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I need to give a little bit of a warning for this chapter, it gets a lil dark towards the end. There is a small scene of sexual violence. Consider yourselves warned. Hope you enjoy it! :)

Chapter Three

Truth

"Bella!" My name came from next to me, I turned and saw two pairs of eyes looking at me with concern.

"Yeah?" I answered, only able to muster up a whisper.

"Come on." Said Dean guiding me gently out of my fathers secret room.

He took me back down to the kitchen and gently pushed me back into the chair that I'd been sat in earlier. After giving me a hard look for a moment he left the room, left me to my own thoughts. I heard him and Sam speaking in low tones in the hallway. Minutes later the front door banged letting me know that it had closed and Sam came into the kitchen, sitting himself down in the chair opposite mine.

"You ok?" He asked me softly, his eyes wide with concern and sincerity.

"Not really. Everything I've ever thought that I've known about my dad, it's all been a lie." I answered completely honestly, my mind a whirl with all the new information that I'd taken in.

"Bella?"

"Yeah?"

He took a deep breath and I could tell that he didn't really want to say what he was about to. "Do you know those... People? The Cullens and the Quilites?" Ah, this may be slightly awkward, what did I tell this guy? I didn't really feel comfortable telling him everything. I'm sure that these guys were great people but I'd still just met them. I decided on a small portion of the truth.

"Yeah, I know them." The truth, but short and to the point, not giving too much away there. He couldn't read too much into that surely?

"Did you know... Err..." Sam ran his fingers through his long brown hair, reminding me for a very brief moment of Edward.

"That the Cullens are vampires and that the Quilities are werewolves?" I couldn't help the smirk that crossed my face at the look of disbelief that Sam gave me as I said that so matter of factly.

"Yeah, that." He said weakly.

"Yes, I know." I came back, completely un-nessecarily, a small grim smile still in place.

"Guess that's why you took everything today so well then." I nodded, yeah, that was defiantly a huge factor.

"Bella, you need to know hunters, like Dean, your dad and me, we kill the supernatural."

I interrupted his little speech. "Your brother already beat you to the talk Sam, sorry." I smiled at him, letting him know that I was only kidding.

He gave me a weak imitation of a smile back. "Yeah, I know. What I'm trying to say is that we kill vampires and shape shifters."

I got what he meant, and my body immideatly froze in place, panic shot through me. "No! No you can't kill the Cullens! Yeah they're supernatural, but they don't kill people, they're not evil!." I was almost shouting in my worked up state. "They eat animals, so you can't hurt them! I won't let you!"

"Ok Bella, calm down." Sam told me raising his hands like he was facing an armed man, his voice again in that gentle and calming tone.

"Where's Dean? Where's he gone?!" I couldn't stop the panic, had Dean set out to hunt down my friends and murder them already? I stood up, wanting to go and stop him, knowing that I couldn't do anything really, I was still me, weak helpless Bella, but I had to try!

"Bella! Calm down! He's just gone to get us some food and drink, apparently you're running low." Sam said his voice slightly harder now as he nodded pointedly towards my almost empty fridge.

"You can't kill them." I said sitting back down, slightly more sane now.

"Look, we'll talk about this. If they're really not hurting people then we won't kill them." Sam looked thoughtful for a second. "One of them isn't called Lenore by any chance?" He asked me making me frown in confusion. Lenore? What was he on about?

"No." I said back bluntly, still extremely confused. "Who's Lenore?"

"She and her coven, we met them once, they were only feeding off of animals too." Sam told me before finishing his beer.

"Did you kill them?" I asked the only thing that mattered right then to me. The safety of my friends.

"No, we only kill the things that are hurting humans. That are making the world the crap place it is." Sam said looking a bit down. He took a deep breath and seemed to compose himself slightly. "So you know all about what we do. What do you do Bella? When your not hanging out with werewolves, vampires and demons of course." Sam grinned, letting me know that he was teasing me.

"I've just graduated, guess I've gotta work out the whole life plan thing." I said with a shrug. That was a pressing question now though, what was I going to do? I'd blown the college thing, what with not enough money and all that jazz. But no career really appealed to me. I wanted to help people, but obviously being a doctor was out of the question - all that blood, ugh! And joining up with the police in sleepy little Forks didn't appeal much either. But I wanted to do something worth while, make a difference in the world.

