DPOV

Elena had her head rested against me. She slept silently, whilst I did all I could not to take her there and then. Her heart beat slowly and methodically, keeping in time with her deep breathing. Stefan was slumped outside the door, cursing himself for getting us into this mess. We were thinking things over. Georgia wasn't close enough to get us free, and I couldn't call her any way because my cell was in the car.

"Maybe I should just hand myself over." Stefan muttered. "This is my entire fault anyway."

"Why don't you stop whining and do something useful?" I suggested sarcastically, and Elena stirred in my lap. Her tears had stained my shirt, and her face was lined with mascara.

"Do you know... who the witch who trapped us... was?" Elena asked. Her raspy voice broke my cold, unbeating heart.

"No, but milksop over there could always try to find out, instead of brooding like he usually does." I smirked and tilted my head towards Stefan.

"Ha. Ha. But what if I'm not back by dawn? What will happen to you? Did you think of that?" he asked sarcastically.

"Yes, I did, actually. You would find a different witch, and get her to break the spell. Duh?"

CPOV

I felt slightly guilty for what I had said to Elena yesterday, but as I entered the form room to find her, she was nowhere in sight. A group was huddled around Bonnie, badgering her about the whereabouts of Elena.

"Get lost, freaks! Can't you see she doesn't know?" I yelled at the swarm, and at that, they dispersed into all directions, allowing a sobbing Bonnie to come into view, who was being coddled by Mer.

"Are you okay, Bonnie? 'Cause if you want, I can bust those baboons up with my brand new Jimmy Choos." I offered, waving around my red stilettos.

"Yeah... I'm-"

Suddenly, Bonnie's face went blank. It paled and her hands began to tremble.

"Danger. Great danger. A dearest one is trapped with the one she trusts most but must not. Red. Red. Red. Pain for both. Sacrifice is our choice. FIND THE HOTEL."

Bonnie collapsed onto the floor and her trembles ceased.

BPOV

When I woke up, I was on the floor, staring up at Caroline and Meredith. They looked worried, so I began to panic.

"What's wrong? What... happened?" I asked, surprised that my speech was so slow.

"What happened? You just gave us some whack prophecy and collapsed! That's what happened!" Caroline screeched, giving me the sort of head ache that is comparable to a hangover.

"Chill, Caroline. What prophecy?"

"You mean you don't remember?" Meredith asked, concerned.

I shook my head.

They then proceeded to tell me all about my outburst, and concluded that I must have been talking about Elena, who had disappeared without a trace late last night, along with the new guy. It was all over the news.

"She disappeared?" Caroline asked, gobsmacked.

"Suddenly, I realise why... Damon, was it?... called you Barbie. Do you seriously spend ALL your time watching QVC?"

"Yes." Caroline replied so I shook my head, ashamed.

"Now, let's see what hotel I was talking about... Maybe I could try to reach them?" I suggested.

"You know, Elena's gonna kill you for not telling her." Meredith said.

"Telling her what?"

"You're a witch."

DPOV

Stefan was no longer moping by the door. He had disappeared to find the witch, leaving me to battle my hunger alone. Elena had fallen to sleep again. I stared intently at the door.

Suddenly, Elena began to shiver. Her eyes flashed open and she was bolt upright. She began to speak.

"Hello?" she spoke with a voice that did not belong to her. It seemed she was channelling someone. "Hello, can anyone hear me?"

"Yes! Yes I can! Hello? Who are you? Why are you channelling Elena?" I burst.

"Is that Damon? Damon, it's Bonnie, you know, the small, impish girl from school? Are you ok? Is Elena ok? Your disappearances are all over the news! Where are you?"

"We're in a hotel! Holiday inn, on highway 85. Room 23. We can't get out. A witch put a curse on the room. We're trapped. Are you able to break the curse?

"85? Ok. I should be able to break you out. Can you wait?"

"You need to be here before dawn, preferably with some sort of blood – don't even ask – because the He will be back at dawn. You need to hurry."

"BLOOD? W-why? Umm... You better have a good reason because I'm really squeamish... ugggh."

Can I trust you? What would Elena tell me to do?

"Elena trusts you, so I probably should too... Bonnie!"

"Y-yes?"

"You have to swear. Make an oath on your life, not to tell anyone of what I am about to tell you."

"Umm, Damon? You're starting to scare me..."

"Take the oath." I growled.

"Okay!" Bonnie's voice squealed. She began murmuring low, mystical words that seemed to come from another language, dissimilar to any that I had ever heard.

"It's done." She said, solemnly.

"Okay..." I took a deep breath. " I need that blood, because without it, I would be very dangerous to Elena." I said slowly.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm a vampire, and I haven't had a meal for almost a day."