Sorry it's taken so long I've lost track of the story but I'm determined to finish it. Please review and Merry X-mas.

Chapter 10: Owen?

"No, no, no." Brooke searched through her bag.

"What's wrong?" Peyton asked over her shoulder.

"My designs are gone."

"Maybe you left them at home."

"I brought them. I know I did. I was going to show them to Jamie at the game." Brooke emptied her bag out onto the pool table.

"Brooke relax you probably left them at home."

"I really wanted to show Jamie before I handed them into Macy's."

"So he'll see them after."

"I promised he'd be the first to see."

"We can always drive back to the house and have a look."

"We're running late as it is." She sighed, dropping her arms down by her side. "You should go. I'll meet you there."

"No, Brooke I can't face Lindsey alone."

"You won't be alone. You'll have Haley and Jamie and Nathan and L..." she trailed off.

"Lucas?"

"P. Sawyer you don't need anyone. You're a strong, brilliant woman who's running her own record label and looking great in her best friend's designs doing it. Lindsey doesn't have a thing on you."

"And yet Lucas is with her." Brooke heard the hate in her voice and felt like stepping back.

"Peyton... I know you don't like her but-"

"Don't take her side Brooke."

"It's not her fault she fell for Luke. I'm not on her side but I know how it feels to be the Lindsey in the Lucas Peyton saga. Just go, avoid her and I'll be there before you know it."

"You better."

"I promise." She started shoving her things back in her bag. "I'll give you a call when I'm ready to leave okay?"

When Brooke arrived home she was surprised to see Dean's car wasn't there. She let herself in and felt a slight chill run up her spin as she looked around the dark empty house. She had never felt this way before the creepy flowers, but now going anywhere alone made her uncomfortable. Luckily Dean and Sam had been willing to hang around with her. She had even spotted them following her once, although a little creepy she was glad they were watching out for her. She made her way over to the coffee table which was covered in papers; the boys had made themselves at home. She sifted through the papers not taking much notice of what was on them. When she couldn't find it she turned to head to her bedroom.

She opened the door and stopped in her tracks. She was greeted by the sight of rose petals and lit candles. "What the-"

"You like it?" A thick voice asked from behind her she spun around ready to scream.

"Owen?" She stood open mouthed staring at the bar tender from Tric.

"So?"

"What...What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to spend some time with you." His hand went up to stroke her cheek but she flinched away. "This is him isn't it?" Owens face turned dark.

"I think you should go."

"NO" He shouted, he knocked her bag out of her hands as she went for her mace. "Damn it Brooke." He lifted his hand and struck her. The last thing Brooke remembered was seeing Owen stand above her before everything went black.

"Dean we've checked and double checked everywhere in town."

"Then we'll triple check."

"Dean, maybe we should head over to the game." Sam didn't feel right about leaving Brooke alone. Neither did Dean but they had been following her around for days and nothing had happened. He wanted to catch this thing before it got to her, not wait around till it did. Sam felt like they were running around in circles, they had spent their nights researching and there days following Brooke around which was more exhausting then fighting any demon. "We should get back or at least call her to make sure she's okay." Dean just nodded.

"Well well well, look who it is." Owen held up the phone to Brooke, she saw Sam's number flash up. "The idiots are out looking for me. You know I thought the big bad Winchester brothers would be more of a problem. They didn't even think to look in your own basement." Brooke looked around frantically, realizing that's where they were. She struggled to speak through the gag he had put on. He stepped forward and put his finger to his lips.

"No use screaming, everyone's at the game." Brooke nodded and he slipped the gag out.

"What do you want?" She croaked.

"You Brooke. I want you and I would have had you by now if it wasn't for them."

"I don't understand."

"I see the way you look at him...Dean." he spat. "But it's okay. I understand. I've heard enough stories about him to know it's not your fault." He stroked her cheek. Brooke fought not to recoil.

"Please Owen just let me go."

"I can't Brooke. I'd give you anything but I can't give you that not until I've changed you."

"Changed me?" she was confused and groggy. Her head was killing her and she could feel a slight trail of blood down her face from the cut on her forehead where he'd hit her.

"You're meant to be like me. I never thought I'd find you again. But when I saw you in New York I knew. I knew it was fate." It suddenly hit Brooke.

"You, you're the one who attacked Rachel."

"I needed to feed."

"Feed? You bit her."

"Don't look so scared soon enough you'll be like me and it won't seem so weird."

"What do you mean like you?"

"A Vampire."

"A what?" She struggled against the ropes that bound her. "Your more crazy then I thought."

"Don't call me crazy." He screamed in her face. When he saw she was scared he backed away. "I'm sorry. We're soul mates Elizabeth and you'll know that soon enough."

"Elizabeth? I'm not Elizabeth."

"Not anymore. Those hunters took you from me but I have you back."

"I'm Brooke ."

"Soon you'll be her again. With me forever. I couldn't do it while you were unconscious I wanted you to know. To know the gift I was giving you." He lifted a knife from the table next to him.

"Wait." She shouted. "Please I, I hardly know you. Let's talk more before you do anything." She said desperately trying to buy time.

"I'm not getting an answer." Sam said when the phone rang off again.

"Shit."

"It could be okay, I mean she might be busy watching the game."

"you know she has that phone glued to her ear." Dean turned the wheel sharply and turned the car around.

"Where are we going?"

"Her house."

"What about the school? It might have her there."

"No she's at the house. I know she is." He couldn't explain it but he knew without a doubt she was there.