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When Damon woke up, he couldn't move. He tried to move around, but it was impossible. He felt that his wrists were bound together around something that felt like metal behind his back. He looked down. His feet were bound as well.

He tried to gather power to break the ropes around him. But, for some reason, he couldn't call up any of his power. He looked around. He wasn't surprised to find that he was surrounded by weeds of vervain. There were actually pieces of vervain taped to his body!

Since he very obviously couldn't free himself, he looked around at the place he was in. It was a small, square room with white tiles and white walls. It was void of any furniture except for a chair situated a few feet in front of him- like a confrontation room.

Looking around the room, Damon started feeling really angry. She was NOT going to get away with this. Especially with the fact that the tape from the vervain was definitely going to ruin his leather jacket.

That's when Bonnie walked into the room. She had changed out of her jacket; she was wearing a simple black shirt now. She still had on her black jeans and boots with who knows how many weapons stuffed inside it.

"I see you're awake," she said to Damon with distaste. Damon hadn't noticed the pure hatred in Bonnie's eyes before…it confused him. But he was too angry himself to acknowledge it.

"Vervain coated dagger…that's smart." Damon said referring to the healed wound on his chest where Bonnie had thrown the dagger.

Bonnie didn't say anything; she just took the seat in front of him and kept looking at him with her eyes full of hatred and anger.

Finally she spoke. "How about this? I let you go after I ask you some questions, and then we don't have to see each other ever again."

"How about no?"

After he said this he heard footsteps of someone coming down. Then he heard an unfamiliar male voice, "Bonnie?"

"Fine. Have it your way." With this Bonnie got up and left the room, closing the door behind her. Damon heard her speak to the other guy and then heard then go back upstairs.

Damon looked down at the ropes on his feet, and violently started to work his way out of them.

Bonnie heard Mark come downstairs, so she left Damon to go meet him. She had a problem at hand.

"Mark, we have a problem."

"What?"

"Not here, let's go upstairs. I don't want him to hear."

"Oh okay. Let's go."

Once they were upstairs and Bonnie was sure Damon wouldn't be able to hear them, she told Mark what the problem was.

"So what happened?" Mark asked, concerned.

"I'm all out of vervain, and the vervain on Damon is drying up. I'm afraid that in few hours he'll be able to use his powers."

"Oh, that's okay; I have some extra back at my place,"

"You do? Since when?"

"Yea, I keep them for emergencies like this one. Want me to go get it?"

"Yes! Thanks Mark, you're a lifesaver!"

Mark grinned at her and Bonnie smiled back. Mark was always so helpful. She honestly didn't know what she would to do without him. But then Marks' grin faded into a frown.

"What?" Bonnie asked, confused.

"I don't want to leave you here alone. What if he unties himself?"

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "I can take care of myself, don't be worried. Besides, I'm pretty sure Damon won't kill me."

Mark raised one of his eyebrows. Bonnie responded to that by pulling out her Bokken from her right boot leg and saying, "Well, he can try," with a wicked smile on her face.

"That's my girl," Mark said smiling back Bonnie, "Well, I should get going then." Mark started grabbing a few weapons and headed for the front door. "Be back in an hour." He called over his shoulder as he reached for the door.

"Bye." Bonnie locked the door and went upstairs to take a shower.

After a quick shower, Bonnie put on a pair of clean sweats and a plain shirt. She decided that she would grab her Bokken and go pay a visit to Damon. She went down to the living room to look for her Bokken. 'Thought I'd left it here…' she thought when it wasn't on the couch.

That's when Bonnie got one of weird intuitions, 'You're not alone…'

It was too late. Iron hard hand closed tightly around Bonnie's throat, making it hard to breathe. She felt Damon's lips at her ears, "Pay-back time…"

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