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"Had this been a movie I would've either turned it off or flicked the channel. Not a single sane person would even attempt to do what we were doing and yet, here we go."

Alexandria Bennett

Chapter 30: Running into the Fire

If my life were a movie this would probably be when the creepy music started playing. I would know, I was an avid horror movie fan. That being said, if my life were a movie, or had this been a movie I would have easily looked at the lead character and said to the t.v. screen bitch, get your shit together, you can't just go into a creepy room and expect nothing to happen.

Now as Katherine and I stood together nearly holding each other that same sentiment came to mind. The sane part of me the one that controlled most of my actions was telling me to get out of dodge, find grandfather and finally get rid of Dean for good. It didn't matter what I needed to do, I just needed him as far away from me as possible. However, the reckless fighter in me, wanted to fight back against the fear that was seeping into my veins. In the end, the fighter won.

When the door slams behind us, I'm not quite sure who jumps more, Katherine or me. All I know is my heart feels like its about to jump out my chest. I don't know if it's solely based on the fact that the door slammed shut all creepily or if it was because I was in his room. Dean, this was his place,- gosh it even smelt like him. This place– it was where he essentially lived– this was his and all I wanted to do was set fire to everything in sight. I wanted to burn his things and everything about him, much like the way he had died- up in flames.

More than anything I wanted to pretend that I had snapped back from the obvious trauma Dean inflicted on me, but that would be a lie. Being here was already messing with my mind. I wanted his smell gone, I wanted the memory of his touch, of his smile, the way he looked at me burned from my memory.

The fighter I so use to being when it came to everyone else in my life, was currently shaking in her boots.

"Bonnie." Katherine calls standing in front of me. She's got this weird look on her face that is between worried and confused and to be honest I can't tell which of the two emotions is more prevalent. If I laughed it would probably look like I lost my mind and really after this excursion, that might not be too far fetched.

I was hanging on by a thread.

"Yeah?" I ask sucking in a much needed breath. I can feel my teeth clenching with every second as my eyes search around the room. I would not let him win. If what we presumed was true, Dean fed off on fear and in that case I was determine to give him nothing but scraps. I close my eyes trying to calm myself.

"Are you okay?" Katherine asks this time causing me to open my eyes and look at her.

Her question is simple yet the words are hard to get out. I was not fine, not by a long shot. But, in true Bonnie form, I'd pull it together someway...somehow.

After a while I speak. "I'm fine." I say quietly.

"Are you sure because you're starting to draw blood." She says motioning to her arm which has cuts from my nails.

I look down at the damage nearly horrified. My nails had just about dug through the skin nearly showing bone. The only logical explanation I could think of, was that I had vampire blood running through me which was giving me super Bonnie strength. If only I had some of that earlier, than maybe everything with Dean would've went down differently.

"Katherine." I call out looking at her wound before thinking better of it. Immediately I take a step back. I hadn't even realized I was holding onto her, that's how fast everything happen. "I'm," I pause and take a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

Katherine shrugs nonchalantly while making her way towards me."It's cool, I heal easily." She says flashing her arm that is now healing without a scar in sight. "Now lets find out all we can on this fucker so we can make sure he never gets the chance to hurt you again."

I nod her way silently thanking her before we start snooping around.

SS-MW-SM

Stefan

When he arrives to the library Morgan appears to be locking everything up. She seems almost oblivious to him as he takes his time letting his eyes pursue her. He's still as drawn to her as he was hours before and that should give him pause but instead he finds himself wanting to get closer. Which is not a good idea, he's already in a situation and Katherine was the jealous type.

And yet.

When Bonnie had explained everything that had happen with Dean and later Damon, the only person he thought to talk to was Morgan. After all she was a witch and maybe, just maybe she had dealt with something like this before. Or at least that was what he kept telling himself.

Previously had befriended witches in the past, no friendship had lasted as long as his friendship with Bonnie. However, from the get go he felt almost kindred with Morgan- it was almost like the two of them were one in the same. And right now he needed the guidance of someone who wasn't so connected to what was going on because perhaps she could see things far clearer then anyone in the inner circle of Bonnie.

