Chapter 3

Although she felt afraid, Bonnie could not deny the new energy flowing through her body. She was unsure why she could feel as if she were becoming bright gold and fiery hot like the sun. It was so different than how she felt when she saw Stefan. Her body radiated a comforting heat, like the feeling of being wrapped up in a blanket in front of a fireplace. She heard the gun cock and her mind flew back to the gun pressing harder into the back of her skull. "Last chance sweetheart. Who the hell are you?" The deep voice commanded once more.

Bonnie dropped her jacket and raised her hands slowly and turned around. Although the room was dark, the streetlight shining through the window on the door highlighted the man's bright green eyes. She exhaled slowly as she pressed her back against the door. "Please don't shoot." Trying desperately to keep her voice from trembling.

"Wrong answer sweetheart." His eyes narrowed as his finger played with the trigger.

Bonnie closed her eyes as she thought of her grams and how she hoped that she was alive. Why did I drink so much? If only I got here sooner. Suddenly she heard the running of footsteps down the hallway and the light in the living room turned on. "Dean! Stop! That's my granddaughter Bonnie!"

Dean continued to look at Bonnie, his eyes never breaking contact with hers. Bonnie heard more footsteps running down the hallway. She still couldn't take her gaze off of the man in front of her. He was wearing a white v-neck t-shirt that hugged his body in the right places and grey sweat pants that hung off his hips in such a way that made Bonnie's heart flutter. When she looked back into his eyes she felt that warmth once more.

"Dean what the hell!" Bonnie was pulled out of her thoughts when she looked up and saw a man pull Dean away from her and up against the wall, snatching the gun out of his hands. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Gee Dad, I don't know. The fact that we get called to this town because of vicious attacks on the people of this town and coincidentally someone tries to break into this house in the middle of the night?"

The older man turned towards Bonnie and looked her over. "Are you alright?" The man's dark hair was tousled and his face was heavy with a five o'clock shadow.

Bonnie nodded to the man and walked quickly to her grams. Sheila wrapped Bonnie in her arms and looked down at her granddaughter. "Bonnie what are you doing here? Is everything alright?"

Bonnie shook her head. "I just got back from the party. There was an attack. Vicki Donovan got attacked in the woods. She had a bite on her neck that looked like it came from some sort of animal."

The older man turned towards Bonnie and walked towards her. "Animal? Did your friend have any scratches on her body? Were her clothes torn?" Bonnie looked up at the man and could see the fatigue over his face. Although his eyes were dark and bags were heavy under his eyes, Bonnie could still see an alert intensity in his eyes.

Bonnie thought back to the vision of Vicki lying on the ground unconscious, her neck flowing with blood. Bonnie closed her eyes and shook her head. "No…no she didn't. She just had a couple smudges of dirt on her clothes from where it looked as if she fell but she didn't look like she had any other injuries from what I could see."

The older man looked back at his son Dean, who was still eyeing Bonnie warily. His gaze seemed to burn Bonnie. She wrapped her arms around her grams and looked away from his piercing gaze. "Dean… go back to sleep. We'll deal with this in the morning." The older man said to Dean as he placed his hand on his shoulder.

Sheila patted Bonnie's back and looked down at her granddaughter. "Come let's go upstairs. Your room is still open." Bonnie nodded as she followed her grams up the stairs. When she looked back down she saw that Dean continued to watch her as she walked out of sight.

Dean Winchester watched as Bonnie walked up the stairs. When Bonnie made eye contact with him Dean felt electricity shoot through his body. He was taken aback by how beautiful she was. Her green eyes shined against her soft caramel skin. When his dad received the phone call from one of his old friends, Sheila Bennett, talking about a rising vampire colony they b-lined as fast as they could towards Mystic Falls. Dean barely remembered their stay in Mystic Falls when he was around 13 and Sammy was 9. His father told them that they were hunting a vampire named Mikael. John told Dean on the drive back to Mystic Falls of how he imprisoned Mikael in a tomb with the help of some witch.

"Why didn't you just cut the bloodsucker's head off?" Dean asked as he looked at his dad.

John Winchester shook his head as he kept his gaze on the road. "It wasn't that simple with this one Dean. He's an entirely different species all together. The witch who helped me had called me because this vamp was after her friend's daughter."

He remembered visiting a woman's home with his father. Now he learned that this woman was Abby Bennett and the spritely 3-year-old girl that was playing with her blocks quietly in the corner was Bonnie. Bonnie… the banging hot girl who made him rise to the occasion in present day all these years later. Dean shook his head as he walked back into the living room muttering to himself. "I'm going to hell."He reached down and adjusted himself into the waistband of his sweats so that his father wouldn't know exactly what was running through his mind.

