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I just need to apologize for being such a terrible updater (seriously, it's been almost five months already?!), and I really hope you haven't all given up on me - even though I honestly wouldn't blame you if you did.
Nevertheless, I finally have a chapter ready to be updated, so without further ado I'd like to present chapter six of 'Grey Areas':
Chapter Six: No Killing
The first thing Sheriff Forbes did after receiving news of another attack was calling Damon and asking him to meet her at the crime scene. With the recent increase in attacks she was pretty sure at least half of her phone bill had to come from calling the vampire by now.
Arriving at the scene she got to see the victim – a local, teenage girl she didn't know personally – throat almost torn out in several nasty bites - more than likely caused by a vicious vampire - but miraculously the poor girl was still breathing.
Turning away from the horrible sight to allow the medics to do their job, she was on the verge of jumping straight out of her skin when she came face to face with her bloodthirsty, unofficial investigation partner.
"Remind me again why we're driving to the middle of nowhere at five minutes to way too early?" the grouchy hunter demanded sourly, not really expecting any kind of answer he would feel inclined to accept.
Dean Winchester had never been much of a morning person.
The two brothers were driving down a deserted road surrounded by trees on both sides, the heavy leaves hiding whatever happened to be beyond the next turn in the road.
"I mean, come on, why does it always have to be so freaking early in the morning? Seriously, why couldn't it all happen at, like, noon or something?"
The younger hunter of the two kept silent while checking his e-mail on his, thankfully, still-working phone. He had no qualms about leaving his brother to his ranting, but he certainly deemed his irrational questions unworthy of any proper answer.
"Would it really kill them to wait just a few more hours?" the irate hunter grumbled, mostly to himself, steering his loyal Impala around another turn with a such a gentle caress of the leather-clad wheel that it belied his overall demeanor.
Sam switched from watching his phone's screen in consentration to looking at his strange brother like he'd finally lost it completely.
"What?" Dean exclaimed obliviously when he at long last noticed the incredulous expression his long-haired companion was sporting while staring at him.
The man in question did the only thing he could under the circumstances; shaking his head with a sigh of defeat – the kind there's no doubt says 'I'm not even gonna ask'.
Dean took a deep breath to keep going, but any further ranting on his part was rudely - or timely, whichever way you should choose to look at it - interrupted by the rapidly increasing sound of sirens coming from somewhere behind his car.
Just seconds later an ambulance rushed past them – blue lights to accompany the blaring sound of the sirens - breaking every known speed limit in the process.
Exchanging a look of mutual understanding – developed and perfected through years and years of shared experiences in the field - with his younger brother, Dean shifted up the gear of his trusted, old car and sped down the road after the emergency car.
Seeing as they were unable to catch up with the ambulance - an undeniable fact that nevertheless irked Dean to no end – the medics were already heaving a person onto a stretcher into the back of the vehicle when the two hunters finally arrived at the crime scene.
The scene of the crime was a small grove of trees – cut off from the rest of the forest by a thin string of caution tape in yellow and black – just a few yards off of the road. The small area was swarming with stern-looking people in various kinds of uniforms – mainly policemen, a few people from the Animal Control and the ambulance personnel - most of them busy searching the surroundings for clues that might be important in any way in relation to the morning's incident.
Stepping out of the Impala, the two hunters posing as FBI agents straightened their ties and suit jackets, mentally preparing to do their job. Even Dean had woken up properly and stopped complaining – whatever the circumstances, he could always be counted on when it mattered the most.
The two Winchester brothers strode onto the scene – taking no heed of the warning written on the tape meant to stop people from entering – looking around for any person that might be capable of filling them in on the situation they had walked into.
"We need to find the ones responsible for all of these attacks before it's made public knowledge," Sheriff Forbes concluded, giving her dark-haired confidant her most serious look.
After filling the vampire in on the details of the morning's 'animal' attack, she'd proceeded to warn him about the new threat that had just arrived in town. The FBI. Like they didn't have enough enemies – in lack of a more suitable word to describe it - without adding the authorities to the mix as well as the various supernatural creatures.
"If they become a problem, I'll take care of it," the oldest living Salvatore – figuratively speaking, of course – promised in an attempt to sound reassuring, but his lips twitched slightly, like what it truly wanted to do was to draw up in a smirk.
"No killing," the uniformed woman commanded sternly. "We certainly don't need more of the authorities to come over here searching for missing FBI agents on top of it all."
"Fine," he consented, bringing both hands up in defeat, before his benevolent expression slipped away in favor of his trademark smirk. "I'll use my awesome Powers of Persuasion instead."
"Thank you, Damon," the Sheriff said sincerely in a tender tone of voice, placing her hand on his shoulder in a gesture of gratitude.
"Anything for you, Lizzie," the vampire proclaimed with a over exaggerated wink and a wicked grin, making her shudder at the thought that a couple of fangs would have fit right in with the menacing picture he was presenting that very moment.
"Speaking of, that wouldn't happen to be them right over there now, would it?" he continued casually, tilting his head a little to the left where he'd just spotted two suit-clad strangers that looked determined, yet slightly lost.
Liz turned her head just in time to catch the rude one of the two checking out a nurse hasting by.
Looking to be in deep thoughts the old predator cocked his head to the side in contemplation.
"Who do you think's most tasty?" he wondered out loud, keeping his crystal gaze fixed on his unsuspecting prey as he flashed his normal, human-looking teeth in a sinister grin. "Shorty or the giant?"
The dangerous creature spared a mischievous glance at his disgruntled, human friend.
She could only shake her head in exasperation. Damon was being his usual self; meaning, he thrived in making people around him uncomfortable in any way he could, and at every available opportunity.
Sometimes she wondered whether he needed that even more than he needed life-giving, human blood to survive.
The man truly was a devil, every which way you looked at it. She wanted nothing more than to be able to say he was the devil, but unfortunately the Sheriff of Mystic Falls had it on good authority that there were infinitesimally more cruel devils than him in existence. That wasn't to say she wasn't eternally grateful to have the old vampire on the town's side – far from it – but she would dearly like to believe he was the biggest and baddest there was.
She gave another mental shudder at the fleeting thought of the destruction he could have caused had he been their enemy – what with the fact that he had the whole council practically eating out of his hand within months of returning to town. And that without compelling a single one of them!
The guy's natural charm really was downright deadly.
AN: Again, I'm really sorry for the long wait!
This was supposed to be longer, and there were more I had planned to fit into this chapter, but I just couldn't get it right! So I've been stuck right here for the past TWO months... :/ It didn't help that I've been working six days a week a lot of that time either. But enough with the excuses!
Anyway, so I decided to just update the story with what I have, and save the rest for next chapter instead :)
As always, I'd love to hear any of your opinions – both the good and the bad! And just so you know, reviews will be received with squeals and overall giddy behavior ^^
07.10.13
