Bonnie had never felt this way before. At the moment, she felt as if she was floating, like her body was lifeless. It was a pretty comforting feeling like she could move without restriction or without thinking twice about what she would do tomorrow or in a few minutes for that matter. In her moments of calm serenity, she felt as if she could think clearly for the first time. Her life had become about survival and nothing more. She didn't have time to think about homework or cheerleading that would be right around the corner. Instead she kept watching her back, wondering if today would be the day that she would lose her life. Her mind began to linger to her father. Sometimes she wondered if he would be happier being ignorant to her obvious magical ability, or if he would be happier she had passed on if he was forced to come to terms with it. Ever since her mother left them to pursue God knows what with her own magical abilities, he has never hid the fact that he thinks it's rebellious and dangerous. 'Magic will have no place in my household!' is one of the phrases he loves to repeat on a daily basis, Bonnie thought in her carefree comfort. Little does he know that she practices magic in her bedroom when he's still at work. He would be furious if he ever found out.

Through her comforting haze, she began to hear another voice that gave her comfort. Maybe it was because it seemed familiar…or maybe it was because the person was talking very kindly…she didn't really know. However, she could still make out what the voice was saying.

"Why won't you wake up", the voice was saying, "Don't you know that we need you little witch?"

There was a slight pause. "Bonnie…you need to wake up. You have a lot of people to live for. And I swore I would protect you. And although you can be annoying as hell sometimes and you hate my guts, surprisingly I actually care about you. So, I think you should wake up for everyone in your life."

Bonnie began to feel confused. Where was she anyway and why was this person talking to her like she was….dead? Bonnie began to feel her panic break the comfort that had surrounded her. Am I in a coma or something she thought to herself. All she knew was that she had to get out of it – and fast!

Warmth began to fill her mind and her thoughts. She closed her eyes and began to focus on the heartbeat of power she felt near her heart. Her magic pumped through every inch of her – from her toes all the way up into her mind. She grasped on tightly to that power and began to unleash it, feeling it release completely and healingly into every inch of her body. Slowly but surely, she began to feel very strong and could feel the comforting peace slip away from her. She knew she would see that familiar face very soon.

Her eyelids began to flutter as she adjusted to light around her. Bonnie hadn't realized how dimly lit her moment of comfort had truly been. When she began to wake up, she began to notice how her body slightly ached and how tired she felt. However, she could feel someone gripping her hand and quickly let it go. When she looked over, she saw Damon was right next to her bed side. Damon…well life is full of surprises Bonnie thought to herself. However, before it flickered away, she saw how pleased and relieved he looked.

"Bonnie", Damon said, "I'm glad you're still alive. Do you feel strong enough to talk?"

Another surprise; he was actually concerned about her. She began to wonder if he was that familiar voice she had heard before. "Yeah…I think I'm up for it."

"Okay good", Damon said while finally drawing his eyes away from hers, "Katherine called after you passed out. It seems like she has gained control over your powers. Do you know how she could have become capable of this?"

Bonnie began to panic. "She-she did what? How is that even possible?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out. Do you have any idea of how she could pull this off?"

Bonnie thought for a moment. "As far as I know, and Emily knew as well, the ability to gain that kind of control is a myth-"

"However", Bonnie said when she noticed Damon look back at her, "I think I remember reading in Grams' diary that there is a legend about a certain ring called The Scarlet Rose. If I'm remembering correctly…The Scarlet Rose could be used to harness any witches' power if you had an object that they hold dear to their heart. And as long as you had the ring on you then you could do as you pleased. The last owner had hid it somewhere deep in Salem where no one could find it. Not only that but it's believed to be a legend so I doubt that's how she was able to hurt me.

"And if Emily didn't mention it in her grimiore, then I doubt that it actually exists", Bonnie said. "My Grams was just fascinated with legends of witches like that."

"Okay", Damon said after he had heard everything Bonnie had said. "I'm going to start working with Stefan to see what we can come up with. I'll keep in touch to let you know if we find anything else. Until then, just recover and we'll figure out what to do later."

He started to walk before he said, "And Bonnie?"

"Yes?"

"Katherine threatened your life. I'm not going to stop until I take that bitch down."

Bonnie could hear the loyalty emanating from his voice. "I know Damon…I know."