I crack open my eyes and take in my surroundings. The dimly lit room is circular, and has a few small candles in holders hung up on the brick wall.
Another whip, more cries, a deep, gravelly voice, 'Tell me!' More whips.
I search around in my brain, trying to come up with a memory about how I got here, why I'm here, if I'm next.
Marni Ashgrove, despite a questionable past, is a relatively normal teen. She has boy problems, bad hair days, and wardrobe issues. However something that isn't quite so conventional about her, is her and her Uncle's profession: Hunters. Now, I don't mean that they hunt deer or anything, no. I mean supernaturals. Those creepy, bloodthirsty horrors that slink around at night.