Have you ever had one of those dreams when you're falling? There's no clear vision of where you are or how you got there, but know that you have zero control of your body. You feel your stomach dropping and it takes everything in you to not scream or cry because you're dreaming. It isn't real. The impending drop will eventually end and you'll wake up. You'll awake to your friends and family and you'll be okay because you aren't falling anymore. You're awake, you're alive, and you're breathing. You'll say thank 'thank God,' because you're not engulfed by fear anymore.

But I was. I was terrified. I wasn't sure whether not I was alive or dead, but what I did know was that I was falling. My body was engulfed by the darkness surrounding me and my stomach was in knots. I tried to reach out for something, anything, to hold me up so I'll stop falling to my impending death. But there was nothing to grasp.

I tried to calm myself because it felt like my heart was going to burst right through my chest. Breathe Bonnie, breathe. I've been in worst situations right?

I inhaled through my mouth and realized it was one of the stupidest things that I've ever done. The air was toxic. I could literally taste bits and pieces of debris on my tongue. It was so odd; breathing through my nose wasn't a problem, but breathing through my mouth tasted like death itself.

I began coughing as the air around me began to shift. The black sky changed color. It was white. I started to panic again as my heart felt like it was going to plummet out of me. Was I really dead? At least the sky is white, so that means I'm going to heaven right?

The drop began to intensify as my eyes started to water. I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to-"Oof!" The falling had stopped and I was very much alive. And very much in the arms of someone. A male someone. His skin was as pale as they come and his arms were so strong. His veins bulged out of his biceps as I felt a sense of familiarity in his arms. I followed the shape of his biceps with my eyes onto his broad chest, his neck and finally to his ice breaking blue eyes.

"Damon," I breathed. I studied his face. He looked so beautiful, like out of this world beautiful. His skin was so white and looked so clear; it was breathtaking. His normally dark arched eyebrows were more relaxed, and it fit his face well. And his eyes, his beautiful blue crystal eyes were glowing. He looked as if he was glimmering in the sunlight, like those cliché vampires in Twilight. Damon looked so oddly captivating. I traced the outline of this face with my forefinger in awe and infatuation.

"Bonnie, don't you have any manners? Don't you know that it's rude to stare?" Damon asked, with cockiness laced in his voice. I immediately dropped my finger from his face and grunted. The real Damon and…this Damon were still both assholes.

I nudged his chest. "Let me down." He obliged as he lowered my lower body to the ground. I shivered instinctively as my shoeless feet touched the ground. The ground was covered with snow.

I bent my knees and picked up a fist full snow that immediately melted in the palm of my hand. "Where am I?" I whispered.

Damon crouched down next to me as he met my eye level. "Aren't witches supposed to be smart?" He asked sarcastically while flicking some snow on my nose. I shook my head as the liquid melted on my face.

I stood up to my full height as did Damon, while simultaneously cowering over me. "Why must you always act like a dick? Even when I could possibly be dead right now?"

He scoffed. "Come on, Bon being dick comes as a part of the charm," he winked. I rolled my eyes in response. "And you're not dead. If you can't figure it out on your own I guess I'll have to tell you where we are."

"Okay…so tell me."

"Ah, ah, ah," he said while wagging a pale finger at me. "After I ask you a few questions."

I frowned at him but reluctantly decided to play along. "Ask away Damon."

"Last time you had sex?"

My cheeks began to redden. Why was I even surprised by his lack of seriousness and vulgarity? He was Damon, for goodness sakes. "You are such an ass."

He began to laugh. I don't mean a snicker or a fake laugh, I mean a genuine laugh. The sound of Damon's laughter was kind of foreign to me. He wasn't a smiler, let alone a laugher so, yeah, it kind of caught me off guard. But here he was all throaty and laughy, while a lingering sense of happiness floated in the air and became contagious. Despite my annoyance of him, a small smile crept across my lips. Damn vampire.

"Okay, okay, okay. You had your laughs Salvatore," I said with faux sternness. "Now can you tell me where we are?"

Damon wiped an invisible tear from his eye as he began to sober up. "I didn't even get to ask you my question."

