Since you've read the synopsis and decided to give this a read, I would like to thank you so much from the bottom of my little motor heart. I got the idea from reading The Doctor Pepper show but made a few changes. This is my first fic so I would love to hear back from you and hear what you think of this. Thanks everyone!

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Chapter One

Origins

Icy white walls along the main hallway of the laboratory were splattered in crimson. Many screams of young women were followed by gunshots. Lifeless bodies of nurses in white, covered in the contrasting color of their own blood, decorated the floor tiles. Their open cold dead eyes glowing as they reflected off of the bright fluorescent lights. A tan woman with dark wavy hair in a disheveled white nurse uniform moved on at the end of the trail of carnage, her eyes showed clear panic and helplessness yet she was the one holding the gun. The name tag that read 'Abby' glinted on her chest against the harsh lights. Shoving the door to the labs main office open with her elbow, she scowled at the well dressed man cradling a bundle of wrapped blankets.

"Give me my baby! Now!"

Tears ran down her face, not in fear or sadness but in anger and betrayal. The head scientist Giuseppe Salvatore smiled evilly as he tightened his grip on the slumbering infant. "You vapid harlot, you gave us a half-breed. Too bad for you, that's exactly what we need." The remaining nurses, head doctors, and armed guards began to file into the room, some watching intently, some snickering in disgust, and others preparing to fire. A second head doctor Julian stepped forward, his grin more sinister than Giuseppe's.

"Don't worry tramp, we still have the creature we couldn't break."

The creature they spoke of was of another world. His skin a dark sparkling copper. A body that somewhat resembled a Greek olympian carved from stone. Docile yet powerful, some argued weather he was an angel, alien, or a sort of demi-god. When found that they could not control him, they kept him in chains to further their research until they had all that they could salvage from him.

Abby's lips trembled as she lowered her head with defeat. The tears did not stop running down her face as she felt she was standing in front of a powerful wave that would end her and her love instantly. She dropped her shoulders, her head tilting back as she took a deep breath, preparing herself for the end she knew was unavoidable. As the breath left her body, she regained an ounce of inner strength and self honor. She could not abandon her love.

"I can not let him die alone. I could never allow it." Her crying began to intensify as she heaved. "How could I live with myself if I let that happen?" Her eyes wandered to the screen where he was being monitored, his arms wrapped around himself and legs folded. His own pain though not physical was just as real as hers. "If I ...if I put the gun down, please, let me die with him?"

The head doctor next to Giuseppe all too quickly shrugged. "I don't see why not."

The gun clattered to the floor. There was a stillness that was deafening, the only stillness that would echo for many years.

The remaining nurses, just as cruel as the head scientist, marched her along the halls to his room. 40203. He was never given a name, only a number. Abby could never see how they saw him, even as they shoved her into the room once opening the steel door behind her. Her body fell to the floor as she struggled to gather herself in an attempt to show strength, Julian sang in after her.

"Thank you for the half-breed darling, farewell!"

Abby's eyes traveled the floor across the room as she whimpered softly to the sound of the slamming door. "I didn't get to name her." Her eyes eventually landed on 'his' back. No one understood him as she did, he was a lover of all things, an entity of nature itself. He was covered in tranquilizers from his shoulders to his tailbone. Chains from the wall were hooked into his very spine.

"Can you hear me?"

Abby crawled closer to him, his inky midnight hair, heavy and long slid across the floor as he easily displayed his consciousness. His hand raised to caress her face with care. Abby leaned into it as she continued to speak.

"They took our little girl away. They're going to do horrible things to our baby. And we? We are useless to them now." He smiled reassuringly as he ran his fingers through her hair. "Everything will turn out fine precious one." Abby scoffed and curled against his slumped figure. "How do you know?"

"I don't, it's probably the tranquilizers doing its job."