Hands buried deep in his pockets he waits for her turn around and when she does he relishes in the way her heart skips a beat.

"Oh my!" Morgan jumps her hand clutching her heart. "What, scare a girl why don't you!" She says all the while slapping his arm.

He cracks a grin. Was it wrong that the way her blood rushes through her body has him feeling tingly? Even worse was the fact that she smelt so good close up his gums were itching.

"Explain why you were trying to send me to an early grave?" The witch asks tapping her foot all the while looking at him pointedly.

Hands in his pockets he shrugs. "I was just waiting for you to notice little ole me." He says biting back another grin. "I thought you would've felt something was up, ya know witch sense and all."

The pint size beauty on squints his way causing a belly laugh to escape his mouth.

Her reaction only makes him laugh harder and he realizes he hasn't done that nearly enough.

She sent a glare his way all the while turning off her earpods. "Yeah whatever you say." She says eyeing him pointedly. He looks a lot more worn out then he had earlier. Whatever happen must've been big. "I thought you had some sort of bff emergency." she pointed out while fetching her keys from her bag.

He looks down now. He does have an emergency and typically he would've been right next to Bonnie but, Weston seemed to appoint Katherine to assist in whatever they were doing. It could've been worst though, he could've watched as the Du Pres patriarch enlisted Damon.

Uh Damon.

A frown instantly came to his mouth at that thought of his brother. He didn't like the fact that Damon was so imbedded in everything that concerned Bonnie. It bothered him to know that not only was his brother able to weasel his way back into his best friends heart, but he was also her magic anchor.

"I did," He says finally. "I do." He says running his hand through his hair. "I just," He wiped his hand around his jaw. "I needed some air."

The air around changes to something icier making her clutch her jacket closer.

Light brown eyes study him. Her arms are crossed in front of her chest as she continues to look at him expectantly, like she's expecting more from him. "And you decided to come here?"

He waits a while as his words are stuck in his mouth. He could've called Caroline to vent. He could've done anything else but, he was here. "Yeah."

She nods and just like that he knows everything is okay.

"Come on, I live down the street and when we're inside you can tell me what's got you so spooked." She says easy as ever.

He wants to tell her that he isn't spooked and judging by the way she fixes him with a look, she's knows it too. They were runners, so she would see through him. He follows her silently and when they make it to her building he waits patiently as she opens the door.

"Morgan, " He calls not really knowing what it is he's going to say.

"Stefan, no use in backing out now." She says as they climb the stairs together.

Once at her apartment door she fiddles with the keys before finally getting the door open.

"Home sweet home." She says turning for the first time to face the vampire. He was standing at the threshold of her door, his hands braced on either side as he eyed her curiously.

"You gonna invite me in?" He asks thick eyebrows furrowed.

She takes the time to let her eyes slide over him once again. Previously she had deemed him attractive, like super attractive. However now, with his grey/green eyes shining with something she could not pin point, she found the vampire even better looking than before.

"Come in." She says with an easy shrug. The vampire had looked more lonely now than he had before and she had known a thing or two about being alone and lonely.

For his part he takes tentative steps crossing over the threshold to enter her adobe. It only mildly surprises him that she's so giving, but he figures that since she's been running for so long, its nice to have someone to talk to. He too, feels the same. He's played this part that everyone had assigned him for so long, sometimes he just wants to break free of his own creation.

"So you invited me in, just like that?" He asks while making his way over to the couch. "What if I was looking for some booty." He says holding back a grin.

She grins all the while tending to her plants. "You still could be, however I made it perfectly clear I don't plan on letting you taste me any time soon."

He can't help but chuckle. "Are you saying I still have a chance in the future?"

Shrug. "You never know."

"What if I was a crazed man, you let just anyone come into your personal space?" He asks looking around the living room. It appeared that Morgan was a music lover. Tall shelves stood lined her wall, where records were firmly placed. Seconds later he spotted a record player, over what he assumed to be a makeshift bar.

