A Dark and Dangerous Past
Chapter 1: A Case In Virginia
"Hey," Dean called as he swept into the room, carrying the newspaper. I turned around, and looked at him.
"Hey," I called back. "What's up?" I asked, noticing how alert he was. He held up the paper.
"Have you seen the news? There've been three mysterious deaths in the past three days, in a little town called Mystic Falls, Virginia," he said. My ears perked up at the name; I knew the town, and probably the vampire behind the killings. I stood up, and looked at him, my full attention on what he'd said.
"What kind of mysterious deaths?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't say anything about vampires.
"All three vics, they've been drained of all their blood. We've got a vampire problem," he said, sighing. Dean hated vampires. I turned away from him.
"Damon," I said, closing my eyes. Dammit, that son of a bitch.
Damon Salvatore was a vampire, but he was also a friend of mine; although, he wasn't a great friend.
"Damon? Who's Damon?" Dean asked me. I turned around, and started packing up my things.
"A vampire...and a friend of mine," I said, sighing. I turned to face him, ready for a lecture. He looked at me like I was crazy.
"How could you possibly be friends with a vampire? How could that happen?" Dean asked. "These things are killers, Trin, they go for the girls, especially the pretty ones like you," he said, walking up to me. I looked up at him, gazing into his green eyes, and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Yes, Damon is a vampire, but he's not like the others, Dean. He's had his moments where he's dangerous and insane, but its okay now. He wouldn't hurt me, he knows me, and he has feelings for me. I didn't return those feelings though," I told him. He scoffed.
"Great, so we have a love-sick vamp on our hands. Either that, or he's even more dangerous," Dean said, not looking at me.
"Dean, he also knows what I do; trust me, he's not dangerous, because he knows what'll happen if I find out he's hurt someone," I pointed out.
"Trinity, it's him that's killing these people. Unless there are others, are there others?" he asked.
"There's his brother, Stephan. But there's no reason to suspect him; he protects the town from vampires, sometimes with help from his human girlfriend, Elena Gilbert. I'm friends with all of them," I said. Dean nodded, not liking this at all.
"Then its gotta be Damon, he replied, walking away. He leaned against the desk, crossing his arms over his chest. I shrugged.
"Dean, sometimes rogue vamps wander into town, and pitch their tents. They'll stay in town for centuries, deciding if and when they'll move on," I said. He nodded, and looked down. I walked up to him, and wrapped my arms around his neck again. He sighed and placed his hands on my hips.
"So, if we go, will Damon...how will he react to you coming back?" Dean asked. I shrugged.
"Not sure. He'll probably act like Damon. He can be a smart-ass, I'll tell you that right now," I said, rolling my eyes. "He's almost got the same personality you do, you know, the free-spirited bad boy complex," I said. He smiled, and bent down to kiss me. His lips were full of desire as they claimed mine. He then moved down to my neck, making me tingle. He stopped and looked at me.
"I love it when you do that," I told him, chuckling. He kissed me on my collarbone, and it sent shivers down my spine. "Alright, that's not fair," I added, leaning back.
"Why?" he asked, smiling.
"Because I can't retaliate. That's like the number one spot," I told him. He chuckled.
"That's your number one spot, not mine. You haven't found mine, yet," he playfully challenged.
"Maybe not yet, but I will," I responded, smiling. He backed up, and started packing his bags. I went around to look at him. "Are you sure this is a good idea? If Damon finds out I brought hunters to town, he'll be furious," I told Dean.
"Are you asking me to forget about this? I thought you said Damon wasn't behind the murders," Dean said, turning to face me.
"He'll still be angry that there's hunters in town. He probably won't even like the idea that I'm back. Damon is unpredictable, especially when it comes to his reactions and emotions," I said. Dean rolled his eyes. "I just want you to be careful around him, Dean. When he's angry, he goes crazy, and its dangerous. And when he's drunk and upset, do NOT go near him," I warned him.
"I can handle him," Dean said, as he rolled up one of his shirts, and stuffed it into his bag.
"Yea, that's what I thought," I said. Dean looked at me, confused.
"What do you mean?" he asked. I turned around, and lifted my shirt to reveal a large black bruise on my back. I felt Dean's fingers graze over it, and barely touch it.
"Its okay, it doesn't hurt. Its like a year old, but yea, it's a reminder of what Damon can do when he's not thinking clearly," I said, dropping my shirt, and turning back around. Dean's eyes were wide with fear, and concern.
"What did he do to you?" he asked.
"Well, remember the not returned feelings, and the upset and drunk not being a good combo? Let's just say, Damon used my back for batting practice not long after. Its a good thing the bat had been wooden, and not metal. I'd be paralyzed if it had been. I never saw it coming, and its a good thing Stephan was there," I said. Dean looked at me, confused.
"Why?"
"He saved my life, Dean. If he hadn't been there, Damon probably would've killed me, or at least put me in the hospital with severe injuries," I said, my arms crossed over my chest. "Hell, now that I think about it, he probably would've turned me," I said, shivering in fear.
"After everything you've told me, I can't believe you'd call him a friend," Dean said. I shrugged.
"Well, there's more to the story," I told him.