The Hunters of Mystic Falls

Chapter 4

Damon and Vicky snuck through the back of the Salvatore boarding house. They were not in view of the black 67 Chevy that was parked just outside or the Winchester brothers who were just not leaning on the outside drinking from glass beer bottles. Damon shook his head and continued his way into the back of the house with Vicky.

Back at the Impala, about an hour later. Dean and Sam were still leaning on the car drinking from the glass bottle. Dean had left his leather jacket in the car and Sam left his coat in the car too. Dean was wearing dark blue jeans, A black top and his dark blue over shirt with the sleeves rolled up just past his shoulders and a pair of dark brown boots. He wore a golden amulet around his neck and a silver ring on his right ring finger. Sam was wearing a red paid short with light blue jeans and light brown boots. He had a watch on his left wrist. "Dean..." Sam began. "Do you get the feeling it's a little..."

"Too quiet?" Dean interrupted. The two looked to eachother in silence then ran to the door of the house.

Inside the living room of the Salvatore boarding house, Damon and Vicky were slow dancing in the middle of the persian red carpet. Vicky had appeard to be crying on Damons shoulder. Damon sighed with fake sympathy. "You know what would be good for you?" Damon asked in a patronising manner.

"What?" Vicky asked while catching her breath.

Before another word could be said. The door was kicked open with Dean and Sam charging through the doorway holding their machetes. Damon looked over Vicky's shoulder and smiled grimly. He then looked to vicky and said in a calming tone. "Death." And sharply twisted her head before dropping her broken neck on the floor.

"NO!" Sam yelled as Dean ran over to support the broken necked Vicky Donavan. Holding her in his arms, Dean held her close to him. He looked down in disappointment. "Dammit." He said in anger and frustration as he stood up and looked around. Damon Salvatore had vaished. Dean looked over to Sam who was equally as confused and just as disappointed.

After a brief pause, Dean dropped his machete and walked out of the room without a word. Sam followed after a few seconds.

Back at the school. Elena was sitting in class paying little attention to their teacher Mister Tanner. Stefan was sat in the back row staring out the window. He could tell something wasn't right. Something was happening. And he couldn't do anything about it.

 Back outside the Salvatore boarding house. Dean and Sam were sat silently inside the 67 Chevy Impala. No words or contact of any kind were exchanged. They just sat there silently. Sam took a deep breath. "D-"

"Don't even bother, Sam." Dean snapped without even looking in his direction. Dean started the car causing it to roar and chatter with a racket that was fitting to the well conditioned classic car. "Let's just go." He demanded and reversed the car into the road and began driving. Sam just sat there in complete silence.