When Bonnie missed her curfew Stefan didn't worry, he just figured that she was having a really good time hanging out with her friends and the time had gotten away from her.

However when it was going on two o'clock in the morning and she still hadn't gotten home nor was she answering her phone, he went looking for her.

The last time Stefan heard from Bonnie it was right after the game when she texted him letting him know that she was going to the Grill with her friends. So that's the first place the caramel haired vampire went and that's where he found her lone car in the parking lot of the closed restaurant. He walked up to the small vehicle and stopped when he picked up his brother's scent along with the smell of human blood, Bonnie's blood. There was a tiny speck that had long since dried on the car window of the driver's side door.

Stefan pulled out his phone, his rage consuming him as he called his brother.

Damon answered on the first ring with a slight chuckle in his voice. "Is that you Steffy? It's kind of late to be calling, don't you think?"

Stefan's eyes bled black. "Where is she?"

Damon rolled his eyes at the dumb question. "Now little brother, you already know the answer to that. But don't worry... she's in good hands."

Click.

Stefan Salvatore growled, his face transforming as he crushed the phone inside the palm of his hand.

Bonnie woke with a start, immediately sitting up, the clean smelling sheets dropping from her upper body and revealing the lovely lace nightgown she was wearing. But she hissed in pain when the inflamed, burning sensation from her shoulder pierced through her grogginess. Everything came rushing back to her mind all at once.

Damon had bitten her at the Grille when she went outside to her car, but after that everything else was a complete blank.

She gingerly touched the two small puncture wounds, wincing when the slight touch of her finger tips made the pain intensify.

But all of that was forgotten when Bonnie took in her surroundings and her heart began to pound. This wasn't her bed and the room she was in was just as unrecognizable.

She definitely wasn't at the boardinghouse.

Bonnie tried to stay calm as she flipped the covers from her body and got up from the bed, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpeting that covered the bedroom floor.

She crossed the room, going to the door and found it locked.

Now she began to panic, her hand going to her neck. She froze when she realized that her necklace was gone.

Her vervain filled necklace that kept her safe from being compelled by a vampire.

Oh god!

She never took that thing off.

The frightened girl jumped when she heard the door being unlocked from the outside.

Bonnie backed away from the door, her eyes frantically searching the room for something to use as a weapon to defend herself.

Shit! There was nothing that she could use.

The door opened and Bonnie's eyes widened in surprise when an older woman who looked like somebody's grandma walked inside the room carrying a breakfast tray.

"My goodness he was right, you are awake!" She said with a beaming smile on her sweet face. "I'm so glad." She said while setting down the tray. "You slept for so long that I was beginning to worry. But that handsome husband of yours said that you were fine...that you just needed rest and I guess he was right."

Bonnie's eyes were so big that they looked like fucking saucers. "M-My h-husband?" She stuttered.

The lady looked at Bonnie with a frown creasing her brow. "Why yes dear, your husband...Mr. Salvatore."

Bonnie swallowed hard. Now everything made sense. Damon was behind all of this. But why?

She had to be careful, knowing that the vampire was probably listening to every word they said, so she closed the space between her and the older lady.

"He's not my husband." She whispered lowly.

Bonnie didn't know how much to say to the woman because she couldn't tell whether she was under compulsion. So she kept it simple. "He's a very dangerous man. We have to get out of here."

The woman pulled back from Bonnie like that was the most absurd thing she'd ever heard. "Nonsense, Mr. Salvatore is a doll. You're a lucky girl to have such a wonderful husband."

Bonnie looked towards the open door, licking her lips nervously. She tried one more time. "You have to listen to me okay. Damon is lying to you. He's not my husband. I'm being held against my will."

The woman shook her head not believing Bonnie.

The desperate girl pointed to the small set of keys in the woman's hand. "Then why am I being locked inside this room?"

The woman looked down at the keys in her hand, a frown forming on her face and that's when Bonnie realized that the older woman was being compelled by Damon.

Bonnie touched the woman's shoulder. "It's okay." She tried to think of what to do next when out of her peripheral she saw Damon fill the doorway.

Bonnie dropped her hand from the woman's shoulder and backed away.

"Thank you Maggie for bringing up my wife's breakfast."

Maggie forgot all about what her and Bonnie had discussed, her face breaking out into a warm smile. "Oh you don't have to thank me Mr. Salvatore. It was my pleasure." She looked back at Bonnie. "She's such a lovely girl. You did well to marry her."

Damon's blue eyes flickered to Bonnie. "I did, didn't I."

Maggie Smith may have been old but she still remembered what it was like to be young and in love and when she saw the way Damon was looking at Bonnie, she immediately recognized that look in his eyes, so she excused herself, blushing as she left the room.

Damon closed the door as he entered the bedroom. He could hear Bonnie's heart begin to beat double time.

"Why did you bring me here?" She asked, purposefully not looking at him now that her necklace was gone and she was susceptible to being compelled.

Damon came to stand in front of her, blocking out everything else. Her chest began to slightly heave up and down. The vampire could smell her mounting fear.

She smelled amazing.

Noting that she wouldn't make direct eye contact with him, Damon smiled to himself. "Very, very smart girl."

The vampire lowered his eyes to her shoulder where he could see his mark and had to force down the overwhelming sense of possessiveness that filled him.

Bonnie swallowed hard, feeling his eyes bore into her. "Why am I here?" She repeated.

Damon's hand had a mind of its own and he reached out to caress the smooth curve of her left breast. Bonnie gasped at his touch, slapping his hand away and taking a step back.

He chuckled as his eyes slid down the length of her body, admiring how exquisite she looked in the nightgown.

"It seemed that I got a little carried away while drinking your blood. I took too much and you passed out." Pause. "I couldn't very well leave you in that state, now could I?"

"Yeah, you could have." Her eyes not going past his chin. "I want to go home, now."

Silence filled the room after she said that. She didn't dare look up.

"Why is that?" He asked lowly.

And he said it like he didn't want her to go, which confused the hell out of Bonnie.

Why was he doing this to her?

Damon said that he didn't want her anymore, but yet he got all jealous when he saw her talking to another guy. He bit her, but then he didn't want to leave her alone and vulnerable passed out in the Grille's parking lot. He brought her to only god knows where, but locked her in the bedroom while telling a complete stranger who he was compelling by the way that she was his wife when it wasn't even necessary for him to lie. And finally when she said that she wanted to go, he acted like it hurt him that she didn't want to stay.

Bonnie couldn't take any more of this and she lost it. "Stop fucking with my head...I can't take it!" She screamed.

She backed away from Damon, her eyes meeting his for the first time since he entered the room. "What are you trying to do to me? Are you trying to make me crazy...is that it?"

"Do you want to see me have a mental breakdown so that you and that ancient bitch can have a good laugh at my expense? Is that what you want Damon?!"

The vampire saw the girl unraveling right before his eyes and something inside of him kept urging him to go to Bonnie and comfort her, but he didn't move.

He watched as she backed herself into a corner, trying to get as far away from him as possible.

Damon turned his back on her and walked away, but stopped when he got to the door, his hand resting on the knob. He didn't look back.

"Forget about Katherine Pierce...she won't be laughing at anyone, anymore."

The vampire left the room, locking Bonnie inside once again.