"I'm pretty sure I can take you." She admits before disappearing to the kitchen, only to come back seconds later beer in each hand.

When she hands him his beer he takes it gratefully. "Thanks for all of this."

"Sure." she says easily. "Now do me a solid and close your eyes, this bra has got to go like now."

He nearly snorts his drink up his nose but does as she asks. Well, at least he had the intention of doing so, but a glimpse of honey colored skin caught his eye and he could barely remember to close his eyes.

"We're good." she says turning back to face him. "Now, you wanna tell me why you were lurking outside of the library?" she says coming to sit in a oversized chair.

He places his beer down and scrubs his face. "Maybe I was just taking a walk."

She tilts her head. "Perhaps but then you wouldn't have that look on your face."

He takes a drink and then looks over at her again. "Maybe I needed someone to talk to." He admits finally.

She looks at him now as if seeing the truth for the first time. "How's your friend?"

He shrugs. "I wouldn't know, she's indisposed." He says almost bitterly. He had like the fact that Katherine and Bonnie were getting along. In fact it made his life easier. But, he still couldn't help feeling like an outsider especially since Katherine and Bonnie were doing whatever they were doing with Weston. As for Damon, his brother seemed to have permanent hold on Bonnie and that bothered him.

She raised both her brows. "Rough." sigh. "So you came to the only other person you know in town hoping for what?"

He leans forward his eyes taking her in. He still found her just as attractive as he had earlier. The fact that she was actually sitting here giving him the time of day while he was being sketchy with any type of detail told him everything he already knew upon meeting her. Morgan was one of the good ones.

"Help." He admits all pretenses dissolving when he looked into her eyes.

At his words she immediately gets up and starts making drinks. The last person she expected to see again was Stefan Salvatore. She had assumed that the run in they had earlier was one of those once in a lifetime kind of things, yet here he was in her home no less. And what had pulled at her heartstrings was the guy she had known for all of four and a half seconds was looking so sad. In times like this she wished she could turn her empathetic airways down just a notch.

Returning to the brooding vampire she fixes him a glass of cognac. Personally she was a vodka kind of girl, but the occasion appeared to call for something else all together.

"How bad is it?" she asks concern laced in her voice. This kind of stuff always made her nervous, and she had no emotional ties, to Stefan, his friend of Du Pres family. It was just Stefan looked so dang sad, she had even forgone eating the bag of jalapeno chips that was waiting on the coffee table to lend her ear.

He considers her for a moment. They had met only a few hours earlier and yet he had felt an instant connection with her. "Very bad." He says already exhausted by not only the events but with what was sure to come. He really wasn't sure what was worst, ghost popping up with destruction following behind them or B&D the remix.

"Stefan?"

He looked up to see her peering at him with a peculiar look on her face. Here he was basically a stranger to this beautiful woman and she had invited him into her space. She even shared her secret with him and he was falling apart over everything that was to come. He could only imagine the way Bonnie felt about all of this. She was the one that all this crap had happen to and he was determine to help save her.

"It's Bonnie." He says suddenly. He lets out a loud sigh. "She bonded to a vampire." He grits out.

Morgan raises her eyebrows. "Well temporary bonds occur all the time, this could be a fleeting problem." She admits.

He chuckles darkly. "No. That's too easy." He says smiling though it's not the happy kind of smile. "She got herself bonded to a vampire which normally wouldn't cause much concern-however this vampire has also become her familiar." He says grimly letting his words hang in the air.

"Wow." she says crossing her legs. "Witches typically bond with their hearts," She bites her lip.

"As for vampires," she says gesturing toward him. "Bond with blood." Pause. "But for the bond to be with the bond to formed with the familiar– that's intense." She says opening the jalapeno chips. She takes out a few chips and then hands the bag to Stefan who observes it for a long minutes before reaching in a grabbing his own chip.

He takes a bit and soon the chip is gone leaving his throat nearly on fire. "Goodness why do you eat those, I thought my vocal cords were going to melt off."

