“So that means your brother isn’t a witch then.” That was good information to know. “Since you’re a witch…have you tried to get out of here with your powers?” He had to ask. Bonnie had it in her head that she could find some kind of spell to get them out of the hotel and back to Mystic Falls, but he thought otherwise. “Oh…Oh, I feel bloody stupid now.” Why hadn’t he noticed who they were? Maybe because in the story they were children and the ones that were in the hotel were far from being children. “You’re a fairy tale from where I’m from too.”
He noticed the pain she was in. She was trying to hide it, but he could see it. He could let her suffer or he could actually be nice and offer his blood to her. He’ll have to think about that for a moment.
“Over a hundred years…” He wanted to let his head drop and hit the table with that information. He did not want to be stuck in this damn place for over a hundred years. And he was pretty sure that Bonnie wouldn’t want that either. “I really want to know what the whole point in all of this is? Why take us and trap us here? It’s starting to feel like some horrible experiment.” And he had been experimented on enough to last a million lifetimes.
He did get the hint. He didn’t need to hear anymore.
He sighed. “Do you want some of my blood? I don’t know how much longer I can take watching you twinge in pain every time you move and breathe.”