A/N: It has been a long time, but I really would like to continue this story know that it is summer break. Because so much has happened in the show since I originally decided to post this story, it is going to take a whole other approach. I want to tie it in with the last few chapters of the season so I can incorporate the season finale into it, which might make things a little confusing at first. I really want to incorporate Damon's werewolf bite. Things may not match up perfectly so bare with me. This chapter takes place as Elena and Elijah are out talking. Damon has discovered our main character out in the woods earlier in the morning… hope it's not too confusing…. Enjoy!

I'm dead. I have to be. There is no way that I could have lived through the pain that I felt rip through my body. There is darkness all around me and I know when I open them I will probably be six feet under, either that or in Hell. Right now, I am not really sure what is worse.

As my eyelids part, I see dim light, stonewalls, and bars—metal bars all around me. Maybe I'm in prison. It wouldn't surprise me, but somehow I doubt it.

"Good morning starshine." A man's voice echoes off the walls, and I see him sitting on a chair outside the cell I am confined in, elbows on his knees. His cool blue eyes burn into me with a look that does not match his greeting, but despite their glare I can see worry and fatigue behind them. I clear my throat of the grogginess that has formed and ask the obvious.

"Wh-Where am I."

A cocky smile that does not reach his eyes spreads across his lips.

"Now is not the greatest time to be asking questions. I neither have the time nor the desire to answer them." He stands up from his chair and approaches the door to the cell I am in. He undoes the lock and I go to sit up. It is then that I realize that I can't. My arms are chained to the bench that I am laying on. I can't move.

"What the hell?" I mutter to myself. Then looking at him, "What is going on?"

"Again with the questions." He says, annoyance lacing his words. He enters the cells and shuts the door behind him. Now he stands directly across from me. "I am the one that needs to be asking the questions. We can even start with the easy questions if you want."

He pauses and then when I don't respond continues.

"You can start by telling me why you are here."

Wanting to know the answer to that same exact question, I respond, "You can start by answering the same exact question."

Before I know it, his hand flies into the air and against the side of my face. The impact on my cheek stings, and I gasp.

"I told you I don't have time for this," his face is hardened and his voice sharp. "If you don't start giving me some answers you're going to be very sorry. Now lets try this again. Why are you here?"

He looks at me expecting an answer, an answer I can't give him. I don't know why I am here in this cell. I hardly know why I am here in Mystic Falls, besides an old man's word that I could find help here and the gut instinct that he was right—both of which were obviously entirely wrong.

"Are you serious right now?" I wasn't going to be weak and let this guy just walk all over me. The cocky tone I took was probably going to be a bad idea, but at the moment I couldn't care less. "I already told you I don't know why I am here. Your guess is as good as mine, better even since it seems that you put me here. I really don't know what the hell you want from me."

The moment I said these things, I knew it was a mistake. The look in his eyes wasn't just one of annoyance or anger. It was a look of pure hate. For some reason this man hated me, hated my existence. The look in his face was proof.

His hand went into his pocket and he pulled out what looked like dried leaves. He came towards me.

"Lets start with a different question then, shall we?" His eyebrows rose at his question and a small smirk appeared on his lips. "Where are the rest of your little wolf friends? Did you come here with a pack? Are you meeting someone here? I know you don't usually travel alone."

"Wolf friends?"

"Yes, wolf friends. Other mutts like you," he spat out.

"I have no idea what you are—"

Before I could finish my sentence, he took the plant in his hand and slammed it against my neck. The pain that I felt then was second only to the pain that I felt the night before in the woods. His grip tightened around my throat and the plant burned into my skin.

"Please!" I screamed. "Please, I don't know! I don't know!"

"Tell me why your here and it will stop," he whispered angrily in my ear as his hand clenched tighter around my throat. "All I need is a reason your here, even if it's a name. Who else is here? Who are you traveling with?"

"I'm not traveling with anyone," I sobbed. "I-I don't know why I'm here. All I know is that I was suppose to meet someone, that they would help me."

His lips moved closer to my ear and his hand loosened a bit, a glimpse of the freedom I could obtain if I answered his questions.

"Who is it," he asked.

"Jules," I managed to say through my tears. "Her name is Jules. That's all I know."

Instead of the pain going away like he had promised, it intensified. His eyes grew red and the veins around them stood out black against his skin, and I could have sworn fangs appeared in his mouth. The man slammed my head against the wall and shoved the plant in his hand into my mouth.

My screams echoed against the stonewalls and I knew I was going to die.

Meanwhile…..

