BPOV
As my eyes fluttered open, my heart pounded against my chest. A vampire. Did Elena know?
My normally dark face paled as I began to hyperventilate.
"Bonnie? Bonnie, are you ok?" Meredith asked, worry clearly displayed on her beautiful features.
"Y-yeah... I'm... just fine..." I stammered. I could tell that neither of my best friends believed me. "It's just... channelling for that length of time... really takes it out of you." I said, and to make it that little bit more believable, my nose started to bleed. "Does anyone have a tissue?" I sniffled.
"Here." Caroline chirped and passed me her DKNY hankie.
"Oh, no Caroline, I couldn't. It'll get ruined!"
"Nngh, it doesn't matter. I've got a bunch more at home." She smiled.
As I patted my nose with the cloth, I began to relay everything Damon had said to me, missing out the part about him being... a... vampire.
"They're in a Holiday inn, on highway 85. A witch put a curse on the room the kidnapper put them in and they're trapped. Caroline, could you pass me the grimoire?"
Caroline handed me the leather bound spell book, and after murmuring a few soft words, the book flew open to the exact page I needed.
"Okay. We have the spell. We have the witch. Now all we need is a car."
All eyes turned to Caroline's red BMW 3 series.
DPOV
My fists were clenched so tight that the skin on top was in danger of splitting. My canines were aching so badly, I could have pulled them out of my jaw myself. I was moaning loudly, gasping at the white hot pain all around my body. It was taking everything I had to not just leap up and drain Elena dry right this second.
Elena was on the opposite side of the room, backed up as close to the wall as was possible. She didn't want to be there. She knew how much hurt it made me feel, to know she couldn't trust me, but it was smart of her to do so. If she were sat next to me right now, her heart beating next to me, the smell of her sweet, red...
No!
My jaw set hard. Thinking thoughts like those were what would make me end up hurting Elena.
And that was when a miracle occurred.
BPOV
"Elena! I'm coming!" I screeched down the hall. I stopped in front of room 23 and burst open the door. What I opened the door to will remain with me for the rest of my life.
Elena was pressing herself as close to the wall as was humanly possible. Her hair was matted and bloody, her eyes wide in terror, and her face as pale as the white washed walls. But it was not Elena who scared me. It was the unrecognisable man on the other side of the room.
Damon's fists were bleeding, dripping deep red blood on the carpet. His eyes were black, and purple veins twisted around them, looking like midnight snakes extending from his eyes. Fangs bulged from his mouth, and his lips were bleeding from where his own teeth had cut into them. He was moaning in agony and shame, but at the same time pleading for salvation. He needed blood.
Taking care not to step inside the room, I tossed in the blood bag.
In a flash, Damon was at it, ripping the top of it, and guzzling the contents down as if he had not eaten for days. Which I guess, for him, was probably true.
It took no time at all for the bag to be empty. I saw the gleaming fangs retract and the veins disappear, and what was left was a pale, sweaty young man, who looked as though he had just left a torture chamber. His hands healed, as did his lips and he was left gasping for air as tears rolled down his cheeks, clearly from the agony he had been suffering for god knows how long.
"Thank you..." he whispered, his voice rough and hoarse.
"N-no problem." I stuttered, then composed myself and began to recite the spell that would free my best friend, and the vampire that was trapped alongside her.
The lights began to flicker, and the fireplace in the room roared into life, as the spell was being lifted. Once again, my nose began to bleed from the magical strain that my body was under. Then, the lights went out completely, and finally stabilised into a soft glow that filled the room.
"You can come out now." I informed the two captives, and they limped together through the door and into the hall.
DPOV
When Elena and I reached home, the first thing we did was eat. I went downstairs and collected approximately five bags of blood, and Elena put some bread into the toaster. Then, I called Stefan.
"Hello?" he spoke clearly down the phone.
"Stefan, it's Damon."
"Damon! Are you and Elena safe? I can't find the witch! It's as if they don't exist. Usually magic leaves some kind of a trace, but I've got nothing."
"It doesn't matter now. We're out. A friend of Elena's turned out to be a witch. She saved us, Stefan. I don't know how much longer I could have held off. Elena..." I trailed off, remembering the horror that filled her face when I began to lose control.
"Come home, Stefan. Forget the ring. We have a witch here who can make you another. When you have your ring, we'll go after this guy. We'll get him for what he's done to us. To Elena. Her face... Stefan, she was terrified of me. This guy deserves what's coming for him. He deserves the torture he put us all through. I'll get him, if it's the last thing I ever do."
"And I've got your back, brother. This man, this monster, deserves to die."