This is a AU story. Vampires are sort of different in this story but what I mean will be made clear in a little while. No Damon in this chapter.

Bonnie was afraid and she couldn't understand what was going on.

She was blinded. The thick material of the blindfold was wrapped tightly around her eyes and ears, making the sounds of a car moving over uneven road and hushed voices muffled and unclear. Her body was splayed in an awkward position, her head against something cool and hard, while her legs were bunched up behind her.

She was in pain.

They had attacked her.

She didn't know who they were or why she was attacked. She was headed home from school, her car got a flat and it had been raining. She had gotten out of her car to check the damage and to call her friend Matt to come help her. Matt had been on his way, but two men showed up and pulled their vehicle up behind hers before he could get there.

Her memory got fuzzy from there. The men had been talking strange, saying things that didn't make a lot of sense. One of them had grabbed her and drug her towards the back of their car, she had fought back, and they had responded with violence and as a result she was rendered unconscious.

So she woke up her, in the back of a vehicle, her body awkward and achy, her head bumping into the side of the car with each sharp turn. She was to afraid to do anything. She was to afraid to move. Fear didn't stop her mind from racing though, searching for a way out of her predicament. Her hands were, free, which she found odd considering they had blind folded her.

Her hands shakily searched the pockets of her cheer jacket for her phone, heart sinking when she felt nothing and remembered she had dropped her phone back on the road in the initial struggle. She swallowed weakly, one plan down, she realized she had to think of another one. She forced herself to listen to the men who had started speaking again, voices not hushed as if they didn't care if she over heard or not.

"You sure she's the one?" One of the men spoke, his voice deep and accented. "She didn't put up much of a fight."

"That's the point, Marco." The other said voice just as accented. "We have to take care of her before she becomes a problem. Our lady has a plan for this world and the seer revealed to her that this girl was the only one that stood in her way of all of our goals. Our lady wants this, so we must do it."

"But an untrained witch? She's a threat to our lady's goal?" He scoffed. "I believe that old bat drank to much."

"You are simpleton, Marco." The other man stated distastefully. "You understand nothing, do you?"

There was silence for a few seconds. "No matter if I understand or not, why not just kill her? If she's such a threat, we could have ended this already instead of driving this far out to some forsaken cave."

"Though untrained and obviously oblivious to her own power, the girl back there is powerful. Her soul is rather. If we were to kill her, her soul would simply be born again into another body and our lady would still be threatened. We are to drop the girl into the Darkest Cave, where her soul once released from the body will never escape."

"What if she escapes this so called Darkest Cave alive?" The other asked skeptically.

A bark of dark laughter filled the car, making Bonnie flinch. "The creatures of the Darkest Cave will see to it that the girl never sees the light of day again."

More silence followed his words. "I've heard of those creatures. You are right, she will never return. Us, on the other hand, will be celebrated. Our lady's favorite, loyalist followers, will no longer be that sorry group of uptight viking witches. We may not have the magic, but we are just as devoted, this will show her this."

The other man sighed. "There is no place for glory in our group. All glory goes to our lady."

"Of course," the other man said somberly.

Bonnie remained silent, almost to afraid to breathe. Witches? Creatures? The Darkest Cave? They weren't making any sense. She just wasn't kidnapped, she was kidnapped by lunatics. Her fear somehow tripled and her body began to shake. A sob escaped her throat.

"She seems to be awake, Jonas."

"Indeed," the other commented, "it matters not, we are almost there. We will have to continue of foot the rest of the way."

And true to his word, the car soon slowed to a rocking stop and car doors opened and closed. Bonnie whimpered and cried out when the back door was pulled open her her legs were grabbed.

"Let me go, let me go," she chanted as she was dragged from the car and onto the ground. She found herself wishing she had removed her blindfold when she had to chance. Her body was lifted and a shoulder dug into her stomach and a hand patted the back of her thigh.

"Don't worry, child, it will be over soon." He laughed. "Just don't fight back to much. I heard the creatures of darkness love when they struggle." Bonnie wiggled and struggled in an attempt of free herself as her blood rushed to her head. "Stop now, girl, I will drop you and knock you unconscious once more and trust me, you're going to want to see what's coming."

Bonnie wasn't exactly sure why she stopped struggling, but she did. The man's threat grabbing her attention in an odd way.

(QTV)

"Remove your fold girl."

Bonnie was disoriented after just being dropped on the ground after more then an hour of being carried up a winding, sloped trail. She sat on her behind, her fingers curled underneath her as she shivered in fear and exhaustion.

Her shaky, dirt covered fingers slowly raised to the fold around her eyes, fingers slipping underneath and pulling upwards. She kept her eyes closed at first, somehow she had found comfort in the darkness, somehow equating not being able to see and being unhurt. But she knew she had to face what was happening to her, so she cracked her eyes open.

Her vision was a blur of colors at first but cleared soon enough for her to see that the two black blobs in front of her were the men. She remembered they both were dressed in black just how they were now, with matching buzz cuts and a single silver ear ring on each of their right ears separately.

She had been expecting them to be grinning like mad. Overcome with demented glee that they finally were about to finish their so-called mission. But they weren't, they looked serious, not regretful or sorry, just serious.

The bigger one pointed behind her. "Down there is your new home, girl, for how ever you manage to survive down there." Her worked his jaw. "This isn't personal." He admitted.

Bonnie couldn't help but glance behind her at the small hole sticking in the center of the gray stone. Her heart began to race and she quickly looked back at the men, her eyes filled with tears.

"Please," she begged, shaking her head, "please don't do this. I'm not who you think I am. I'm not a witch and I don't know who ever your lady is, so I'm no threat to her."

"Marco, drop her down," the other man said. "We have to do this, girl. We hope for your sake, that it is quick."

Bonnie screamed as the smaller man stepped towards her. She fought him off the best she could, clawing and scratching at his reaching arms. He seemed immune to her punches and kicks and was soon lifting her up to the hole. She fought, refused to allow him to put her legs into the hole.

"Why aren't we knocking her out, Jonas?" The man gritted out annoyed as he struggled.

"The very least we can do is give her a chance to survive for a while down there. She should be conscious for that?"

The man snorted. "Because a hundred foot drop wouldn't kill her or knock her out?" One of her legs slipped through the hole. Bonnie screamed again.

"There's water at the bottom," the man explained, "so hold your breath, girl." Just as he said it, Marco twisted her wrist. The pain distracted her from fighting back and she was falling not even a second later.

The man was wrong, Bonnie lost consciousness before her limp body even hit the icy water below.