Chapter twenty four

"Don't take what you don't need from me"- A Drop In The Ocean by Ron Pope

After Roger pulled away from Charlie, he wiped his mouth as she pressed her sleeve to her neck, trying to stop the bleeding. That was the most painful biting she had ever received from a vampire. She held in her screams though- she wasn't going to give them the pleasure.

"Did you like that, sweetheart?" Roger leered at her, blood visible in his teeth. She gaged slightly at the sight.

"I bet she did- look, her husband's bitten her," one of the other men piped up, pointing to the faded bite mark on the other side of Charlie's neck.

"I can see why, her blood is delicious," Roger said, before pushing Charlie into Jason's arms. "Take her back to her room."

Jason's grip on Charlie's arm was tight and painful, she didn't give any sign that it was. Charlie imagined that she was a vampire, and "turned off" her feelings. She couldn't, of course, but it helped her to not be afraid.

Jason pushed Charlie roughly into the room she was in before, and then slammed the door shut. The room had no windows, but Charlie found a light switch and turned it on, so that a flickering light dimly lit up the room.

She sighed and sat down in the corner of the room, pulling her knees up to her chin. This was about Damon; they had taken her to get to Damon. Charlie wasn't angry at Damon because of it, it wasn't his fault that he loved her and these bastards decided to use it against him. She was glad that they had gotten her instead of her husband- she couldn't imagine how it would feel, to have things flipped, so that Damon was the one they had taken.

Charlie felt like a damsel in distress waiting for her prince to come rescue her. She hated damsels in distress and she didn't want to be one, but there wasn't much she could do. She was just a human in a house full of vampires, werewolves, and hunters. She couldn't fight them off, not even the other humans.

So her only option was to wait for Damon to come rescue her, and she hated that it was. But what could she do? Nothing, Charlie couldn't do anything.

As Charlie rested her head on her knees, exhaustion came over her. She hadn't taken her pills in days, and she could only imagine what everything was doing to her heart. Maybe if she was lucky, her heart would fail before Roger could kill her by ripping her throat open with his teeth. She closed her eyes. No, she couldn't think like that. She had to be positive; she had to have faith in her husband.

Eventually, Charlie drifted off into sleep in a position that was bound to mess up her neck and back. The dream she had did instill more faith in her husband, faith that in turn, gave her a more positive attitude.

She was on the beach in the Bahamas. It was sunny and there was a light breeze. Charlie was back in one of her skimpy bikinis, lounging in a lawn chair and soaking up the sun's rays. She closed her eyes and sighed contently.

"Charlie."

Her hazel eyes opened at that voice, and when she saw Damon standing in front of her, she beamed and jumped up. His arms wrapped around her waist and he hugged her tightly to him. Charlie smiled into his chest, hugging him back.

"Where are you?" Damon demanded without pulling away from her.

"I don't know," she told him. "In a house somewhere. I haven't seen the outside since I got there."

"When you wake up, I need you to look outside and try to find some sort of landmark, so that I can find you. Can you do that, Char?" he asked me.

"I don't want to wake up," she mumbled into his chest.

"I don't want you to wake up either," Damon said, hugging her even tighter.

"I love you," Charlie said suddenly, looking up at him. "In case something happens, I want you to know that."

"Don't say that, Charlie," Damon groaned. "I'm going to get you back, I promise."

And I'll hold you to that," she agreed, a serious glint in her hazel eyes. "But in case something goes wrong, can you just say that you love me too?"

Damon sighed before kissing his wife's forehead. "I love you Charlie, and I'm going to find you."

And with those words, Charlie woke up.

For most of the next day, Charlie sat in the room. She didn't get a chance to look outside like Damon had asked of her, not even when Jason brought her food- which consisted of old crackers, a bruised apple, and water. She ate it all though, since she was starving.

She hadn't gotten another dream featuring Damon again, though she looked forward to them every time she fell asleep. She knew that he was out there looking for her, and she couldn't wait to feel his arms around her for real.

"Come here, Charlie."

