The day was riding slow, the wind was slowly rolling over the small town of Auburn Kentucky, kicking up dust and grit. The air was thick and suffocating, making it hard to breath in these hot summer months. Marcy was on a hunt, looking for a shape shifter that has been terrorizing the town. Her chocolate colored eyes scanned over the bodies in the small cafe where she had been staking out. The men and women appeared to have the joy and light drained from their faces. Perhaps it was because of the spree of killings that have been accruing. This shape shifter really didn't know how to clean up after ones self. Family, friends and loved ones were falling victim of this tragedy and it was up to Marcy to stop it.

"Is there anything else I can get for you hon?" asked the waitress.

Marcy didn't realized that the elderly woman had approached her, she looked at her, using her skillful eyes to determine if she had been the one Marcy was hunting for. The skinny brunette gave the old woman a smile and pushed her cup closer to the edge of the table and closer to the waitress.

"Some more coffee, if you will" she said softly.

The elderly woman nodded with a smile and hurried off to get the coffee pot to grant Marcy's wish. It had been day three of this job, she gathered up all the information, did all her research and now was waiting for the shifter to mess up so that she could swoop in and kill the beast. Her eyes were locked onto a man sitting in the corner of the cafe. His dark eyes hooded by the shadows of his face, either he was trying to hide the deteriorating flesh, or the lighting in the cafe just really sucked. When the man felt that Marcy was watching, he quickly looked up, making her turn her head the other way, pretending to be looking out the window. As soon as the man looked back own, her eyes were right back on him.

'I won't let you get away from me this time...' she thought, staring intently as the waitress came back with some more coffee.

"Thank you" she nodded.

The old woman looked at her and then over at the man who sat in the shadows. "If I may be so bold, you aren't going to get a man to notice you unless you make yourself noticed" she smiled.

Oh if the woman only knew how much Marcy did, to NOT get noticed. Marcy's life was too busy for romance or companionship, besides, in her line of work, she didn't want loved ones to get hurt because of what she did, not like her mother.

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind." Marcy reached into her pocket and pulled out a fifty dollar bill and handed it over to the elderly woman. "Keep the change."

The woman was baffled at the large tip for only two cups of black coffee, but was grateful none the less. "God bless you darling" she chided and walked away.

"Pfft..."

'God? There is no God...if there was, then mom wouldn't have been murdered like she was...'

Slowly, Marcy got out of her seat and downed her luke warm coffee in one gulp, leaving the empty cup on the table. She got one more glance at the man and walked outside in the humid sun. Looking from left to right she crossed the street, got into her blue Prius and waited for the shifter to walk out.

Just like clock work, as soon as she got comfortable the man had walked out, quickly dodging into a dark alley so he was not to be seen. Marcy spotted him and hopped out of her car, running towards the alleyway's opening. She stood there for a moment and pulled her hunting knife made of silver, perfect for hunting Shape shifters. Her black leather jacket creaked together as she held the knife tight into her one hand and used her free one to help guide her around an over loaded trashcan.

Her eyes trailed over the trash littered ground, searching for signs of the shifter shedding it's skin. If it did that, that would mean her hunt just lasted her another few days. She was starting to become rusty, as of late she had been hunting a few ghosts and other vengeful spirits, the last time she hunted down a shape shifter was only a year ago.

Marcy walked in the middle of the alleyway where another opening led to another alleyway, she looked around to see if the shifter was around before continuing down her original path. There she saw him, killing an innocent young man, slicing his throat with his sharp claws that he grew. Marcy was too late to save the poor lad, but at least now, she could stop the Shifter before he got to other people.

Quickly she rushed at him, grabbing hold of shoulder and swinging him around so she could use the momentum to shove her blade into his heart. Before she could, he caught her wrist and pinned her against the wall. "Awe, you thought you could sneak up on me?" he sneered, his face inching closely to hers. She could practically smell the death on his lips.

"Your going to pay for killing all those innocent people, you bustard!..." she hissed.

The shifter smiled and shook his head, "My dear, such a pretty face for talking so dirty" he mused.

His fangs grew slightly longer and reared his head back so that he could cut open her throat with his own teeth. Marcy scrambled for her pure silver charm bracelet that hung off of her wrist, so that she could at least ward him off long enough to get free. Just as he was about to bite down she used the wall behind her as leverage and took her foot, kicking him in the gut and then shoving her silver bracelet into his face to burn him long enough to stab him.

Her arms were raised above her head with both hands on the blade, "It's over" she smirked. Quickly she brought her arms down, ready to push the knife into his chest, this was it, it was all over-

"Stop right there!"

Marcy blinked and looked up at two guys holding guns, pointing one at her and the other at the shape shifter. The one man was clean cut, short hairstyle, full lips and shoulders of a quarterback. The other was a bit on the skinny side, tall, with longer brown hair and completely baby faced.

'You have to be kidding me...'

"Alright, how about you get off of the nice man there and noon gets hurt" The shorter one said, using his strong chin to gesture him off of the shape shifter.

These two must be stupid, did they not see what she was about to kill, of course they didn't. Most cops didn't. All they saw was a crazed girl, swinging a knife around when the real danger was right underneath her. It also didn't help as the shape shifter was playing on this stupid mix up.

"Please help me! She is trying to mug me!" he shrieked, playing the innocent victim all of a sudden.

Marcy stared down at the shape shifter and brought her knife closer to his chest.

"I said stop!" Macho yelled.

Marcy growled and looked up at the two of them, frowning, they were the ones with the guns after all. She had no choice but to get up. As soon as she did, the taller one walked over and threw handcuffs on her, ones made of silver to be exact. The man got up smiling and took off running around the corner, making is escape.

"Now we got you, thought you were smarter than us huh? But we got your number, so what as the name of the pretty little number of girl you killed to get that skin?" Meat head asked.

"What?" 'Your kidding me...you have got to be kidding me!'

The taller one held a blade to her neck and she looked down, unafraid and frowned. "I knew you weren't cops..." she spat.

The tall one fidgeted and looked at the other male before looking back down at her. "Oh yea? And how do you know that?' he asked.

"Because you didn't read me my rights as soon as you handcuffed me. Believe me, I have been arrested more times than you think. And you two are idiots...if you were half the hunters that I think you are, then you would know that I am not the real danger here." she sighed.

Slowly the shorter male came into view of her, looking her up and down before smirking a bit. "And how do we know that you aren't lying?" he asked.

Marcy rolled her eyes and gestured her head towards the corner, "I bet you a beer that there is a shape shifter skin right around the corner" she huffed.

There was silence between the three of them as they walked around the corner and sure enough, there on the ground, laid a pile of human like flesh.