AN: Sorry for the delay. Sometimes I get insecure with my writing and I walk away from it. However, this is a passion of mine and in the words of Snow White and Charming from Once Upon A Time...I look at my stories and remind myself "I will always find you."Enjoy.

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As Matt sat on the side of the road in his patrol car monitoring the speed trap he had set a couple of miles away from the Mystic Falls border, he found himself being distracted by the dark thoughts that had been plaguing him as of late. The young sheriff was a man who was used to having the burden of the world placed on the shoulder. He knew that it was illogical to complain considering the fact that he had signed up to take on the responsibility of watching over and protecting Mystic Falls. However, he couldn't help but feel like he needed more. He wanted more. All of his life he had to deal with looking out for people. It started when he had enabled an alcoholic mother who had inadvertently made him the patriarch of their small and broken family. He failed when he struggled to protect his sister Vicky who had ended up being hypersexual, drugged out and killed after becoming a vampire. He had been helpless when Elena had been sucked into the wake of Salvatore's supernatural destiny. It seemed that no matter how much he tried to protect people, he was always doomed to fail which begged the question of why he was bothering to try to play the hero in the first place?

He was jolted out of his deep musings when his phone vibrated indicating that he had just received a text message.

Typing in his four digit pass code, Matt swiped left and saw the green text bubble appear on his screen.

Amber: I was really looking forward to dinner and drinks, but I understand why you had to cancel. Duty calls.

The clock on the police car's dashboard read 9:30PM. Matt's cobalt blue eyes rolled to the back of his head. He was suppose to clock out at seven and meet up his date at the Grille around nine, but when he got the call that one of his officers was out sick and the shift needed to be covered, he had reluctantly stepped up to the plate. While he had been slightly disappointed that he wasn't going to get to know the hot redhead over wine and appetizer, a part of him was deeply relieved. He had thought that he had properly mourned and dealt with the five stages of grief when it came to Penny's death, but the entire day he had been mentally preparing with his date with Amber, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about Penny; the woman that he had been so ready to spend the rest of his life with.

Matt: Raincheck tomorrow?

Matt swallowed deeply as he dropped his head back against his head rest and closed his eyes tightly. He wanted to move forward. Hell, he wanted to bang the hell out of Amber whose dating profile indicated that she was a sucker for 'The Killers' and loved binge watching Scrubs. Unfortunately, whenever he thought he was ready, the thought of his dead fiancé would shatter that leaving him to feel nothing but regret, pain and an overwhelming sense of loss.

His thumb hovered over the green phone icon, but he never got a chance to push it.

"Sherriff Donovan, we have a code 187 located at 11900 Wilshire Lane. Do you copy? Over."

Matt sighed before taking the black mike hanging on his shoulder and pressing the button to transmit his response. " I Copy dispatch. Over." He said flatly before releasing the mike. Reaching up towards the dashboard, he flipped the switch causing the sirens sitting on top of his vehicle to shriek loudly while flashing blue and red.

Five minutes later, Matt arrived at the scene and he could slowly feel his neck becoming tight with tension.

Several marked patrol cars were parked on the outskirts of the property and neighbors from nearby residents had gathered behind the yellow and black crime scene tape speculating on what scandal that occurred that was capable of shaking the foundations of the walls that surrounded the blissfully ignorant town. The land dead brown grass was peppered with several small red flags that marked the placements where body parts had been discovered.

Grinding his molars in frustration, Matt turned the keys in the ignition effectively killing the engine of his patrol car. The sound of knuckles rapping on the glass window inches from his face caused him to nearly jump out of his skin. He rolled his window down to found one of his officers smiling sheepishly as he beckoned him to join him on the crime scene.

"Some high school kids was out here drinking and attempting to build a bonfire. They started digging up a patch of dirt to make a fire pit, and that's when they discovered the severed head," Shawn Jones, one of Matt's deputy reported gravely.

Matt looked over to see three young males and a female standing off to the side giving separate statements to different cops. The kids look absolutely terrified and Matt knew that they were probably going to need months of therapy to cope with their gruesome discovery.

"They told officer Manny that they were coming out to the property to have a bon fire and party. Shawn, the boy in the gray shorts, was in charge of digging up the dirt and gathering logs. That's' when he discovered the ear. When they dug deeper, the found several other body parts and called the police. We took a couple of our canine's and they rooted up the torso and a severed head. The poor woman was chopped into pieces. In all my years on the force, I never seen anything this heinous," he said gravely, looking a little green around the gills.

That's because you are new here, Matt thought, but wisely kept his snark to himself. The young sheriff would have loved to say that he had never something so brutal, but the past ten years of his life had been filled with nothing but horror, blood and death. Some of the traumatic memories he carried with him would make any slasher film look like child's play.

