*From the moment he saves her, Bonnie's life is changed forever. Damon, the Vamp who cares about noone, finds himself mysteriously attracted to the red head in more ways than one. Something about her is different, and he can't work out what it is. When Fell's Church is threatened by a seriously evil force, who is saving who?*

I'm not so good with the whole synopsis thing, but please read and review before I put the next chapter up :)

Hope you like it...

The rain slashed through the sky, plastering her red hair to her face. Her clothes hung in tatters over her body, and blood drenched her skin. Her eyes were wide with fear and terror as she shuffled through the almost empty streets. Shivering in the icy weather, she held her arms across her body, her teeth chattering and lips quivering. The sky was as black as a thousand nights, lit only by a sliver of moon and the occasional car light.

"Excuse me, young Lady, are you okay?" asked a concerned man's voice from behind her. She kept walking, whimpering slightly. Her feet were bare and bleeding, and her face was bloody and tear stricken. Her pale white cheeks were stained with blood and thick blood matted her hair. The rain poured down, but the blood was not washed away, and the horror was frozen in her eyes.

"Mam, I think we should call an ambulance... Come with me and I can help you," the man said, and this time the red head stopped and turned slowly to face him. His face was friendly and concerned, "you are covered in blood, what happened to you?" he cried when he saw the state she was in. Moving towards her, she freaked, her eyes widening and a scream escaping her throat.

"Don't come any closer!" she shrieked and backed away. The stranger stopped, but then he moved towards her, his hands raised as if in surrender. This time the red head didn't move, but let the man put a comforting hand on her bare shoulder.

"I'm Mark, what's your name?"

"Bonnie... Listen, you need to run! Get back into your car and go!" she squeaked, and broke the hold he had on her shoulder. Turning on her heel she burst through the trees and into the thick forest. Her foot caught in her a tree root and she dropped to her knees. Half crawling, half dragging herself to her feet, she wrapped her arms around herself and whimpered in the pitch black. Her mind wasn't thinking clearly, and she should have turned back, but instead she pushed through the trees further into the Forest.

"You know it isn't safe to walk alone in the woods at night..." hissed a dangerous, cold voice from above her. Frantically, she snapped her head up to look into the bottomless black eyes of her attacker. A scream caught in her throat as the man swung from the tree. But it wasn't a man. His elbows and knees stuck out at impossible angles as he crawled towards her. His movements were animalistic, jerky and deliberate, his teeth sharp and pointed. All humanity, if it had ever been there at all, had vanished from his face. He straightened up in one swift movement and he was a large dangerous looking creature. Everything about his being screamed run, but Bonnie's feet were glued to the Forest floor. Suddenly, he lunged out with his long, sharp talons, cutting deep into her arm. She screamed and clutched the fresh wound. Blood poured through her fingers and her mind kicked into action. She turned and ran as fast as she could, but something strong caught her around the ankle and dragged her to the ground. She was pinned to the ground as the beast ran a long claw down the side of her cheek. Fresh blood leapt to the surface and trickled into her eyes. Crying louder now, she struggled with all her strength against the beast that held her. A sound that seemed like a cruel sneer echoed from his throat, and a smirk was written on his terrifying face. His eyes were slanted, too far apart and where there was supposed to be a nose, were two slits in his face. Bonnie had never seen anything so terrifying in her entire life.

"Why are you doing this?" she shrieked, struggling furiously against his strong grip.

"Young girls should never go out in the woods alone at night," he hissed, and then his tongue flicked out and licked the blood from his nail. Bonnie whimpered and then she heard the other voice. It was Mark, the man who had tried to help her. The creature attacking her put a slender finger to his lips in a signal of silence, a cruel smirk spreading across his face.

"Bonnie! Bonnie! I can't get a signal! You better come with me, we should get you to a hospital!" he called into the darkness. He had no idea he was walking into. Fear and horror bubbled inside her stomach as she heard the branches crunching under his foot as he got closer.

"No, Mark, run! Run! There's something out here, and it's..." but she couldn't finish her sentence because the creature slammed his fist into her stomach before disappearing. Winded, Bonnie rolled onto her stomach and climbed to her feet using a nearby tree for support.

"Bonnie, are you alright?" asked Mark, breaking through the trees into the clearing.

"Mark..." she breathed, just as the maniac creature dropped from the tree, right behind him. His face was ecstatic with sick excitement as he crept up on him. She tried to scream but no sound came out. Mark saw the fresh horror in her face, and turned around with agonisingly slow movements. The creature cocked his head with reptilic movements and then took hold of the old man's head.

"This one is no fun..." he growled. Then he snapped his neck.