I woke up with a banging headache and heard shouting from a nearby room, which did not help. I slowly got out of bed and looked around to only realise I was in Damon's bedroom. Then, Damon came in only wearing his everyday black trousers, just showing his ripped body.
"You ok?" he asked.
"Yeah." I replied, holding my head. "What happened?"
"You sure you're ok? You look to have a nasty headache."
"Oh, this is nothing, as long as I didn't do something I'd regret, I'll be fine."
"Well…" Damon started, with a smile but his eyes wondered around the room, looking at everything but me.
It took a few seconds for me to realise what he was saying. I tried so hard to hold but the vomit that rose up my throat, as Damon went to pick up his shirt that was thrown on the floor. Probably from last night's drama. I managed to force myself out of bed, as Stefan entered the room. Thankfully, I managed to magically dress myself into black jeans, top and leather jacket whilst in bed.
"Hey, Bella," he said. "How are you feeling?"
"Well, I have a massive hangover and slept with Damon." I replied, shuddering at the thought. "So, not great."
"So, you remember nothing from last night?" Damon inquired.
"No, but I was clearly drunk enough to have sex with you." I replied, holding my throbbing head. "God, how much did I have to drink?"
The two brothers looked at each other with worried looks. What had I done to make them act like this?
"What?" I asked, with curiosity brewing inside me. "What is it?"
"You didn't have alcohol, Bella." Damon said, guilty. "You had humans."
"What?! How many did I have?" I exclaimed, my mind flooded with every emotion.
"10."
"Oh God! How did you let me do that?! Why didn't you stop me?!"
"You kind of seduced me."
"Oh God!"
"Don't, Bella!" Stefan intervened. "I've already told him off. We just needed to make sure your humanity switch wasn't off. I don't know what I'd do, then."
"Yeah, I know all too well about that." Damon said, still guilty, but a little cocky.
"Don't feel like that, Damon. None of us knew that was my trigger." I replied, soothing him. "Let's make sure it doesn't happen again."
"I don't think that will be easy." Stefan said. "Keeping her at bay, I mean."
"Why's that?"
"The amount you drank last night has made her stronger. The Volturi coming here may cause it to switch off again."
"Ok. So, not as easy."
"It's the amount of power they possess is just enough to do it."
"Yeah, I know. I felt it."
"When? How?"
"Well, they entered my home, just before I left, which was a close encounter in itself. And I can sense vampires whenever they enter another's territory. Only works when am in it. The powerful the vampire, the more I feel it."
"Close encounter?"
"Yeah, I accidentally bumped into Alec. Thank God Leah helped me escape."
"But why?"
"I don't know. Maybe she knows what will happen if they 'claim' me."
"Well, if you bump into her again. Then she'll help again."
"But what if humanity switch is off, Stefan?"
"Then, you'll both be 'claimed'."
"What?!"
"Your dark side craves power and it's a part of the Volturi."
"But, why make out with Damon? No offense."
"None taken." Damon replied, sounding like himself again.
"That's why."
"I'm sorry?"
"Cus your dark side amplifies your feelings for him."
"So, what do you plan to do, Stefan? My humanity switch will turn off as soon as they get here and I will probably bring Damon down with me."
"I have Bonnie downstairs. She'll make you a daylight ring and put a protection spell on you."
"Good, at least that does some help. If they get here I'll try my best to hold off my dark side as long as I can."
We all walked down to the living room, where Bonnie was waiting for us.
"Hey, Bella." She said, with a cheery tone and a hug.
"Hey, Bonnie." I replied, returning the hug. "No mean to be rude, but can we get this over and done with. I am kinda in a hurry."
"Yeah, of course. May, I ask why?"
"I'll tell you later."
Leaving Stefan and Damon in the living room, Bonnie and I went to darkest part of the house, where Bonnie cracked open the curtains to allow a slither of light to enter the room.
"Give me your ring," Bonnie demanded, her hand stretched out to retrieve it.
"Why do you need it?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
"For the daylight spell. Now can I have it please?"
"Yes, you may." I said, handing her a ring, which was golden apart from a white diamond on the top of it. One I had to wear everyday, so everyone that saw it knew that I wasn't to be messed with. Bonnie placed it in the light and closed her eyes.
After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and simply picked up and gave me the ring. Confused and unsure, I place it back on my finger.
"You sure the spell worked?" I asked, as Bonnie flicked through her spell book to the protection spell.
"Yes." She replied, before ripping open the curtains. "It worked."
"Screw you Bonnie!" I screamed in disbelief. "I could have died."
"Well, you didn't. Now let's move on to the protection spell."
Bonnie picked up the little book lying next to her and continued to flick through it.
"Who are you running from Bella?" Bonnie asked, stopping on a page.
"I will tell you after this spell, promise." I replied, trying desperately trying to rush things before the Volturi come, whisk me away and turn me into something so evil it has everyone scared.
