Supernatural RP?

I step out of the back room to retrieve my gun and release the safety. I cock it and step back into the room. I aim it at the woman. "Put your hands where I can see them." The woman turns around and starts frantically chanting.

 

"I need you to put down the cross ma'am." I reply. I look at Rowan who nods at me. I put my gun on the ground and charge that woman, pushing her into the altar.

 

I watch in terror as Rowan starts viciously attacking the woman, looking almost maniacal when doing so. I step backwards and pick up my gun. Then I start backing out of the room, back into the main room of the antique shop

 

(Ahh I see. Ignore the past one then) I watch as the woman suddenly starts grabbing at her throat, as if someone invisible is choking her. Then she falls to the ground. I check her pulse, she's dead.

 

I breathe in a sigh of relief. I lead Rowan back to my car and get it. They do too. I lock the doors and draw one of my pocketknives. "We need to talk. You have about five seconds to explain before I get mad."

 

"Spit it out," I say threateningly. "I'm not getting any younger."

 

Fuck. The person I was working with was a demon. "Okay then. I would have preferred if you were upfront about it, but you didn't try to kill me, so I guess it's okay."

 

"Well if I knew you had no intent to harm me, which I'm kind of assuming, then it would have been fine," I roll my eyes

 

I flip it shut and stash it back in my pocket. "It wouldn't have killed you anyways. It's steel. My other one is iron though." I start the car. "Do you want me to bring you anywhere? I doesn't bother me if you stick around."

 

"Do you have anything else? A name or a vessel description?" I try, while finally leaving the antique shop parking lot.