As Dean walked into the living room he saw his dad flipping through his journal. Dean quickly walked past his father and laid down upon the couch and swiftly covered himself with the blanket, allowing himself to relax a bit. As he started to close his eyes his father spoke.

"She's only 17 Dean."

Dean looked at his father, his face turning red in embarrassment. He laughed nervously and shook his head. "I—I don't…"

"I saw how you reacted son." He continued to flip through his journal. "Don't do anything stupid. We have a job to do. Got it?"

Dean sighed loudly and placed one arm above his head and another over his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. Let's just get some sleep." Dean breathed deeply as he closed his eyes. Dean could hear his father shuffling through the pages of his journal. After a couple minutes John turned towards Dean.

"Hey I think I've figured out who our bloodsucker is."

Dean kept his arm over his eyes as he tried to concentrate on sleep. "Can't this wait until morning?"

"Stefan Salvatore was the name that Sheila gave to us over the phone. I went through my records and found records of Stefan going back to the 70s. Going through photos this guy looks exactly like this new kid, who happens to be living in the same house."

"That's wonderful. I wonder what keeps his skin looking so young. I bet its baby lotion."

"Goddamnit Dean! This is serious boy."

Dean shot up and glared at his father. "Dad… it's 2 in the fucking morning. We've been driving for 2 days straight to get to this hick town. I just want to get some sleep. That's all I ask." Dean shot back down and covered his eyes once again with his arm.

Dean took a deep breath and slowed his breathing. As his body began to relax the last thing he saw before succumbing to sleep were Bonnie's green eyes.

Bonnie walked downstairs quietly in the morning. Her head lightly throbbing from all the drinking she did last night. She had on a light pink shirt that fell off her shoulder and grey shorts that she had worn to bed. She was glad that she had decided to keep a few changes of clothes at her grandmother's house. Sleeping in her beer-laden clothing from the night before was not what she needed to relax. She heard the sound of her grams cooking something in the kitchen as she reached the bottom of the stairs. The smell of buttermilk and bacon filled the room causing her to stomach to growl in return. Bonnie walked into the kitchen, her mouth watering at the sight of a stack of pancakes on the dining table. Bonnie smiled as she walked into the kitchen and pulled out a chair and sat at the dining table. "Morning grams." Bonnie replied happily as she crossed her legs. She hadn't had breakfast at her grandmother's since she was 10. That was about the time her father slowly started limiting the amount of time Bonnie got to spend with her grandmother.

Sheila turned around and smiled at her granddaughter. Sheila reached into the upper cabinet and brought out a stack of plates and set them on the table. Bonnie raised her eyebrow at the extra plates on the table when all of a sudden she remembered and her heart dropped into her stomach. She looked up just as she saw him.

She watched as Dean stood at the doorway, still wearing the outfit he wore last night. His hair was tousled from sleep. Bonnie turned back and quickly plunged her fork in a couple pancakes and placed them on her plate.

Dean stood frozen in the doorway. Think of something else. ANYTHING ELSE GODDAMNIT! God she looks sexy. I would give anything to run my tongue along that shoulder—I pledge allegiance to the flag of the umm…of the land of the free…of the United States of America? Oh god her hair looks like she just got fu—And to the republic for which it stands…One nation…under my body… breathing heavily…calling out my name.

"Dean, are you okay?" Sheila hovered over the round kitchen table looking at Dean warily. It's happening. Sheila thought as she watched Dean stare at her granddaughter. She felt a huge sense of protection over Bonnie. She knew what the future had in store for them. She just did not want it to happen so soon.

Dean shook his head and cleared his throat. "Oh yeah… Yeah! I'm great." He gestured to the table and smiled widely. "Pancakes! My favorite kind of cake!" He skipped to the table and pulled out a chair on the opposite side of the table from bonnie. He stuffed 3 pieces of bacon into his mouth as he took his fork and grabbed 3 fluffy pancakes and plopped them down on his plate. He watched out of the corner of his eye as Bonnie poured Blueberry syrup over her pancakes. His mouth watered as he saw her take her finger and wipe away the excess syrup. She put the cap back on the bottle and handed it out to him. As she did she put her finger in her mouth and tasted the syrup, her eyes closing as she reveled in the sweetness. He smiled at her and took the bottle and drowned his pancakes with syrup.

John Winchester walked into the kitchen holding onto a newspaper. He walked over to Sheila as she held out a cup of coffee to him. He smiled to her and turned towards the table. "Good morning Bonnie. I hope Dean here didn't scare the crap out of you too much. Sometimes he's just a gorilla when it comes to manners."

