Abigael Adams, a woman who ran for centuries, always moving, always looking over her shoulder. At the start she loved the life she had with her mother, she taught her the ways of Witchcraft, and showed her things that she couldn't possibly believe if someone else had told her. But they were in seclusion, Abigael could not interact with other people, or go anywhere alone. But it changed when she witnessed the death of her own mother, and it haunts her until this very day...

Abigael sat in a bar, the black leather jacket sitting on her shoulders comfortably, and the glass in her hand was firm in her grasp and not empty. She was living her life to the fullest, though of course it's been up and down, mostly. Abigael rose the glass to her lips, and sipped the neat whisky back as if it was nothing. The cool liquid slid down her throat and to her stomach, she let out a satisfying 'ah', as it was some good stuff for a cheap bar. The bar was lively, customers all over the place, and the jukebox in the corner was playing some sappy country song. Abigael was sitting on a stool at the bar counter, enjoying the time alone.

"Pay up!" A deep voice rang out from behind Abigael, making her cast her head behind her shoulder to see a few men playing pool and the main man won the game. There was a stack of money, a few hundred at least. A smirk danced along her lips as a plan was forming in her mind. She downed the last bit of alcohol in her glass, before placing it on the counter top and swirling on her stool around to see the pool table as it was near the bar.

"Mind if I have a try?" Abigael's angelic British voice rang freely, catching the attention of the main man. His eyes were dark chocolate, his hair short and styled with gel, and his outfit looked more stylish like he worked in a high paid job. She also noticed the expensive watch strapped to his wrist.

"Think you can handle this, sweetheart?" He states, flirting with her as it was obvious.

"I can sure try," she replies with a flirtatious smile, holding up a few hundred dollars. He himself smiled pleasantly, as he held out the pool cue towards her, she lifted from her stool and grabbed the cue from his grasp, while throwing the money onto the table side with the rest that he placed. The guy set up the pool table, racking all the balls onto a triangle shape, with the help of a rack tool. Abigael wandered around the rectangular table, looking all nervous and fiddling with her pool cue as he lowered his position and lined up his shot. He reclines his pool cue and strikes, hitting the white-ball with such force that it hits the other numbered coloured balls that they all scattered along the table. One of the solid coloured balls entered the far corner of the table, meaning the man had now to hit all the solid coloured balls into the holes.

The game was quick, Abigael played dumb on what to do, missing the stripped coloured balls she was supposed to hit, but hit his balls at times, and got a few in for him. Which made him laugh, and his buddies as well. Then, he pouted all of his balls, and finally the black ball, making him the winner of the game.

"Guess I won, sweetheart," he states proudly, his pool cue on the ground as he uses it to lean on for a moment.

"Can we have another game, please? I have more money," Abigael spoke, digging into her jacket pocket, and pulling another stack of bills, but this was hundreds of dollars, and seemingly waving the cash at the man. His eyes seemed to light up with the easy money he would be winning.

"Sure," he replied sweetly, but it was more of a mocking tone. He pulled a stack of bills, and threw it on the pile that was on the side of the table, as Abigael did the same. One of his friends, racked the balls back together, as she polished the end of her pool cue, still acting the nervous girl. Once his friend lifted the rack, the man lined up his shot, leaning down and eyeing up the trajectory of the white-ball he was going too shoot. With the ball lined up perfectly for him, he reclined his arm and took his shot. The white ball hit the other balls so hard that they bounced all around the pool table. However, once the balls came to a stand still, none of them had entered the holes in the table, meaning it was Abigael's turn. The man only smiled towards her, knowing that she was going to go missing and it would be his turn once again. Boy how wrong he was.

Abigael made it to the white-ball, and aimed for the solid color that was near her, and bent down, using her eye sight to see where the ball would strike, calculating the odds. With the fast calculation she made, she reclined her arm and pouted the ball, which hit the one she saw in her mind's eye. It entered the right top corner of the table, the man's eyes widened in surprise, but he kept his cool as it was only one ball. Over the course of the next five minutes, Abigael pouted every single color of her balls, and was finally on the black one, and pouted that ball at the bottom left side of the table. She raised her gaze up, and threw the pool cue onto the table. She noticed the man she was playing with and his two friends, staring at her with disbelief, as their mouths hung agape.