Another officer, Officer Walker, came over with a flushed face. "One of the deputies recognized the woman from one of the missing person flyers hanging up down at the police department. He says that her name is Georgia Wilkes. She was reported missing three days ago."

His eye caught a piece of fabric near the severed arm and hunched down closer to get a better view. Taking a pen out of his breast pocket, he lifted to his eye level and noticed that it was fabrics to an expensive rug. A rug that he had walked across many times and he suddenly got a lump in his throat as he realized just who and what was behind the grizzly murder. Damon fucking Salvatore.

"Something wrong, sir?" Officer Walker asked softly.

"You mean besides the fact we are standing in a field surrounded by scattered body parts?" he asked, his tone sharper than he had intended.

"Sir, you can't be here."

The sound of a small commotion caught Matt's attention and he gently replaced the piece of evidence back where he found it before rising and looking over his shoulder. He felt his annoyance grow as he spotted Brody hovering near the perimeter of the property. Why the fuck was he even there? Why was he lingering at a crime scene after dark? Why did he insist on being a habitual line stepper?

"I'm sorry, but this is a crime scene and ongoing investigation. Civilians are not allowed to be beyond the yellow tape," Matt informed Brody tersely.

The blonde haired green eyed man flashed a brilliant smile. "I'm not exactly a civilian, sheriff. If you have taken notice of my poll numbers, you will see that is very likely that I will be sworn in as the next Mayor of Mystic Falls."

"No offense, but until things are official, I still have a duty to enforce and uphold the law, and the law says you can't be here right now," he repeated patiently.

"Ah, no worries. Some of your deputies are friends of mine. I'm sure they will give me the report once they are finished with the initial investigation," he said simply.

It took everything inside of Matt not to roll his eyes. The man was a lot to handle with his brash personality, expensive clothes, and faux southern accent. He looked like he belong on an advertisement poster for Men's Warehouse, not standing on an abandoned property playing detective.

"If you insist on meddling in police matters, I will have no choice but to charge you with obstruction of justice. I wonder how your voters will feel if they found out that there future mayor believed that he was above the law," Matt said evenly.

The two men stared each other down before Brody laughed deeply.

"I am sorry, Sheriff Donovan. Believe it or not, I actually like you. I think we are getting off on the wrong foot. I have a tendency to be proactive when it comes to people and things that I love, and let me just tell you I love this town. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to keep it safe and I think if you and I work together, the people of Mystic Falls will benefit greatly," he said flashing his million dollar grin before turning and walking back to his car.

Matt went back to where his deputies were gathered.

"Send a patrol car over to Georgia Wilkes next of kin residence," Matt said somberly, "Escort them to the hospital so that we can have them identify their sister's remains."

"Where are you off to?" the deputy asked curiously.

"I have to follow a lead."

As he made his way back to his car, he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. Scrolling through his contacts, his eyes narrowed when he found what he was looking for. Pressing the green phone icon, he bought the phone to his ear and waited impatiently. When he was sent straight to voice mail, he swore quietly.

"Damon, it's me. Matt," he barked into the voice piece of the phone, "We need to talk. It's important."

Climbing into his car, he turned the key in the ignition and drove off into the night.

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The sound of patent leather red bottom six inch heels clicked across the hot pavement leading Cybil into the dive bar labeled appropriately as "Junk yard." The establishment was located an hour outside of Mystic Falls, and even though the siren was happy to be out of the small and boring town, she was disappointed to find that the town she was currently occupying wasn't any more appealing. Not only was the night air impossibly sticky and hot, but the dirt was ruining her expensive shoes and that made her mood worsen. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she stepped around the four chickens clucking around the front door while wincing at the sounds of cicadas screaming in the corn field located across the street.

Huffing annoyed, she fanned herself with her hand to get temporary relief from the heat before gripping the handle of the door and yanking it open and walking in. Looking around the small room, Cybil felt a mixture of annoyance and frustration. The old school jukebox was playing Bette Johnny Cash, the air smelled like stale smoke and burnt oil grease, and Sybil winced disgusted as she saw two roaches scurrying across the floor to find shelter in the darkest corners of the shit hole. They were probably preparing to procreate and that particular thought nearly made her gag. She was a powerful supernatural being. She could siren her way into the most high class and exclusive establishments in the shouldn't be subjected to slumming in dive bars searching for some psychopathic siphoner who managed to escape from hell.

As a weary looking middle aged waitress walked towards her, Cybil flashed her sweetest smile.

"Coffee, black when you get a chance. Thank you," she said before strolling deeper into the wretched establishment. The walls were off white and speckled with dirt, food and something that look suspiciously like feces.

Sybil was two seconds from abandoning her missing and getting the hell out of dodge when she suddenly found her target sitting in a booth in the darkest corner of the bar. He was playing with a ring of salt with a deep scowl on his face. After a minute of this, the weary vampire looked up to see Cybil starring down at him with a warm smile.