Dean yelled, "Hey" with a mouthful of pancakes. "I resent that." John walked over to Dean and smacked the top of his head the newspaper. "Mind your manners boy!" Dean rubbed the back of his head as he looked down at his plate of food and took another bite. Bonnie tried very hard to hold back a smile. John walked up to Bonnie and held out his hand. "John Winchester. Your grandmother here tells me you are a junior at Mystic Falls High."

Bonnie nodded as she took a bite of her food. "Yeah I am." Bonnie cleared her throat and looked at John and Dean. "Excuse me but why are you guys here? How do you know my grams?"

John looked towards Sheila as if waiting for her to respond. Sheila stepped forward and handed Bonnie a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice. "I called them here Bonnie."

Bonnie took another bite of her breakfast. "Why?"

Sheila looked towards John and Dean and then back towards Bonnie. "I called them to help with the attacks in the area." Sheila poured a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice and handed it to Bonnie. "They are what you call experts with this sort of thing."

Bonnie looked at her grandmother in confusion. "But why would you be calling them? You're not the police. Isn't that something they should be handling?"

John sat at the table taking a sip of his coffee. "Sometimes Bonnie it's through civilians that real cases get solved."

Sheila turned off the stove and took off her apron. "Bonnie will you come upstairs with me for a bit?"

Bonnie took the last bite of her pancakes and then washed it down with her orange juice as she nodded. "Sure grams." She looked down at Dean and over to John as she nodded to both of them. She followed her grams up the stairway and into her room. Sheila waited for Bonnie to walk all the way into the room before she closed the door behind her.

"Why did you come last night Bonnie?"

Bonnie wrapped her arms around herself as she walked towards the window and sat upon the window seat. Bonnie felt her world begin to crumble around her. She had tried desperately yesterday to forget everything she heard the night before at the party but the mere mentioning of her unexpected arrival in the middle of the night caused Bonnie to shiver with fear. She knew that she couldn't avoid this conversation. It didn't stop her from hoping however. Bonnie shook her head and spoke quietly. "Grams… I think I'm going crazy."

Sheila rushed to Bonnie's side and took her head in her hands, running her thumb along her cheek. "Bonnie talk to me baby. What happened?"

Bonnie looked up at her grandmother and didn't know where to start. "I—I heard voices… speaking to me last night."

Sheila looked at Bonnie in confusion. "What voices? What did they say?" At that moment Bonnie was thankful, for once, that she did not have a "normal" grandmother. Only her grams would have listened to her speak of voices in her head and not rush to check her into the mental institution.

"It just doesn't make sense grams. They were quiet at first but then the voices got louder until they were screams in my head." Bonnie felt a tear fall down her cheek as she remembered the feeling of fear course through her body as the voices screamed inside her. Bonnie's head began to throb lightly once more.

"What were they saying Bonnie?" Sheila looked up at her daughter with concern and understanding.

Bonnie looked into her grandmother's eyes. "Destiny, savior, and chosen."

Sheila's hands fell from her granddaughter's face and went to her mouth. She looked away from Bonnie and looked at the ground. Bonnie felt her heart sink to her stomach as she could see the look of defeat in her grams eyes. Very quietly she spoke. "It's happening…"

Bonnie leaned forward to hear what her grandmother was saying. "Grams? What are you saying? What's happening?"

Sheila grabbed Bonnie's face fiercely and shook her face lightly. "You are not crazy Bonnie."

Bonnie furrowed her brow in confusion. "Wh—what do you…"

Sheila shook her head. "You are not crazy Bonnie Bennett. Remember that." Sheila stood and walked to the door and opened it. "Get ready for school. When you are done I will explain more. I promise." Bonnie sat on the bench staring at her grandmother in utter confusion. Nothing made sense anymore. Bonnie felt her breakfast want to come up from her stomach. She was afraid that she was going to be sick in the middle of the room. Bonnie looked up and saw her grandmother smile slightly. "Everything will be okay. I promise." Bonnie stood from the bench and slowly walked towards the door. As she looked towards her grams Sheila placed her finger upon her forehead. Bonnie immediately felt calm and her nausea dissipated. She smiled at her grandmother and walked out of the room.