Even at a time like this, she found his honesty admirable. They embraced as they knew there was truly no tomorrow for them. Julian watched the couple on the monitor comfortably from the main office. Pressing the intercom button, he sang. "Ladies, chains, I want to hear them." The nurses began to pull the wheel that shortened the length of the chains that went into his back. He screamed in shock and discomfort as his body was lifted from the floor. Abby held him tightly, never letting go. Not even as the room grew colder and darker until it was silent. Though they were facing the end, they would not face it alone.

Giuseppe turned away as Julian carried out the execution to face his staff. "Let this be a lesson to you all, I will never ever allow any defiance, it is an act of rebellion against me and The White Cross." The staff looked on as they said their 'yes doctor', he gazed down at the infant in his arms with a sigh.

"What am I to do with you? You little half-breed?"

18 YEARS LATER

Two well dressed brothers walked side by side across a vast grass field. The younger one appeared to be in his early 20's with golden hair, dressed in a grey blazer and carrying a box with care. The elder in all black who seemed to be in his late 20's was pale with dark hair, his body stiff and hands behind his back as he looked on in deep thought. Both stopped and looked up towards the sky, the younger brother's mouth fell open as he gripped the box tightly. "I haven't seen this place in years." The elder brother grinned eagerly. Their three story boarding house was far from modest, in fact, it was easy to say it was unnecessarily large. The entire establishment and everything inside was given to both brothers upon their father's death.

Both brothers had been away in boarding school then sent to prestigious medical schools until they heard about the death of their father. Damon, the eldest first studied biomedical science, neuroscience, and anatomy to please his father. Stephan, the 'baby', dropped out of becoming orthotist and prosthetist practitioner to collect and sell rare valuables and antiques. Both were reconsidering their life careers now that their main source of income held no control over them. "It's a hell of a lot bigger than I remembered." Damon observed with mischievous excitement.

"Hey! Caroline! Come look!" Stefan shouted behind him, gazing up at the home he barely remembered in awe only to not hear from his girlfriend. "Caroline!" He turned his head and furrowed his brows puzzled.

A young blonde woman with bouncing curls in a powdery pink tight summer dress panted behind them. She struggled to walk uphill in matching heels though she tried her best. The keep out signs in the distance far behind her as she waved her hand while gripping a leather clutch.

"I'm coming you impatient cutie!" Caroline called out as she dragged rolling luggage with the other hand. The golden haired brother could not help but snort with pride as he watched on with hazel eyes as she approach them. Stefan picked her up in his arms earning a squeal from the woman. He managed to carry her with one arm as he grabbed luggage with the other. "Stefan!"

Ignoring her cries, he nodded towards the mansion as the group grew closer. "What do you think?" Caroline had to look twice before her eyebrows disappeared into her hairline. "This is us? Our place? I-I love it!" Damon sneered at the snuggly couple moment with annoyance. A flask was pulled from his blazer as he moved ahead and sipped the golden liquid inside. He paused when he felt a female's hand wrap around his arm. Caroline leaned against him with a coy smile. "Can I have a room with a balcony please? You should say yes because one, this place is huge, two, I'm using my manners, and three, let's be honest I could revive this place like no one else."

Damon raised his hand holding the flask in front of her to shoo her away. "You can have any room you want, I could care-" Before he could finish his sentence, her eyes grew into large saucers as she snatched her bag from Stefan and ran full speed to the main gate leaving the brothers behind. "Thanks!"

Once all three were inside, they walked through the foyer chattering amongst themselves. Caroline beamed at the high ceilings and doorways with ornate moulding with carvings of dancing cherubs inside flowers. "Why didn't you tell me how beautiful your home was?" Stefan grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to him. "Our father sent us away when we were about five. We don't really remember much about the place."

"Oh, is that him?" She stopped him as she looked at a large painting of a grimacing man in a suit sitting down in a large chair, his hair peppered with grey.

"Yea, that's him, " Damon hissed with disapproval disappearing further away from the two "dead dad and dead mom right by him." The woman that stood behind Giuseppe was tall and slender, her cheeks a little gaunt but her gaze was soft and kind. The people behind them were head doctors and that helped them build the White Cross Inc. Stefan pulled Caroline back to him playfully as he laced his fingers with hers. "You know, it still hasn't really sunken in that he's dead." Caroline tisked and pecked him on the lips lovingly. "You weren't that fond of him either, I guess it's not all that bad?"

