Choices

I was always told any kind of monster deserves to die, no matter what. The one thing that no one mentioned was what happens when that monster is the girl you are inlove with. 

We were hiking in a state park inside New Hampshire and we ended up getting lost so we decided to just make camp for the night and figure things out in the morning. We were sitting by the fire that we were able to build, and we started hearing rustling in the forest near our little camp but we couldnt see anything. Eventually the noise stops and we were able to fall asleep. DUring the night the rustling came back and woke up my girlfriend who decided to wake me up; a few minutes later something larger and black came running out of the forest and attacked my girlfriend. The creature had locked its jaws onto the arm of my girlfriend, with the help of a huge rock I found I was able to make the creature release her from its grasp.

When daylight came we quickly found our way back to our car and got the hell out of there, swearing to never speak of what happened in the forest the night before. It was easier said then done; sometime later after the attack she started showing strange signs of her tramsformation. She could smell things that no one else could, she had a larger appetite then normal. I started doing some research and stumbled upon something about werewolves and found some people who call themselves "hunters" and decided to meet them and ask them some questions.

Unfortunately trying to contact them was much harder then I thought; after looking at countless websites that discussed them and talked to many people who have met one of thee hunters I came up with nothing. One man that had met a hunter said he would meet me and tell me how I am able to get ahold of a hunter.

It was around 10 at night and I arrived at the bar I was suppose t meet this guy at. It was a small shack of a bar, the sign out front was barely hanging on to the building and the lights that were supposed to light up the sign were all broken except for two that were flickering on and off.

I walked inside and it looked just as bad as the outside, the barstools were rusted and wobly and the cushion on the seat was ripped and drenched with some kind of liquid. After I found what was probably the most sturdy chair in the place, a woman walked up to me and asked what will I have to drink. I was nervous about drinking anything that this place served but I settled on a beer. A few minutes later the bar door opened and in walked a tall, stocky man wearing a long trench coat. 

He walked towards my table and sat dow, his hair was long and covered the left side of his face. He started to talk and his voice was rough and gravely like someone who has been smoking for half their life. "Why do you want to find a hunter?" he asked.

"I have some questions I need answered. Do you know how to find a hunter?"

There was a brief pause; then he reached into his coat and pulled out a little bottle of a clear liquid. There was an empty cup on the table and he poured the liquid into the cup and told me to drink it. I was hesitant but all he said was drink. I picked up the glass and smelled it; it smelled like water so I took a drink. It was water, just plain water. I was curious now as to why he asked me to drink water.

After that he reached back into his coat and this time he pulled out a large knife and told me to hold out my hand. For this I had to refuse, but he told me that he had to make sure I was human. Before I could do anything he grabbed my arm and pulled it towards him then with the knife he cut a slit in the palm of my hand.

He seemed to be relieved by this; he cleaned his knife then stuck it back in his coat.

"I'm a hunter."