Autumn stood at the edge of the shore line with her friends, not exactly liking the idea of letting herself be convinced that spending a weekend on a desolate island would be a good idea. The thought of being out so far away from civilization sent a chill down her spine, and also added to the anxiety of not having her cell phone in case of an emergency. If they got hurt, they were screwed. She watched as her friends pulled all of their luggage from the boats they'd used to cross the water and followed them down an unmarked path until they reached what looked like a fairly decent sized cabin.

"This is what we're staying in?" Jessica asked with disgust as she turned to Owen, who had been leading the group through their trek in the woods, "When you told us about this place off the coast of Nova Scotia, you promised it would be amazing. This, sorry to disappoint, is not impressive."

Owen rolled his eyes, "I told you it was camping. No five-star hotels when you're outdoors roughing-it."

Autumn swallowed hard, "Maybe it won't be so bad? I mean it's a deserted island, what could possibly happen on a deserted island?" She didn't sound confident but she spoke those words to herself more then to the people she was standing with, knowing they wouldn't hear her.

Talia looked from Jessica to Owen and smiled small, "Well, we're here so lets make the best of it!"

"Agreed," Troy smirked and wrapped his arm around Talia's shoulders immediately attacking her neck with lustful kisses and nips. She giggled but made no attempt to push him off.

Sighing, Autumn followed the group towards the cabin but stopped a few feet behind them and looked around. She couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. It was quiet, and it made her uneasy. Shouldn't there at least be animals of some sorts to make noise? Birds? Anything?

Shaking her head she turned back around and walked into the dark structure. It was fairly spacious inside but had no rooms, no beds, nothing that would make it a cabin for sleeping in. If anything, it looked like a place that you would keep anything but people in. She looked to her left and noticed that Troy was putting his and Talia's tent up, and to the right Owen was putting Jessica's tent up for her while she complained about it being damp and cold in the cabin. He would reply with a simple, it's better then sleeping outside, and then continue his work.

"Here," Troy walked over to Autumn and pulled her bag off her back gently, "I'll set your tent up."

"Thanks," She smiled small at him and then continued to look around. There was something unsettling about this place and it made it hard for her to even think about relaxing.

Later that night after setting up a bond fire outside of the cabin the five sat outside and proceeded to tell scary stories, taking full advantage of their dark and quiet surroundings. Autumn tried to concentrate on anything but Owens voice as he spoke of some poor, unfortunate soul that was lost in the woods due to an attack from a serial killer. After he was finished, Troy upped the fright-level and talked about ghost stories consisting of hikers and campers getting attacked by the unknown. All of this talk made the girls scream and giggle, but Autumn didn't feel like joining in. When the day had turned to night, Autumn had immediately felt this sense of impending doom heading towards them, and it made her even more uneasy then when they had first arrived. She shook her head, trying to convince herself that this was a sign that she was watching way too many horror movies in her spare time.

After a few hours of exchanging stories and jokes, the group had decided to retire to the cabin. Owen stood up and looked at Autumn, noticing how she never moved at the idea of going to bed.

"You okay?" He walked closer and took a seat beside her, watching as she tightly clutched her thermal mug.

Autumn looked at him and shook her head, "I don't know. I just feel like... something is going to go horribly wrong."

"It's just the sense of being alone," Owen chuckled and rubbed her arm in a comforting way, "My little sister always felt like that when she first started camping with the family, but it was just her fear of not having control of what might never even happen."

Autumn listened to him speak and nodded to satisfy his need to make her feel better, "Thanks Owen."

"But you're not going to come inside?" His eyebrow rose.

"Not yet," Autumn shook her head, "I think I'm going to sit by the fire for a little while longer."

Deciding it was best to give up, Owen nodded and stood up again and walked into the cabin. She noticed he'd left the door open for Autumn when she decided to join everyone.

Turning her attention back onto the fire in front of her she slowly sipped her hot chocolate and sat there deep in thought. She tried to think of anything but scary possibilities. She couldn't let irrational fears keep her awake tonight, seeing as how the group was set to go on a hike around the entire island in the morning. After a few minutes Autumn suddenly looked around hearing something rustling in the trees, feeling a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She slowly stood up and looked around trying to see if she could see whatever it was that made the branches move.

Before she could react a hand swiftly clasped over her mouth and an arm wrapped itself securely around her waist. Autumn struggled hard against her captor immediately knowing it was a man that has her and started screaming against his hand as she was hauled into the darkness of the woods. She beat her fists against the arm that held her and began getting teary eyed. She suddenly realized that this might very well be the end of her life and accepted fate, but made sure she would definitely go down with a fight. It felt like forever until she saw the tiniest bit of light up a head, figuring it was more then likely a fire. When the two had arrived at what looked like a small camp sight, the attacker leaned in.

"If I let you go, you'll have to promise not to scream and draw attention," His voice was laced with a thick Scottish accent, "Just trust me, alright?"

Autumn couldn't do anything but nod, feeling the grip this man had on her loosen. She felt him hesitate but removed his hand from her mouth.

"What the hell did you kidnap me for?" Autumn asked harshly quickly turning around to face the exceptionally taller man that had taken her from her friends.

He ignored her question and walked towards a large log in front of the fire taking a seat, "Come sit down. I'll explain everything."

