(ooc: If anyone is interested in this jump-in rp, it's based off of Supernatural! My girl's a hellhound.) Why don't you let Ole' Crowley offer you a trade my little pet?" A sneer of a smile crept across the demon's face, his black eyes starred at the red-headed woman with lustful, hungry eyes. Harper was hesistant - she watched him suspiciously, bracing herself to move if he decided to act suddenly upon her. He was still, though, and feigned a clever benign facade so well that she almost wanted to believe him to be a kind man. But she knew better - her mother taught her better than that. "If your mother taught you better than that, then why are you here, little Harper?" Crowley crowed, grinning haphazardly at her. She grimaced. " Don't be so rude, that's no way to treat a potential client," she snapped, flipping the bird at him before crossing her arms impatiently. "Are we here to deal, or not?" "Absolutely. What is it you want?" "I need you to bring a few people back from hell for me." Crowley's smile vanished into a scowl. "A few? A few souls is not equal the price of one soul. Don't try to cheat me here." "Then what use are you? And you call yourself a demon. Useless. You're a waste of my time." Harper snapped at him angrily, and turned on her foot to walk away, giving him a disregarding wave of her hand as she did. Crowley reacted to this - he never wanted to lose the chance for a deal. "Wait - wait, maybe we can work something out." Harper smiled while her back was turned to him, it disappeared into her poker face when she turned back to him."That's what I thought," She said, authoratively. She knew how to handle these pieces of shits. Don't show weakness, or fear. That's what mom always said. "You're an awefully demanding little thing, aren't you?" "Typically, the daughter of hunters are." "...Must be in the genes," he muttered under his breath, "So! Anyway, on to business. Your soul is not worth three, no matter how special you may think you are. However, today, you are special. I can offer you one deal - to answer your question, yes, it keeps your soul in tact and it will belong to you - I just need one thing of yours. Nothing that is nearly as valuable as your soul, of course." "Deal. Take it - whatever it takes. Just bring them back." "Absolutely. Anything for you, my little pet." ------------------------------ She still had the hunter's scent. "Run, run, as fast as you can, my little pet. You can't get far from Crowley." His words echoed in hear head like a memory, but it wasn't a memory. He was drawing in on her. She could feel him in her bones. She could feel them in her blood. The howls resonated across the forest floor in a symphony of bone-chilling roars. Blood-spattered claws cleaved into the earth, throwing dirt and blood flying in all directions behind her. She stumbled and fell, giving opportunity to the hound at her heels to reach at her back with its claws. She yelled out loud, and quickly threw out all of her strength to throw the beast off of her. She crawled up to her feet, her eyes vicious with rage at the hound as it moaned from pain and staggered up to its feet. She didn't remember much of anything after that. "Run, run. That's all you can do."