Bloodlust → Stefan Salvatore [1]

Fool Me Once

     My eyes slowly open, there's this huge pain in my head. I carefully sit myself up and look behind me, there's a bit of blood on the bed. I look around, I'm in a motel room. A loud snore comes from the far corner of the room. I jump back, it's the bartender from the grill. Did he bring me here? Last night Damon fed me his blood, and I was hit hard in the head. What if I'm... no, I shouldn't think about that right now. Right now I need to get out of here.

I creep towards the door. Every time this freak twitches, it cares the crap out of me, and he does it a lot. I reach for the door handle, and slowly unlock it. As soon as I start to twist it, I feel something approach from behind.
"I wouldn't if I were you." I turn around, the man is standing right in front of me. He grabs me by the shoulders and applies pressure. Pressure and vampire strength mixed together hurts. I squint my eyes and grit my teeth in pain. He let's go and grabs my jaw.
"Huh..." he examines my face, then keeps it still and stares into my eyes.
"Don't try to leave... don't even move or speak, do you understand?"
"I understand..." I whisper. He nods then turns around. Idiot, I'm wearing vervain. I turn and open the door to run.
"Going somewhere?" A girl asks from the outside. She pushes me in and locks the door behind her. She grabs my throats and throws me into the bathroom. She slams the door shut. I sigh. I hear something come from the tub. I look over to see Bonnie, lying in the tub, unconscious.

I grab a towel and run some cold water in it. I rub it on Bonnie's head, and she slowly wakes up.
"Blake?"
"It's okay, Bonnie."
"Oh my god, the bartender, Ben, he's a- sssssh... I shush her. I mouth to her. They can hear us. I turn on the sink's faucet so it drowns out our voices.
"Why are we here?" She asks.
"I think it has something to do with the grimoire."
"What grimoire."
"Emily's grimoire, Damon has it because he thinks there's a spell in it that can open the tomb." Bonnie sighs.
"Why didn't I know about this?"
"We wanted to keep you out of it so it wouldn't come to this." I confess.
"To what?"
"They need a witch to break the spell and open the tomb." Ben breaks the door open and turns off the faucet.
"Your wasting your time..." Bonnie starts, Ben looks over at us. "I'm not gonna help you." Ben grabs me and hurls me into the air.
"That's why he's here... motivation. You know, you shouldn't be so desperate... you made it too easy." He looks at me and throws me out the door.
"Now, she wants to talk to you."

Ben shuts himself in the bathroom with Bonnie. I turn around to see the girl leaning on the table.
"Well well, Blake Gilbert... you look familiar."
"Am I supposed to know who you are?" I ask with attitude.
"Of course, I'm Anna. Your brother should have mentioned me." Dammit Jeremy! You had to date a vampire!
"So, what's the plan. You get the grimoire, and you open the tomb... but why?" I ask. She silent for a few moments.
"My mother is in the tomb."
"Oh, I'm... sorry."
"Please, we both know your far from sorry." My phone rings on the bed, I try to grab it, but Anna vamp-runs and gets to it first.
"Blake's phone." The silence from the other end makes my heart stop.
"Hello to you too, Mr. Salvatore. I have Blake here, he looks delicious." My heart drops.
"Of course you'll get him back, but with a trade. Him for the grimoire."
"We'll meet in public, so there isn't any stunts. Town square, one hour." She hangs up the phone.