Damon POV

I knew if I could only make it through the next fifteen minutes then everything would be ok. I could ask Elena to take me back to the boarding house and then I could sleep until the little dots went away. And if the little silver dots flooding my head didn't go away when I woke up, then Stefan would be back and he could bring me something to drink and everything would be ok. I was trying to really hard not to let myself start shaking but every time I blinked there were more dots and flashes that wouldn't go away. The room kept getting warmer and warmer but I felt so cold I wanted to be at home in bed with my blankets. I couldn't take it anymore, I need to leave before I blacked out. Then suddenly there was an annoying voice that seemed to crash into my ears and make my head pound.

"Mr. Salvatore? What do you think you are doing? You know I don't allow students to put their heads down in my class." Mrs. Emerald's irritated voice demanded.

I knew that I had to answer her but when I tried to all that came out was soft moan that only seemed to make the dots start to dance faster.

"Mr. Salvatore? Damon!" Mrs. Emerald's voice seemed to probe into my head almost as though she was breaking down my mental shield.

Her sharp voice seemed to slash through the rest of the noise in the room that honestly sounded like I was underwater. I dragged my head up to try and focus my vision on her as all eyes in the room where glued on me expecting some sort of smart ass remark.

"Damon is everything alright?"

Mrs. Emerald's voice softened and I realize that I must look like shit, because suddenly it wasn't just the dots occupying my head but also the thoughts of the majority of people in the room seemed to pound and echoing what everyone thought of me. Mrs. Emerald's thoughts went from their usual loop of being pissed off at having to work in an environment where horny testerone charged males ogle at her chest and how attractive I was, to a gentle purr. Most likely in an attempt to cover up her shock over seeing a normally polished young man that could easily have just stepped off a run way to a sickly looking little boy. The sharp "class dismissed " echoed through the room and my bubble seemed to pop as the slamming of books and shuffling of papers hurt my ears as thirty or so teenagers scrambled out of the room. I rested my head against the cool table top working on keeping shaking to a minimum as the clack of a pair of heels move toward me. The noise of the heels was soon replaced with a soft hand brushing my hair the back of my neck resulting in my whole body flinching together not because the differences in temperature where unpleasant but because I was expecting sharp nails to start biting into the delicate skin in an effort to hold me in place. To my surprise the hand remained gentle and slid from my neck to my cheek and then underneath the hair hanging over my forehead. By the time my focus had shifted away from her hand I realized that people's thoughts weren't trying to destroy my head anymore but instead where replaced by one single voice.

Damon? Damon I need you to focus on me. Don't worry sweetheart , everything is fine. Now listen it might hurt a little bit but I promise we are doing this to make things better.

Automatically the dots disappeared and where replaced with a faint sense of panic that seemed to be held down by the voice that now overran my thoughts pushing me into a daze where everything still felt awful but so long as I focused on the voice the discomfort would go away.

Damon when I remove my hand from your face I need you to drink something to make you feel better and then I am going to phone the office and have Elena come here and take you home, but you must not tell anyone about this until latter. Do you understand?

I could only really nod to indicate that I had understood before the position of the hand on my face had changed and was instead helping support my head as a cool glass was pressed to my lips. The feeling of helplessness was similar to how I felt the night that Katherine had changed me, but instead of my weight resting on a woman's soft chest and my head nuzzled against her neck as warm sweet liquid filled my mouth, an icy cold syrup had coated my throat and left a sharp tingling on my lips seeming to seal them together.

Damon swallow! The longer you take the more that it will change from cold to burning. I know it feels like it will choke you if you swallow but I promise it won't.

I whimpered because the voice was right. I couldn't open my mouth to spit it out and the cold feeling was changing to a burning sensation. But if I tried to swallow I couldn't get it all to go down it would only cake itself to the inside of my throat as I felt like there was even more of the foul liquid added to my mouth. The hand that had been holding my head in place instead went to massaging my throat which seemed to aid in getting more of the syrup all the way down until the area of my stomach felt faintly chilled. The voice shifted from coaxing to a rather pleased tone as a hand slipped under my shirt to firmly rub my abdomen.

Good boy Damon. Now just sit and wait till Elena comes to get you. When I release you, you are going to experience some cramping that's normal honey just sleep them off when you get home.

The feeling of calm the voice had provided quickly disappeared as the realization that it was Mrs. Emerald who had taken control over me. She was right however because as she glided over to the phone in the corner of the room, my lower torso suddenly became one giant cramp which start to spread down my legs and up through my arms resulting a sharp convulsions of the muscles that seemed to take turns in alternating their intensity. My whole focus became centered on controlling my pain levels until Elena's familiar scent started to flood into the room, successfully providing a limited amount of comfort. Unfortunately Elena's and Mrs. Emerald's conversation only registered as a few mentions of my name and the rest sounding completely underwater and impossible to understand. Joining my thought process was an acute amount of frustration in that I wasn't privy to whatever Elena was being told. This feeling seemed to expand trying to force me to get up and demand answers. Mrs. Emerald's voice broke through the confusion.

Damon do you remember our little chat? What I told Elena was just that you had been looking a bit sickly. Now relax and follow Elena out to the car and behave!

What Mrs. Emerald had commanded into my thoughts had control over again. Successfully quelling the desire to resist forcing me back into a state of calm only allowing me to be lead out to Elena's car.

Remember Damon, tell no one. We will be in touch. Sweet dreams little boy.