Thanks for the reviews! I will let the fact that there are only 3 right now slide since only the first two chapters are posted and that doesn't give a lot of room for deciding how you feel about it yet.

And I feel very smart. Because instead of just picking a random way to kill this creature, I actually researched a couple ways and found one that I can use. I actually feel like a writer.

Chapter 3: Demanding Attention

(Bella's POV)

"Bella, no. It's not going to happen. You can't help; you don't even know what to do!" Dean yelled at me. The way he spoke, you would think he had known me my entire life.

"Look, how are you going to lure this thing with out it killing another girl? It's not like he'll come after you two. I…." I was trying to think of something, some kind of plan that would work and that they would buy. "I could be bait."

"What?" They both said in unison. I sighed.

"Look, I know there are a lot of legends and myths about how to kill these things, but you two probably know more then I do. And so what if I got him to come after me, then you two could be hiding, and before it killed me… or well… did other things to me… you could kill it. Then we would all live happily ever after, the end." I added the last part with a major hint of sarcasm. Dean just laughed, and Sam smiled a little.

"Bella, we appreciate your willingness to help, but you just need to let us deal with this." Sam said. I just rolled my eyes.

"And you? What do you think?" I asked Dean, baring my eyes into his. I could feel him getting uncomfortable under my stare. But then, I saw him start to think about it.

"Its better then any plan we have Sam…" He said. "And we have to burn it while it's…. Or when it is about to, well, you know… and she's right, he won't come after us. She might be the only one who can get close enough to him to kill him"

"Wait… I said you two jump out of the bushes and do what you have to do… I never said I would kill it…" I pointed out.

"They're to fast. And we won't be able to get close enough to burn it." Dean told me.

"But what about the lore about the seduction thing? I mean, if that's the case I wouldn't even be thinking clearly enough to burn it…" Ok I wanted to help, but seriously, I didn't want to die, and I wasn't afraid to beg for my life.

"Look, we will think more on it. But if we can't come up with another plan by tomorrow, then this is all we have." Dean said.

"Dean, I don't think this is a good idea…" Sam said quietly. "She could get hurt."

"Ok here's the deal…" I started. "I'll do it; no questions asked if I have to. And if I die, well then I guess it's my time. I want to help, and I want this thing to die… now I really don't want to lose my life to it but hey, maybe that's how it's supposed to be. But you two better make damn sure you do everything to keep me alive. Got it? I like this whole living, breathing, life thing."

They both just smiled.

"Ok, deal." Sam said reluctantly.

"I don't think you should go back to campus tonight though. You should probably stay with us." Dean said. I thought for a second, then the voice was back.

'They only want to help. Go.' It said.

"Ok, but I'm going to need more stuff from my dorm." I said quietly.

We went back to my room, and I packed a small bag with everything I needed for the night. Then they took me back to their motel room.

Dean had a nice car. A really, really nice car. Well, from what I noticed, Dean pretty much had a nice everything. So did Sam. But there was something about Dean, just the way he held himself, and his personality…

Ok, my best friend just died and I am thinking about the two random guys who jumped in and saved the day… how insensitive was I?

But I couldn't help it… I had been with them for hours, and already the shock of seeing Lindsay was wearing off. And I didn't even worry about impressing them or anything, I felt at ease. These boys had some weird, calming effect on me, and I liked it.

Their taste in motel rooms was crappy though. But hey, it was much better then being in a creepy, crime scene dorm room.

"Food run, we are getting burgers. Bella do you want anything?" Sam asked as he headed for the door.

"Yeah, just get me whatever you two get." I told him. He nodded and left, leaving Dean and me alone.

I sat on one bed, with my legs crossed, still wearing my sweat pants and high school tee-shirt, and he sat on the other, studying something on the laptop.

"Find anything yet? Or am I looking more and more like bait?" I asked.

"Nothing yet." Two words. That is all I got. Why was it different now that Sam was gone?

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(Dean's POV)

Why in the world did Sam leave me alone with girl I knew I couldn't touch? Not to mention she was just about the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Normally, I wouldn't mess with the beautiful ones. They were different then the just plain hot ones. They had more confidence, hell some of them even scared me.

And Bella was one of the scary ones. She was about average height, probably around 5'7, and she was thin. Her hair was almost white from being so blonde, and her eyes, they were what was the scariest. They were a piercing blue, almost unnatural, and they changed. They had changed many times just since I met her. First they were dark, almost demanding, then as the day went on and she relaxed more, the became so bright and Sam and I hadn't been able to really look at anything but them. And I could only imagine what she did with those eyes, how many people she had scared away, or made come to her.

Sam really wasn't as smart as everyone thought. Because if he was, he wouldn't have left me alone with her.

'Come on Dean, you have to help her… she isn't just another girl of the week…' I tried to tell myself. But I kind of wished she was…

'No, bad…' I thought again.

I had to be almost rude when I talked to her now, since I didn't have Sam to cover for me. I didn't like it, but if I looked at her, I was almost afraid of what I would say.

Wait… since when had a girl scared me this much? What was different about her?

She was a nice person, and obviously smart and strong. There wasn't anything wrong with her.

Which was why we had to get this job done, and fast, because I didn't think I could be around her much longer.

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(Bella's POV)

I couldn't take the silence. So I sighed, got off the bed, and got my iPod out of my bag. I put in the ear pieces and found a song I liked before sitting back down and breathing out in relief.

I laid down and stretched out a little, part of it was because I needed to, and the other part was to see just how uncomfortable I could make this new friend of mine.

See, I didn't know why he wouldn't take to me. But I had two theories.

One, he just didn't like me at all and was only pretending when Sam was around.

Or…

Two, I scared him. Just like I scared every other guy in the world that I had potential to get close to. Except Erik, Erik wasn't scared of me. But I was scared of him.

I couldn't help that I was intimidating, and it took me a long time to admit it and learn how to deal with it. I didn't like it, because I didn't ask for it. But there it was, I scared people. I made them uncomfortable, sometimes even insecure.

How did I know this? Well, mostly just from people telling me, but also, from the vibes, and the voices. I wished I could hear a voice right now though… to tell me what Dean was feeling.

All I got was a 'trust him, in time'.

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

I let my mind wander until Sam came back with the food, which I ate quickly and realized it was the first food I'd had all day.

"So, it's looking like we are going to have to use Bella." Dean said quietly.

"Are you sure?" Sam said, slightly clenching his jaw.

"Alright, when?" I asked, completely ignoring Sam.

"It will be a day or two; it looks like it's striking every other night. So that gives us time to think of a full plan before we go in." Dean said, his eyes never meeting mine.

"Ok." I said quietly, and began preparing myself for the possibilities.

The death thing wasn't what scared me the most. It was being raped by a mythological monster that freaked me out. I mean, I had faith in the boys that they wouldn't let me get hurt…. But, come on, you can't just expect a girl to be ok with her potential fate when it involves sexual violence and possibly death.

I was going to do it though. I had to. And not just to avenge my friend and the other, but because all my life I had known that these things were out there, and now was my time to help bring them down.