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Meg (meganmasters) wrote in payline,

Meg stopped short at the sight of someone else on the beach. Great. Just great. Three times now she’d been busted here. That meant this was likely the last time she’d ever set foot on the damn beach. Even at this hour it wasn’t safe for her to travel here. She was on the verge of turning around, heading back to her newly warded and protected room and it’s all too willing inhabitant, when she got her first good look at the person, the woman, reclining in the lounge chair. She could see her features, unfamiliar not only in life in general but also life here at the hotel, but she could see beneath that. She could see the darkness, swirling like smoke, just beneath the woman’s skin. This was no human. This was a demon.

Her first instinct was to flee. She wasn’t really on speaking terms with any demons these days, not after the things she’d done. Too many of them had gone crawling to lick Crowley’s boots and those who didn’t were all long dead. She should have been among them. Any demon that ran into her here would most likely be prepared to sell her out for little more than a pat on the head. Yes, flight was the best option.

Just as the realization hit her, a break in the clouds flooded the area with light and Meg got a good look at her unwanted company. She looked...familiar. Oh not the human meatsuit she wore. The demon itself. Meg couldn’t be sure. It had been several years since she’d last been in Hell, and she hadn’t exactly been lining up facebook friends in those days. Still, did she know this demon? The urge to take a step closer was very strong, but survival instinct won out and she stayed planted exactly where she was.

“Name and rank, soldier,” she said loudly, with heavy sarcasm.