His face hit the dirt, he dug in his nails at the same time and the ground was all he saw as it began turning into mud around him, the rain finally pouring down madly. He didn't stay like this for too long before he felt his hair pulled and his entire body was lifted up with ease, then he proceeded to be flipped over like a ragdoll, his back hitting was now the very wet mud. A small groan escaped him, there was blood in and about his mouth and he licked at it with annoyance. He closed his eyes as a shadow fell over him and he felt another body laying on his torso.

"Oh, don't do that to me now, little demon. Open those pretty blues up, I want to see them." Slowly, Damon opened his eyes to look at the other vampire who was now practically laying on him, his chin resting on Damon's chest. He pulled up slightly, smirking at his requests being followed. "That's a good boy. I apologize for being so rough but...well, you're the hard-headed one. So I need to make sure you'll listen." Klaus pulled some of the strands of hair around Damon's face back, getting a better look at the dagger-like glare he was getting. "Don't be bitter, little demon, it looks bad on you. I just want to give you an offer."

Damon struggled under the other man's weight, wishing he was strong enough to push him off. "Unless that's my brother back and your head on a plate, I don't want it. Just get off of me, or kill me."

"Now why would I ever want to kill you?" Klaus gave a curious look as if considering the idea before lifting a hand up. "Oh, yes, well I suppose I did suggest it before. But the game has changed. I have your brother in the palm of my hand, and there's nothing you can rightly do about that. And soon I'll have your witch too-"

"You won't get Bonnie, she'd never do what you said."

"Actually, she would. She has nothing left, nothing except for you. If her cooperation is the only thing keeping me from ripping your head off, she'll do whatever I say. I'd just enjoy making this little deal a foursome." The somewhat confused look that Damon gave in return to the proposition caused Klaus to roll his eyes, sitting up straighter. "Not like that, you dirty minded little fool. I just mean we'd make one hell of a team. You're brother, he may have needed a push, but you, you're destructive by nature, you'd make a fantastic ripper. And Bonnie is strong enough to cause as much chaos as she pleases. We could be apocalyptic, the four horsemen if you will. You have no reason to be good, Damon, and you know it. So join us, have your brother, have your girl, and have a little fun. Or, sit here and be miserable. It's your choice."

As Klaus got off of him and he was able to sit up again, Damon slowly began to smile.

Three months earlier...

Irony was a tragic thing, or maybe it wasn't irony, perhaps it was just fate doing what it knew needed to be done. Danger followed Elena wherever she went since her parents died, and Jeremy had died more times than could be kept track of, it was by some amazing feat were both alive. But, only a week after everything seemed to be winding down to normal (with the exception of Stefan's abscence), they were both gone, dead. It wasn't by way a vampire or some other supernatural force, just a car accident, just like their parents. Nothing could be done because there was no preparing for it, Bonnie wasn't getting any more favours from witches either. Elena and Jeremy Gilbert were dead, buried next to their aunt and parents, and now Damon Salvatore and Bonnie Bennett were completely alone.

There hate for each other was gone at the very least, they had gotten closer from the tragedy, but Damon hadn't expected anything to come out of it. Instead, he had decided that he was going to go find Stefan and get his brother back or die trying, because that was all he really had anymore. He didn't care what anyone else in Mystic Falls thought had happened to him, but he told Bonnie, still not thinking that would actually cause a reaction in her. However, as he was preparing to leave he found the small girl standing on his porch with a duffle bag.

"I said bye to Caroline," She looked at Damon's own bag and pointed at it. "Is that all you have or is there something else?"

Damon gave what was the most confused look she had ever seen from him. "What are you doing here?"

Bonnie shrugged and began walking toward his car. "What does it look like? I'm going with you. Stefan's my friend too, I want to help him."

She grabbed onto the door handle and Damon put his hand over her's to stop her from opening it. "You're not doing that. This is your home, it isn't mine anymore. Just...stay." The witch glared, pushing his hand away and opening the door, throwing her bag into the back seats.

"There is nothing left for me here. Whether you like it or not, you're my friend now too. I'm not just going to sit idly and not know if you're alive or dead. Now let's go before Caroline shows up to hug you." Bonnie moved into the passenger's seat, buckling her seat belt and adjusting before shooting him a pointed look to get into the driver's seat. Damon rolled his eyes and obeyed her look, wondering just how eventful this roadtrip was going to be.