John was a little surprised when Alana, as she called herself, pushed past him without a second thought. Most people were more cautious when someone was pointing a gun at them. He was even more surprised to find out she was a hunter like himself. Her body brushed up against his as she pushed past him and headed for the stairs. Well she may be crazy but at least she is sexy too. John watched as she winded her way up the dilapidated staircase until he couldn't see her, and then walked towards the stairs himself completely ignoring the creaking floorboards. This was the first time he had run into another hunter in the middle of a job. A sudden crash and then a shrieking sound brought John up the stairs as quickly as he could gun at the ready.<br/><br/>He peered into the first doorway and saw Alana standing over the shredded remains of a toddler with a silver whip covered in blood and bits of flesh in her hand. The toddler was pale like the moon with blue eyes and black hair. John sniffed the air it was stale and musty with the hint of sulfur the sign of a demonic presence.<br/><br/>"Well beautiful, that is one way to take care of a demon... Though it is odd to find a demon and a ghost under one area they don't tend to get along very well. So would you mind telling me why someone so young and good looking would be in a house like this and with a weapon like that?" John looked at Alana intensely trying to get a better read on this strange exotic woman. John took a moment to look back out into the hall a long rug ran the length of the hall and a small end table sat halfway down it with dead flowers sitting in a dirty glass vase.<br/><br/>"C'mon we should find the ghosts mortal body and burn it before she re materializes. I think it is probably in the basement somewhere." John walked out the door and looked back at Alana waiting for her response.