Damon POV

As soon as the names were drawn out of the two glass bowls sitting on the stage Damon and Bonnie were brought up and immediately taken away into separate rooms by men in white armored uniforms. He was pushed into an empty room and they shut the door behind him. Snow had briefly mentioned this, they would isolate the victors in rooms where family could come and say goodbye before the games. Damon had no family here to say goodbye too; absentmindedly Damon found himself thinking about the only family he had, his brother Stefan. What would he say if he heard the deal that he had agreed to. Part of him wondered what he was doing now that Damon was gone.

After ten minutes or so had passed without any signs of movement from outside the room Damon got tired with sitting on the luxurious furniture waiting for something to happen. Like yesterday Damon once again felt the pangs of hunger, this entire "Other Side" dilemma had screwed up his drinking schedule. He had been lucky enough to have been able to sneak out last night and find a wandering villager late at night that he had compelled, drank his fill, healed with his blood and compelled to forget. Since he didn't know how this world worked he had to be careful and cover up his tracks.

Now he was thirsty again, back in Mystic Falls he would drink Bourbon to curb the hunger. Seeing the luxurious room around him he figured that they must have something with alcohol after all that man had walked into the Everdeen house this morning with a bottle of booze. Remembering this morning he once again mentally complained about the hideous clothes he was forced to wear. As he rummaged through drawers and cabinets he contemplated the many ways that he would like to get back at the person who convinced him to wear it. Finally he found what he was looking for in a drawer in the back of the room, a bottle full of Bourbon. He uncapped it and took a swig just as the doors once again opened and the storm troopers entered to "accompany" him to the train.

"Well it's about time," Damon muttered as they confiscated the bottle and flanked him on both sides as he walked.

He boarded the train and was led into compartment where he found Bonnie, Katniss, Peeta, the guy from this morning and the lady with the extravagant outfit that read the names all sitting in chairs. Damon walked up and sat in the remaining seat.

"So what did I miss?" he asked smiling.

"Damon, this is Haymitch and Effie, they're supposed to help us in the arena." Bonnie told him.

"Yeah, explain to me again, how exactly you two managed to both get picked when you aren't even a day old in this town." Haymitch asked holding a glass.

Damon and Bonnie remained silent.

"It doesn't matter how they got picked but what they are going to do now that they are." Effie told him.

If only they knew that it was all under control, Damon thought.

The remainder of the train ride was spent listening to Haymitch, Effie and Peeta's advice to stay alive in the arena. Katniss sat in the corner characteristically silent and withdrawn. Damon basically just ignored it all, he had lived over a hundred years this arena full of teenagers wasn't going to be the thing that killed him. Bonnie appeared to be listening at least halfheartedly he couldn't really tell with her. Back in Mystic Falls they would usually be trying to avoid each other but now it seems that each other was the only familiar thing that they had left in this strange world. After about an hour of pretending to listen to a thorough lecture Damon began to contemplate if it would just be easier to reassure them and admit that he wasn't human and that he wasn't going to die but he kept himself under control and decided against it. One of President Snow's rules when he described how they would be getting home was to tell no one that he was a vampire who could not die. Normally Damon being himself would lash out and forget what anyone told him but this time the prospect of returning home was too great to risk. So he kept silent and forced himself to listen to the boring lecture.

In order to get to the capitol they would have to travel overnight on a train going 500 miles per hour. Damon guessed that the city was not close to the districts, but there was good food on the table and Bourbon so he deduced that things could be worse. There were makeshift rooms in different compartments where they were told they would be sleeping and Effie finally allowed them some time to themselves to get cleaned up and change into... better clothes. Damon took the opportunity to take a shower since he had been feeling icky the entire day walking around in poorly made tattered dirty clothing that was probably the best these people could afford. He removed the clothes and wrapped a towel around his waist and walked into the polished bathroom to take a shower. The bathroom was tiled and pristine with many extravagant soaps around the sink. Back in another room was the shower which Damon stood for a while trying to figure out how it worked because of the numerous knobs and buttons that were along the wall. He eventually figured out that the big knob in the center controlled the temperature while all the other buttons were various scents and bath salts. They really did live lavishly here didn't they? When he finished his shower he emerged smelling not quite the same. He looked into the closet on the train and found clothes in various sizes for the male tribute of district 12 in different colors. He eventually found something black in his size and wore an outfit similar to his regular signature look.

Then there was a knock at the door and he rolled his eyes expecting Effie or Haymitch with an extra bit of information but when he opened the door he saw Bonnie standing there also showered and clean in fresh clothes.

"I need to talk to you." she told him and walked into the room as Damon closed the door behind her.

"Hello to you too."

Bonnie didn't reply and paced around the room with a confused expression on her face.

"So you remember how I was the anchor right?" she eventually asked.

"Well yeah, I remember the whole crisis we went thought to get you back." Damon replied

"The whole point of the anchor was to be a gateway to the other side, it was part of a spell in order for the other side to remain in existence."

"But now the other side is gone." Damon deduced.

"Yeah, then what am I? I'm not the anchor anymore the anchor is gone, i'm clearly not dead."

"So..." Damon questioned.

"Just now when I went to go take a shower I walked by a scented candle sitting on the sink. As I walked by it lit up." Bonnie told him.

"What do you mean it lit up?" Damon asked.

"I mean when I walked by it, it lit up." Bonnie reiterated

"So what are you saying, your a witch again?" Damon asked

"I don't know i'm just saying that ever since we arrived here i've felt... strange different, and now I think I know why." She told him.

"So how will you know for sure." Damon asked.

"Well there is one way to find out." Bonnie replied and her face took on a concentrating look. The next moment Damon's head exploded with pain like little sharp knives carving into his brain. He had felt this many times before but every time he hoped it wouldn't happen again. Even though it lasted only a second before Bonnie stopped but he was already kneeling on the floor with his hands holding his head groaning.

"I guess it works." Bonnie told him.

"Was that really necessary?" He asked her standing up.

"Oh that was just payback for the time when I wasn't a witch and couldn't do that." she told him.

"Fair enough."

"What is going on in here?" Effie came rushing to the door of Damon's room "I thought I heard someone cry out in pain." Bonnie looked and Damon an walked past Effie out of the room.

"I stubbed my toe." Damon muttered.

"Well you better get to sleep we will be at the capitol tomorrow bright and early, you've got a long day ahead of you."