Chapter 2:

Brennan was instantly out of the car as soon as Booth fired, and quickly saw that the bullets had no effect on his assailant. Then, she was grabbed from behind by two people she'd barely seen approach.

"No!" she screamed, struggling. As she turned and her eyes locked on them, though, they widened at what she saw. Teeth, extra teeth, sharp and like no human's she'd ever seen.

It was difficult to defend herself against two assailants, but she did get in a few strikes before she received a blow to the head that rendered her dizzy and they pinned her to the ground. Her hands were restrained with rope, but she continued to struggle, her face pushed into the rough asphalt. "Booth!" she yelled.

Suddenly, her eyes darted slightly to her right as she saw another car coming down the highway. There were shots from Booth's weapon, though it wasn't Booth who was shooting, and the car skidded to a stop, steam emerging from under the hood, as the headlights lit on them. She saw two figures come out of the car and shots rang out, dropping her attackers as well as Booth's.

Brennan maneuvered herself into a sitting position and then got to her feet, but the world spun around her and she collapsed back to the ground. Forcing herself to stay conscious, blinking a few times, she heard footsteps running toward her. She squinted up at the young man running over to her and saw that the other young man was making his way over to Booth.

"You okay?" he asked.

"I think so…" she murmured. "My…my hands…."

Brennan felt gentle hands help her into a sitting position and heard the click of a switchblade. The bindings were carefully cut and she brought her hands around to massage her wrists. "Booth," she said suddenly, putting out a hand to the car to help herself.

"Hey, slow down there. Looks like you got a blow to the head," the young man said, steadying her.

"My partner, I think he's injured," Brennan said, continuing to walk forward and around the car, ignoring the assistance. She walked over to Booth, who was unconscious on the ground. "Booth!" she exclaimed, falling to his side.

"He'll be fine, he just got knocked out," the second young man said, taking Booth's pulse. "You okay?"

"I would be better if I knew what was going on," she told him, her heart still racing. "Those people…their teeth…."



"What's your name?" the first young man asked, kneeling down to her side and putting his hand on her shoulder.

"I'm Dr. Temperance Brennan. This is Special Agent Seeley Booth. We were on our way—."

"Whoa, FBI?" the second young man asked, his eyes widening. His gaze darted to the first young man. The two boys seemed to have a conversation without speaking, and she narrowed her eyes, annoyed.

"I'm sorry to be rude, but who exactly are you?" Brennan asked.

"My name's Sam. This is Dean," the first young man said. "We were just driving down the road and saw the car pulled over. Then someone shot at us. So we shot back."

"Would you care to explain to me how that was effective?" she asked, glancing over to the body to their left, which was apparently dead.

"I'm sorry?" Sam asked, confused.

"Booth shot at him and nothing happened. Barely a twitch. I assumed he was wearing Kevlar of some sort. Your shot was the one that killed him." Another shared glance between the boys. "But you shot him in the chest as well. I doubt you have Teflon-coated bullets to penetrate Kevlar. So what happened? And why did those two look like they had…I don't know…fangs?"

Sam sighed and hesitated. "Because they did."

Brennan blinked. "Excuse me?" she asked.

"They're vampires. And by the way, they aren't dead. Only incapacitated. The only way to kill a vampire is to decapitate it."

Brennan stared at him and the look in her eyes shifted. "Okay. I appreciate your assistance defending me against my assailants, but I need to get Booth to a hospital, so—."

"Believe us, don't believe us. But you're right, we need to get out of here," Dean replied, standing up. "After we kill these vampires."