Damon sat on the chair as Stefan sat across from him. He had taken the gun cautiously from his distraught brother and gave it to Marcel. They sat in the parlor room, silence surrounded them.

"I took care of it," Marcel said as he walked back into the room. "I put him in the trunk for now until we decide what to do with him."

"Thank you," Stefan whispered softly.

Marcel nodded at him. Marcel knew what Stefan was going through. He too had once killed someone though it was on complete accident…it was a little boy named Henrik Mikaelson. They never suspected that it was Marcel because he panicked and hid the body well. Henrik's face haunted Marcel's mind every single moment of his life. He didn't mean to run over him…he just…he was a coward for not saying anything about it. He wondered if he would ever see Kol again. Yet Marcel prayed to God that he didn't because he knew that he would kill him for destroying his little sister's life.

"What happened, Stefan?"

"I don't-I can't remember. Father told me something that really pissed me off and then all I saw was red. Next thing I know I'm holing father's gun in my hand, he's lying dead on the floor, and then you come in." Stefan said in a dead tone.

"Is there anything else?" Damon asked.

"No…Bonnie!" Stefan gasped.

"Bonnie?" Marcel asked curiously.

"What about Bonnie?!" Damon urged, eyes wide with concern.

"I-It wasn't about her…but he said…"

"What did he say, Stefan!" Damon asked loudly.

"He made it seem like he was going to kill Bonnie."

Damon and Marcel looked at each other for a moment, already knowing that the both of them would have to do. Damon grabbed Stefan's arm, hauling him away from the study as he threw Marcel his car keys saying, "We're going back to New York."

Damon and Marcel walked quickly through the doors of The Salvatore Company building, glancing around for Bonnie. Damon had dropped Stefan off at Lexi's house, Stefan's best friend. If there was anyone in the world that would be able to manhandle Stefan when he's going crazy, it would be Lexi Branson. Though Damon would never admit this aloud because Lexi would never let him forget it. Damon froze as he saw a teary-eyed Caroline being embraced by Klaus in the middle of the grey and black marble lobby.

No, no, no, no, please God no…

Damon went up to them with Marcel following behind. "Hey, what's going on?"

"Marcellus." Klaus said.

Caroline knitted her brows in confusion. "Who are you?"

"I'm Bonnie's older brother and Klaus, so nice to see you again," Marcel replied.

"What happened?" Damon asked.

Caroline ignored him and said, "Bonnie's brother? Bonnie doesn't have a brother."

A brief look of hurt passed over Marcel's eyes, but he quickly pushed it away. He needed to find Bonnie. He couldn't protect her once s he'd be dammed if he let history repeat itself.

"Where's Bonnie?" Damon asked angrily.

"Yes, I've been wondering the same thing," a voice said from behind them.

The three men all wanted to beat the shit of Kol as they turned and looked at him. Caroline glared at him along with the rest of them. Yes, Bonnie had told her all about Kol. Though Bonnie was drunk off her ass to be taken seriously since she started to sob hysterically and uncontrollably.

"Where is my sweet Bonnie?" Kol said and smirked at them.

Marcel lost it and saw blind white rage. He lunged at Kol, punching him right in the face. Caroline, Klaus, and Damon stared at Marcel beating the crap out of Kol with wide yet grateful eyes. Marcel was quick to his punches. Over and over again, Marcel kept on hitting Kol in the face. Kol gained the upper hand and punched Marcel in the gut causing him to grunt in pain.

Damon pulled Marcel while Klaus pulled Kol off of each other. They struggled violently in each of their arms. Damon glared at them and said angrily, "This is my company! So calm yourselves down right now!"

They stopped struggling and they let go of them. Damon turned his eyes to Klaus and said, "What happened?! And where the hell is Bonnie?!"

"Someone kidnapped her last night. A janitor saw someone slam her head against her car window and put her in the back of a black van."

"Did he see the kidnapper?" Damon urged.

"No. I'm afraid the gentleman was all in black, he kept his face hidden," Klaus replied.

Damon felt like he couldn't breathe. He needed air. And right now or he'll pass out. He backed away from them and then stumbled out of the building. He untied his tie and leaned against the building's cool black marble wall. He inhaled and exhaled deep breaths. I should've been there, he thought grimly, it's my fault…I did this.

Damon took out his wallet and took out the picture of Bonnie he had. He smiled at it. Her black hair curled in perfection, not a hair out of place. She was smiling with her lips. The picture was in black and white, but it only gave Bonnie more beauty. Her caramel skin flawless as the light shinned on it, she wore a white summer dress that had fat straps and left her arms bare. The dress only went up to her knees though it complimented her immensely as it was both flowing and tight around her body.

"I'll find you…I promise," Damon whispered softly, a sorrowful expression on his face.

Bonnie groaned and she tried to open her eyes, but her body wouldn't let her. She spread her hands out and felt silk beneath her fingertips. She knitted her eyebrows in confusion then she shot up in the bed when her eyes opened and memories of last night flooded into her mind. Bonnie looked frantically around the darkness for any kind of light, but alas there was none.

Bonnie tried to move her legs and something clanked. Her hands blindly searched the bed for whatever it was. She let a tiny gasp escape as she felt chains and a shackle around her ankle. Fear rushed her body and her heart started to pound against her chest. Her chest heaved up and down as she made the chains clank together when she struggled to move to her legs.

