Excerpt Two

What is going on?

I sat up with a start.
Whoa, head rush! I closed my eyes and laid back down again.
After a moment, my eyes flicked open, and I stared at the ceiling. It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness around me, but when they did, I sat up, crossing my legs under me, and looked around.
Where am I?

I was defiantly nowhere I’d been before, that was certain. This was a place that would have been lodged into my memory for ever if I had been here before. I had no memory of this place.
The dimly-lit room I was in resembled a prison cell. The floor was hard and very cold. The walls looked to be about the same. Probably concrete. A small wooden table and chair sat against the wall behind me. There was a cot in the corner next to me, why I am on the floor I am unsure .The only light in the room came from above me. I looked up. A barred skylight, beyond which I could see the moon and stars. Human eyes would have much difficulty trying to see in this room, which was probably the idea behind the design. Even during the day it would be near impossible to see here. I wondered if that’s what my captives thought I was, a human.

I sat still for a moment, listening. I hear footsteps. Someone was coming, quickly.
I stood up, I realized a little too late that that was probably a bad idea, though my instincts and immediately told me it would be a good one. I instantly felt light headed with the quick movement, I must have been asleep for a long time, probably two or three days.
It took me no more then two seconds to regain my balance. The footsteps were getting closer, I tensed into a crouch, anticipating an attack. Whoever was in the hall passed write by my cell. I relaxed.
It didn’t take long for the tension to come back on again. I began pacing.
How had I gotten here?
I concentrated, focusing entirely on what may have happened.
Just like that, the events from the other night came flooding back to me.
I had been out on the busy streets of Moscow, Russia, checking out the night-clubs; a regular hang-out for vampires, and other creatures of the night, seeking easy prey.
My name is Amanda. I am part of a secret organization. The group I am part of consists of teenagers and young adults bonded by magic, silver blood, and a deep hatred for evil beings. We call ourselves una voz en la oscuridad, a voice in the dark.
My job that night had been to find the Divitis, a coven of very ancient and powerfull vampires, report their location, and lead a hunting party to destroy them.
The Divinti coven consits of eight vampires, all are highly trained and skilled in what they do.
Evidently they had found me first. They cornered me in a dark alley behind one of the local Russian night clubs. I fought them, possibly killing one and injuring another. The other’s took me down. After that they had probably dragged me here, to this dark cold little room.