She grins. "I eat it because I like it." she says popping another chip in her mouth. "And, you eating that chip got your mind of your problems if only for a second." She smiles.

He realizes then that he's not as angry as before, he's still mad but the chip and the heat of it had distracted him. He lets his eyes fall on Morgan his eyes slide from her face, lingering on her chest and then settles on back on her face. He can hear her heartbeat smell her aroma- and its causing his gums to itch. Still though, he has to keep a level head.

"Why does it bother you so much that Bonnie is bonded to a vampire- you're a vampire?"

"Because the man she's bonded to...the vampire she's bonded to happens to be my reckless, selfish, brother."

She coughs at that knowledge. "Damn."

"Yeah." He admits darkly. "He doesn't deserve to have all that access to her when all he'll ever give her is fifty percent at best." He gets up and walks over to the balcony and lets the cool air touch his skin.

Seconds later Morgan joins him and stands close by looking out at the night sky as well.

"He'll break her like before." He says still looking out at the sky. "But it'll be worst this time because he has her everything...and I can't save her all over again." He says quietly.

When her hand lands ontop of his he looks her way. "My brother has her heart, and her magic how do I protect my best friend from one of things that I know will break her?"

She swallows hard. It had been so long since she had been around people that had cared about her, hearing the way Stefan had cared for his friend, it made her heart flutter. One day- she hoped to have someone care about her that much, and vice versa. "You wait and be a good friend when she needs you."

He shook his head. "I can't just wait for all of this to unfold. He's hurt her so many times, if he does it again- I don't know if she can take it." He says desperately. "Morgan, have you ever heard of a witch ever breaking a connection after forming it with another."

"Yes." She sees a glimpse of a smile form on his lips. "However breaking the bond, the connection that is so deeply entwined with magic will only cause more problems."

He swallows hard.

She continues her words ominous. "It'll drive them both insane until they are nothing left but a shell of a person." She says turning around to walk back into the apartment. "As for her magic, if her connection with her familiar is lost or disconnected– her magic will dwindle down till its humming beneath the surface." Pause. "It obvious you care for your friend- and you want to protect her, but breaking that bond could cost you both your brother and your bestfriend."

She says leaving him to ponder her words.

BB-KP-BK

Bonnie

Someone had once told me you could learn a lot about a person based on how they kept their room. Bedrooms were typically a special place and every detail often gave insight to the person the room belonged to. Now that I was in Deans room, his personal space I could easily say they were right.

At first glance I would best describe this room as a chaotic mess. Every single spot in room was littered with details. It was apparent that Dean was a book enthusiast because he had books piles of books sitting on a desk and on the floor. A wipe off board was located in the corner with words written in different languages and a whole lot more than I expected.

At first the one looks like it's in a state of chaos. I wasn't the most neat person but Dean had taken the cake. It wasn't until I spotted a picture on the wall, that I noticed his room was organized to look chaotic.

His room looked like a typical guys room. Earth tones were all over the place. He even had a the Wells family crest hanging above his bed. I mean at first glance this could've been Stefans room. And that was what bothered me. He could've been some normal dude and instead he was...he was probably scarier than any of the other supernatural entities I had ever encountered.

He was a warlock just as I was a witch, and yet he was more monster than one would assume a werewolf to be. And that was what I couldn't get over. You expect monsters to be monsters but the people who smile in your face in plain sight, who are just as hateful, cold hearted, and cruel– they are the worst.

Without thinking I walk over to the window and open it. The fresh air calms my nerves as it hits my face. Thinking about him, it infuriates me and what is worst is the sudden hatred that washes over me. I don't want to be like him, but I cant help but despise him.

"This is not what I expected." Katherine calls whilst pulling up a chair and later flicking through pages of a book.

"I know right." I say making sure to take my deep breathes. I was going to push through all the trepidation I felt even if it killed me.

"You good, not going to puke on my shoes or anything because if so, I'm gonna go barefoot because these shoes aren't cheap." Katherine calls.

