Dr. Dulce smirked to herself as she walked out the door. Finally she was getting Damon back under her control; she couldn't wait to see him writhe in agony.

It was going to be beautiful.

"Dulce." A voice called from behind her.

She stopped mid-step as her smirk lost its place on her face. "What is it Julian?"

"At least tell me what you're going to do to him? He's still under my jurisdiction," Dr. Julian said.

Dr. Dulce turned around and smiled at Dr. Julian, "Don't worry Julian, I'll tell you once he starts getting better." Then she turned around on her heel and walked away leaving Dr. Julian in her wake.

"She's waking up."

"Go get her some water."

"Whoa don't try to get up; you've been out for a while."

Bonnie was pushed back down on the bed while another nurse came and handed her a cup of water. She groggily drank the contents of the cup and looked around. It was disturbingly white, more so than her own room.

"I know it's bright but bare with me ok." One of the nurses said. "Can you tell what you remember?"

Bonnie looked up at the woman like she was stupid.

"She's the one that doesn't talk Holly," another nurse said.

"Oh yeah, my bad-I mean I'm sorry," the nurse named Holly flushed. "Sorry it's my first day on the job I'm Holly."

"Well I ought to tell you want happened in case you don't remember." She pulled out a clipboard from the end of the bed. "You, Bonnie Bennett, were strangled by a Damon Salvatore. You lost consciousness and were immediately rushed here. There weren't any lasting damages, might have a little trouble swallowing for a while and you have bruises on your neck but that's about it. You were pretty lucky." Holly smiled nicely and Bonnie.

During Holly's explanation Bonnie's eyes widened and her hand flew up to her neck where a dull throb came from. She remembered that Damon had tired to kill her, he strangled her, he tired to kill her! Loose tears fell from her eyes as her breathing speed up and her eyes darted back and forth. Damon! Her vision was blocked with evil callous eyes and a murderous smirk. Bonnie's mouth opened in soundless scream.

Suddenly her sight was overrun by black, a relief from the glaring eyes and smiling lips. She felt her self slump back into the overstuffed pillow and too warm blankets.

"She didn't take that well at all," Holly said sadly looking up at Dr. Julian who had just walked in.

"Of course she didn't. Damon was the first person she let get close to her in years, the first person she's trusted in a long while," Dr. Julian shook his head.

Damon's eyes snapped open only to be shrouded in darkness. He tired to move his arms so he could untie the material around his eyes but his arms where tied down, in fact his whole body was tied down. He struggled where he lay on the cold metal table. At least that's what it felt like to him.

"What the hell is going on?" Damon demanded in to the darkness. He bucked again on the table trying to free himself to no avail. All the while not being to shake why this felt so familiar.

"Damon stop it, you'll smudge my beautiful table," A voice chided.

He froze the instant his name fell from her lips. "Shit."

Her laughter bounced off the walls and vibrated through his whole body. He heard foot steps come closer and closer to where he lay, he tensed up when a hand came and slithered its way up his chest.

"I told you I'd get you back," she whispered into his ear.

Damon sucked in air through his teeth, "Get your filthy hands off of me, bitch. I swear once I get out of here I'll kill you and it won't be pretty," he laughed humorlessly, "Hell, it's never really pretty is it?"

"No it isn't, but what I'm about to do to right now will be beautiful."

"How'd you get clearance to do this anyway?" Damon ground his teeth together. He was trying to stall her for as long as he could. He would never admit it but he was terrified, his heart beat sped up and he was trying his damnedest to slow it down.

She removed her hand from his chest and moved behind him and started attaching things to his forehead.

"Oh, I got clearance for this as soon as you decided to kill little miss Bonnie Bennett," she purred.

Damon froze as her hands worked their way around his skull. Bonnie? Bonnie's dead? I killed her?

Thoughts whirled through Damon's head; he didn't even remember seeing Bonnie. The last time he saw was in the dinning hall.

