We stand in an awkward silence for a minute; Bonnie's just looking back and forth between Damon and me. "She can come in, but you can't," she says, only looking at me. I look at my companion but he just backs away and shrugs. "Public Enemy Number One," he says with a smile. "I'll give you a ride wherever you're heading once you're done with the witch." I'm kind of thrown for a split second. I hadn't done anything to warrant him offering me a ride back, especially when he said earlier he had other things to do today. I got the feeling Damon wasn't known for the good things he did for others. "Sure, thanks."

Bonnie finally opens the door wide enough for me and I step through. She looks at me curiously as I step over the threshold but once I'm over it she visually calms. She's polite and asks if I'd like a drink or anything but I decline. This was strictly business, I'm not here on a social call to make friends.

Once the pleasantries were out of the way Bonnie brought me into her dining room and we sat opposite each other at the table. "What is it you need my help with? Damon wasn't very forthcoming when he called."
"Right. Well… I need to stop anyone being able to track me by magic. You can do that right?" The brunette looks at me curiously. "Are you here to cause trouble?" she asks me calmly.
"The opposite actually, I'm hoping to keep out of trouble's way." Bonnie smiles slightly, like a load had been taken off her shoulders. "So, anyway. Could you like, scramble my signal or… I don't know make me wear something that blocks it?" She slides a big heavy book in front of her from the middle of the table and begins flicking through the pages.

"Do you have anything that is kind of personal to you on you by any chance?" she says, not looking up from the old tattered book. I look down at myself quickly to assess myself. My hand instantly goes to the small cross chain that Angel had given me so long ago. Although we aren't close, this necklace reminds me of all that I've been through and in a way, takes me back to a time when things were nowhere near as difficult.

I sigh as I slide it in front of Bonnie and she finally looks up at me. I must have a forlorn look plastered across my face because her voice softens a little when she talks next. "I'll put a charm on the necklace so that it'll deter spells connected to locating. Is that ok?" I smile up at her and tell her that's perfect. I sit and watch while she works her mojo. I didn't even pretend to understand a single thing she was doing or saying but within a few about five minutes Bonnie said she was done. I outstretch my hand to take the piece of jewellery from her and our hands skim as she passes it to me. Bonnie wretches her had away and cradles it.

"Wow," she says, standing up from her chair and blinking whole bunch of times. "That was intense." Well what kind of thing did you say to that? I didn't have a clue what had just happened. The only explanation I could come to was that Bonnie had felt something when she touched my hand. Maybe she sensed that I wasn't completely human.

"You're not a regular human." Well. That answered that question. "I felt your energy, your.. power." Bonnies looking at me with a mix of curiousness, confusion and anxiety all rolled into one. "I'm sorry, it's kind of rude I know but I can't help it. Sometimes I just get a feeling of someone when I touch them for the first time." I stand slowly in case she's wary of me.

"I'm not here to hurt anyone. I'm a good guy," I say backing away. I turn and head towards the front door and I hear the witch following. "Thank-you Bonnie, for letting a complete stranger into your home and doing this for me, I can give you some money if you want?" She just waves the comment away though. "Come by the Grill sometime and I'll buy you a drink," I say politely as I open the door and step outside.
"Oh, I'm not old enough to drink."
"Right. Well I'll still buy you one if you want it." That was completely awkward. I guess I wasn't a very good judge when it came to people's ages and now I was encouraging underage drinking. I wave slightly with a tight smile as Bonnie says good-bye and I stalk off down the steps muttering to myself and pinching the bridge of my nose.

I slide into Damon's idling car without a word and he pulls away from the curb. "You get what you came for?" he asks.
"Yup," I reply, popping the P as I put the necklace back in its rightful place around my neck. "I'm all blocked up on the magical front, now I just hope I haven't left a huge trial leading right to me." I sigh and lean against the window in silence for a few minutes. I hear a phone beeping and then notice Damon bring out his phone and I guess read a text. Damon is thankfully quiet during the drive and it's only then when I realise that he hasn't said a word that I realise I haven't even told him where to drop me off. I sit up straighter and take in my surroundings.

"I thought you'd have more questions to ask me and me of you, so we'll talk over drinks. Stefan and I like to know who's living in our dainty little town." I suppose that's fair enough really. It couldn't hurt to find out a bit more of these mysterious brothers either though.

After a short moments we pulled up to a huge house. "So what's this place?" The first impression I got of the place when it loomed over us in the car was that it was one of the old types of bar places that was tucked just on the outside of town that only the locals knew about, a 'hidden gem' type of deal.

"It's mine and Stefan's place," he stated coolly. We got out of the car and I'm pretty sure my jaw was dragging across the gravel as I followed Damon to the huge front door. "This is your house?" I ask as we step inside. Whoa. Damon carries on straight through the house and hurry to catch up. "You actually live here," I say trying to take everything in at once. The house was so.. grand!

When Damon finally stops were in a room that I suppose you'd call the library. I'm turning on the spot when I stop to find Damon right in my face. "Sit, have a drink." He goes and sits down with his own drink and I follow suit.