I send her a quick glare to which the vamp vixen chuckles at before looking around the mess that was this room.

My fingers tingle as I my eyes scan the room finally landing on a picture that seems to be the center of a collage of some sort. Its almost as if my feet are moving on it's own. Soon though, I find myself standing in front of a wall that is covered in pictures. What had bothered me most was what I seen in the middle of the many pictures that were on this very wall. It was a photo of me and what I assumed was Dean. We were young, with matching popcicles in our hands and even bigger smiles.

Another photo caught my eye of me and Dean, this time we were much older. I recognized it as my 13th Birthday. This I remembered was back home in Mystic Falls. Everyone was watching with anticipation for me to blow out the candles, Caroline, Matt, Tyler Elena and Dean. The former, wasn't looking at the cake, no he was looking at me. The last photo– the more recent photo had been taken at my grandfathers retirement party. This was during the time Tyler and I were still dating... and that seemed like eons ago, especially since Damon and I had fallen into each other a year or two later and never looked back.

"Check this out." Katherine calls bringing my attention to a book Dean had written in.

"Is this his diary because..."

Ignoring me Katherine hold up a picture that has the four families of magic written in black ink across the bottom of the picture. The names, Bennett, Du Pres, Wells, and Winchester were in all caps.

"Do you recognize anyone from this photo?"

I take the picture from her and stare at it for the longest time. "My parents use to have friends come over all the time." I say turning to Katherine. "I wasn't really interested- at the time I was preoccupied with Tyler.

Katherine snorts all the while still snooping like a professional. "And everyone says I like to dip in the same gene pool. You dated two Lockwood men. In fact you're still kind of with one while you've got a supernatural kind of sort of husband, familiar on the side."

I frown because it sounded so very wrong and so not me. "At least they weren't brothers whose life you ruined in the process." I say fingering through the journal. I'm uninterested in reading Deans inner most thoughts- what I would like was something that wouldn't give me nightmares.

"They survived." Katherine shrugs. "You'll learn that soon enough."

I mutter barley, ready to look elsewhere when my foot/ shoe gets stuck on something. The moment I yank it free the sound of something opening causes Katherine and I to meet eyes.

"Is that what I think it is." I say as the wall that had housed so many pictures opens up.

Katherine who is at my side helping me to stand nods. "Of course it is, what is a super villain with a lair?"

I shake my head. "We're gonna have to go in there aren't we?" I ask as my stomach begins to twist into knots.

Katherine only nods. "I got your back."

Seconds later the two of us are walking through the opened wall, in my hand is a fireball we're using as our torch because its nearly pitch black in the secret passage way.

DS-DS

Damon

With every inch he made in the direction of the museum he felt an overwhelming feeling of anxiety. Bonnie, with her kind heart and forgiving ways may have forgiven her grandfather for his neglect, however he was not the type to forgive so easily. If only Weston had been where he was suppose to be then Dean wouldnt have been able to attack Bonnie. This whole nightmare that they were living was set into motion because Weston couldn't keep his promise to meet his granddaughter and in return sent his apprentice.

He closes his eyes briefly as he feels the stirring of anger began to creep onto his facial features showing his vampire visage. What he wanted to do more than ever was protect his woman. He wanted to protect her from herself, when she thought pretending to be okay was the right thing to do when in fact it was the opposite. He wanted to protect her from her neglectful family, whom he didn't trust not one bit. Even Alexandria was on his list. Everyone who dared to come after her would have to deal with him from now on. He meant his oath...his vows if you will. He'd protect her till the end of time.

When he makes it the museum the door is wide open as if someone, presumably– Michael is waiting for him. Vaguely he can hear laughter in the back, one resembling a female while the male laughter is much more rich.

Briskly he walks toward the office area ready to interrupt whatever is going on. The manners he had shown earlier were now long gone because at the forefront of his mind was trying to find a way to protect Bonnie. She was the only thing that mattered.

Swaggering in he speaks. "Sorry to interrupt, but this is–" his words die on his tongue as he sees both Gloria and Michael are smoking a cigar.

