At first thing he noticed was the lull of voices somewhere in the distance before him, but dark murkiness still held him tightly. What had happened? He couldn't remember… something about the grill? Yes, that was it!

A group of teenagers entered the grill with their cocky smiles and obnoxiously loud voices. He hadn't paid much attention to them at first but they had been eyeing him the whole night so he began to feel a little uneasy. Perhaps it was time for him to snap some necks; no one would miss these delinquents anyway.

It wasn't until that girl entered that he realized something bad lurked in the air. She was thin and tall, walking with a sway as she gracefully pushed the door open and strewed towards the table of rowdy teens. They all quieted upon seeing her and smiled. Menacing smiles, like the menacing air that seemed to be expelled from the very pores of the girl. She had blonde hair and blues eyes, the perfect picture of a prom queen. "The perfect bitch who always wins," Damon thought with a small smile. But she was bad news and he could tell simply from looking at her. She was a witch – this kind of power only came from powerful, evil witches and Damon felt an icy chill run up his spine.

He had decided to leave the grill early; Stefan would want to hear of the girl and her "minions" before they had a chance to stir up any trouble. He had left quickly, ducking out as the group of kids received their drink orders, but he knew that they watched as he exited. He reached the edge of the parking lot where the lights no longer cast their friendly glow and began to venture out into the darkness when he felt it.

It hadn't hurt, but was rather unpleasant. He suddenly felt vulnerable and weak. As he swayed, regaining his footing, he glanced over his shoulder to see Witch Bitch, her hands extended towards him with her palms out. She mumbled and as she did so he felt his senses dimming and his strength diminishing. A panic began to set in and acid had crept its way up the back of his throat, yet somehow he put on a coy face and walked forward in her direction (careful to keep his steps strong and breathing even as he felt fear rise within his gut).

"Hey honey," he said with a smile, walking closer. She frowned and finished her mumbo jumbo muttering before returning his smile saying, "Nope dear, it should be goodbye honey!" Then something had hit him from the back. As he flew through the air, propelled by the force of a blue S.U.V., his only thought was wondering how in the world he did not hear the car as it approached his back. This thought flashed in the forefront of his mind as he collided with a concrete barrier and fell into the drainage ditch. As an unbelievable agony spread throughout his entire body, he was instantly granted the respite offered by darkness as it melted down his vision.

So what do you think guys? I know it's short but let me know what your initial thoughts are. Should I continue? What did the witch do to Damon (beside hit him with a car)? Any Ideas for the next chapter?

JustAnotherSensitiveArtist