AN: Hi everyone :) Bonnie and Damon are such a fun pairing to write, and my last story 'Promise to Keep' gave me an idea. I'm not sure where this is going, we'll see :) There will be a lot of Bonnie in the next chapter, this is kind of an introduction to the real story. I really hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Vampire Diaries, LJ Smith does.

Damon POV

Damon was lounging in a tree when he first noticed it. A trace of Power, circling around the trees. Someone had been her recently, and had deliberately left his trace. The pattern was so unnatural –not a straight line heading somewhere, but a line crossing every tree he'd sat in –that he was sure someone wanted to get his attention. Someone powerful. But not as powerful as he was, he smirked and jump down from his branch. After following a few loose trails, he found one that led out of the forest and came out on a big clearing. His eyes scanned the open space, he could feel someone close by and he didn't want to be caught off guard. He noticed someone on the outer edge of the clearing, clearly waiting for him. The figure stepped forward a few steps, and motioned for him to come closer.

He grinned as he recognized the woman standing in front of him. He could see her silvery hair, a shade between blond and white he'd never seen on anyone else, and moved in on her. They were standing at least ten metres away from each other when he halted.

"Dyllis." He said.

She nodded and crossed her arms.

He was getting wary. He'd met her two centuries ago, she was a witch but she'd only just discovered her Powers back then. She looked older now, but not much, and the hatred she'd felt for him seemed to have magnified. Her eyes shot daggers at him and her mouth formed a thin line. He was surprised to see her. He knew that some witches could stay young for a long time, but centuries? He'd never heard about that.

"Bet you didn't expect to see me here, huh?" Dyllis said, twisting a lock of hair around her finger. She didn't let him answer and went on, "You thought I was dead, didn't you? That I was never coming after you. Well, you were wrong."

Damon was confused. "Why are you here?"

Dyllis laughed. "Don't you remember, Damon? What was the last thing I told you when you ruined my life? Think."

He did remember. He'd murdered her whole family. Though it had been self defence. He thought about the last time he'd seen her and her words hit him like a slap in his face. I will find you and you will be sorry. That was what she'd told him. But she was still just a witch. Older and more powerful than before, but still weak compared to himself. His confidence rose.

"So, you found me, now what?"

"Now this." She said.

Nothing happened at first, but then Damon felt something move underneath his feet. Vines were creeping up his shoes. They tightened and tried to hold him in place. He snorted.

He looked down at his shoes, lightly kicked the grass away and freed his feet. "Wow, Dyllis, you sure know how to make me regret everything I've done to you. So, that was it?"

A sudden sharp stab made him gasp.

"Not at all."

Damon turned and saw a woman holding the dagger which was still stuck in his stomach. She smiled devilishly and twisted her weapon. Damon sank to his knees and tried to pull the dagger out of his body. She slapped his hand away and shoved him. That made him lose his balance and he ended up lying on his back. He looked at the woman disbelievingly. The creepers had distracted him and he hadn't heard her approach.

"Dana?"

"You remember me." She said pleased. She smiled at him and bend down to take her dagger back. Damon tried to get up but she stopped him by setting her foot on his throat.

"Not so fast."

She let go when he held still and wiped the dagger clean on the hem of her shirt. She was stronger than he expected, she'd been a frail little thing when he first met her.

"I know." She said, reading his mind, "But I've grown up. And you know how I did that?"

He shook his head.

She bend down next to him until her face almost touched his, he could feel her breath on his cheek.

"I killed." She whispered. "I killed a lot. I learned that from you." She poked his chest with a silver painted fingernail.

Damon had had enough. He'd done so many wrong things, if everyone was suddenly seeking revenge the clearing would be crowded.

"No crowd tonight, boy. Just us three." Dana said, and she waved Dyllis closer.

Damon looked at his stomach and was surprised to see that the cut Dana had made was still there.

"Yes, that's a little trick we did." Dana said. Her constant answering his thoughts was getting annoying, but he decided that it was safer not to comment on that.

"What do you mean, a trick?"

"You may be a bad boy, Damon, but you're nothing next to me and Dyllis. We spent years being miserable after you ruined everything we had, but after a few decades the sadness turned into something else. We took our time, but we're stronger than ever now, stronger than you."

Damon swallowed. He was usually pretty good at talking himself out of trouble, but he didn't immediately see a way out of this. Dana seemed to like explaining everything, so he decided to keep her talking.

"So what's the trick?" He said, not sounding as casual as he intended to.

"I'm sure you'll find out soon." Dyllis said. "You guess, and we'll say if you're right."

