N/A I am so sorry this one took so long! My computer got a bug and we had to take it in! But I assure you this one will not disappoint! Though it is a little short.. :) Please enjoy and review!

Chapter 4

Bonnie woke to a terrible ringing. She would have opened her eyes, but there was no use, the ringing kept her from doing anything, and she was pretty sure it would be dark either way. She felt paralized, except that she felt pain. In every inch of her body- like she was broken. Just as she thought this there was a movement-she heard it, right next to her. Bonnie gasped, and instinctly edged away as fast as she could-

She wasn't in the boarding house, she knew that suddenly. She was in a different place, somewhere unknown. Her eyes snapped open, and she realized that the ringing was gone, but she had a terrible headache.

She saw a silhouetted in the darkness. She felt it's gaze. It wasn't human ... but it's shape- was there something familiar?

"So I see I wasn't the only one," a dark ironical voice muttered from the figure.

"Damon!" Bonnie gasp- relief was so sudden that it was a physical pain.

"Yes, it's me." Movement, back and forth beside her- was he pacing?

"Where are we?"

"No idea, I woke about five minutes before you ..." A quiet grunt.

Bonnie got to her feet unsteadily, "What are you doing?"

"Trying to find a way out," he muttered.

Bonnie swallowed. "You can see?"

"Of course, darling. I'm a vampire."

Bonnie gulped hard. "And there's no door, or anything?" Bonnie heard the distress in her voice. Aparently Damon did as well, because his tone was more gentle when he answered.

"No ... whatever put us here must have some purpose, though. Wouldn't you think?" She heard him settle against the wall beside her.

"And ... there's no light?" Bonnie blinked in the dark, trying to see and finding it discomforting.

"No, but interesting things happen in the dark ... sometimes."

Bonnie sighed and pushed her palm to her forehead, as if trying to tame the head ache. She realized she was also annoyed. Why was she brought here? This was terrible! "I'm in no mood, Damon. I just want to get out of here. Can't you do some sort of weird vampire voodoo?"

"Couldn't you do some sort of magical witchcraft?"

"I'm serious, Damon."

"As am I!"

She sat back down, but just as she did she felt something sharp along the wall. "Ow!" She held her hand up and felt along her palm with her other hand, warm liquid, and a stinging gash. Something had cut her. She felt lightly along the wall, and there it was- something hard and pointy sticking out of the wall. What was it? "Damon? Are you seeing this?" She got no response. "Damon?" She turned her head- he was still sitting there along the wall. "Are you okay?" Then she realized the cause of his stillness and silence- the blood. Her first instinct was to panic. "I'm sorry!" She gasped, her hands fluttered, trying to think of a way to stop bleeding.

Damon was beside her. She gasped. "Damon?" She whispered. She couldn't see his expression. She felt his fingers on her palm, then she felt the sting as his fingers ran over her cut. He brought it up to his face.

"Stop!" She yelled, trying to pull free. She felt his lips on her hand. "Damon!" She screamed. "Damon, NO! Please, no!" She felt his tongue glide over her cut, then felt the sting as his sharp canines cut into her flesh. She screamed and tried to pull free. She felt the excruciating pain of having your blood drawn out against your will. She clenched her teeth together to stop screaming- it didn't help the pain, she decided. Then it stopped, Damon flew to the other side of the room and wiped his mouth.

Bonnie pressed herself as far away from him as she could get, hugging her hand to her chest. "What was that?" She yelled at him, almost crying.

He was panting. "You cut yourself on something."

Real tears were running down Bonnie's face, she didn't know how to feel. She was disgusted- how could Damon drink her blood against her will? He had no morals, and no respect for humans- she had been told this. Now she was forced to believe it. But she had shared something with Damon! Was that all canceled out too?

She wished she could see his face to tell which emotion was playing on his face. She had a guess- a smirk. From what she learned he'd be happy at what he'd done, and he would be enjoying the blood he'd just taken like a glass of a long aged red wine. But she had to ask.

"Why did you do that, Damon?" Her voice sounded weak, and she felt oddly tired.

"I'm a vampire, Bonnie. I feed."

She shuddered at the word. "Was my blood ... too strong?" Her words were floating apart, she felt weary.

He was quiet for a moment as she drifted. "Yes," he finally answered.

She sighed, and closed her eyes.

"Are you alright, Bonnie?" Damon asked.

She swallowed. "Are we ever going to get out?"

He chuckled. "Of course." Bonnie scooted away from where the sharp thing had cut her and rested against the wall, closing her eyes. I still can't believe he did that, Bonnie thought. And now I'm almost unconscious in front of him- who knows what he could do? Bonnie felt herself asking what she had been dying to ask.

"Why did you do it, Damon?" She asked, remembering abruptly the pain.

He paused. "I don't want to pin anything on whoever put us here, but it wasn't on my doing."

Bonnie felt herself believing him- it could be true. "How did you get here?"

It took Damon longer to respond, as if he was ashamed. "A power ... greater than mine."

"You were Compelled?"

"No," Damon snapped. "I was not Compelled." His voice was hard. "It knocked me unconscious or something."

"You don't remember?"

"I thought you were tired." He responded, he obviously didn't like being quizzed. But Bonnie had one more question.

"Do you ... regret it, Damon? Drawing my blood?" Bonnie bit her lip and shut her eyes tight.

When Damon answered his voice was soft and ironical. "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."