When I woke up my head was pounding and my body felt like it was on fire. Every single inch of me hurt like hell. I was slumped to one side and my left side was soaking wet. The filthy water seeped into my shirt and onto my skin; thank god vampires don’t get cold. I propped myself up and brushed some hair that had been sticking to my damp forehead. I felt like I had a bad case of the cold shakes and sweats. When I looked down at my finger tips I saw they were covered with a weird oily substance. I rubbed my forehead again and more came off onto my palms. No! It couldn’t happen not to me! I had to find a mirror. I ran out of the alley with the sun stinging into my eyes. I found a car and looked in the review mirror. Then I saw it, and although it had been rubbed across my forehead the mark was just barley visible the star of the Bounty Hunters. Better known as the High Councils clean up hounds. When that mark appeared on a vampire’s forehead it only meant one thing, you are being hunted like a defenseless rabbit. Now I was just an insect in the bounty hunters web.
I noticed so many people were staring at me as if I was an unknown species on exhibit at the zoo. I didn’t blame them half of my shirt was covered with mud and my hair was just one bad case of bed head. My left heel on my shoe was snapped off and my eyes were blood shot. Not to mention a weird black substance rubbed across my forehead. I made it home and immediately was in the bathroom scrubbing every last trace of the mark off my forehead. But even after it was gone it was like the mark had been imprinted on my skin forever. As I removed my shirt I noticed a very strong odor on the left shoulder. I took a short whiff and dropped the shirt to the ground as if it had burned me. That repulsive odor was unmistakable it was the smell of a werewolf. And by how strong the smell lingered on my clothing I knew he had touched me. I gritted my teeth and automatically my fangs began to grow. Damn you whoever you are! I will find you and I will kill you! I sniffed the air but no trace of its scent was anywhere except on my shirt. And that’s all I would need to find this dog and shove a dagger through their heart.