Damon POV

The old man's presence radiated around the room with a commanding authority. Well Damon didn't do too well with authority.

"Damon." Damon told him standing defensively as the old man regarded him with an icy gaze.

"Well Damon, I am President Snow, and I don't believe I've ever seen you."

"Well I don't make a habit of associating myself with... presidents." Damon said irresponsibly.

"We just got here, and we were wondering if you could tell us how to get home." Bonnie spoke over him in an attempt to cover his rudeness.

President Snow watched her with a strange glint in his eye almost as if an idea was churning in his head.

"Hmm, I came here to have a word with Ms. Everdeen, it seems, that I also have a word with the two of you. Now Mrs. Everdeen is there a room we can use?" He asked the woman who Damon recognized as Katniss' mother. She nodded and led them into a separate room that looked like a study with a desk in the middle.

"Ah, excellent." He said and walked over and sat down in the middle desk. "For now the two of you can wait outside, I must speak with Mrs. Everdeen alone." he told Damon and Bonnie who stood waiting outside the door as Katniss sat alone in the room with President Snow.

"Who is this guy?" Bonnie asked slightly fearful.

"I don't know." Damon replied "and I don't like him. But if there's anyone who knows how to get us back to Mystic Falls it's him."

"I know, Damon, don't screw this up." Bonnie told him seriously.

Time went by and eventually Katniss emerged from the room with President Snow looking very serious and a little scared. Damon didn't envy her and wondered if that would be him when he finally exited from the President's company. Taking a breath Bonnie and Damon entered the room and saw President Snow sitting almost cheerful behind the desk.

"Ah, come in, come in. We have much to discuss."

Damon closed the door behind him and stood in front of President Snow with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face while the President regarded him with the utmost curiosity.

"You're not human, are you?" President Snow said.

"And you're not a fluffy bunny, I could break your neck without even blinking." Damon told him.

"Alas, but if you did that you would never find your way out of here, not without my help." Damon uncrossed his arms, " What do you mean?"

"I mean, that I am the only person who knows who you are and where you come from and how to get you back where you belong."

"You can bring us home?" Bonnie asked.

"Yes, you are strangers in my realm, you stick out like a lily in a mud puddle; if I let you roam free I would be facing the possibility of chaos. So you see it's in our best interests to send you back." He told them.

"Then what are you waiting for, what do we need to do?" Damon asked his eyes wide with the prospect of seeing Elena again.

"It's never just that simple, you see everything has a price and you're freedom has a price also. I could send you back but I could just as easily find a way to eliminate you before you become a problem. So let's make sure that you don't become a problem, understand?"

Damon nodded. "What do you want from us?" he asked.

"Have you ever heard of... the Hunger Games?" President Snow asked.

"Someone might have mentioned it." Damon muttered not liking where this was going.

"Well you see the games are a way to show that the Capitol is the only authority and keeps people in line. It keeps peace within the Districts, without it there would be revolts and chaos so in a way the games serve a purpose. Recently Mrs. Everdeen has... unintentionally stirred up a bit of trouble that I now need to fix in order to keep stability. You are going to help me."

"What do you want us to do?" Damon asked specifically.

"That is simple, I want you and your friend to enter the Hunger Games as the tributes from District 12."

"You will enter the games I will have you're names put in and make sure they are pulled. It should even be a blessing to the people of District 12 that their children weren't chosen. You shall then proceed to go along with the games and praise Panem for being so lenient and merciful and you will enter the arena and win the games. Seeing as your a vampire it shouldn't be too hard for you to win. Of course there can only be one victor but i'm sure you will find some way to fake your death seeing as you are the one who won't actually die and leave your friend, Bonnie, is it to become the victor. Once you have convinced all of Panem about the absoluteness of the capitol I will grant you the favor of returning you to your home so you will not cause any trouble. But mark my words if you screw anything up I will find a way to eliminate you in a heartbeat, you won't survive the arena." Snow finished his speech and looked back and forth calmly from Damon to Bonnie. "Do we have a deal?" he asked them with a small smile forming on his lips.

Damon looked back and forth between Snow's content smile and Bonnie's worried expression. "Yes, since we don't really have a choice." he replied.

"Oh but that's where you're wrong you always have a choice." Snow smiled dismissing them.