Chapter 1: The Male in Black

Sam and Dean are driving in their beloved impala, listening to Bon Jovi. They have just been at Bobby's, and were now on the road again, on their way to another hunt. Bobby had called Dean a couple of days before, and tolled them to come by his place, because he had found some leads on a hunt, in a little town in Virginia. He had had his eyes on the town for awhile now, because there had been a lot of mysteriously deaths. He wanted the boys to go there an investigate it and find out if it was a real hunt or not.

Dean looks over at Sam and asks, "so, what do we know about this case?" Sam looks through the papers Bobby had given them.

"There have been found a lot of dead bodies in Mystic Falls, Virginia, over the last eight month. All of them found with bit marks and drained of blood. The police call it accidents. Says it was a mountain lion. But according to the news, the animal was captured months ago and the latest victim was found inside her own car merely days ago." Dean looks strangely at him.

"That doesn't really sound like a mountain lion to me."

"Exactly," Sam says as he continues. "I'm thinking - with the blood loss and the bit marks - that it could be a coven of vampires. But it isn't normal for a coven to be in the same town for almost a year in a row." Sam was confused. He had never experienced that before. Most of the vampires they had encountered over the years had left the town before the people could get suspicious.

Dean looks interested over at Sam, and replies: "So if it is vampires…what are keeping them there?"

Sam and Dean keep driving in silence the only sound was the noise of the engine and Dean's favourite rock music.

DEANxDAMON

A few hours later, Sam and Dean find themselves sitting at one of the many tables in Mystic Falls' most popular dinning place, Mystic Grill. They had been talking about the case over a cold bear and on Dean's part a bacon cheeseburger. Suddenly a girl's voice dragged their attention to the door, which suddenly slammed open. In through the open door, came a man with the noisy girl right at his heels. The girl was naturally beautiful, with her long, brown hair hanging around her shoulders. She looks angry, no more like pissed. It was clear that her anger was focused on the older guy, but she did what she could to keep her voice down, so not to drag to much attention. The girl was beautiful, no doubt about that, but it was the guy that stole all of Dean's attention. The guy was dressed in all black, and had very dark hair and the most captivating eyes Dean had ever seen. The dark haired male walks straight towards the bar, but halfway there he turns around with an annoying look on his face. He walks back to the girl, who had stopped right in front of the table with the Winchester brothers, and leans in over her, whispering silently in her right ear.

"I am what I am, and you can't change me into a vegetarian like my beloved little brother. This is who I am, and I am not going to change that, not even for you!" Then he turns around and walks back to the bar. The girl looks like she is giving up. Throwing her hands in the air, she then walks away.

The Winchester brothers look curiously at each other.

"Another love drama," Dean says while drinking his bear. He smirks at Sammy and continue, "Thank god we don't have that kind of problems." Sam shrugs his shoulders, smiles and gives a short laugh.

DEANxDAMON

God she is annoying today. Give me a break. All I did was having a little fun with some pretty high school girls. Damon thinks to himself and motions to the bartender for another refill. Damon keeps drinking, and by accident he overhears a rather interesting conversation, between two guys near the door.

"So, back to the case. What are we going to do, about all these attacks?" the longer haired male asks. So they are here about Jessica's death…this is going to be fun. Damon looks over his shoulder and sees the other one shrug is shoulders. The same guy decided to look at Damon at that very moment, and their eyes caught each other for an instant. Damon was mesmerised. He has never felt like this before. This spark of… of… of something, Damon wasn't sure what it was, but it annoyed him none the less. He looks away, takes another sip of his alcohol, but no matter what he tries to do, he can't get those amazing eyes out of his head.

"In the files, they are mentioning a sheriff Forbes; she is the one who runs the investigation. We could go and talk to her about it, maybe take a look at the body. She isn't going to be buried until the case is closed. According to the file the bit mark looks like fangs, and could easily come from a vampire."

Fuck… who the hell are those guys! How do they know about vampires, and how the hell do they even know about Jessica's death?

"No witnesses, no relatives, no nothing. The sheriff is our only lead. Come on, let's go back to the motel and change our cloth. Then we can go and talk to the sheriff." Both of the guys stood up, the short haired one tosses some money on the table and left. The oldest Salvatore stares at the door, and made a final decision: I have to do something about those two. He then turned around, finishes his drink and then leaves the Mystic Grill.