But he did remember seeing Katherine. She had snuck into his room after they had a screaming match in the cafeteria, after he was told he couldn't go to his own brothers' funeral. Damon grounded his teeth together harshly. He tried to think back; he remembered choking her, he remembered squeezing her throat so tight she couldn't even swallow. He remembered how she tried to struggle and tried to escape and most of all he remember the elation, the bliss, of her life slowing ebbing away at his fingertips.

It was simply thrilling.

But he did not remember Bonnie.

"What do you mean?" Damon bit out.

"Oh, you don't recall?" She had moved from his head to his arms, attaching small things to his skin. "You murdered her Damon, in cold blood."

"You're lying." Damon's brain went on overload; he tried to go through all the reasons why she was lying. She's a bitch, she's evil, and she hates me. His brain almost shuts down completely. She wasn't lying about Stefan.

"Bonnie wouldn't die that easily and besides I didn't even see her after Julian took me away," he tried to convince himself.

Damon again tried to free him from the restraints that were holding him down. He bucked, pushed, and pulled till his skin was raw from rubbing against the rough material.

"Poor boy, you don't even remember. But I suppose it is apart of your condition." She moved to his other arm, slowly, methodically attaching things to his flesh that shouldn't be there.

Damon snapped, "Shut up! Shut up! You don't know anything! Once I get out of here you dead, then as an added bonus I'll have Bonnie set your body on fire or would you prefer the reverse?" he seethed.

"Oh calm down Damon you wont kill me, your never in the mood for killing after these treatments. And as for Bonnie, well, I don't think she'll be in the mood for anything," She chuckled lightly then it escalated into full blown hysteria. "Get it Damon? She won't be in the mood because she's dead. You killed her, remember?"

She calmed down and moved to his chest then his legs.

"There we go, all done." She clasped her hands at looked at Damon. He firmly tied down and vision was blocked and most importantly everything she needed for the procedure was set up properly.

She moved away from him where the only other table in the room stood. There was an assortment on cloths and rags lying sloppily on the table. She grabbed a rag and walked back over to her temporary patient. She forced the rag into his mouth and smiled brightly at him, not that he could see it.

"Can't have you biting off your tongue now can we?"

Bonnie woke again to find herself in her room, where it was a less vibrant shade of white. She slowly got up to see that Caroline was no where it be found-which she was grateful for. She rubbed her eyes to get ride of the sleep that was still lingering around.

She couldn't believe Damon tried to kill her and he would have if no one had burst into the room. Apart of her said he was crazy and to never go near him again, another said that there had to be another explanation, while another said she should have expected this that Damon was just like everyone else she'd ever known. That they didn't truly care for her.

She just couldn't deal with it. She should have listened to Danielle, hell she could've even listened to Caroline.

She just never believed that Damon could be that violent. He had lulled her into a false sense of security, he made her believe that he was a good person, he made her believe what everyone said a bout him being a serial killer was a lie-a made up rumor they used to keep her away from him. But no everything they said about him was true he was just as evil and malicious as everyone made him out to be.

She brought her hand up run her fingers over the impression that his fingers made as he attempted to strangle the life out of her. Her breath sped up into short burst and she uttered one thing.

"Damon," she whispered hoarsely.

Bonnie hopped up out of bed to her dresser; ripping everything out of it until she found what she was looking for. She picked up the tiny thing firmly in her hands. It was a clear green with transparent liquid inside of it. The top part was cover in metal with an opening near the side.

She stared at for a while before she started flicking in on and off. Light dark, light dark. The bright orange red flame brightened her mood significantly. She smiled wide until her cheeks hurt, until she was sure you could see all 32 of her teeth.

This was better, she could deal with this. She cupped her hand around the flame and sighed as it warmed her cold fingers. Eventually she got up-eyes never leaving the spark- and moved to Caroline's side of the room. There she brought the lighter to one of Caroline's pictures, one of the ones she had drawn for Bonnie, and put her flame to it.

She watched it burn, she watched all of it burn until there was nothing but ashes left.

This is what she would do to the rest of this place; this is what she would spend her life for. To the burning, the burning of all.