Ugh this is late! I was going to finish this one and some other chapters after exams, but then I wanted to write a story for this contest and told myself I wasn't going to let myself write FF till I finished the story. Fat lot of good that did…So I caved and couldn't resist at least doing this chapter. I also have a couple other stories on the back burner I'm thinking of posting so I guess we'll see.

Bonnie sat at the bar stirring her drink the straw. Her head swam with the effects of the last drink. She scanned the dance floor for Rebecca, she was aching to leave and sleep off the booze but knew she couldn't leave Rebecca along.

"Need a fresh drink?" the bar tender asked. Bonnie raised her head in surprise and slowly nodded even though she was sure she couldn't handle another drink. The bar tender smiled at her, which frankly made her uneasy. He handed he another drink with bright green liquid, Bonnie reached for it avoiding eye contact. Her hand froze half way when she noticed the ring on his hand, a golden band twisted around a lapis lazuli rock.

"You know. I'm not- I don't really need a drink." She sputtered, pushing herself of the bar stool and bolting from the bar. She pushed her way though the dance floor only to emerge on the other side and realize there wasn't an exit. She silently cursed at herself for over-reacting not everyone with a lapis lazuli is a vampire Bonnie

"Hey baby cakes." Bonnie turned to a man that was standing way to close to her. "Come here often."

Oh he did not just say that. She shook her head and like she had done most of the night dipped her head to avoid looking him in the eyes. The drunk boy inched closer to her, so close she could smell the rum of his breath.

"Ya me either." He smiled a weird lop sided smile. "But let me tell you, the girls here are wild. He murmured looking at her with blank eyes, his smile morphing into a daze look. For the first time Bonnie really looked at him, noticing how pale he was, how his breath came out heaves. Her eye traveled over his blotchy face to his scrawny neck where a bloody bite mark has slowly healing.

"Oh God." She chocked out

"They're just…just."

Shit shit shit

"Hey mate, I think perhaps the lass might not be wanting any company tonight." The two of them swirled to the man sitting in a near by booth. "Perhaps you should be shipping off."

The drunkard looked at him opening and closing and closing his mouth but not quite able to say anything. The booth man smiled and waved a man over from across the room. "How about I have Francis take you home."

Francis walked over to the boy just before he all but collapsed on the ground. Slowly he managed to lead him away, leaving Bonnie and the stranger alone.

"Sorry about that bonnie girl, Boys get a bit rattled here." Bonnie's skinned drained a milky white when he called her by her name. She had to calm herself to reason he probably called all strange girls bonnie.*

"It's fine." She huffed out and turned to leave.

"Hey wait! Isn't the hero supposed to get a rewards for saving the damsel?" He grinned jumping out of his seat and gently laying a hand on her arm.

"Are you a vampire?" She blurted out as soon as she looked him in the eyes. His smile slipped away and he looked surprisingly flustered. His hand dropped off her arm and she took a step back from him, he leaned in close and lowered his voice for only her to hear.

"And how do you know about vampire?"

***

"This is stupid. Why are we even here." Stefan shuffled behind Damon as they entered the dimly lit bar. Damon threw a glare over his shoulder to his little brother, finally tired of the incisive questioning, he pushed Stephan ahead of him making him bump into a table. "Sorry, sorry, I can replace that shirt."

Stephen grabbed a napkin and started dabbing at the stain on the mans shirt. Damon rolled his eyes and moved deeper into the bar, he shoved his hand into his pocket and felt the crumpled piece of paper. Richie's pub at the corner of Holmes street, ask for Anthony. A blond waitress walked past him and his hand shot out, wrapping around her thin arm.

"Good evening, dear. You wouldn't happen to know where Anthony is would you?" He purred out attempting to hide how incredibly pissed he already was. The girl looked at him startled, she blinked in confusion for a moment before tilting her head to the shadowy corner of the bar. Damon snapped his fingers at Stephan who followed him mumbling under his breath. The group of men laughed as they raised their heads back emptying the contents of their shot glasses. With out a word Damon grabbed a chair and sat down across from the most competent looking person.

"Which one of you is Anthony?" He growled out. The others exchanged looks, one reached inside his jacket before the blond man put his hand on his.

"That won't be necessary Christopher." He said before leaning in towards Damon. "I don't think I've seen you around these parts before."

"I'm looking for someone." Damon said leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Sorry I can't help you."

"What?" Stephan sputtered. "Why not?"

"Never met the guy, sorry." He said waving the waitress over.

"We haven't even told you it is." Stephan pointed out. "It's not even a guy."

"Stephan." Damon warned, elbowing him in the side. "Let the grown ups do the talking."

Anthony paused for a second as he grabbed the vodka bottle from the waitress. He poured another round of drinks sliding two new glasses over to the brother, which Damon drank and Stephan ignored. "And how did you hear about me exactly?"

"We're friends of bonnie."

Oh for the love of god brother will you just shut up.

"Bonnie eh? Well that changes everything."

Everything was perfect .then he showed up. Bonnie thought as she shoved everything she could into her tiny suitcase. And I don't think the 'crying damsel' act will work twice.

Ring, ring, ring.

"Damn phone. I'm not picking up." She mumbled letting it go to voicemail.

"Bonnie. It's Katy." Bonnie turned towards the phone and considered picking it up for a moment. "There are two boys here. They just asked about Black Rose. What did you tell them? Anthony isn't going keep them occupied for long." At the sound of the high pitched beep Bonnie cursed and grabbed her suitcase and car keys before booking it out the door. Oh this is not going to end well.

* incase some don't know, bonnie is kind of Irish/UK lingo for something small or cute and is sometimes used as a term of endearment.