Running through the forest, Trisana Ivywell is fleeing her personal hell. Being a witch, her power isn't yet strong enough to defeat, or seriously wound, this hell. Oh, she would eventually vanquish him, eventually...
"I shall catch you, and then my task will be complete, the Ivywells will be deminished." a cold, hard voice said playfully.
"Go to hell!" Trisana gasped out, she was nearly to her car, but out of breath. She had already had her keys out and the car key ready to go.
"Oh, I've already been there, rather nice place actually." he said evilly laughing. He was merely gliding, a power he had picked up from a witch in Albania. He had many other powers, some of which he apparently had forgotten about because he wasn't using them.
She could see the clearing, with her car parked in it, and she was sure he was right behind her. Reaching the car, she jammed in the key and unlocked her door. Practically flinging herself in the car, she took the key and started the red toyota and she zoomed off towards the freeway, she had escaped.
She could hear in the distance him saying, 'I'll get you' and other things of the sort. She now knew whom to go to for help, that was why she was in the forest in the first place. She had gone where she can be alone, not too far from the city yet far enough. She was scrying for something when it landed in San Francisco, and she should have though of it already. Her whole family was killed by this one demon, and she was the last, and he was hell bent on getting rid of her.