I woke up feeling really tired and drained. Looking around, I realised that I was in my hotel room and my hands were cuffed together. As I sat up, I felt a wave of nausea and a sudden pain in my neck.

"Did I forget to mention that inviting a vampire into your house is not the smartest thing to do?" Sherry quipped as she sat down on next to me. I flinched away from her looking at her with an intense hatred that I had only ever felt for the yellow eyed demon and Lilith so far.

"But you know," Sherry continued, "ingesting vervain before meeting up with Damon was a smart move. I'm guessing that the Founder's Council filled you up on that."

"Is that why I'm still alive?" I asked her, a slight smile on my face, "And why you have me all tied up?"

"You're alive because we don't like to kill unnecessarily and you're going to continue staying tied up until all the vervain leaves your system," Sherry told me in a matter-of-factly tone.

"You are going to compel me to forget aren't you?" I gasped out as I realised what she was planning to do. I was already simultaneously trying to get out of these cuffs, but it was difficult to do that with a vampire babysitting me over here.

In fact I was just surprised that she hadn't tried to hurt me since I'd woken up and was actually keeping her distance from me, it was as if she was trying to give me some space. I also noticed that except for my neck, where Sherry had tried to bite me, I didn't have any bruises or cuts or anything else which was weird considering that this was supposed to be the ruthless vampire that had killed all those people in this town.

"So you are the vampire that's been killing all those innocent people," I stated, trying to distract Sherry long enough to get out of the cuffs.

"Ummm, yes and no," she said as her eyes fell onto the second bed in this room.

"What is that supposed to-," I started off before I was interrupted.

"Hey, I noticed that when you were talking to us back in the Grill, you said that you had a partner who was working with you. Is he here in this town with you?" She asked and I felt the beginning of a lump in my throat.

"There is no way that I'm telling you anything so you might as well kill me," I spat out at her and I expected some kind of an instant reaction from her. Maybe a little bit of violence. What I didn't expect was her calm reply.

"Why would I want to hurt you when I could just compel you to tell the truth?" She questioned and I knew that I'd have to work fast if I wanted to get out of here before the vervain faded out of my system.

"How much time does it take for the vervain to get out of my system?" I asked, trying to calculate my chances of survival.

"24 hours, I think," Sherry murmured as she sat on the bed right in front of the TV. I cringed as I realised that it was Dean's place, where he would usually sit on his bed.

"Is this your bed or your partner's?" Sherry asked noticing my reaction, but I didn't reply and so she turned her attention back to the TV.

"So this whole 'frightened innocent victim' thing. It was all an act," I said as I looked at her, "You and Damon had this all planned from the beginning didn't you?"

"Ever since you came into the Grill with that huge file," Sherry said looking at me.

Damon raised his eyebrow as he noticed the guy sitting a few bar stools away from him. 'Wonder what's in that file of his?' So Damon decided that the best way of knowing what was in that file was not by going to the file himself, but by letting it come to him.

"Hey Matt, why don't you go give that guy a drink?"

"It only took one look at your file for him to realise that you were trouble and that you had to be taken care of," Sherry said with a shrug, "and after you mentioned that you were the FBI his suspicion was confirmed."

"So why not kill me then," I asked her, "Why wait until now."

I was almost free of the cuffs, and so close to victory that I could literally taste it.

"Because we had our doubts about you," she said, "I thought that we could just compel you to go away and get this over with but Damon insisted that I use my damsel in distress kind of act to get more information out of you. He said that something wasn't right about you."

Dammit, I should have been more careful. I shouldn't have believed Sherry so soon and so damn easily. I should have known that this whole damn thing had been too good to be true.

"Yeah," I murmured, "Dean always said that I was a sucker for damsels in distress."

"Your brother Dean," she asked and I flinched before I could stop myself, "He's in hell isn't he."

I wasn't sure but I could swear that I had heard a hint of sympathy, or was it pity, in her voice. "How did you know about that?" I asked referring to what she'd just said about my brother being in hell.

"You told me," she said softly and I suddenly felt angry on myself. I couldn't believe that I had told Sherry everything, even the part about my brother being to hell.

"Funny isn't it," she said, "What you share with a person over a mug of hot chocolate."

I suddenly realised the few things that I had done wrong over here. First would be bringing the file over to the Grill-I should have been more oblivious. Second would be falling for Sherry's whole damsel in distress act-it was just an act! Third on that list would be telling her the truth about me and fourth would be not checking my mug full of hot chocolate to see if it was drugged or something.

"You drugged me didn't you," I spat out at her accusingly; "You put something in my mug of hot chocolates to make me tell you the truth. Tell you things that I wouldn't ever tell anybody else."

The moment I said it to her, I could swear that I saw hurt and some other expression reflect on her face that I couldn't recognise, but it was replaced by that same uncaring expression.

Just as I was free of my cuffs, the doorbell rang and I didn't have to have vampire hearing to know who that was. Damon.