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A/N: As always, big massive THANK YOU! Heres another one to show my gratitude.

There was a shrill ringing in my ears but thankfully it was slowly fading away. However, I was gradually being alerted with the raging burn that scorched my mind, driving my thoughts into complete madness. I was also aware of the

My immobilised state made me realised that my hands were tied up. I looked down at the ropes wound around my wrists tightly and digging into my skin when I tried to shift them, only igniting the burning ache.

My heavy breaths now leaving my chattering teeth in panicked gasps but quickly silenced them when I heard something shift in the darkness.

I peeked up and caught a shadows figure at the front driver seat. The moonlight hit the windows, casting light on the ravened tresses.

Damon...

It all came flooding back.

The meeting...texting Charlie...getting on the bike...the shadowed figure on the road...

Damon?

It had been Damon.

Why?

"I know that Stefan!"

The unexpected thundering anger in his voice startled me to shift further into the leather seat, foolishly thinking that I could escape him.

It also frightened me to hear the unanticipated anger seep into his voice. I had heard and seen his frustration but nothing beyond them - well not when he was with me.

"You should be happy - it's me that she's going to hate" he hissed into the phone, thankfully lowering his volume.

I heard the distinctive but muffled voice that I now knew belonged to Stefan.

Was he a part of this too?

"We have to do this! We all have to make sacrifices" Damon growled over the line and I watched as his form shifted in his seat.

Just the slight movement had me moving back further.

Was Charlie okay? Was my mum? Was my grandmother?

Cowardly tears now silently fell down my cheeks and a few hit the leather seat.

A small whimper left me and I whipped my eyes to the windscreen, only to yelp when the cold eyes in his reflection met mine. "Gotta go" he curtly said, still looking at me when snapping the phone shut. "You're awake" he stated, devoid of any emotion.

"Where are we?" I stuttered and tried to push my body up, convincing myself that he wouldn't hurt me. When he didn't answer me, I only grew more frustrated. "Where are you taking me?" my tone now edged with a wavering anger but he remained silent. "Damon…please" I begged, pleading for something.

"This would be easier if you kept quiet" he hissed.

I looked around bewildered at the sight of a deserted road surrounded with forested trees. "What would be easier? What is happening?" I asked frantically whipping my head back to him. He still wouldn't answer me or show any emotion worth reading so I took a inhaled with a silent defeat, slumping my shoulders. "Just promise me my dad is okay" I pleaded

"He's fine" he assured me and I breathed in relief. "There was no need for him"

With that final word, he cut the engine and the car abruptly stopped, still in the middle of nowhere.

I looked around wildly.

Would he kill me now?

He stepped out, slamming the door behind him and then walked around to my side, opened the door and barked, "Get out"

I flinched at the vicious command but tried to do what he said. My tied up state made it difficult so he sneered at me and roughly yanked me out, making me stumble on the unstable ground. He was quick to right me so I wouldn't meet the floor.

"Don't kill me" I whispered, trying to find his eyes but he kept them diverted, almost fearing what would happen if he did look at me.

"I'm not going to kill you"

His attempt of assurance was lost on me. His emphasis on the I did promise that I would die, just not at his hands.

A/N: Poor Bella...it all seems to be going downhill. What is Damon's plan for her?