"What did you major in?" Sam asked me making me frown, what? Then it hit me, he thought I was in college. Must have looked older than I realised.

"Actually, I just graduated high school. About three hours ago now." I told Sam matter of factly. Sam's eyebrows shot up and I couldn't help but chuckle, this whole surprising people thing was fun, and it made people look almost comical.

"Hey, do me a favour." Sam asked after he'd composed himself.

"Go on." I said wearily. Not committing to anything till I knew what it was.

"Don't tell Dean that you just finished High School." Sam said with a smirk that mirrored his brothers, a twinkle in his eye.

"Ok... Why?" I asked, I'd keep the promise, it seemed fairly innocent enough, but I wasn't entirely sure why I was doing it. And I liked to know why I was lying to people before I did it.

"Erm.." Sam flushed a little then said quickly; "cause he'll feel bad for giving you those beers." He was lying to me, but I wasn't entirely sure why, didn't matter though. I'd play along.

I heard the front door open and I tensed, hoping beyond hope that it was either my dad or Dean. I didn't want any other visitors.

The kitchen door swung open and Dean came sauntering in with a couple of grocery bags. I instantly relaxed. I was safe, for now anyway.

Deans eyes instantly darted to his brother then to me. "How ya doing now Bella?" He asked me as he put the grocery's in the middle of the table. His eyes not leaving me, as though looking for a tell, however I had a brilliant poker face now.

"I'm good now, just taking in that my dad's lied to me my entire life. Ya know?" I said lightly, a hint of a shadow passed over both of the brothers faces at that. Something had once happened there, something that had scarred. But I didn't ask, it wasn't my place, besides somehow I didn't think they'd share with a girl that they'd just met somehow.

"Ok, well this will help." Dean said bringing out a bottle of Scotch from one of the bags.

Beer was fine, it was nice, it helped a little with all this madness. However I didn't think that whiskey was a good idea. I'd never been drunk before, and getting wasted in front of two strangers, two male strangers at that was probably a really, really bad idea.

I'd never known what was good for me though. I got up with a wince before going to the cupboard and getting three glasses.

"Maybe that isn't such a good idea." Sam said shooting me a glance.

"Whiskey, it's good for shock dude. And it helps me work." Dean said with a smirk while pulling out my dad's journal from a pocket in his jacket. He set the journal down and started flicking through it.

I poured three very generous glasses of the hard liquor before joining the brothers at my table. "So what's the plan then? Where do you start looking?" I asked, eager to know what the guys were going to do.

I took my first sip of whiskey from the glass. It tasted okay, kind of spicy, but okay, well that was until I swallowed it, then it burnt a fire as it passed down to my stomach. I coughed slightly as it burnt but relished the feeling. It meant that I was alive, that someone was here with me, helping me and taking care of me for once. Talking to me, not down to me. Not trying to shelter me from everything.

Dean looked at me with a smirk on his face, where as Sam just raised his eyebrows and shook his head at me softly. Hey! He was the one who told me not to let on that I was only nineteen, so he couldn't be complaining that I was drinking like I was older. Besides I thought that perhaps the drink would help.

"Well Bella, first we go through Charlie's journal, see if we can figure out where he was heading or what he's hunting." Dean told me before going back to the journal, his beautiful brow furrowed as he tried to decifer my dad's chicken scratch. I needed to sort myself out. Beautiful? What was I on about? Maybe the drink was taking hold already?

"What if you don't find anything in there?" I asked with genuine interest. I wanted to know how you went about finding someone who had apparently dropped off the map altogether? I took another sip of my whiskey, feeling lighter and warmer already.

"Already on it." Sam said after sharing a look with Dean, he stood up with his drink in hand before leaving the room. Seconds later I heard heavy footsteps on the stairs.

"Where's Sam going?" I asked Dean slightly confused.

"Sam's going to plan B." Dean said simply, not looking up from the journal.

I sighed heavily, was a straight, well thought out, concise answer too much to ask for? "So what's plan B then?"