"Lady and Gent, guess who found the wine cellar?" Damon slurred as he returned with bottles of wine, two in each hand swinging them in the couple's direction.

In the dead of night Damon awoke with a mind splitting hangover. It was so strong he had not noticed he was sharing the same large bed with a half naked Caroline blacked-out sprawled on top of a passed out Stefan who snored loudly. He massaged his temples for a few seconds then giving up when he felt the throbbing would not subside. Forcing himself out of bed, he stumbled out onto the floor and steadied himself. "I need pain killers."

He began to wander the otherwise abandoned house to fix himself a glass of water. The man couldn't even place the first room to look for the medicine. Pulling out his pocket watch, it displayed a photo of a 6 year old him standing next to his seated mother. "...three a.m." Not wanting to have to strain his eyes as he grumbled about the darkness, he pressed a button on the bottom of the watch that emitted a cylindrical light. "Much better."

Pausing in a unfamiliar hallway decorated with paintings of dead relatives, he ranted. "I'm still lost. In my own damn house." Pushing on, he noticed the rows paintings then became rows of busts of naked armless women. "First thing to go are those ugly things." He could feel what little color he held in his face drain away the longer he looked at them. Damon found it odd that there was only one door at the end of the massive hallway, covered in marble with White Cross carved into the wide handle. "Could this be...?" It was, it was his father's secret experiment. The reason he and his brother were sent away, not his mother's death after giving birth to Stefan. He had the staff to raise them, the old man simply didn't want them around.

'Fuck that guy, everything in here is mine now.' He unceremoniously pushed the door open to reveal the dark secret. "...what have you done?"

Flashback

"Father. Father. Father!" An nine year old Damon, visiting his parents for the holidays from boarding school called after his father. The grey haired man carrying an infant down the hall of the manor in a hurry paused looking down at his child as if he was being inconvenienced.

"What is it son?"

"How did you get a baby? Where did it come from? Is she going to be my friend?"

His last sentence was filled with curiosity and a hope that had been starved. Giuseppe tightened his hold on the baby, his other hand gripped at the infant's skull.

"Absolutely not, this baby is going to be apart of one of my projects. She has no more importance than a lab rat," he barked before storming away. The boy felt sick as his stomach droped.

Now

A naked young woman, no older than than 17 or 18 lie strapped to a table. Bindings were wrapped around her eyes and tubes inserted into every orifice of her body, hands folded into fists and bound up to the elbow with gauze. Her skin, a flawless bronze with flecks of gold that shimmered unnaturally and long dark curls sprouting from her head cascaded onto the floor untouched by a razor or blade. Her nymph like body took shallow breaths but did not move nor respond to the sound of his voice as he cursed and began to switch off the machine she was 'plugged' into.

"After this is over, everything will be better for you."

Inserting a finger between her teeth for her to bite down on, he began to tug and pull the deep rooted tubes from her for eating, breathing, waste, and other reasons unknown to him. The final one, pulled from her belly awakened her, causing her to scream in agony. The woman passed out from the pain quickly after, falling back into a motionless state. The bloody ends of the tubes had turned his button up damp with the smell of iron.

Carrying her body out of the room, he quickly called on a few his father's maids. Each one trained as nurses who's station was the home's main room. Now that there were no machines to support her, there were many open wounds that needed to be closed. Ones that were never meant to be opened. Luckily for Damon, he had been trained to walk in his father's footsteps.

The house had many forgotten things but a living thing was far worse.

What's going to happen. Does Bonnie have powers or abilities? Will Damon end up like his father? Will the White Cross Inc. come to claim her and continue their project? I would love to hear from you all. So on the show, Damon gave Bonnie his blood again! I'm LOVING these blood sharing scenes. It just makes me squeal with excitement. Sorry, fangirl moment. Please review, favorite, and follow!