I stood outside the boarding house for less then five seconds before Stefan answered the door. Disappointment washed over his face when he opened the door and saw that it was me.

"Gosh Stefan, don't look so excited to see me." I rolled my eyes as I stepped past him into the house.

"Sorry Caroline," he responded. "I was hoping that it was Elena."

"She's not here?" I asked worriedly. "I couldn't get ahold of anyone so I figured she would be here. She isn't answering her phone and yours keeps going straight to voicemail."

The look on Stefan's voice was one of pure worry.

"Is everything ok?"

"Not really, but is it ever," he laughed uncomfortably. "Let me get you something to drink and I will fill you in."

Stefan walked into the kitchen and I retreated into the living room taking a seat on the couch. He returned with a glass of what tasted like O negative.

Stefan proceeded to fill me in on all things Elena. I couldn't get a hold of her because she was currently with Elijah, who she had just brought back to life. Neither of the brothers was taking this new development well, obviously.

"So if you stopped Damon from going after her, where is he, " I asked when he didn't appear during our conversation.

"That is where things get even more interesting," he said. "Damon is downstairs dealing with a new werewolf problem."

At that remark I gasped. Part of me hoped that the "new" werewolf problem was that Tyler had returned. The other part of me, the part that recognized the tone with which he said "problem", prayed that Tyler was no where near Damon at this moment.

"What werewolf problem," I asked hesitantly.

"Early this morning Damon apparently found an abandoned vehicle right outside of Mystic Falls. About a hundred yards into the woods he found a girl. She was missing most of her clothes and pretty banged up."

"Last night was a full moon," I interjected.

"Exactly. In her car, he found a print out of directions to Mystic Falls. She was definitely headed here for some reason, but we don't know why. Damon is downstairs with her now." Stefan looked uneasily at the cellar door.

"We don't know if she is bad, though." I reminded him quickly. "Innocent until proven guilty, right?"

"Sure, Caroline." He sounded defeated. "I told Damon to go easy, but he is pretty upset that I stopped him from going after Elena when she left with Elijah. Plus you know how he feels about werewolves right now."

No sooner had he said this than a blood-curdling scream sounded from below us. Underneath the sounds of the screams came Damon's low angry voice shouting back.

Instinctively, I stood up. Stefan remained sitting.

"Stefan! You're just going to sit there and listen to that?"

"I've already fought with him once today, Caroline. It's not worth it to do it again." He looked resigned and worried.

"You have got to be kidding me," I huffed as I turned towards the cellar door. Despite Stefan's protests from the couch, I headed towards the door, threw it open, and ran downstairs.

When I got to the bottom, I saw Damon with one hand against a young girls throat, the other holding a fist full of wolfsbane, covering her mouth. The girl was screaming and tears were ruling down her cheeks. Then her bright green eyes locked with mine as though pleading for my help.

Within seconds I was inside of the cell pulling Damon's hand that held the wolfsbane away from the girls mouth.

"Damon! What the hell," I screamed.

He whirled around to face me and as he did, his other hand left the girls throat. Without Damon pinning her to the wall, she fell to the ground.

"What?" Damon snarled at me, his eyes red with rage and thirst.

"What did she do that she deserved that?" I yelled into his face.

"She came to Mystic Falls," he responded, his words full of the hate that he had for the whole race.

"That doesn't mean that she is here to hurt anyone!"

"She is here for Jules!"

"I don't care," I said. "Do you think if Elena was here she would be okay with this?"

"I don't really give a damn what Elena would want," Damon said. "Incase you haven't heard, she is already making stupid-ass decisions that are putting her in danger."

"Get out." I said, trying to stay calm after his last comment.

"What?" He asked with a hint of laughter in his voice. "This is my house. You can't tell me to—"

"I don't care," I roared. "You have no idea what this girl's situation is Damon. If she's not giving you answers, she might not know the answers. Now go upstairs or something."

Amazingly he didn't say a word as he stormed out of the cell and up the stairs. I turned to see the girl on the ground, rubbing her throat and gasping for air on the ground. I bent down and looked her in the face.

"Are you okay?" I asked quietly.

"Y-yes," she coughed out. "What the hell was wrong with his eyes?"

"He's a vampire," I responded. I watched her stare at me dumbly at me as I got up and left—locking the cell behind me.

A/N: Before anyone comments about inconsistencies, I know that there is no way it could be a full moon the night before and be a full moon again a few nights later… but that's the only way I could fit it all together. It will get less sketchy I promise. Hehe.

Hope you liked it