"Check your dads secret study, see if any of the maps are recent, see if any of the newspaper cuttings are from the last month or so. Anything that might give us a clue." Dean replied, his voice sounding like he was getting a little annoyed with my questions now. Well tough, I deserved to know!

I took a couple more sips of my drink, finishing off the glass and pouring myself another before I spoke again. The alcohol making my head feel a heck of a lot lighter, and me a heck of a lot more confident than I normally would be. "So what's the deal with you two? How did you get into this? Come to think of it how did my dad get into this kind of thing?" I asked staring into my glass. What would make a person risk there life daily? See all the crap that I'd seen under duress and I was guessing a damn sight worse than that as well.

"Bella, if you want me to find your dad you're going to let me have to concentrate." Dean said his hand rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes inches from the journal.

That was fine with me, wasn't like I was burning up with questions anyway, not like I'd been lonely for the last two weeks either. Wasn't like I was worried, and scared and upset. I was use to my own company, I'd just go be alone again.

I stood and headed for my room, an idea forming in my head, not before topping up my glass though. Why hadn't I thought of it before? It was obvious now.

I went to my room and switched on my old, slow computer. Finishing my glass of whiskey just as the slow connection finally brought up the search engine that I'd wanted.

I spent an hour trying to work out how to do what I wanted to before I hit pay load. "Yatzee!" I said to myself, repeating what Dean had said earlier.

I got, slightly un-steadily to my feet and headed back downstairs where Dean and Sam were both sat at the kitchen table. Dean was still looking through Charlie's journal, and Sam was sifting through papers.

"I got something." I said to them both as I walked in to the room.

"B, what did I say about concentration?" Dean asked me, something slightly off with his voice. I looked to the bottle of whiskey, it was empty, I guessed that what was wrong with the guys voice. He was drunk.

"B?" Sam questioned with a smirk at his brother, his eyes slightly un-focused, making me sure that he was also a little drunk.

"Well D, I've found something I thought could be useful." I said back, my voice dripping with scorn.

"What you got Bells?" Sam asked me, his voice kinder than his brothers.

"Bells?" Dean questioned with a small smirk of his own. Sam and I both ignored him.

"I tracked down Charlie's cruiser." I announced slightly proud of myself. Though also slightly ashamed that I hadn't thought of it sooner.

That caught both of the guys attention. "How?" Sam asked making for the paper in my hand which I gladly handed over.

"All police cars have a tracker in them, I just activated it." I said, I pointed to the map that I'd printed out. "That's where the cruiser was last, but it either hasn't moved, or the trackers been switched off since Tuesday." I told Sam, the day that I was suppose to have rang John.

"Where is it?" Dean asked standing and walking to look at the map over Sam's shoulder.

"Boston." Sam answered before sifting back through the papers.

Dean went to get a laptop from a bag that had been brought into the kitchen at one point or other. Probably when I'd been in my room.

"So, what now?" I asked taking a seat on the counter and watching the brothers. They were very intense, very tense, very focused, I wondered if it was always like this when they were working. Or if it was just because they knew my dad, and that made it personal.

"Now we find out what your dad was hunting." Sam told me absently.

"Hunting? I thought that my dad was killing something big, bad and evil." I thought his cover story was just hunting.

"It's what we call it. Hunting. And we're hunters." Dean told me, glancing very briefly at me before going back to his work. "There's more beer in the fridge if ya want." I did want and helped myself. If I didn't be careful I'd be full on drunk instead of in my tipsy state, but what the heck, might as well enjoy having company and beer while the brothers were here, cause I wouldn't be having either as soon as they'd skipped town and were looking for Charlie.

I twisted the top off my beer and took a sip, still watching the brothers with interest. "When will you head out then?" I asked, wanting to know when I'd be alone. Wanting to know, how long it would be before I could be expecting real news on Charlie.

"We'll head out first thing tomorrow, you might want to pack a bag now." Sam said not looking at me.

"Why?" I asked confused, did they want me to make them a pack-up for the road or something?

"Cause your coming with us." Sam said matter of factly.

"I am?" I asked at the same time that Dean said "she is?"

