A/N: This came from a sudden want to write from Jonathan's POV, so I thought 'why the hell not' and came out with this. Thanks to Werepuppy/Zara for her Chronicles of Life and Unlife series, as it gives me something to write when I lack anything else, and it's refreshingly fun to look through the eyes of different characters. Enjoy, read and review.

Slayers and Traitors

Jonathan Van Helsing hadn't been able to ease up on training recently, having to spend every second of spare time kicking the crap out of straw dummies and shooting very precisely at cardboard cut outs. When his Dad asked him why he was doing this, he just made up something about wanting to keep his mother safe, anything that wasn't related to vampires.

Slaying was a tough enough job by itself, having to keep details from leaking to the public (their job was harder with people panicking or thinking they were madmen) as well as defend the innocent from any attacks. This became even harder to pull off with his parents living so happily together with him now they knew nothing about vampires or slaying. And as if all that wasn't enough, his destiny was to slay the Grand High Vampire, supposedly the most powerful vampire of all.

It didn't help that Jonno remembered how Vlad had been before he knew he was a vampire, but for the most part he managed to suppress these memories. Vampires were the scum of the earth, taking innocent lives for their own greed and selfish motives without so much as batting an eyelid. Such immoral creatures had to be eliminated for the good of mankind.

Jonno was well aware of the danger he was putting his family in by even having any association with the Slayer's Guild. If his Dad remembered anything, he'd start obsessing over slaying again, something which had already torn their mother from him once, not to mention how unskilled he was at it. His mother also had some traumatic memories associated with vampires, something he didn't want her to have to live with.

As well as the memories, there was also the fact they'd be prime targets for attack. They weren't exactly in hiding, and it wasn't above vampires to emotionally exploit him to 'negotiate' a retreat. The very idea sent chills through him, knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to live with either choice.

He hadn't been so keen on the idea at first. After everything he'd been put through the first time around trying to slay the Draculas, he was quite content if he never had to go through all that again. But the Slayer's Guild insisted that the coven weren't mistaken in his task as the Chosen Slayer and that destiny would find a way to come about on its own, whether it was the easy way or not. Sensibly, Jonno opted for easy, as he dreaded to think what alternatives destiny would come up with.

It was on one particularly intensive day of training that Jonno gained his unlikely ally. He was going through the Time Trial obstacle course the Guild had set up for him in the middle of the forest where usually nobody would dare explore when he saw her, someone he hadn't seen in a while.

"Chloe Branaugh?" He frowned as he hung upside down from a bar by his legs, "What're you doing so far out here?"

"Just wanted to go for a walk." Chloe replied casually, as if this was the most normal sight in the world. Compared to some of her memories of vampires, it probably was, "And I thought you might like to know a few things, like what's going on up at the castle."

"Go on..." His frown deepened as he skilfully swung down from his pole, landing just in front of her.

"It's Ingrid's wedding, didn't you know?" She smiled, hesitating slightly before saying, "I thought this would be the perfect time for an attack."

"I thought you and Vlad were dating." He raised an eyebrow, "How do I know he didn't send you to tell me something that isn't true?"

"He's a no good lying bastard who deserves the smack down you'll no doubt lay on him." Her tone was still quite casual, "And think about it, would he really send me of all people to set up a trap? He would've sent a total stranger or Ian or Paul, or someone with less reason to lie than me. I only want to help the Slayers in any way I can."

"You mean, you want to help...me?" Jonno was still a tiny bit suspicious.

"Call it a partnership if you will." She extended a hand out to him, "So, do you accept my assistance?"

He thought for a minute, calling on his gut instincts to help him. No reaction, she must be telling the truth. He shook the hand she'd held out to him, "You've got yourself a deal, Branaugh."

He took his phone from his pocket, dialling a number at rapid speed and saying immediately after it was answered, "Steve, I need you and Graham's teams in action pronto. It seems our plan will have to go ahead earlier than scheduled."

"What?!" Steve screamed down the phone, "There's no way, barely anyone on the teams even knows the plan exists, we'd have the shit beaten out of us."

Jonno sighed, "We've been through this, the teams themselves don't need to know the plan, just their current orders. And was that you questioning my judgement?"

Steve faultered, his nervous breath making the speaker crackle, "Well, no, but-"

"Then you and Graham had better get you and your team's arses down here so we can beat the shit out of the enemy before I beat the shit out of you." Jonno had mastered speaking casually but with just enough menace to make his threats stick, "And make sure we have Melech and Strigoi on standby. You never know what could happen."

There was a long pause before Steve answered, "We'll be there in twenty minutes max, and I'll get Graham to pass on the message."

Jonno hung up, grinning broadly. He hadn't been up to the castle in years, and now all his overly extensive training would finally amount to something. 'Hmm...' He wondered, 'Did I sharpen my stakes recently enough?'