A/N: Hello Readers! I'm back from FF hiatus! Actually, I've just been reading more FF than writing it, but still. Stefan and Elena are back for a whole new crime-solving adventure! I'd like to point out that this story is going to have some rated M parts in it, but overall it's a T story. I'm not going to say that if you're under 18 to go away, because I'm under eighteen and the author of this story, so I'll just say that if it would bring any offense to you, then don't read the chapters. I'll give you a fair warning when they're coming up…and without further wait, here's Binding Crime: Supernatural…Chapter 1: Adjustment Hunt!

Oh, and I don't have to say that L.J. Smith owns everything but my plotline, right? It's kind of obvious already.

"Run it, Stef!" Damon yelled at me through the woods. His voice bounced off of the trees in a whisper, but I could hear him acutely. "Be like the beagle our great-aunt Ellie had and run that damn rabbit!"

I remembered that beagle. He was two years older than me and a senior dog at the time we visited Ohio to see our Aunt Ellie, but he could still run a rabbit and bring it back to you. His name was Chase, because he chased the bunnies. It was quite saddening when he finally passed from his extremely old age; he was fourteen.

Just as I was lost in thought I heard Damon run up from behind me, and before I could react, he slammed me against a tree, causing it to crack and fall in the middle of the woods. It reminded me of that joke about the tree in the woods. When it falls but nobody is around to hear or see it, did it really fall? I didn't know.

"Stefan," Damon said through gritted teeth as he held my by the collar of my shirt. "You need to focus! I understand you're still getting used to this, and that your vampire mind runs ramped with random thoughts, but you have to at least try and hunt. You can't stay on bagged blood all of the time or you'll become addicted and out of control."

"I'm trying, Damon!" I said as I threw him off of me, but he didn't go far.

Unlike me, Damon wanted to stay on the bagged blood because he had more experience as a vampire and could control himself when he wanted to, and that caused him to be much stronger than I was. Though he had his diet, he was trying to help me adapt to this new form of life I was thrown into, and thus, here we were - for the fourth hour straight - trying to get my mind to focus long enough for me to catch one damn rabbit!

"Well, you need to start getting the hang of this or you're going to starve," he stated because he knew as well as I that I was not going to continue to drink human blood…no matter how delightfully delicious it tasted as it ran down my throat, leaving a warm feeling all over…

Damon snapped his fingers in front of my face.

"I don't know how to focus, Damon," I admitted. "Why does this have to be so damn hard?"

Damon growled in frustration. He started pacing the forest floor in a circle with his hands behind his back and his head down as he was deep in thought.

I just stood there with my hands in my pockets as I blew out in frustration and looked up at the sky, which was getting brighter with the upcoming sun.

"Damon," I mumbled. "I have to get back. The sun's coming up."

"No you don't," he said, but he didn't look up or stop his pacing. He just reached into his pocket and threw something shiny at me. "Put it on, and keep it on, or die."

Of course I caught the shiny silver object with ease, but I didn't expect it to be the ring that Katherine had gotten me as an anniversary present.

"Why do you have this?" I asked as I examined it.

I hadn't worn it since I heard of her "death", which turned out to be completely falsified in her plan to bring Damon and I back together so she could continue her sensual escapades with the both of us, causing us to be immortal enemies up until her real death, which consisted of me shoving a stake through her vampire heart as she snapped my neck, causing me to become what she was, and after she turned Damon in the process of her evil-scheme-gone-awry.

"I didn't know how long we'd be out here, so I brought it for you in case the sun came up," he replied. Whether I liked it or not, my brother was always looking out for me. "It's just a shame that Katherine was the one who gave it to us."

I stared at the silver ring that I slid onto my middle finger on my left hand. The blue lapis lazuli stone surrounded the Salvatore family crest. Damon had gotten the same ring from Katherine at some point in her plot to string us along, but the only difference was that there was a letter "S" on the center of my family crest on my ring, and Damon's had a "D" in that spot.

"Yeah," I agreed.

"At least the new look-alike has a better personality," he mumbled as he continued pacing.

The new look-alike was in reference to Elena.

Sweet, beautiful, sexy, kind, Elena.

I could picture her now with her straight brown hair and her cute little cheerleading outfit. I haven't actually gone to school with her, but she had a picture of her in the uniform sitting on her dresser. My sweet, sweet, Elena. The same Elena that I haven't seen since I turned into a vampire. She'd kissed me that night, and I wanted to melt. Even after all the time, she'd kissed me back, and that's what mattered.

I was pulled out of my thoughts to see Damon staring at me, "What?"

"You're thinking of her aren't you?" he asked with a knowing glimmer in his blue eyes.

I sighed deeply and nodded.

"That's it!" he smiled.

"What's it?" I asked, confused.

"Stefan, you're able to focus when you think of Elena," Damon noted. "I know you haven't seen her in a few weeks, but it's for your own good and her safety. If you can control your appetite, then you can see her. Focus on Elena, Stef! You're tracking the rabbit for Elena! You will catch it so you can get one step closer to seeing her. Close your eyes and picture her, and once you get the scent of whatever animal that isn't human, you hunt it."

I obeyed and closed my eyes.

My mind called up a picture of Elena. Her beautiful chocolate brown eyes glistened in the light as she looked up at me. It was at the park after we'd made love for the first time. Her small body cuddled up against me as she watched the little children play. She'd told me that she wanted kids, and at that particular moment, I'd told her that I didn't much want any. I've matured since then. I'm not sure if it was the fact that I'd truly matured or the fact that I was murdered in cold blood and saw my life flash before my very eyes, but I now wanted to give Elena anything in the world. Sadly, I couldn't give her what she wanted, because my reproductive system has died. I wished so bad to give her children, but I couldn't, and in a way that broke my heart. Although, I was just happy to be alive and able to see Elena…if only I could control myself and keep in check…

…DEER!

I ran without a second thought in the direction of which I heard the animal. Damon was hot on my trail as if to make sure the scent I got wasn't that of a human's, "That's excellent, Stef! Remember, you're the hunter!"

I snarled out of hunger and ran faster.

My body took itself towards the animal and my fangs protruded without me controlling them. I knew my eyes were red, but I was too much involved to care.

The deer was grazing in the field, and a part of me tried to consider another prey than this beautiful, innocent one, but my fangs had already sung themselves into its jugular as I broke its neck and killed it.

Damon lurked in the background as he allowed me to eat my kill freely. He was my protector - he always has been.

"Good job, Little Brother," he smirked when I was finished. "It's not a rabbit, but at least it's not a human. You should take that deer to the children's center here in town. There are hungry, homeless kids, and hunters to prepare the deer. You're not going to eat the meat anyhow."

It was a good idea, so I opened the abdomen so it looked like I drained the blood naturally, "Should I just tell them I hit it with my car and then got it fixed."

"That may take a bit of compulsion, but it's a good enough story," Damon agreed.

We went into town, dropped off the deer, and had a celebratory drink for my small accomplishment.