"Yeah." Sam answered simply.

"Erm... Dude? She's not coming with us. She'll be dead weight, she'll get in the way. No offence." Dean said to me with a shrug.

"None taken." I replied, I agreed with him though, I couldn't go, I'd only get in the way, there was nothing that I could do to help. And while I wanted to make sure that Charlie was ok, I knew that the best way to make sure that he was ok was to make sure that the professionals handled this. And I was not a professional.

"Man, we can't just let her stay here alone and unprotected. There's demons after her." Sam said, making a compelling argument.

"Then we'll set up some wards, basic defences, basic demon training, then Charlie will be back and she'll be safe. There now that's sorted I think I've got something." Dean said going back to the laptop.

Sam sighed but went along with Dean, apparently that was sorted I wasn't going to be tagging along. I blew out a sigh of relief. I didn't want to get in the way, I wanted Charlie back safe and sound, and that meant me staying put.

"What you got then?" Sam asked Dean.

"Seven girls missing, teenagers, all between the ages of fourteen and nineteen." Dean said in a business voice. Apparently they were use to that kind of thing. I wasn't though, my mouth hung open. Kids... Missing. That was just disturbing, I was going to have nightmares about that one for a while I was sure. Those poor girls, they must be terrified and their families? What must they be going through? I didn't think I wanted to know.

"Hey Bella? Maybe you should get some shut eye, you look bushed. We'll wake ya before we head out." Dean said looking me over and breaking me from my tortured thoughts. I vaguely nodded feeling shaky. Those poor girls, their poor families, I just hoped they were still alive and still ok, that they weren't going through too much.

~0~

I woke suddenly, confused, something had happened, something important but in my sleepy state that I couldn't figure out what.

Someone moved in the hall, sounded like someone was coming out of the bathroom. Charlie!? I jumped up excited, he was back, he was ok. I walked out of my room and stopped dead. Yeah it wasn't Charlie.

Instead it was a six foot tall, handsome man in just a towel. It all came rushing back to me then. What had happened, Dean and Sam and the demons. And it seemed as though Dean had taken a shower which is what had woke me.

He was stood looking at me, his eyes shocked as he took me in. I was doing the same thing though. The towel was small, showing off his muscled, toned legs, and his stunning six pack, his amazing arms and his tussled still wet hair. He was hot.

"Sorry if I woke ya." He said in a quite deep voice that sent shivers down my spine. He then started walking back towards the stairs, giving me a wonderful view of his ass. It was a nice ass. "Nice nightgown by the way." He shot over his shoulders, his eyebrows raising and his eyes giving me another once over.

I flushed slightly. "Thanks, nice towel." I gave back as good as I got. Our eyes meeting for a brief second my face erupting in a bright red blush, before he looked away and walked back down the stairs.

Flushed and my heart beating wildly I walked back into my room. Blushing deeper as I saw what I'd put on to sleep in. A baby pink nightgown that Alice had picked for me a while back. It was short and low-cut, and figure hugging too. Yeah I'd given Dean almost as much of a show as he'd given me.

I flopped back down on the bed, my skin feeling hotter, my heart still beating hard and fast. I closed my eyes and waited for sleep to find me again. My thoughts full of sexy men in towels with brilliant green eyes and a perfect six pack.

His hands glided along my bare skin, his touch making small whimpers of pleasure escape my lips. My hand touched the tatoo above his heart, his skin was warm, smooth and hard with muscle.

His lips found mine silencing my whimpers with his skillful tongue.

His massive calloused hand glided gently from my knee upwards, steadily upwards till he hit the place that I wanted him. I gasped out loud.

I woke from the first dream that I'd ever had like that with a jump. Someone was in my room next to the window. I knew from his shape and size who the silloute was.

"Edward? What are you doing here?" I asked pulling the covers even more tightly to my chest. My heart sped up, why was he here? What did he want? I didn't think that this was going to be any good.

"So that's why you left me? That's what you've wanted all along. It's my fault really. I should have given it to you when you asked me to." Edward started walking towards me, his voice soft but somehow menacing. I really didn't know what the hell that he wanted from me, but I did know I didn't want him there.