"I need to know for the spell." Bonnie stated, showing me the page, which had big bold letters saying 'PROTECTION SPELL'. She pointed to a sentence, which read 'Needs name of person/people the subject is needing protecting from.'
"Alright, it's the Volturi." I said, abruptly as Bonnie wrote it down on a little piece of paper. When done, she lit a candle and read out the spell 10 times.
After a while, she burnt the paper, finishing the spell.
"How do you feel?" Bonnie asked.
"Much better." I answered, looking at her with blood red eyes, chuckling a little. "They're here."
"Bella!" Damon stormed in.
Quickly, I rushed over to him replaying last night's events.
"Hello, sweetie." I said, smiling.
Damon grabbed my arm before I could kiss him and began dragging me to the basement.
"Hey, baby." I cried out, begging him to stop. "You don't need to do this."
"I do Bella." Damon replied, in a determined and serious voice.
"But, we could be happy. You always wanted a 'mate', well here I am."
"No! Bella! No! You're clearly not you right now. And you know that Elena still needs to choose between me and Stefan."
"Oh, come on. Do you really expect me to believe that Elena is going to choose you over Stefan?"
"I don't think I can have this conversation with you until your humanity is back on." Damon said, throwing me carefully into a cell and locked the door.
"This cell isn't going to stop me from finding me. They'll search this entire place before they give up."
Damon walked away and back up the stairs where I could hear whispers and the faint sounds of voices.
"I can hear them, Damon."
A few minutes went by, I could still hear the Volturi pacing about the house trying to find me. Then I heard someone creak down the stairs towards me. I grinned to myself thinking that the Volturi had decided to come and see what was in the basement. When the footsteps stopped in front of my cell. I looked up only to be greeted by someone I least expected to be here, in Mystic Falls of all places.
"Castiel." I greeted him with an evil smile, before a hot rush flowed over me. I shook myself back into reality clutching my head for a few seconds. I stared at the floor for a few more seconds before giving Cass a more confused look.
"Cass?" I inquired, the tone of my voice matching my confused face. "What are you doing here? More importantly, how did get here? Where are Sam and Dean?"
"Talking to some guys in black cloaks." Cass answered, in his usual gruff voice. "We are all here on business."
"Did you put me in here?" I asked again, realising what might have happened.
"No, Damon did. He said it was to protect you from them. Didn't know what he meant, but I figured it might be the people Sam and Dean are talking to."
"Where is Damon now?"
"Upstairs trying to get the black cloaks away from the basement."
The stairs creaked again, shortly followed by Sam, Dean and Damon come to greet me in my cell.
"Hey Bells." Dean said, cheery as ever.
"You ok?" Sam asked, in his empathic tone.
"Yeah, I'm ok. I guess." I replied, unsure how to answer that question.
"Bella?" Damon inquired, in a serious tone. "Are you, you?"
"Yeah, I think so." I replied. "Did I hurt anyone? And can someone please get me out of here."
Dean stretched out his hand, with key, to open my cell, but Damon blocked him before his hand had a chance to open the lock.
"What the fuck, man?" Dean asked, annoyed.
"It might not be her." Damon explained.
"Well it sure damn looks like her. And sounds like her too. Is that not enough?"
"No. She may act like Bella, but there is one thing to know if it is truly our Bella. Bells, you didn't harm anyone, but we did make out a little."
"Oh god no." I replied, spitting out anything that could possibly have any of Damon's breath in me. Whilst doing this, Damon took the key from a very confused Dean and unlocked the cell.
"I mean," I started. "It's good I didn't kill anyone. But I'm sorry we did it again. You know I have no control over her right?"
"Yeah, Bells, I know." Damon assured me out of the cell and up the stairs, out of the basement. The room was empty, like nothing had been touched. They're definitely good at keeping a low cover.
"Dean, can you just get me out of this place, please?" I said, hurrying outside and into the Impala.
"Yeah, but we got some supernatural business to deal with here first." Dean replied.
"I got that covered, Dean." Damon answered. Pushing him into the driver's seat.
"Ok. Thanks man."
And with that Dean drove Sam, Cass and me out of Mystic Falls.
"Where are we off to next, Dean?" Cass asked, curiously.
"San Francisco." Dean answered. "But we are going back to Mystic Falls."
"Why?" I replied, annoyed. "Damon said he had it covered."
"I don't trust him. Plus, I think he thought we were talking about those red and black cloak dudes."
"Mystic Falls is the hub of supernatural activity. Like New York. The good ones keep it under control. I help out every now and again when needed. I know there is nothing happening there at the moment."
"Fine."
"What's in San Francisco?" I inquire, already knowing the answer.
"Witches." Sam replied. "4 of them. Documented to be really powerful too."
"Right." Dean jumped in. "To the witches in San Francisco."