Thus far their little roadtrip had been uneventful, but perhaps Damon was impatient, it had only been three hours. "The little witch doesn't sleep much, does she?" He thought, glancing at her leaning against the window, eyes closed. She had to have been that way at least fifteen minutes into the ride and she hadn't even mumbled since. "Well, at least now I know how to shut her up." Damon snickered to himself before immediately sighing after. His mood swings could be akin to that of a teenager and that was even more prominent when he was in complete silence. It was bothering him to no end, at least if he woke Bonnie up he would get some decent bickering.
Damon practically smacked the radio to turn it on, and Bonnie shot up in her seat when the beginning of Kashmir began to blare to the point the windows almost rattled. As she began to glare at him with tired eyes Damon turned the volume down, smiling an accomplished smile at her. "Have a nice nap, witchy?"
Bonnie stretched, purposely doing so far enough so that she would hit him in the head as she did. "I was, until you ruined it, and I didn't really take you for the Led Zeppelin type."
"Oh, but the seventies were one of the best decades I've had. The rock concerts always had the best women, stoned and horny from guitar solos, there was a certain spice to their blood that was fantastic. Not that I could ever take too much, because then I would've been staring at a wall for five hours, but they were fun. I guess there's some nostalgia there, though the Zeppelin concerts weren't always the best. Pink Floyd, those were great, whatever those people were smoking I wish I'd had growing up. It would've made my father much more tolerable." Damon was gushing, and it was a moment before he realized the disapproving look coming from the passenger seat. He rolled his eyes, shutting the music completely off again and slinking down a bit. "You should really try being more fun once and awhile."
The witch shifted in her seat, looking out the window. "My definition of fun and the Damon Salvatore definition of fun are a bit different." She straightened up, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye before returning her gaze to the trees going by. "Do you have any idea where we are going, or are we just winging it, because I don't see that being very successful."
Damon turned onto a different exit, giving Bonnie hope that he did have some kind of plan, and the playful glare she got from the vampire erased her doubts. Though, with Damon, she wasn't sure if him knowing what he was doing was a good thing, he wasn't exactly the smartest with his plots and ideas most of the time. His amused tone didn't help matters, either. "Of course I do, I'm not completely stupid. I know a guy, who knows a guy, who knows a girl, who's said she's seen Klaus around Chicago. I figured that would be the best place if any to start. But we're just a little bit out of West Virginia right now, so I figured we could stop for now. Besides, now that I have you, I have another idea in mind."
Bonnie gave an apprehensive look that made him smirk and what seemed like seconds later the car came to a stop. When she looked out they were parked in front of a shabby looking motel, one that she expected was not a place that Damon would've preferred to stay, but would have to do in the middle of nowhere. "Stay here," Damon opened the door, sliding out of the car. "I'll be back in a minute." The door was slammed shut again before she could disagree, and glaring she unclipped her seatbelt and began to shift around to get her bag out of the backseat. As she struggled to grab her belongings she slid out of the front and fell into the backseat, clutching onto her duffel as she did.
She'd just begun to sit back up when she heard the door swing open next to her, causing her to let out a small yelp of surprise. Damon looked into the car and smirked at the sight of her. "A little jumpy, hmm witchy? We have a room, let's go."
Damon grabbed her bag as well as his own as she made her way out of the car, and she gave him a suspicious look as he pulled out a key to one of the front rooms. "You were only in there a minute..." She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms as she followed him. "Are we paying for this room?"
He opened the door to the room, turning as he did to get her a bewildered look. "You think I would pay for this piece of crap?" Smirking he held the door open waiting for her to walk in, and Bonnie rolled her eyes as she made her way into the rather subpar looking motel room. The wallpaper was peeling off (and was incredibly ugly, at that), there wasn't even a television and she was definitely going to be scared to see the bathroom, but none of that was what made her stop in her tracks as the door closed behind her.
"Uh...Damon?"
"Hmm?" He put the key back in his pocket and threw their bags on the carpet next to the door, not looking at the same thing she was.
"Can we get another room? A bigger one, maybe?"
"All of their rooms are the same, Bonnie."
"...Damon. There's one bed."
"Is there?" The vampire finally glanced at the bed, clearly hiding an amused smirk. "Oh well. I could ask for extra pillows if you want to make a barrier away from me."
Bonnie sighed, plopping on the edge of the bed. "Cute. So what new addition to your plan involves me?"
"Well, while you were busy sleeping I made a stop to pick up a few things." Damon picked up his duffle again to sit it on a chair, unzipping it and pulling several things out. The first was a map which he unrolled on the table causing Bonnie to stand up and take a look at it. It looked like a normal U.S. map that he could've bought anywhere, and she was beginning to get the idea already. The second thing he pulled out was a knife, and now she was sure of what he meant. "I may not be able to track Klaus, but with me you can track Stefan."
The witch nodded, bending down to grab a book out of her own bag. Tracking anyone could be difficult if you had no trace of them, but if you had someone related to them by blood, you could get the basic idea of where they were. "Hold still." Grabbing the knife and holding onto Damon's arm, Bonnie muttered a few phases of Latin before slicing into his arm, the blood sliding down onto the map and moving slowly across it. The blood slid from one point of the map completely off of it and onto the table. She furrowed her brow before looking up at Damon, who seemed fairly confused.
"What the hell does that mean?"
Realizing she was still gripping it tightly, Bonnie let go of his arm before shifting around in her stance and answering. "It means we're going to need a bigger map, or a globe maybe. And some passports. They aren't in the country."