"You-you played me?!" The man spoke with anger in his voice, after a moment to recollect himself.

"It's called a hustle... Sweetheart," the innocent girl demeanor had faded, and she strolled around the pool table, and collected the big stack of bills. She stares up from the side of the table, and locked eyes with the man. "Why don't you boys buy yourself something nice, on me," Abigael rolled a twenty-dollar bill from the stack, and dropped it onto the side of the pool table. She was cocky, and sassy all rolled up in one. Without any more words, she swayed her hips past the man, and towards the exit of the bar.

The fresh air of the night breeze brushed past her, and through her shoulder length hair, as it swayed with the breeze. The gravel under her boots flicked up as she walked through the parking lot, which was empty. Suddenly, she stopped mid tracks, as if she was listening to the air, and was waiting for something to happen.

"Chilly isn't it," Abigael spoke aloud, spinning on her heels to be faced with two large brutes of men, though we're wearing all black material coats, if they were here on business. "Something you two don't know, Hell-fire is so much hotter," the words rolled off her tongue with ease, and if on cue they both blinked and their eyes turned black, nothing visible, just a black abyss.

"Abigael," the left hand demon spoke, both blinking once again and their eye colors returned back to normal. "You knew it would be a matter of time that you would be found again," she laughed softly at the words he said, finding this interaction funny.

"I was counting on it, douche," she replied, making the guy step forward, but the other one extended his arm out, stopping him from advancing. "Like I said to the last two, I'm not coming with you guys. Those idiots who tried, are currently back in Hell, soaking up the flames, getting toasty," she remarks, finding the last pair of demons that tracked her down to be sent back to Hell.

"This time, we have orders to bring you back," the one who had extended his arm out had spoken up. "It can either be messy and bloody, or you can come willingly," the options that were laid out for Abigael didn't sit well with her, as she shook her head from side to side, disagreeing with the options she had.

"I like a good challenge," her eyes narrowed to the men, she clenched her hands into fists, ready to throw down. "Before we start. I just want to know who keeps sending you?" Abigael wanted to know, as this wasn't the first time demons came for her. It started a few months back, and progressively worse.

"Come find out," he states, trying to appeal to her curious nature for finding out.

"I don't think so," Abigael replied after a moment, before thrusting her hand forward in one swift motion, sending the men flying backwards, both hitting a nearby car. One gliding across the hood, and the other hitting the drivers door, denting it as the force was powerful. "Nettoyer timoun sa yo," Abigael stalks forward, speaking the incantation, her hand stretched out to the demon that left the dent in the door. He began to convulse, and black blood began to spew from his mouth, as well as smoke falling freely like a smoke machine. Within seconds, the smoke stopped flowing and the man's eyes dulled, and became lifeless. Without warning, the other demon sprung to action and leaped over the car, and toppled over Abigael bringing her down to the stone ground.

"Bitch!" He yells in her face, she struggles under his weight as he grabs her arms as she is trying to fight her way out. She saw an opening and took it, which was bringing her knee right up to his privates, making him squeal like a pig and lifted his hands off of her wrists. He tumbles to the right, exhaling and grabbing his nuts. Abigael scrambled to her feet, and stood over the demon who still felt the pain. His eyes connected with Abigael, and he knew his fate was sealed, but before she could react, black smoke shot from the poor fellow's mouth, allowing the demon inside to escape and wander the night.

"Shit," she let slip, exhaling deeply, as she wasn't going to find out who keeps sending these demons after her. It was going to be the thrill of the chase, and she can surely handle herself in a fight, and wasn't frightened of the outcome if they did capture her.

Maybe next time, she'll go willingly. But that was a fat chance, she liked to fight...

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