"See something you like, lady?" the weak vampire growled annoyed.

Cybil placed her hand on her hip and smirked as she took a moment to quietly observe the brooding heretic.

He was wearing all black and there was dried blood on his t-shirt. His hair fell into his eyes and he wore an angry scowl.

She could admit that beneath the grunge, dried blood and the scruff that he was an attractive man. Unfortunately for him, Cybil desires were focused on a tall dark and handsome Salvatore brother with eyes as blue as crystalized ice,.

She smiled sweetly before sliding in the booth and sitting directly in front of him.

"Hello," she greeted innocently, "Malachi Parker I presume? My name is Sybil."

The vampire lifted his head and narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but Cybil didn't miss the flash of fear that crossed his handsome and youthful face.

"Let me guess. Cade sent you here to drag me back to hell," he mumbled, "If you think that taking me will be easy, you have another thing coming."

"You are sorely mistaken, handsome," she purred as the waitress sat her coffee mug down in front of her before trudging off, "I'm not here for anyone else's agenda but my own."

Kai stared at her uneasily.

"What exactly do you want from me?"

"I do believe you are acquainted with the formidable Bonnie Bennett?" she asked twisting her lips into a devious smile.

Hearing Bonnie's name caused the brooding siphoner to flinch noticeably. Of all the witches in all the world, why did Kai find himself once again being lured back into Bennet's little web? When Kai had escaped hell, his gut instinct told him to get as far away from Mystic Falls as he possibly could, but one thing kept him anchored to the little miserable town. Revenge. Damon Salvatore had removed his head and put a premature end to Kai's life, so the Gemini warlock thought it was only fitting that he saw to it that Bonnie Bennet's little bestie suffered the same fate. The only thing that kept him from putting his plan for vengeance was the fact that he wanted to wait to do it when it would hurt Bonnie the most. He wanted to make sure that she was at her happiest, so when Damon's death occurred, the pain that she would feel would cause to her to come crashing down from her cloud and bliss and land her in a world filled with nothing but deep loss and pain. His anger was so intense that Kai was practically vibrating and the liquid in the bottle of beer he had clutched in his hands began to boil.

Seeing that she manage to strike a nerve by mentioning Bonnie's name, Sybil smiled innocently.

"Just so that you can see that I'm being transparent, I feel obligated to tell you that I'm a psychic. Unfortunately for me, I can't tell what you are thinking. I've met a few siphioner's in my time and your kind are among the very few species who are immune to my call and my particular gifts," she pouted prettily.

"Well don't feel too bad. Being in my head isn't exactly a walk in the park," he chuckled darkly.

Cybil bit her bottom lip before leaning forward and batting her eyelashes. "I am not a shrinking wallflower, Malachi. I don't shy away from the darkness. That is why I think you and I are going to be great partners."

Kai frowned and narrowed his eyes at the siren suspiciously.

"If I were you, I would hold off on throwing the word 'partners' around. You mentioned Bonnie," he said tossing a spicy peanut into his mouth. "What do you want with her?"

"Bonnie is just the means to an end. She has something I want in her possession and I need your help retrieving it," she said mysteriously.

"What could Bonnie possibly have that you want?" Kai asked curiously.

"Elena."

Hearing the doppelganger's name come out of the sirens cherry red lips caused Kai interest to peak and he leaned forward studying her closely. What exactly was this little saucy minks up to? Why did she need Elena and what was her endgame? When he voiced his questions, Cybil batted her eyes with a devious look on her pretty face.

"I have taken an interest in Damon Salvatore but for some reason, he has been rejecting my advances," she sighed sadly.

The vampire arched an eyebrow surprised.

"Damon turned you down? You're pretty hot. I guess he really is a lot dumber than he looks," he scoffed.

Sybil's face lit up at the compliment.

"Well aren't you sweet? He would see that we could be good together if his Elena didn't occupy his heart and if his head wasn't lodge so far up Bonnie's ass," she complained.

Kai fought to hide the smile that was threatening to spread across his chapped lips. He didn't know Cybl from a can of paint, but he could clearly see that she really didn't like his Bonster. If he didn't know any better, it would appear that the little siren was actually jealous. He could understand why. Cybil was beautiful in her own right, and he would be a liar if he said he didn't get a semi boner every time his full government named rolled off the tip her tongue, but Cybil couldn't compare to Bonnie. No, Bonnie was special. Kai never met someone that he both adored and hated, lusted after yet wanted to kill, wanted to hurt yet heal her. Bonnie was light and darkness. Ying to his yang. During his suffering in hell, Kai's thoughts had volleyed between fantasies of ripping Damon apart, and fantasies of his violent interactions with Bonnie. He loved how he could hurt her, and it turned him on when she would dole out the same punishment on him. It was sick and he knew that it was beyond twisted, but that was there relationship and while others may never be able to understand it, Kai quietly cherished it.

