This is the sequel to Angels or Demons, though absolutly can be read on it's own.:)
Slayers
Cassandra's feet pounded on the dark concrete as she ran at top speed down the quiet suburban street that she lived on. Her breath came in short, labored gasps as she turned briefly to look at her pursuer. The lanky figure in a black robe was still close on her heels, the vicious looking knife in it's hand glinting from the orange streetlight.
Cassie Fraiser reached her house and careened into the driveway. Without any time to unlock the front door she sped around to the back, bursting through the kitchen and upstairs. Even though she wasn't supposed to, Cassandra knew her mother kept a small pistol in her desk drawer. Maybe that thing following her would listen to reason with a gun pointed at its head.
The younger Fraiser spun around and tried to hold steady as the robed figure burst into the study.
"Don't move or I'll shoot!" yelled Cassie. The thing paused only for a second before lunging at her. Cassandra pulled the trigger but all she got was a click. Oh god, she should have known her mother wouldn't keep the gun loaded!
Cassie ducked the attack, and the knife swooshed past her head and down her arm. Crying out in pain she dropped the pistol to cover the wound, wet with blood. The robed figure lunged again, and Cassie tripped against the wall, trapped. Oh dear lord this was it!
Suddenly a figure in a white sweater appeared in between Cassandra and her assailant. The robe halted and reared back, hissing slightly. Cassie looked up to try and identify the face of her savior.
Daniel?
"Wha-" Cassandra muttered, standing up. Daniel was supposed to be off in a higher plane, or something. What would he be doing here? Dr. Jackson was glaring through her pursuer's hood, right where the eyes would be, if one could see them.
"Stay away from her," he growled. The robe cocked it's head as if asking a silent question. It seemed to come to a decision and chuckled darkly.
"You are not my master," it hissed. It lunged at Daniel. Rather being non corporeal as the robe had expected, Daniel's hand shot out and grabbed the being around the throat.
"I told you to stay away," he grunted. White power began to flow from Daniel's hand and into the creature. It began to writhe and hiss, letting out a finalizing scream of pain before going limp. Dr. Jackson threw the creature to the floor in disgust. Cassandra, speechless, leaned against the wall, hand still clutching her wound.
"Than - thank you," she finally managed to stutter. Daniel glanced at her arm.
"You might want to get that looked at," he said, turning to leave.
"Wait!" Cassie called. Daniel paused, "You won't get into trouble on my account, will you?" Daniel turned to the black robed figure slumped on the floor.
"No," he told her, "those things don't count," and he was gone.