I was trapped inside a small cement room with a metal door. I focused my hearing to find out someone was outside pacing back and forth. I forced myself to stand up. The room started spinning and I almost completely lost my balance. Once I regained my balance, I quickly went to the door and looked out through the slit. I saw Elijah pacing back and forth.

"Brother," I tried to speak but my mouth was dried out from not having any blood. "I need something to eat,"

He looked back through the slit and met my eyes. 

"Here, sister." He tossed in a blood bag through the slit. "How are you feeling?"

"Starving. The hunger," I paused and chugged the blood bag until it was empty. "It's so overpowering. I can't fight it."

"You'll get through this, sister. We are going to help you."

"Who?"

"Damon is looking for Klaus. We are going to see if he can help you."

"Why do you think Klaus would ever help someone other than himself?"

"Well, since you took his side in daggering us all these years, I'm sure he'd love to help you."

I gave out a weak laugh. I sat down and stared at the empty blood bag. I needed more. One blood bag is almost like a drop of water to a dehydrated man in the middle of a work out. It did nothing.

"Could I have another bag, brother?"

"I'm sorry. We are cutting down your diet."

I sped to the door and hit it.

"Elijah!"

I used my force to try and pry the door open. I almost had it until Elijah gave me another dosage of vervain in my neck.

"Elijah, please." I said, sinking to the ground.

"Sorry, sister. It's for your own good."

Damon's P.O.V.

I waited in the forest park for Klaus. There is where I was suppose to meet him at 6:00. It's now 7 and he's not here. 

"Hello, Salvatore." Klaus said from behind me.

"I guess someone doesn't understand the term, 'time is of the essence.'" I teased.

"If you want my help, then you must do what I say and you can't give me your normalized disobedient record you have with others."

"Is there any way to help her?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. I've known her for over 1000 years and she was never really cured from the last time she was a ripper. It was still inside her. It took all of her power just not to eat a vampire. There really is no way to help her."

"But you made it seem like-"

"I said there is no way to stop her, but there is a way to slow her down."

"What?"

"You need to give her a few hundred years before she's trained,"

"There's got to be a faster way." He stopped. "What if we could find a spell."

"If you can find a spell to help her. I'll give you my praise. I haven't ever been able to find one for centuries. If you think you can do better, then by all means." 

I speeded off to Bonnie's house and knocked on the door. I knew she wouldn't let me inside, but I just need her to come with me and help.

Bonnie opened the door, as soon as she saw it was me, she shut the door.

"Bonnie, wait!" I said. "I need your witchy help."

"With what?"

"Someone," I chose my words carefully in attempt to keep Bonnie from knowing that she was actually a Mikaelson. "Someone has turned into a ripper. She is worse than Stefan. If she gets out the way she is now, she will kill everyone in Mystic Falls and spread across the world. She won't stop. I need help finding a spell to stop her." I may have over-exaggerated a little bit to make sure Bonnie knows how important it is that we stop her.

"What's in it for me?" She asked through the door.

"I won't ever double-cross you or anyone you know. I'll make sure that you don't get trapped in the vampire mess anymore." I paused. "And Elena, Caroline and Stefan, any supernatural being will die."

"What do I need to do?"