"You just did!"

"But you didn't answer it."

"Because it's none of your business, Damon."

"Alright, alright, alright. I can hear your heart racing. Somebody's getting mad." He stuck his bottom lip out as he began to pout, and I was in crossroads of going up to him and squeezing his cheeks and just kissing him myself, or smacking his pouty face. I sadly chose neither of the two.

"I'll just cut to the chase. You're in a dream." He gasped and put both hands on his cheeks in faux surprise while shaping his lips into the letter 'o.' This dream Damon was way more goofier then the real one. I put my hand on my hip as I tried to be annoyed with him and failed miserably as his lips curved into his infamous smirk that I loved and hated so much.

"Wait, I think I should rephrase that better. I'm in your head."

My nose scrunched up. "You mean like that weird mind control thing that vampires can do? Like the way you were in Rose's head before she died?"

"Yup. Exactly."

"So if I'm not dead, why are you here?"

"Because Kai took you. You were close to, you know, choking the life out of him, and then he got the upper hand and started chanting some witchy ju-ju. I don't know what the hell it was because I've never heard you or any other witch for that matter say anything like it before. Next thing I knew my neck was snapped and when I woke up, you were gone."

I nodded my head as the memories came back to me. Dammit I was so close to killing him. If I just wouldn't have let go. I could feel his airways giving up. Just a few more seconds and I would've been freed from his torment. I was such an idiot.

I ran my fingers through my hair as I felt my panic heighten and my anxiety rise. Damon noticed the increase in my heart rate and subtly inched closer to me to gently rub my back in a soothing matter. His odd gentleness didn't soothe my worries.

"You know I'm fucked, right?" My voice came out in a strained whisper.

"Hey, hey," he said while turning my entire stance to match his own.

"Damon," I began. "Who knows what Kai will do to me. What he's already done to me."

"Nothing's going to happen to you." Damon said sternly while his blue eyes shun.

"How do you know that? Huh Damon?" My hands began to shake rapidly as I realized all the different scenarios I could actually be in. I was kidnapped by my abuser. The man who tortured me mentally, physically and emotionally. I could be magic-less right now. Kai could've siphoned all the magic out of me. Or worse, definitely worse.

So many different treacherous thoughts ran across my mind as my panic began to rise. If Kai were to kill me, I would be dead forever. There is no 'other side' anymore so my death would be permanent.

"Bonnie." Damon's loud voice shook me out of my train of thought. "Bon," he continued while giving me a reassuring smile. A smile that didn't exactly reach his eyes. "I'm going to do everything in my power to get you back. I'll kill anybody in my way who tries to stop me. You hear me?" He swept a loose hair out of my eye while holding my face in his hands. "No distractions this time."

I wanted to believe him, I really did. But all I felt when he said those words to me was false promises. "How can you be so sure?" I choked out.

He looked at me with the softest, most earnest expression I've ever seen. "Just believe in me."

I took a deep breath in as my eyes opened widely. I began to cough violently as my throat felt like it was caving in. The violent coughing ceased and I began to relax. But I didn't have a chance to take in my surroundings as his unknown presence caught my full attention.

"Bonnie." I recognized the voice immediately. Beforehand I would always feel a pang of disgust just by hearing his name, let alone being in the same room as him. But this time it felt different. I felt actually happy to hear him speak; to see him. As he came closer to me his brown eyes were full of warmth, rather than the usual coldness. His smile matched his eyes and I found myself smiling right back at him.

As he sat down on the bed next to me I felt a set of nerves run down my body. But not the nerves of being scared or frightened, the nerves you feel for someone you actually wholeheartedly liked. Someone you wanted to be around.

My smile continued to grow as I stared into his deep brown eyes. The same eyes of the person who abused me, the same eyes who tormented me. Who choked and stabbed me. Looking into his eyes all I felt was…calamity. Like I was finally where I was supposed to be.

He opened his mouth to speak. "How are you feeling?" His deep voice nearly startled me.

I licked my lips and breathed, "I'm feeling great, Kai."

A/N: What did Kai to do Bonnie? Don't forget to review, and thanks for reading.