Bonnie walked into her bedroom and shut the door. She looked over at the clock and gasped at the time. Bonnie quickly got dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a grey v-neck shirt with black and purple feathers along the front. All Bonnie had time for was to run her fingers through her hair as she ran downstairs. When she reached the bottom of the steps she saw Dean and John in the living room. Dean was putting a tie around his neck, completing his black suit. If she thought this man looked delectable in pajamas she obviously hadn't seen him in a suit and tie. Bonnie looked down at her watch and cursed. "Shit! Bye grams! I'll be back after school!" Bonnie raced out of the living room and jumped in her car and raced to school, her mind desperately trying to think of anything but what her grandmother was about to tell her.

John and Dean Winchester walked through the doors of Mystic Falls Hospital and walked up towards the front desk. Sitting at the desk was a brunette nurse with her hair in a high ponytail. She looked up from her computer and smiled at them as they walked to the desk. John nodded at the girl and leaned forward. "We're here to speak with a Miss Vicki Donovan. She was brought here last night suffering from an attack."

The girl looked up at them and raised an eyebrow. "And you are?"

Dean smiled as he held out his badge flashing the FBI logo. "I'm agent Lee and this is my partner Agent Neil." John pulled out his badge and did the same thing.

The woman leaned back and tilted her head. "FBI? Since when does the FBI check out local animal attacks?"

John placed his badge back into his inside jacket pocket. "Ma'am we've been sent to investigate the string of animal attacks that have come through your town. Vicki Donovan is sure not the only attack on this town."

The nurse stood as she went to the shelf and sifted through the files. "But why not just send the Virginia CPO?" She pulled out a file and opened it. "It says here on the report that it was definitely an animal attack."

"Listen…" Dean looked down at the woman's badge and saw her name listed underneath her smiling picture. "Jessica. Who do you think contacted our department?" He rested his arms over the desk and smiled at the nurse. "Now how about you show us where her room is?"

"I've already spoken with the police. I don't know what attacked me. It was an animal. How many times do I have to fucking spell it out to you?" Vicki Donovan looked at the two FBI agents standing beside her bed.

John wrote in his notepad as he asked Vicki questions about her attack. So far they haven't gotten anything out of her. Her story always remained the same, it was an unknown animal.

Dean was getting restless standing around the hospital room. They weren't getting any information from this girl and it was beginning to drive him insane. He patted his father on the shoulder and motioned towards the door. "I'll be right back."

Dean walked out into the hallway and rested his back against the door. His hand went to his pocket as he opened his phone. He scrolled through his contacts and finally made it's way to Sammy. It had been a couple years since Sam decided to ditch him and his father for Stanford. Dean gripped the phone tightly as he stared at Sam's contact information. He couldn't understand how his brother could leave them high and dry. Dean closed his phone angrily as he placed the phone back in the inside pocket of his jacket. Dean looked up and saw a man walk down the hall towards the hospital room. He noticed a resemblance between Vicki and this boy. Dean decided to take a chance and speak to this kid.

Dean reached into his pocket and took out his badge. "Agent Lee, FBI. Do you by any chance know Vicki Donovan?"

The kid gripped his backpack strap and nodded. "Yeah she's my sister. I'm Matt." His eyes filled with panic as he looked past him to the room. "Is she okay? Is something wrong with Vicki?"

Dean raised his hands and nodded. "Yeah, yeah she's perfectly fine." Dean shrugged and smiled, "Well aside from the huge bite on her neck but who's picky?" Matt's brow furrowed as he stared at Dean, his grip on his backpack growing tighter. Dean cleared his throat at the increased tension in the air. "Umm yeah so we asked your sister what happened to her an she said it was an animal attack."

Matt nodded and sighed. "Yeah… I guess."

"You guess? Why don't you believe her?"

Matt fidgeted back and forth. "I don't know. She was pretty out of it when we bought her in here. She was probably really drunk and didn't know what she was saying."

"Why what did she say?" Dean placed his hands on his hips and he raised his chin.

Matt shook his head. "Nothing important. Like I said she was just drunk."

"Look kid we want all the facts. It's up to us to decide if something is not important." He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned closer to Matt.

Matt looked around the room as if he was contemplating what to say next. Eventually he leaned in and spoke quietly. "She said it was a vampire."

Dean leaned back and shook his head. "Wait… she said it was a vampire?"

Matt nodded and sighed. "Yeah, a vampire. Like I said she was pretty wasted so she was obviously off her rocker. Now if you'll excuse me I want to see if my sister is okay."

Dean smiled and moved to the side gesturing towards the door. "No problem. Have a nice day." Dean watched as Matt walked into the room. He heard his dad speak to Matt for a minute before walking out into the hallway. When John reached his son they turned and started walking down the hall.

"Get anything out of the kid?" John asked as he started loosening his tie.

