The Search Begins
Stefan was sitting on the steps of the Salvatore Boarding House when he saw Bonnie and a man he didn't recognize walking toward him. Every time Stefan looked at Bonnie he couldn't help but think back to the first time he saw her. Bonnie had been so genuine and so kind that Stefan couldn't help but like her immediately. Stefan wondered if he hadn't met Elena would he have fallen in love with Bonnie? Maybe.
When Bonnie and the man reached Stefan he noticed she was breathing heavily.
"Did you run all the way here?" Stefan asked.
"Yeah." Bonnie gasped.
Stefan stood up. "Elena's inside, let's go in and talk."
Bonnie and Kol sat across from Stefan and Elena. All of them looked worried except for Kol, who looked down right cheery.
"So when you came home Damon wasn't here?" Bonnie asked.
"No." Stefan answered. "When Damon left the ball he said he was going straight home. Elena and I went to your house to see if you had made it home. Your Grams answered the door and said she had heard you come in so we went back to the boarding house. The door was wide open and Damon wasn't home."
"Why were you guys checking up on me?" Bonnie asked.
Elena spoke up. "There was a woman at the ball who was found dead."
"My God!" Bonnie exclaimed.
"She looked a lot like you Bonnie, and I was worried that something had happened to you too." Elena said. "When your Grams said you were home I felt relieved, but then this happened."
Bonnie could tell this night was weighing heavily on Elena's nerves, she really did care about Damon.
"Is there any chance that Damon could be at a bar right now?" Bonnie asked. "Maybe we're jumping to conclusions."
"I don't think so." Stefan said.
Kol who had been silent during all this finally spoke up. "If you want to find him I know a way."
"What?" Bonnie asked.
"Tracking spell, it will tell us where Damon is even if he's being moved. All we need is a map and blood from a relative," Kol stared at Stefan, "that would be you."
"Are you a witch?" Elena asked.
"No, vampire, but I was a witch when I was alive and I did learn a few nifty tricks."
Stefan and Elena stared at each other bemused, and Bonnie couldn't blame them.
"Let's get started shall we?" Kol said.
Later Kol, Bonnie, and Elena were sitting at the dinner table. Kol was teaching Bonnie the incantations for the spell. Stefan came into the room with an old map in one hand and a knife in the other.
"Now that we have everything we need, let's begin. Are you ready Bonnie?" Kol said.
"Yeah." Bonnie answered without confidence.
Kol took Bonnie's hand in both of his. "You can do it, you just have to trust yourself. Self-doubt is a witch's worst enemy."
Bonnie nodded and took a breath as Stefan placed the map on the table. From Kol's direction Stefan sliced his hand with the knife and let his blood drip on the map.
"Phasmatos Tribum Nas Ex Veras, Sequita Saguines, Ementas Asten Mihan Ega Petous." Bonnie chanted.
The others watched as the blood pooled together making a big red dot that began moving on the map. The red dot finally stopped on a space outside of Mystic Falls. Bonnie stopped chanting and looked at the dot.
"Why would Damon leave Mystic Falls?" She asked.
"I don't think he left on his own free will. If Damon wanted to leave Mystic Falls he'd be in New York City right now, not just outside the town. We have to find him." Stefan said.
Bonnie looked at the spot on the map and knew Stefan was right. Damon had been taken. By who Bonnie didn't know, but she did know this: the perpetrators were going to pay. That was a promise.
Damon woke up in the dark feeling utterly weak. Slowly he stood up and looked at his wrists, seeing deep cuts in them that were just beginning to heal, by his feet were two pools of dark blood. Someone had drained him, but who? Damon remembered coming home and finding Elena—no Katherine! He had found Katherine and she had broken his neck. In front of Damon was a large iron door with a small barred window. Damon got close to the door and looked between the bars, seeing a large hallway.
"Katherine!" Damon yelled, "Katherine!"
"She's not here," a woman's voice said, "she left a little while ago."
Damon spun around to see where the face had came from and saw someone sitting in a dark corner. Damon took a few steps and when he saw what the woman looked like he nearly gasped. The woman was young, with light brown skin, green eyes, and short curly hair. She wore a red dress and on her arm was a tattoo of a butterfly. This woman looked very familiar, in fact she looked a lot like-
"Bonnie?"
