Author's Note: To make this work I'm obviously going to have to push forward the Supernatural timeline, considering Dean's 26 when the series starts and Elena would have been about 11 at that time. Yikes. So where I'm starting now, he's 19 and she's 16. For the big picture, I'm pretty much following canon for both series. However I'm going to throw a bit of my own AU twist in there, so be prepared.

And I have to give a shout out to ZombieLoverWithWings for all the help and advice she gave me writing this chapter. Luv ya! :)

I always forget to put a disclaimer, so I'll do that now: I don't own The Vampire Diaries or Supernatural. I wish I did, though . . . Oh, the things I'd do. ;)


-Part One-

Chapter One

"Don't be afraid of the dark? What, are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark! You know what's out there!"

-Dean Winchester


Her lungs felt like they were about to burst, her bare feet sore from sprinting on the pavement. She had never been much of a runner, but right now she wished that she was. Breathing heavily, Elena dashed into the house and slammed the front door with all her might. It took great effort and all of her focus to bolt the locks, her hands were shaking so violently. Afraid that wouldn't be enough to keep it from getting in, she pulled the nearby extensive lamp post and placed it beneath the doorknob. As she backed away, she stumbled over a medium-sized table against the wall. She dragged that in front of the door too, as an extra safety precaution.

She tried to steady her breathing, and think rationally about what she should do next. Her body had the opposite idea. What should have been slow, deliberate breaths came out shallow whimpers, all her thoughts revolving around the fact that she was going to die.

She couldn't handle the burden of her fear any longer, and she collapsed into a fetal position under the weight of it.

Matt. What had gotten into him? Her boyfriend had been normal all night, nothing out of the ordinary. They had caught a movie downtown and then headed to the Mystic Grill for dinner afterwards – a typical Friday night.

As usual, he went overboard on the Mystic Lemonade. He proclaimed it was his only weakness – besides Elena, of course. About halfway through dinner he excused himself to go to the bathroom. Totally normal.

The second he returned, though, that's when things got weird. His mood was darker; a little more mischievous, mysterious. She tried to stay away from the idea of malevolent, but that word couldn't help but ease itself in. She ignored it, though.

To be quite honest, she enjoyed this Matt a little. He was cracking jokes and telling the most insane stories, a stark contrast from his usually subdued persona. He was flirting with her in that single moment more than he ever had throughout the entire course of their relationship thus far. Complimenting her on everything – her sparkling eyes, her beautiful laugh, her perfect hair. She couldn't help but feel flattered, wondering what had possibly gotten into him when he left for the bathroom. She didn't know, but she was definitely loving this random change in her boyfriend.

At first.

Elena still couldn't exactly pinpoint when the warning signals in her head finally took over, causing her to realize that something was seriously wrong. It might've been when Matt's baby blue eyes turned coal black on the ride home. That was a dead giveaway.

Elena didn't know what might've happened if they hadn't been stopped at an intersection. Her instincts took over and she threw the car door open, jumping out and running for her life. She barely suppressed a bloodcurdling scream. She would save that for when she had no hope left, no escape.

She ran like hell for Matt's house. It didn't occur until later that it would have been a better idea to run to one of the many houses on the way to Matt's. Mystic Falls was a small town and she knew pretty much everybody. It was a much smarter strategy to go to a place where she wouldn't be alone, where there were witnesses. Even if these thoughts came to her, she probably would have pushed them away anyways. No one would believe her. They'd think she was crazy.

She bolted up the Donovans' driveway, and grabbed the spare key she knew for a fact was hidden under the welcome rug.

And that's how she found herself trapped in Matt's house. Alone. In the dark. Fearing for her life.

She didn't even check to see if he was still after her. She knew he was.

She had stared into those charcoal eyes, not a shred of humanity left. A cold voice occupied Matt's, and maliciously hissed the words that shattered her world.

"I've been looking for you, Elena," he said casually, suddenly.

She didn't comprehend what exactly he was saying at first. "Matt, I've been with you all night."

His grip on the steering wheel tightened, slightly irritated. "Do you want me to say it again for you in Spanish, sweetheart?" His cool voice was dripping sarcasm and had a morbid edge to it.

Elena gasped, appalled at Matt's sudden aggravated nature. She was unsure of how to handle it. "Are you okay, Matt?" she asked, cautiously.

"You foolish girl," he shook his head, giving a sardonic chuckle. He met her worried gaze as his eyes quickly shifted from Matt's clear blue to an ocean of black, like turning off a light switch. "I'm not your boyfriend, sweetie."

The taunting words he yelled as she made a run for it rang in her ears, a derisive echo in her ears.

"Run all you want, sweetheart, get your head start. I'll still find you. You can't hide from me."

Elena wiped away the tears that were free falling down her face as her Gilbert stubbornness kicked in. If she was going to go out, she wasn't going out without a fight – and definitely not in a fetal position weeping like a little girl.

She tried taking deep breaths again, and this time she succeeded victoriously with ease. She slowly stood up, using the table for support.

She hesitantly began to make her way towards the kitchen, feeling her way along the wall and taking her sweet time. She thought for how much time she spent over here she'd know Matt's place like the back of her hand. It was so foreign in the dark she might as well have been stumbling through the forest a few streets over.

When she reached an opening in the wall she knew she'd reached her destination. She turned into the kitchen and searched the wall space next to the door, knowing the light switch had to be somewhere nearby.

She went back to focusing on breathing deeply as she searched, trying her best not to lose her calm. Within seconds, she found it. Elena didn't think she'd ever been so glad to see the illuminating light of Matt's kitchen before in her life.

She rushed over to the drawers by the sink, opening and closing them almost manically, desperately trying to find where they kept the dinnerware.

Knives. She grabbed the biggest one they had, holding the glinting blade up, satisfied. She could defend herself now.

The back door slammed open behind her; someone had kicked it open. Elena whipped around, knife poised in a position to defend herself.

It wasn't Matt.

"Elena?"

She held the knife up, poised and ready to defend herself. She hoped her newest adversary didn't notice how violently her hand was shaking.

The stranger held up one of his hands, signaling that he wasn't a threat to her. The gun in his other hand made her think otherwise.

"I'm not here to hurt you," he said slowly. "I'm here to help, and quite possibly save your life." His green eyes bore into her brown.

Green, not black.

It relieved her, but not by much. She still didn't know this guy from a hole in the wall, and he already seemed to have some background on who she was.

"Who are you?" she asked confidently, trying her best to sound tough and threatening. She still had the knife raised, and her hand was shaking significantly less.

He smirked, cocky. As if this was the most natural thing in the world. "My name is Dean. Dean Winchester. And I'm here to kill that son of a bitch demon that's after you."


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