Dean let out a whistle and nodded. "Oh yeah. That witch was right." Dean and John walked out of the hospital and opened the doors to the Impala. "Vampires are back in town…and it's hunting season." Dean smiled as he climbed into the passenger seat and shut the door.

"Ugh… ever notice how the druggies are the biggest attention whores?" Caroline disdainfully asked as she watched Matt bandage Vicki's neck at the booth on the other side of the Mystic Grill.

"Yeah…" Bonnie replied vacantly. What was it that he grams wanted to tell her? What the hell did those voices mean? Bonnie had tried desperately not to think about what had happened the previous night. Unfortunately as the night progressed her thoughts focused more and more of the impending conversation. Bonnie was drawn out of her thoughts by the sound of Stefan's voice.

"Excuse me. Hi."

Bonnie looked up at him and smiled. "Hi."

Stefan looked around and put his hands in his pockets shyly. Bonnie smiled at his nervousness. "Umm… have you guys seen Elena?"

Bonnie's smile faltered. "Oh I think she went home." Stefan nodded in defeat as he slowly started to turn away until Bonnie cleared her throat. "I'm going to give you Elena's cell number and her email." She pulled out a pen and wrote down Elena's information on one of the napkins on the table that said "Mystic Grill" on the front. "She is big on texting, and you can tell her… 'I said so'." Bonnie smiled and held the napkin in the air.

Stefan smiled brightly as he reached for the napkin. As his hand made contact with Bonnie her body froze and her eyes began to glow slightly. Red eyes. Screams. A Woman with curly dark hair. Fangs. Stefan covered in blood. Bonnie's hand shot back violently as she stared up at Stefan in fear. Stefan looked down at Bonnie in concern. "You okay?"

Bonnie continued to look at Stefan as she responded to him quietly. "What happened to you?" Stefan froze at Bonnie's question. Bonnie shook her head as she backed away from the table and began to stand. "That's so rude. I'm sorry. Excuse me." Bonnie darted from the table and ran out of the door. She heard Caroline speak to Stefan as she was walking out.

"Yeah… she kind of wigs out. It's like her thing."

As Bonnie walked out of the grill she immediately collided with a hard body. She felt arms wrap around her, preventing her from falling to the ground. "Are you alright?" Bonnie looked up at the man who held her and her breath hitched in her throat. "Dean?"

Dean looked down at Bonnie and smiled. He steadied her before pulling away, his hand lingering on her lower back. "How are you doing? Where are you off too in such a damn hurry?"

Bonnie looked into the Grill and saw that Caroline and Stefan were looking at her through the glass doors. Bonnie kept walking forward, Dean trailing her closely. "Umm hello? Earth to Bonnie?"

"I just needed some space, that's all." Bonnie crossed the street and walked towards her car.

Dean reached out and grabbed Bonnie's wrist, pulling her back so that she faced him. "Space from what? You look as if you've seen a ghost."

"It's nothing. I was just at the grill with my friend Caroline and Stefan when I remembered I had to go home." She reached into her bag and began fumbling around for her keys.

Dean furrowed his brow as he looked at Bonnie. "Stefan? Is he by any chance Stefan Salvatore?"

Bonnie looked up at Dean and nodded. "How do you know Stefan?"

Dean grabbed Bonnie's arm and grasped it tightly. "Bonnie you need to stay away from him do you understand me?"

Bonnie looked at Dean in confusion and shook her head. "I can't. He's kind of my best friend's boyfriend."

"Well you need to tell her to end it. Now."

Bonnie laughed as she reached into her purse to grab her car keys. "Okay Dean… sure thing. While I'm at it I might as well tell Elena to not stay out too late and that drugs are bad. I think Elena can handle herself Dean." Bonnie began to walk away when Dean grabbed her by the wrist fiercely once again.

"I'm serious Bonnie. He is why we're here. We spoke with Vicky today and it sure as hell wasn't an animal that attacked her in the woods." He looked into Bonnie's eyes. "And deep down you know it wasn't an animal either. Don't you Bonnie?"

Bonnie looked up at Dean in bewilderment; her mind was unable to process what she was hearing. When she touched Stefan the thing that scared her most was not what she saw, but instead what she felt. He body felt cold and dark. What she felt is how she felt that death would feel. "When I touched him… I felt something horrible. I've never felt anything like it before. I'm so confused and scared."

Dean placed his hands on her shoulders. "Don't worry. Dad and I will take care of whatever is threatening this town. Trust me. You'll have nothing to worry about soon."

Bonnie looked into Dean's eyes and she could see the truth within them. She knew that no matter what happens that this man would do whatever in his power to protect her.