He woke up, gasping for air that he felt like he didn't need. And he was thirsty. Very thirsty. The lights around him seemed like they were too bright, but they weren't lights at all. It was the sun, pouring in from the cityview window of his hotel suite. And - there was that pesky thirst again. It burned hard in his throat, and his gums as well as his teeth ached for something that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Not to mention the fact that he couldn't remember what had happened the night or day before. It felt like a hangover, but infinitely worse, and that craving for that something he couldn't place was getting stronger by the second. Which, only a few had gone by since the moment he woke up.

He runs a hand through his hair, and looks on the bedside table for the hotel phone, his intent to order room service. He finds a mug sitting on top of what looked like a note, and he quickly slips the note out from under the mug, supposing that the mug held coffee and intending to drink it after he read about whatever had happened to him the night before. The note looked like it had been written by Nate, which was a slight relief, but the content of the note is what shocked him.

Drink this, but close the curtains on the window first.

You're gonna start remembering things, mostly things I wanted you to forget, or didn't want you to know in the first place.

You're also gonna start being really hungry. Feed big once every three nights or small every night.

Don't go out during the day. Don't give in to the urge to kill. Don't hurt Blair or Serena.

Avoid hunters. Dan is a hunter.

And the most important rule of all: don't get found out.

When you have yourself in control, come to Mystic Falls, Virginia and ask for the Salvatores.

You were my best friend. That's why I did this. Try to understand that.

-Asher (aka, Nate)

It was confusing, to say the least, and he wonders if Nate was playing one of his many practical jokes on him. That notion was thrown out the window when he picks up the mug and looks inside it. He feels something under his eyes, like blood rushing through his veins, and his teeth ache more and more. The mug was filled with blood.

Needless to say, Chuck Bass was in for one hell of a wake up call.