"You made it to your beloved." Michael says looking him up and down.

He nods his head though he isnt smiling. "Yeah I made it to her." He admits.

His eyes flit between the brother and sister before lingering on the sister. He was more than surprised to see Gloria.

"Glow- what are you doing here?" he asks looking between the two siblings.

Gloria stands and takes his hands in hers. "I see congratulations are in order." She beams squeezing his hand. "You've finally realize your potential to love, and how much you love her."

He feels his face growing hot at her words. He had never been the bashful type he was loud, proud and some would even so obnoxious about his feelings, the way he bedded women and how good of a lover he was. However, with Bonnie– he had realized it was different. This was not the kind of love he was use to, he's easily walk through the fire to get to her to be with her.

"I um," he shifted from one foot to the other. "I love her," pause. "You know this...I've told you this before." he admits as Gloria rubs his hands.

Gloria looks the vampire up and down. "You may have said it before but even then you still holding onto something else." she says walking around him. "Now though– you're different, you've finally embraced it...your living it, the love you have for Bonnie."

He lets her words sink in. When he had brought Bonnie to see Gloria all that time ago, it was to get her to realize that they were still good together. It was also the only time he could get alone with her seeming that Bonnie had cut him off cold turkey. Back then, G had taken one look at them and knew all. Turns out she had been right, they needed time and a lot of healing and now he was not only her familiar but they had bonded again. Talk about 360 turn. "I guess you're right."

Gloria smiles his way. "You her familiar and if I'm not mistaken you're glowing a bit so I'm assuming you've bonded once again."

He feels his face run hot which never happens. He was use to be the cool confidant vampire who melted any woman with one look. Now though- he feels like a one man woman who was over them moon that his girl had come back to him and loved him as much as he loved her. However, he knew that with their track record, some shit was bound to happen, ontop of the other shit they were dealing with.

"Yeah." He says finally. In all honestly he was still mystified by the fact that the Bennett family still considered him fit enough to not only be the familiar to the strongest witch in their bloodline but then let the two of them bond again. If anything he thought the people behind the scenes would want him far away from Bonnie. But something, had always managed to bring the two of them back together, the funny feeling he got whenever he spoke about her, made him believe it was love.

He loved her, and by now he was convinced everyone even those behind the scenes could tell of how mighty that love was. "I'm still in a bit of a shock though," Pause. "I'm her familiar and she's my everything."

Michael who had been sipping out of glass of Brandy while listening quietly to the two of them talk, speaks up. "Perhaps being the Bennett protector gave you an edge and being the person she loves, gave you a purpose as her familiar." Michael says causing blue eyes to go wide.

"You think, you think this is all like fate and stuff?" He questions.

Michael shrugs. "You never know."

After those words he finds himself sitting down in a chair. Gloria had tossed him a beer which was not his preference but he took it non the less. "I'm still not quiet sure how to wrap my head are this familiar thing." he says suddenly. "Weston was a bit thin on the details."

Gloria takes the lead. "You're her magical strength, when she needs a bit more magic she'll be able to pull from you since you're now basically supernaturally married." she says a smile gracing her face.

He wipes the sweat that is dotting around his forehead. When did it get so hot in here. "Wow, that's a lot to handle," he pauses. "Especially since I've already failed her." he says causing two sets of eyes to look his way. "I love her, she means that world to me...and he got to her."

Michael clears his throat. "You saved your beloved Damon." The warlock says his voice rumbling. "It may have not been as fast as you wanted, but it was at the time that was needed most."

Gloria stands up and walks over to the bloodline of witches and warlocks, her hand tracing along the Wells name. It had so much promise, but was filled with so much darkness. "Dean Wells, was a bright warlock with dark intentions." She says turning around. "When you play the game of power, someone always loses."

BB-KP-BK

Bonnie

Finally after walking for far too long thus causing Katherine to vamp speed us to the light.

"This is crazy." I say once I'm on my feet again. It appeared that Dean had made some sort portal that had transported from his room at my grandfather house to the remains of the Du Pres family home.