Cybil stared at Kai who had his cheek propped up on his fist staring into the distance while tracing hearts into the circle of salt that was in front of him.

"Oh for Pete's sake, don't tell me that you have a thing for the little witch too?" she sighed amused.

Kai shrugged and folded his hands in front of him. If having a thing for someone meant wanting to make love to them while they drowned in a pool of their own blood, then sure. He had a thing for her.

"Trust me. It's not what you think," he promised softly.

"Good. She may be gorgeous, but she is hardly worth the headache," she sniffed before taking another sip of her coffee.

"What exactly do you have against Bonnie?" Kai asked gazing at the siren curiously.

Cybil looked petchulent as her face darkened noticeably.

"I expect the men I siren to obey my every command and submit and obey me. The fact that Bonnie commands Damon and Enzo's loyalty with little to no effort enrages me!" she exclaimed frustrated.

For the first time during the impromptu meeting, Kai laughed and felt seriously entertained. Leaning back in the booth, he folded his arms across his chest. "Why exactly do you think Bonnie is able to do that?

"It's because Damon and Enzo is because they both have an deep seeded need to protect Bonnie Bennett," Cybil growled frustrated as she dug her nails into the edge of the table. "I had to work overtime to get them to do my bidding and yet when she is around, they both fall over themselves to keep her safe. She is a pathetic powerless twip, but she has the two legendary Augustine vampires ready to risk everything for her. I have spent countless of hours in Damon's mind and his actions have proven that he cares very deeply for her. When she was the huntress, he had been willing to die for her. I want that same loyalty. I demand it and if I can't have it, then I will take away everything and everyone that she loves."

"So not only are you jealous, but you are extremely petty," Kai snorted shaking his head.

Sybil smiled at him prettily as she reached up and tuck a loose lock of her chestnut securely behind her ear.

"Malakai, I have been around longer than you can possibly imagine. When Cade gave me my abilities, most men couldn't resist me. I always got what I wanted when I wanted it. Damon is one of the very few men that I was unable to break and completely control. The others couldn't be broken for the same reason he can't and that's because he is deeply in love with a woman who isn't me. That's why I need you to help me get to Elena. Once I remove her out of the picture, you will have the vengeance that you always wanted and I get a man who is completely devoted to me," she smiled brightly, "It's a win for the both of us."

"Whatever you are planning to do to her, leave me out of it. I have my own ways of making Bon Bon pay," he insisted, with a smug look on his handsome face. "Besides, she is probably still the sad and lonely little witch that she was when I died. I'm not in any rush to destroy her."

Sybil frowned confused. This wasn't what she had expected when she had hunted down the infamous sciphoner. She thought he would be gleefully and jump at the chance to terrorize Bonnie. After all, his history in the last year of his life showed that traumatizing the young witch with violence and heartbreak was not only his favorite past time, but it was his main specialty. The man sitting before her didn't seem capable of hurting a fly. He looked hollow, defeated and broken and that was not going to farewell for Cybil given the fact she was determined to ruin the annoying little witch. Forcing a smile, Cybil trailed the brim of the dingy coffee cup with her perfectly manicured pink finger nail.

"I hate to tell you this, but Bonnie isn't exactly sad or lonely," Sybil smirked tapping her manicured French tip nails on the edge of the table, "Against all odds, your little nemesis managed to find love and is very well on getting her happily ever after."

Kai frowned. "Please don't tell me she was so desperate to pick over her own left overs and went back to little Gilbert?"

Sybil shook her head before smirking. "Actually she is with Enzo St. Johns. Are you familiar with him?" Hearing this revelation made Kai subconsciously clench his hand into a tight fist. Bonnie was suppose to be too good for vampires. She was everything that he had once wanted to be. So to hear that she had climb down from tower of self righteousness and given her heart to a vampire who had probably killed ten times more people than he ever did...it stung. He had once apologized to Bonnie for all the bad things he had done and asked for her forgiveness and she had blown him off. It pissed him off that she could manage to forgive the likes of Damon and Enzo, but found a way to make him feel like he was the one unworthy of redemption.

A cold smile slowly stretched across his lips causing his handsome features to harden.

"Maybe I will join you in your little operation after all," he said quietly as he took a long swig of beer. Sybil bit down on her bottom lip to keep from squealing with excitement. She had everything she needed to move forward with her plan which meant that she could now high tail it out of that hell hole called a bar.

"Eat up, Malachi," she murmured patting the back of his hand gently as she slid out of the booth, "If everything goes according to plan, you and I both can get what we want."

She flipped her hair over her shoulder before exiting the booth and making her way towards the exit of the dingy bar. As she pushed the door opened and headed towards her car, her lips curled into a demented smile as the sounds of blood curling scream coming from the waitress and the sound of her body hitting the floor.

End Note: On to the next Chappie :)