Charlie was playing with her wedding ring when Jason opened her door and called her. She stayed sitting, forcing him to groan and march over to her. He grabbed her by her curls and yanked her up. Charlie held back her yelp, biting down on her bottom lip.

"When I tell you to do something, do it," Jason growled in her ear before releasing her hair. He pushed Charlie forward, and she walked out of the room and into the living room. Roger and his cronies were waiting for her.

"Hello Charlie, sweetheart." Roger smirked at her, before gesturing for her to sit down in a chair in the middle of the room. When she didn't budge, Jason dug his fingers into her shoulders and forced her down into it.

"I've decided to send your husband a little video, let him know just how much fun we're having here," Roger said, before pulling out Charlie's phone.

"And action," he said, pressing play. Charlie stared into the camera, her eyes expressionless. She didn't move or talk, and eventually she let her eyes wander around the room, stopping at the window. If she could just get closer to it…

"Aw, come on Charlie. You're not making this video very exciting." Roger groaned. Then he smirked menacingly before gesturing another vampire behind him. "Go have fun with her, Marc."

Her eyes widened as the vampire approached her. Without a word, he bit roughly into her neck. Her mouth opened as if to scream, but she stopped herself. Charlie closed her eyes and waited for it to be over. Eventually the vampire had had enough and he pulled away from her neck.

"How was that, Charlie?" Roger asked her in a mock interview voice. "What would you like to say to your husband? They'll probably be your last, you know. It's all his fault you're here in the first place."

"Go to hell," she spat, glaring.

Roger laughed arrogantly. "I see why you like her, Damon. She's feisty- it's hot."

Suddenly, Jason grabbed Charlie roughly and kissed her. His mouth was hot on hers, and he tasted like beer. Charlie beat on his back, trying to get away. When he did let go of her, she slapped him across the face, causing the men around them to "ooh" like children.

Jason glared fiercely at her, before pushing her out of the chair, causing Charlie to hit her head on the floor. Her vision blurred for a second before Jason grabbed her by the throat and yanked her up.

"Don't you ever do that again," he growled at her, before throwing her against the wall. Charlie's head smacked painfully against the wall and she fell to the floor like a ragdoll. She lay still on the floor, her entire body in pain.

Charlie looked up and peered out the window. A dirty neighborhood met her eyes, but she managed to catch a street sign and a house number. 233 Jaybird Lane. She repeated that to herself over and over as Jason yanked her back up.

"And cut!" Roger yelled, laughing. "That was great, perfect."

"Why are you doing this? What did Damon do to you?" Charlie blurted out, the back of her head aching with pain.

"He took everything away from me Charlie, I'm just returning the favor," Roger said, all humor leaving his eyes. Then he blinked and his smirk returned. "Put her back in her room, Jason."

Charlie allowed Jason to drag her back to the small, dingy room, her mind trying to process his cryptic words. What had her husband done?

Charlie returned to her corner, and tried her hardest to fall asleep. She had an address- or at least most of one. She'd tell Damon it and then he'd come save her from these bastards. She wouldn't care when he would kill them all, because of what they'd done to her, to them.

Charlie finally drifted off to sleep, praying that Damon would be in her dreams.

Damon watched the video over and over again. He memorized every single thing that happened to his wife- he was going to make those assholes pay for it. He also looked for anything he recognized, anything that might tell him where she was. The only good thing the video told him was that Charlie was alive.

As Damon played the video again, looking for anything he might've missed the first four times, he suddenly heard a familiar voice. It belonged to the man recording the video, and Damon had heard it before.

"You're going to drive yourself crazy if you watch that video again," Stefan said, walking into the living room. Damon didn't take his eyes off of the video though.

"I know who it is, Stefan," Damon said suddenly. "I know who took Charlie."

Damon knew who voice that was, but instead of making him feel any better of having a lead, Damon felt worse. If Roger had Charlie, his job of getting her back just got a hundred times harder.

A/N: I think that this story is reaching its end. I'm not sure how many chapters are left- could be ten or it could be two (it's definitely not two.)

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