Katherine who never looked impressed or shocked but anything has her mouth hanging open. "Its creepy... that's what it is." she says sniffing. "How long ago was this fire?" she asks as we walk further into the room.

I shrug. "I don't know why?"

Katherine swallows hard. "I can still clearly smell the char of the fire, burnt flesh and hair."

Once again I shrug. "I cant imagine anyone else knowing about this place–" pause. "Which meant, Dean was up to something."

Katherine rubs her arms. "The good thing is, you weren't with too long, to do whatever he was doing here."

I nod and as Katherine gives me a reassuring look before we start snooping again.

Already an hour in and I felt like we weren't getting any closer than when we were finding nothing but crumbs, crumbs that were left by a power crazed warlock.

Suddenly out of nowhere my magic flares out of my fingers across the room, shining light onto a wall that held an interesting looking painting. Once close up I realize that the painting, isn't just any old painting in fact it's a family tree of some sort. Only this family tree seems to be more intricate. I reach out to touch the painting when suddenly a vision comes through.

Flashback

"Do you know why I picked you Bonnie?" Dean calls in the midst of the darkness that has engulfed us.

"Why?" I ask as the winds around us pick up. I can feel him close to my ear but he never says anything. I can feel his phantom touches on my skin, but at this point I'm not sure if its really him or my imagination.

"Didn't you know, we were suppose to always be together." he says sending chills down my spine. "Our parents...they knew, that made it so one day we would find each other and become the most powerful witch family dynasty in history.

End of flashback

Once the vision is gone, I'm left with shaking hands and a parched mouth.

"Hey Kat, have you seen anything like this before?" I ask causing Katherine to pop up. She had been uncharacteristic quiet the whole time we were searching through the remains of the Wells home. Which was strange, in its own right, what I didnt want to do was alarm her that I had a vision of the time Dean and I were alone.

Katherine takes one look at the painting and then looks to me. "It's a hiarachy of witches and the blood line each witch or warlock hails from."

I furrow my eyebrows. "What would Dean need with this?"

"I'm guessing it has something to do with the vials of blood." Katherine says her voice sounding as chilled as I was beginning to feel.

I turned around so quick I nearly ran into Katherine. "He's got vials filled with blood?" I echo as my body starts to feel colder with each second. Something isnt right here, it was too easy for us to get to this place, way to easy to find it. This feels like a set up.

Its almost like Dean wanted us to find all of this stuff, like was he was playing a game. First he had all the weird stuff back at grandfathers home, then when we come here he's got a hiarchy of witches painted on his wall. The vial of blood should come as no surprise, yet who keeps blood in a mini fridge when you arent a vampire?

"He's not a vampire." Katherine says breaking through my thoughts. "That much is obvious," Pause. The vampire vixen holds the vials in her hands. "But he's got enough to make you wonder what he was really up to."

I take each vial examining it. The first has a name on it which reads Bennett. It's empty which is understandable. The Bennett side of my family had moved away from Virginia a long time ago. Currently most of the Bennett family now resided in California. The next bottle contained blood and had been marked Du Pres. I let out a gasp once my hand wrapped around the bottle. It contained my families blood, the only two living Du Pres aside from myself, had been my father and grandfather. Dean had gotten to them, just like had gotten to me. He'd pay for that too.

Closing my eyes I try to get a read on how Dean was able to get blood from Du Pres. I've only had my eyes closed for a few seconds when images flood my mind rapidly too fast for me to even decipher anything.

Katherine touches my shoulder to steady me, when I open my eyes. "The last two, contain blood from Deans family line." Katherine says holding up the next to vials. "The last, is empty and has the name Winchester written on it."

My mind races as I try to figure out what Dean is really up. The only thing I could think of with all the blood, was a linking spell. If he was as power hungry as I thought he was, then linking himself to others would give him a power boost. "What if Dean was trying to link himself to the four families by blood?"

Katherine nods her head. "It makes sense he had Du Pres blood so he could link that to him, therefore linking himself to you- or at least partially to you."

