*A/N* So it's been like forever since I posted an update, literally two years. I haven't really even touched my account in that time but I recently noticed some people liking my story, so I thought i'd try to continue it a little. Not sure how long I will keep updating, but for those of you who have been waiting, here is chapter 15. Enjoy :) *A/N*

Damon vamped all over town recklessly searching for any trace of Elena. At this moment he didn't even care if he exposed himself and the rest of the group as vampires, the secret would be out sooner or later. All he cared about, was finding whoever took his beautiful girlfriend, and ripping them to shreds. Show no mercy, he thought to himself, pretending not to notice the fact that he had no idea where to even begin searching for Elena. Annoyed, he vamped into an empty alleyway and released all of his pent up anger and frustration into a single, forceful punch into a nearby brick wall.

Was everyone else blind to think that they could trust the people in this town? He punched the wall again. They thought it better to sit and talk like that was going to solve all their problems. Again, his knuckles collided with solid stone. It hurt, but he ignored the pain. Hopelessly he turned around and put his back to the wall and slid down to sit on the ground, watching his bloody knuckles heal in the blink of an eye.

"Damon?" A familiar voice muttered from the darkness of the alleyway.

Damon turned his head in the direction of the voice, straining his eyes to try to see who was standing amidst the darkness. He caught the faint glimpse of brown hair and a slender figure.

"Elena?" he asked incredulous.

"Not quite." The figure emerged from the darkness. Damon recognized the brown hair and soft face of his girlfriend, but when he looked into her eyes, he saw someone else.

"Katherine" he snarled. Before either of them knew what had happened Damon had pinned her against the stone wall by her neck.

"How are you alive!?" He exclaimed as Katherine hung choking.

"Damon!" She coughed, and reluctantly he let her down.

"If you don't start talking -" Damon warned.

"Look," Katherine began hunched over and holding her throat. "I don't know why I'm here anymore than you do." she told him. Damon studied her and noticed how unkempt she looked. Her hair, which was usually curled to perfection, now hung limply from her head. Her clothes, especially her heels which were Katherine's signature look, were torn and disheveled.

"The last time we saw you, Bonnie said that you had been taken by the Other Side." Damon stated looking wide eyed at her appearance.

"And I was," Katherine replied. "One second I was with the witch, the next i'm lifted into the air."

"That still doesn't explain how you're alive" Damon snapped.

"I was getting to that," Katherine retorted. "After I was swept up into the air, I found myself in a separate section of the Other Side. I guess it's for the especially wicked." she remarked sarcastically. "If you think the Other Side is bad, this place was worse."

Damon watched as Katherine physically shivered.

"It seemed like I spent an eternity in there, surrounded by rippers, vampires and werewolves, most of them enemies of Klaus," she commented "Until one day there was this bright light. It filled up the entire world, then there was nothing but white. I forgot where I was. When I woke up, I found myself in a random alleyway beside a dumpster."

"And when was this?" Damon cut in.

"About a month ago." Katherine replied.

"Right when we destroyed the Other Side." he muttered more to himself than to Katherine. Suddenly Damon's eyes got wide as a thought occurred to him.

"What happened to the rest of the souls on the Other Side?" Damon asked.

"I'm not sure," Katherine told him. "I lost track of all of them when I landed here. Damon you have to help me, I know no one here, I have nothing! For some reason i'm still human, I can't protect myself."

"Shut up, so you're telling me that the rest of those supernatural creatures on the other side could possibly be wandering around anywhere?"

"I'm telling you, I don't know" Katherine replied.

Bonnie landed carefully on the dumpster below her window and climbed down into the alleyway. The streets were dark and deserted, there was no one in sight. Although she could easily just walk down Main Street and reach her destination quicker, Bonnie decided upon using the back streets of Storybrooke. Carefully she made her way through the darkness, meeting no one except a stray cat here and there. As she rounded a corner, Bonnie noticed two figures outside of one of the main stores. She froze and quickly hid behind the corner again.

It was the same two figures she had seen in the library earlier today, except this time they seemed to be arguing.

"We've gone too far, Crocodile" said the man with one hand.

"That is simply none of your business," spoke the other man. "All you're here to do is whatever I tell you to do."

"We had a deal, I do what you say and you give me my heart back." argued the hooked man.

"That was never part of the deal, and you're not in a position to be making demands. As long as I need you you're not going anywhere. And remember, one word of this and - " At that moment the man reached into his coat pocket and brought out a glowing red object. Bonnie was too far to make out what it was but she did realize that it strangely resembled what Damon and Elena had described the mayor held earlier that day. The man held the glowing object and slowly began to squeeze, recalling a cry of pain from the hooked man. Bonnie gasped and drew the attention of the two men before she quickly hid again behind the wall.

Her back was placed flat against the wall and she held her breath as she prayed for the two men not to find her.

"Who's there" came the call of the older man. Bonnie waited in a couple seconds of terrifying silence where she didn't know whether to stay put and wait to be discovered or run and draw attention to herself.

Moments later she heard the voices again, except now they were quiet whispers.

"This isn't over, we'll meet again soon."

Bonnie waited in agonizing silence until she braved turning to look around the corner again. The street was clear and there was no one in sight. She squinted to look at what store they had been standing in front of and recognized a small sign sitting in the front window that labeled a Pawn Shop.