"I'll give you a hint." Dana said. Damon tried to squirm away when he saw her lifting the dagger but Dyllis kicked him and shouted at him with her mind. Don't!

Dana held the dagger's point against his chest and traced it across his skin with a wicked smile. Damon clenched his jaw. He lifted his head a little to look at the cut. Blood had welled up and was now trickling down his sides. And nothing else happened. Nothing else happened.

"I'm not healing!"

Dana's laugh filled the clearing. "Exactly!"

He swung his arm at her but she quickly moved out of his reach. Not a second later, Damon felt a shock run through his body. He gasped at its force and looked at Dyllis. Unlike Dana, she didn't laugh at his pain. She was glaring at him, wanting him to hurt, but not feeling pleasure when he did.

"I suggest you don't try that again," She said, "Because I can do much worse than that."

He began to panic. All this time, he'd been certain that he would somehow be able to stop them. He began to think that it wouldn't be easy.

Dana smiled and he put up a blank wall to hide his thoughts. She yanked his black shirt up and ran her fingertips over his chest. He turned his head to the side, looking for branches or anything else that could be laying beside him. Then he noticed that Dyllis was watching his every move and he stopped, remembering what her shock had felt like. He kept searching for an escape, being more subtle about it now, trying to ignore the small cuts Dana was making. She kept tearing his skin, delighted that their trick worked and that nothing healed. He felt it, of course, but he could take it. He wouldn't show her his pain.

She didn't like that. After some time she stopped her little game and scowled at him.

"I'm not hurting you." She said, almost sounding like a pouting child. "Don't you know how much you hurt me? I'll show you how much it hurt!" She screeched.

Her face changed and her fangs became visible, she bit down hard in his side. This time he couldn't keep quiet, though he tried, and a groan escaped his lips. She laughed, lifting her head up to look at him, and bit him somewhere else. Her chin was smeared with blood and she licked her lips.

"You're just as delicious as you look." She grinned.

Damon looked at her, she was disgusting. Being bitten by another vampire was a disgrace, and it wasn't like Damon to be humiliated like that. His sides hurt, but he was pretty sure he could get up, the only thing holding him down was the thought of Dyllis's shocks.

Dana grew tired of biting him and sucking his blood. She got up and kicked his side.

"Roll over!" She yelled, and after a few more kicks, he did. She bit him once more and then found something else. She placed four fingers next to each other and slowly ran them along his back, following his spine. A trace of blood followed her nails and Damon's breathing sped up. She repeated the pattern numerous times, crisscrossing his back. Sometimes she followed the same pattern twice, pressing her nails even deeper into his flesh.

There was no fight left in Damon. He hadn't been able to find an escape, he'd lost blood and he was hurting. Would they kill him? He hadn't even thought about that before, but it gave him new energy. The moment Dana paused, he yanked out from under her with a cry, wildly swinging his arms around. He didn't get far before he fell down, incapacitated by a particularly strong shock coming from Dyllis. She and Dana walked over and watched him close his eyes. Dana poked him and waited for a reaction. He didn't have the energy to move and ignored her.

"Look what you did! He's no fun anymore." Dana told Dyllis. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head up to look at his face. She dropped him when his eyes stayed closed and sighed.

"I wanted him to be in pain." She said.

"Believe me, he was." Dyllis told her. "You did a good job, he was sorry." She added, which seemed to please Dana.

"Good. And if he lives, we can come back sometime and do it again." She said, licking her lips.

"Yes, we can." Dyllis said, and she nudged Dana, "you can go on, I'll follow. I want to make sure the spell still works."

Dana hesitated but left, and Dyllis knelt down next to Damon.

"Don't think I'm doing this to save you," She spat at him, "I hope you hurt and I wouldn't mind if you died. You hurt me and laughed because I was as weak as a human, well now it's you who won't heal fast. The spell will fade, but not very soon."

She straightened and turned to follow Dana into the woods.

"If she ever wants to come back, I won't stop her." She yelled over her shoulder.

Damon couldn't concentrate on what she was saying. Everything hurt. That last shock had weakened his muscles and he could barely move. He needed help, and he hated it. He, Damon Salvatore, needed help. The first name that popped into his mind was Bonnie. She was kind, and she was a witch, she had to help him. Grunting, he dragged himself in the direction of her house.

AN: That was the first chapter. I hope you'll stick around to read the next chapters, too :)

Coming up: We'll get to know Dyllis a bit better, and Bonnie ends up with a wounded Damon..

Don't forget: Reviews make me happy and since it's the first chapter, I'd like to know what you thought about it :) Please?