Just then the lights flashed on and she squinted her eyes and winced at the light. She looked around and what she saw frightened her to her very core. Bonnie saw that she was on a pink silk bed in a grey and lifeless room that came out of torture film. She saw the plastered with saws, knives, ropes, chains, black gloves, mallets, hammers, different kinds of wires, and below them there was a metal work table with other tools of dissection she did not know of. There were clean and sliver scalpels, blades, probes, scissors, and there was a surgical loupes that were used to see inside of the body when dissecting the body.

She saw a bear trap on the floor and hidden under the work table. There were clear shower curtains around her and the floor was a dirty white tile. The room was like a basement and there were no windows or ay source of happiness in there. It was depressing and grey, metal surrounded her as well. She looked down and saw that she was in a frilly pink and short nightgown on her. Bonnie noticed that her part of the basement was like her…it was exactly like her old room from when she was a teenager, right now to the picture on the end table of her dad and her, smiling at Christmas from when she was ten years old and barely had lost a tooth on her top teeth. She was being hugged from behind by her father. Then she saw the other picture behind it of her brothers, Connor and Marcel as they hugged her fourteen year old self lifting her up in the air laughing.

Her heart swelled at the memories she shared with her family and wondered what life would've been like if she never got pregnant. Bonnie never allowed herself to think that way because now she was a Bennet and wanted to move on with her life and forget the people who gave her up. The door opened at the top of the stairs and a man stood there though the top part of his body was hidden from her view. He slowly came down the stairs and she moved back into the headboard.

The man that she had met on the elevator smiled at her and said, "Hello, Bonnie. Do you know who I am?"

"Mason, um, Mason Lockwood…the guy from the elevator," she answered worriedly.

He nodded and didn't move from his spot. "Good. You probably know my nephew, Tyler. He's married to your childhood friend, Rebekah Mikaelson."

"I guess being a sadist runs in the family, huh?" Bonnie spat.

He chuckled and looked to where his tools were then back at her. "I guess having bastards runs in the family, huh?" he shot back. This silenced Bonnie. "I know so many things about each of the elite families of the Upper East Side of New York including yours. I know all your little dirty secrets."

"You want something. I know you know I was disowned so I can't give you what you want."

"I know that," he said then brought the chair from the corner and sat in. "But I'm not trying to ruin your life when it's already ruined. I plan to ruin Damon Salvatore's and sadly that involves you now."

"Why do you want to ruin his life, you psychopath?!"

He chuckled darkly. "There is so much that you don't know about him. I went to grade school and high school with the Salvatore brothers and I will tell you one thing. Damon and Stefan Salvatore have a dark side that you don't want to unleash."

"Stefan?"

"Mmm, yup. He tends to get a little crazy when he's drinking, you know he had black outs, lashes out at people-"

"Stefan may have his dark side, but at least he doesn't enjoy hurting women." She snapped.

"What about Damon, huh?!" he shouted as he shot up and out of his chair. "What about him?! You don't know what that bastard has done to me or her!"

"Her? Who's her?" she asked, knitting her eyebrows in confusion.

"Katherine Pierce. He needs to pay for what he did." He seethed angrily.

"I didn't know."

"Of course, you wouldn't know!" he yelled. "Perfect! This will make it even better."

"What are you going to do?" she asked hesitantly.

He smiled cruelly. "Well, I was going to do much worse things to you, but something was brought to my attention."

"What was that?"

He sighed and walked towards her. She backed herself further into the headboard, hugging her knees to her chest. "Well, it's actually two things. One being that you're more use to me alive than dead. And another being that well, how do I put this delicately? You're pregnant…and you know it."

She froze and looked away. "How did you know?"

"If you squeeze a lemon then eventually it's gonna pop," he joked. "I squeezed the right lemon."

"Dr. Fell," she realized. "What did you do to her?!"

"You'll just have to wait and see, heiress." He smirked. "So I'm guessing that it's Damon's…"

"Don't you dare touch me," she snapped. "I'll kill you if I have to."

He roared with laughter. "You have no idea of the things that I can do to you."

She chuckled and then said impassively as she held her chin out defensively, "You have no idea what I'm capable of."

He then turned and walked back up stairs, leaving her alone. Unconsciously, she put her delicate hand over her flat stomach protectively.

I will protect you this time…I promise, she vowed in her thoughts.

TBC…

THANK YOU ALL FOR THE REVIEWS, FOLLOWS, AND FAVORITES! YOU GUYS ARE SO AWESOME AND I'M REALLY SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO UPDATE!

I'll explain more about Mason and Katherine's relationship…and maybe Damon's story. But yeah, you'll be seeing a whole lot of Kol. He really wants Bonnie back and you all can probably guess why he's back. Mason is going to make appearances too, but as the villain. He's going to be a real pain in the ass for Damon and Bonnie's relationship. Yay, Bonnie's pregnant! Err, well, I guess you should be half happy and half worried for their child because Damon has enemies ever since high school that have been just dying to get back at him.

The part about being abused by his dad was only HALF of Damon's story so when we come to that chapter about Damon and his teenage years, you're not going to pity him actually. Like Mason said, both Damon and Stefan have a dark side that you don't want to even know about. Sorry if this story seems kind of dark, but it is called, "Confessions Of A Mad Man" and I'm not saying that Damon's crazy, but he can be…you know what, they're all crazy, let's just put it that way.

I hoped you all liked this chapter and I will try to update faster.

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