Looking back at the direction they had come from and over to this mysterious man, Autumn thought out her chances of getting away in a dark woods full of promised disorientation and possible injury. Feeling her sense of self-preservation kick in Autumn decided it would more then likely be safer with this man, considering he did release her when he'd brought her to this secret spot in the woods. Taking a deep breath she walked over and at a couple feet away from him, glancing over to see he had a knife in his hand and was carving what looked like a steak.

"My name is Galen Vaughn," He didn't look in her direction when she'd decided to sit down, "And who might you be?"

Autumn frowned a little, "Autumn Darcy..."

Vaughn set the things in his hands down and turned to look at her, "Pretty name for a pretty young lady," He shifted and then stood up, "Are you hungry?"

Autumn watched him in disbelief. Vaughn had just kidnapped her, complimented her and was now trying to make small talk. She shook her head at his question and watched him carefully.

"I didn't mean to frighten you, but you would have brought too much attention to us if I hadn't of covered your mouth," Vaughn stated, "You and your friends shouldn't be here."

She sighed, "I know," She rubbed her forehead a little, "I knew this was a bad idea..."

Vaughn watched the girl with curiosity. She was speaking more to herself then him, and seemed to be fighting with herself concerning the outcome of her trip to the island. Grabbing two cups her quickly filled them with water and walked back over to Autumn.

"Vaughn," Autumn looked at him, "Why did you take me away from my friends?"

"Do you want the blunt truth or the sweet and fluffy version?" He walked over and took his spot on the log again, holding out a cup to her.

Autumn took the cup timidly and looked right at him, "I guess the blunt version."

"Now I don't know if you believe in such things but, this island is the burial ground to a very powerful, immortal man named Silas," He watched her face for a reaction and when she said nothing he continued, "There are natives on this island that were born and raised here with a simple task of disposing of whoever stepped foot on the island, in fear that all those who found this place were here to free Silas."

Autumn nodded slowly not exactly hearing everything he was saying. The word immortal repeated over and over in her head, reminding her of the scary camp fire stories. The thought made a chill run down her spine.

"I pulled you away from the fire and brought you here because those natives will more then likely have already taken your friends," Vaughn spoke without a gentle tone in his voice and was straight forward with the girl beside him, "I saw you and figured I would at least get one innocent person away from danger, for now at least."

Autumn stared at him wide eyed, "You mean to tell me my friends could be dead right now?" Tears began to well in her eyes at the thought. No matter how stupid they were for wanting to come here, they didn't deserve to die.

"More then likely," He watched her and felt a pang of guilt hit his chest as he watched her eyes glass over, "Eh now, they might be fine too." He frowned and watched her slowly break down into a soft sob, not knowing what to do.

Vaughn had never been one to comfort or sugar coat anything for anyone, it just wasn't his style. Being a vampire hunter and one of the Five, he had no time for being gentle or overly kind. His life's work and the duty of being a hunter topped all other things he possibly could have had should he have decided not to kill his first vampire. But this girl in front of him reminded him of emotions he'd spent years training to suppress.

Slowly, Vaughn moved closer and placed his hand awkwardly on Autumn's shoulder, "You should get some sleep. I'll stay up and make sure nothin' happens, ay?"

She looked up at him and nodded slowly as she furiously rubbed the tears away from her eyes. She almost felt embarrassed for crying in front of this man, who was now trying to comfort her. Autumn could tell from the look on his face and the way he his hand touched her shoulder that he wasn't good at these sorts of things, making it even harder for her to look him in the eyes.

Autumn watched as he stood up and quickly got his sleeping bag ready for her, laying it off to the side far enough away from the fire that sparks wouldn't hit her. When he was finished he looked back at her as much to say that it was ready and watched her as she slowly stood up. He could tell by the way she moved that she was probably exhausted from everything that had happened tonight, quickly going to her side in case she stumbled and fell. She looked at him and offered him a small smile before going over to the sleeping bag and sat down. Once she was situated and comfortable, she gave him one last look and noticed he was sitting back down on the log with his knife and stake in hand.

"Vaughn," Autumn spoke almost in a whisper but Vaughn still looked over to her, "Thank you for your kindness."

Vaughn watched her curiously as she nuzzled the small pillow he'd laid down for her and quickly fell into a deep sleep. He stared at her sleeping form and took everything in. He had to admit even in the dim and misleading light of the fire she was extremely beautiful. At that moment he found himself thinking of a life he could have had, but she didn't deserve this. He would find a way to get her off this island and keep her ignorant of what she wasn't already aware of. By telling her of Silas he had already told her too much, so he would make sure he never spoke of vampires in front of her and make sure that once she was safe, she never learned of them when she was gone back to her normal life.

SOOOOO, I decided since there is a huge lack of Galen Vaughn on this website that I would pitch in a small story for the maybe four readers on here who might be interested. Personally, I LOVE Vaughn's character. I think he has a lot of potential, despite what he did to Bonnie and Jeremy.

Let's not forget the fact that he's good looking and has an accent to DIE FOR. Gahh, I literally sit there and gape in awe when he talks. It's almost as musical as listening to Kol talk with that sweet British accent. jsgnjgjskgje;khew; Okay I'm done now. LOOL

Anyways, if you like what you've read so far and wish for it to continue, comment/review and I will decide whether to take it from there or not. :D