Hunter (1st Book of the Supernatural Hunters)

The Beginning

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*Warning! Swearing and some gruesome scenes!*

The pain. 

It disturbs my senses, a throbbing coursing through my sore body. I tighten my eyelids as my brain pounds against my skull. Like lead, my tongue rests against my cheek, parched. The bruise around my throat aches as I attempt to swallow, only causing me to wince from the retched feeling. Cracking my lips open to let a moan out, only a raspy sound exits. Coughs follow immediately after, my lungs filling with a burning sensation. Slowly, I flutter my eyes open, but squint when sunlight blinds them. Earning a groan in response, I throw my hand up to block the source of the pain. 

What the hell happened?

Beep Beep Beep Be-

A groan of annoyance leaves me as I slam my hand down on the black alarm clock, stopping the shrieking beeps that woke me from my blissful sleep. Drowsiness overwhelms my mind as I try to force my eyes open, but they shut, tears forming at the corners from the stinging light. Making my decision, I breathe in defeat and settle back into the bed comfortably.

Slowly, cautiously, I push myself up, my arms scream at the effort. Choosing to ignore the agonizing pain, I rub my head, moaning. Finally, my eyes flutter open to gaze around the room, still in a slight daze.

I.....I don't remember anything. Where am I?

The sun filters in through a boarded up window, illuminating the room with a faint, yellow glow. From my quick inspection of the room, it seems to be empty except for the seemingly never ending dust. My attention is averted to my shirt at the odd feel of it against my skin, almost as if a substance was spilled onto it and left to dry to make the material stiff. Glancing down, a sharp gasp is let out of me.

I whine into my pillow, the thought of being late to school looming over me. Alarms blare in my mind at the idea, but I ignore it and instead snuggle further into the snug bed. However, after a few minutes, I finally force myself from the warm cocoon and trudge out of the room with a yawn.

The smell of pancakes waft up from the kitchen and circulates through the house, voices traveling up along with the scent. Scratching my stomach while pushing open the bathroom door with my back, I tiredly lean against the cool counter. With any luck, a splash of cold water will help me to come around.

Dried blood.

Who's blood could this be? Where in the world is Alexander and Edward? 

Roughly slamming my hand against the floor, I ferociously glare at the wall as if it's the cause of all my problems. Frustration grips my heart from my lack of knowledge. For all I know, my partners could be lying dead in a ditch somewhere and here I am, a clueless idiot trying to figure out why her memory has all of sudden disappeared. It's pathetic really that I've end up like this, having been trained to stay out of a shitty situation such as this one.

Gingerly touching the dried blood, I follow the trail down to my knees. Where did it even come from? Fearfully, I trace my fingers back up. They stop at my neck. A dried, adherent substance meets the pads of my digits, causing them to stick as I try to swipe them across my neck. Abruptly, they meet two ragged holes over my jugular. The skin is ripped, as if the ravage beast who had bit into my neck was no longer able to hold back. Numbness seeps into my body, paralyzing all movements.

It's all come back now.

Racing into my room, I whip open my closet doors and pull out the first things that hit my hand. A sweater, tank top, and skinny jeans come out from the darkness and are immediately thrown onto the bed.