I put my light on and sat up with the covers still round me. "Edward you can't be here. Get out please." My voice shook a little.

"Love, I can't leave you. Not now I know what you really want."

"What are you talking about? I don't want anything from you. Edward get out of here!" I said, trying to level my voice and make it harder, but it didn't work.

"I can smell it Bella, I can smell your arousal. You want it. You want me." Edward said climbing onto my bed. Instinctively I backed away from the vampire.

What the hell? He could smell my dream? That was really, really creepy. And it wasn't him that I'd been dreaming about.

"Edward get out of here! I don't want you!" I said my voice stronger now.

"I don't believe it, like I said, I can smell you love." He inhaled deeply. "And you smell amazing. I want to taste you, to feel you, to have your smell on my skin." His hand crept up my leg and I held back a shiver of revulsion.

"Edward I mean it, leave me alone." I tried to back away but his hand held me in place, his grip unbreakable.

His hand drifted further up my leg as he climbed on top of me. "God your beautiful Bella, I should never have denied you." He told me in his velvet voice. His free hand drifting down from my collar bone.

"Edward stop!" I pleaded trying to squirm away from my ex, but it was no use, he was just too damn strong.

He started kissing my neck, his hand now roughly groping my breast. My mouth filled with bile and I struggled not to vomit. His hand went from over the top of my nightgown to under it, his fingers gently manipulating my nipple. His cold hand making them stand on end.

"Stop please!" I begged again trying to get through to him. I knew it was no use as he started stroking me through my panties. I felt his erection pushing against my leg. This was it he was going to r... I couldn't even think it. Sobs started shaking my body as with a flick of his wrist he tore my pants from my body.

"You don't mean that love." Edward told me kissing a line down to the breast that he didn't have in his hand.

Panic tore through me as my begging did nothing to stop the vampire, my struggles useless and pathetic against his strength. He pushed my thighs apart with his hand before swiftly inserting a finger inside me.

"No!" I cried out in a shout, my body rigid as sobs tore through me, I was terrified. I couldn't believe a man who claimed to love me was doing this to me.

The door burst open at the same time that the window broke as someone crashed through it.

"Bella!" Shouted out a voice from the door as a white figure streaked to the bed and tore Edward off me before throwing him bodily out of the window, or the hole where the window use to be.

A furious growl tore through the air as Emmett dived after Edward, his eyes flashing black and wild.

As soon as the vampires were gone I felt arms wrap around me and lifting me up. The arms carried me quickly but gently down the stairs. I felt safer in those arms. But I wasn't safe. I'd never be safe again. I was tainted.

I finally went numb, shock, real shock taking over my body making me shut down. I couldn't move even if I'd wanted to. I was terrified, I was petrified, and I hurt like hell. But not now, now I felt nothing. I heard words as though they were coming from a long, long way away.

"Bella!"

"Bella!"

"Dean I think she's in shock."

"Well done. Now go pack her a bag."

"I thought you said."

"Now Sammy!"

"It's ok Bella, me and Sam we're gonna take you away from here, away from him. We're gonna make sure that nothing happens to you. Don't worry, we'll keep you safe sweetheart." The words were all said in hard but sad voices.

"I got it. What about the...?"

"We'll deal with it when Bella's away from here."

"Dean..."

"Get our shit together Sam, we're leaving."

With that I was being wrapped in something. A leather jacket I thought from the smell. I was then lifted back up and carried outside to a car. I was put in the back-seat, the jacket was pulled even tighter round my shoulders, warming in the cold night air.

Doors slammed around me, and voices too low to hear spoke. But I was numb to it all.

"Boston?" A voice asked another voice, both of them in the front seats again.

"Boston." The other one agreed, his voice hard and tight. "How ya doing Bella?" The same voice asked in a gentle tone.

I didn't answer, I couldn't. Nothing would work.

The car rumbled to life under me, seeming to rock me gently, it's seat seeming to be a safe place, a safe warm place that would take me far away. Low music poured from the speakers wrapping me gently in it's embrace. Slowly I was rocked to sleep tears still casscading down my cheeks but I was safe inside the rumbling car.

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