Over the next few days Damon and Bonnie went without a visit from Lexi. Damon tried to keep his cool but Bonnie had gone from barely conscious to a practical vegetable. She woke up, her eyes would open and if he looked good enough he could see that they where moving. She was seeing something.

"Whatever it is Bon, I hope it's some practical magic!" he hissed while pulling the hair from her face so he could threaten her some more into her ear.

"Wow, not a lot has changed about you..." Said Mason standing in the doorway. Damon's head cocked and he grimaced at Mason out of irritation more than shock. "So Lexi disappears and we get you?"

Masons face appeared alarmed but he quickly covered it up.

"Get Bonnie and we gotta get out of here, NOW !" He ordered looking out into the corridor.

Damon didn't take orders from a mutt, let alone anyone that came from the same stock as Tyler Lockwood but when he saw that Mason had this anxious look in his eye. He quickly took Bonnie into his arms and followed Mason silently through the winding doors of the hospital.

"Not to question this lovely escape we got going but why can't we use the front door"

"Two men and an unconscious woman, leaving the hospital" he said with a sneer as if it was obvious.

"Besides that fact," said Damon just avoiding hitting Bonnie's head of a doorway. It appeared he was clumsier as a human.

"Give her to me?"

"Not a chance dog breath !"

Mason glared and ignored Damon as they stepped out into what appeared to be night.

"What the ?" Said Damon

"Oh yeah, you haven't been outside yet... well now you've seen it ! into the car" Mason said pushing Damon towards a black SUV.

Once they where bundled inside Mason took a call and drove quickly away from the hospital.

"Lexi is missing, No, I just picked up the package. They have a couple more hours till a shift begins I'm heading to you now. Yeah I heard, he's keeping them busy." Mason chuckled uneasily before hanging up the phone with a word Damon couldn't hear.

Damon cleared his throat. Honestly he was starting to feel parched. Thirsty, angry and irritated it didn't do Damon well. Especially with Bonnie still playing in her coma.

"You better start talking Lockwood"

"You'd still die" He said looking up in the rear-view mirror. Damon saw a flash of gold in the werewolves eye and glared back.

"What's wrong with Bonnie ?"

"We don't know" bit back Damon.

Damon could feel, Bonnie stiffen in his arms. yeah, that's right we're talking about you witchy!

he thought with a smile, then he felt a slight tremor against his chest.

"Shit ! Lockwood pull over !"

Bonnie was convulsing her eye's going from the ghostly white they had assumed to a bleeding black. Damon had seen a lot of shit in his time but this. This was new.

Mason didn't stop the car. Instead he sped to wherever the hell they where going. He dialled back the voice on the over end of the phone.

"I'm gonna need some magical activity all over town, some shits up with Bonnie and if I can feel it. They can trace it. Taking a detour" he sighed and Damon felt the car swerve violently.

"Lockwood!"

"The name is mason !"

Mason raced out of town. It was a moment before Damon realised where it was he was headed.

Mystic Falls.

They reached the old witches house in expert timing. Mason slamming on the break and ordering Damon out. When Mason jumped out and snatched Bonnie he felt a surge of power travel through him and it wasn't the good kind. He experienced death... his death for a second ? or was it a third time.

Quickly he marched Bonnie too the centre of the massacre and laying her there before walking out of it.

"Please, great witches of the dead. This is your lifeline. She is dying and we will that she lives, if that be your will also. Grant her safe journey back to us...''

Damon couldn't contain his ridicule.

He spluttered in the hilarity of the moment.

"That is your plan appeal to the ancestors. Those bitches give a crap about Bonnie?" Just then lightening zig zagged it's way across the sky and found it's intended target. Damon.

The man/vampire as unsure of what he was felt dread when he saw the lights in the sky. H fell to his knees in a blinding anguish. He felt blistering venom tearing ligaments from his insides and that was before the lightening hit.

"Here..." Said Mason Lockwood stepping forward.

"We worship and respect our guardian spirits" said Mason looking down at a char-grilled Damon Salvatore.