I step away from her and shake my head. "He pulled my hair so hard my scalp burned." I admit fighting back the onslaught of images. "He also injected me with something, whose to say he didn't get my blood?"

My face must've paled because soon Katherine is dragging me to sit down.

"Theirs more Bonnie," Katherine says carefully. "Back at your grandfathers house, I found article clippings of missing supernatural going missing, and being found drained of all supernatural essence."

I swallow hard. "He couldn't have been strong enough to do all that." I say remembering the way I felt upon meeting Dean. "He didnt get charged until we were alone." pause. "He said something about being stuck in this town waiting for the moment we'd meet again as adults."

"Then we've got more than one crazy running around." Katherine says suddenly.

I rub a hand through my hair. Just what we need two crazed people running around. Dean was a ghost and already strong, and whomever was stealing power from supernatural would one day come for me...because thats what happen when you were born into the two most powerful magic filled families.

"This is not good." I say finally looking over at Katherine.

"No. Its not."

"Their has to be more to Dean then him being obsessed with me and the power he thinks we can create."

Katherine furrows her brows and raises her hand to my cheek. "Why, you're powerful and pretty- some find that attractive."

I shake my head and stand up. "Its too easy- everything with Dean its like he's been leading us to everything." I say beginning to pace. "Even when I think back to the way Damon killed him– it was like blink and he's gone."

Katherine crosses her arms in front of her. "You underestimate the way Damon loves you."

I lick my lips. "No Katherine, I don't doubt Damon or his love for me." pause. "I don't even doubt his strength, but Dean he barely fought him off. If Dean thought we were suppose to be together why not fight harder?" I bite my lip. "Its almost like he knew he was going to die."

"More like, he knew he'd be resurrected."

DS-DS-DS

Damon

All this talk about Dean is only making his stomach churn. He knows with all of him that Bonnie is doing what Bonnie does best and that is trying to protect other people. What he wants to do is protect her, from her enemies, from herself from anything and anyone out to harm her.

"That family, has so much promise but a dark cloud followed them. I mean first the fire, that killed everyone leaving Dean the only living Wells amongst us."

"Not to mention the boy was nearly out of his mind before the fire." Pause. "And that obsession he clung to."

"He was the last of his family."

He tunes into the conversation between the two siblings and mutters his next words. "Not anymore."

"Damon did you say something?"

The mere mention of obsession nearly has him seeing red. He should've seen the signs, should've done more to protect Bonnie. He had Deans number from the moment they met– he just didn't think the warlock would make a move so soon. And because of that...Dean got to Bonnie.

He feels his stomach twisting in knots at the thought of what really happen with Bonnie and Dean. Regrets of leaving her alone pop into his head nearly blinding him with a headache. "He tortured her, scared the crap out of her and now he's haunting her." He says suddenly his voice loud.

Gloria and Michael share a look. "Haunting her, that means he's–"

"Yep." He says letting the p pop.

Once again the siblings share a look yet again.

"That means the balance is shifting, it could even cease to exist."

He hadn't even told anyone about the other ghost but figured this was a one mess at a time kind of thing.

"How do I shift it back?" He asked a stormy look brewing in crystal eyes.

Gloria once again looks to Michael who nods his head for her to continue.

"You don't worry about the balance just yet- take care of Bonnie."

"I will do anything to protect her." He says determine. "If the balance ceasing to exist I will make sure a new one is created." He says suddenly standing. "I don't care what I have to do- if shifting the balance back is what allowed Dean to come through, then I will make sure it's shifted back in the right direction."

Michael looks on pleased with what he hears. This vampire was a vampire determined and by the looks of it he was ready and willing to do whatever it took to protect his beloved. "Good." Michael says.

The warlock comes to stand next to the vampire. "Protect Bonnie at all cost, I feel something like a storm is brewing." the warlock says suddenly. "It won't be easy. You'll have to go through the fire, fight through both your horrors and shed your past life."

He rubs his hands together and then cracks his neck. "Well then lets get to it."