A/N: So here it is, the next chapter in the escapade of awesomeness that is this story. Read/Review/Enjoy!

Trapped

"Alohomora! Damn it! Alohomora! Damn it!"

Shit. What the fuck happened? Where am I? And who is the hell is making all that noise? I groaned as I tried to sit up, my head feeling like it was on fire. It didn't help that some random red-head was yelling inaudible Latin at the wall like his life depended on it.

"Could you be any fucking louder? Who the hell are you?" I asked. He jumped. He must have forgotten I was there.

"Um, Ron Weasley."

"The wizard?"

"Yup." Why me?

"What the fuck happened to me? Where the hell are we?"

"Bloody hell if I know. Some crazy fangirl gave me a love potion. It wasn't very strong so it wore off, but then the bloody bitch hit me across the head with a frying pan and stuffed me in here. Alohomora! Damn it!"

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm trying to open the door!"

"Have you, I don't know, tried the handle," I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"It's locked."

"Oh yeah because you're only a wizard and you only have magical powers."

"They took my wand."

"You let them take your wand?"

"Says the vampire who's been unconscious for the last three hours."

"Touché. You know who I am?"

"Yup. You're from Mystic Falls, right? Alohomora! Damn it! I heard some girls talking about you."

"Vervain chick." It was all coming back to me. I had been stabbed by something. It must have been laced with vervain. That would explain everything. But just who exactly was this girl, and how did she know about me? She was human, I was sure. An explanation for that would be nice, but more importantly, I needed blood and fast. My only option wasn't perfect, but he'd have to do.

"Hold still."

"Why?"

"I'm going to suck your blood."

"What? No!"

"Don't fight me fire crotch."

"Stand back or I'll make you sorry." He threatened meekly.

"You and what wand?"

"Bloody hell."

"Exactly." And with that said, I bit down on his neck.

His blood tasted disgusting. Wizard blood was terrible. I avoided it when I could. I only took what I needed. I didn't want any more of that blood in my veins than necessary. It was worse than the squirrel diet my brother kept.

"See not so bad." I couldn't help but notice the obvious bulge in his pants. I smirked.

"I just want to make something very clear, I am not gay." He stated, blushing scarlet.

"It's okay. I have that effect on people; men and woman alike." I extended my hand. "Damon Salvatore."

"Pleasure." Oh the irony. "What now?"

"That's easy. We break out."

"How?"

"We make a plan, duh." He really was as thick as they say.

"I tried. There's no way out."

"You've tried. I haven't."

"Alright Mr. Perfect, let's hear your ideas then."

"Now we're getting somewhere." I smirked.

A/N: The next chapter will be posted later this week. Trust me, it's worth waiting for.