"This isn't a personal matter, its for the advancement of science" ugh I've been hearing that every damn time I get a new doctor/torturer, have to say after 40 odd years its starting to feel pretty personal. I lay here on a slab in a basement somewhere it looks residential actually, definitely an upgrade from the damp cell Enzo and I used to share. Ugh Enzo, should have taken his offer to be the one to lead us on our breakout attempt but I thought him going so long with out blood after being here years longer would make him weaker then me stronger lessening our chances of escape, the only thing it lessened was his resolve to stay behind and assist me. I remember watching him turn off his humanity leaving me behind in a cage in a fire, brother should not have schooled me in the art of revenge because that is all I have been thinking of, my plan for his exquisite demise has kept me going after it became abundantly clear dear Stefan would not be bothered to come looking for his big brother. Must say I am hurt my brother has left me here granted he doesn't know I'm here but if it were me and I hadn't seen him in several decades id have a witch help me track down his sorry as if only because I would miss messing with his life, apparently he can't even be bothered to hate me anymore.
I am torn away from my train of though by animalistic screams that I quickly realize are coming from myself, well this definitely makes it official, having your corneas sliced and diced -worst kind of pain pretty sure the only thing that beats it is having a witch fry your brains although its been a few years pretty sure that's definitely the winner.
Hmm, this doctor must be pretty new, even though I still can't see I feel his blood pumping right above me lips, idiot must be reaching over me for a scalpel or something, even starved and in excruciating pain I am able to capture his wrist with little to no effort taking long glorious gulps of his blood, the shot of vervain he injects me with is hardly a bee sting in my neck after all these years but the blunt object now stabbing my healing eyeball is enough to make me gasp in pain long enough for him to steal his arm back.
After taking some of my blood to heal his wound, the only thing these sadistic idiotic humans have learned "for the advancement of science," he scampers away like the rodent he is, I hear someone shout "Grayson!" and ask if he is all right before the door the basement door slams shut. I try to listen more but everything is muffled. Great soundproofed, even if I concentrate hard enough to pick up the odd word here and there no one, no human, will be able to hear my own screams for help.
I hear to door squeak open again and sigh assuming today's session for the advancement of science is about to continue when I hear the softest little voice start speaking.
"Are you sick? Is my daddy trying to fix you?" I turn my head to make out the image of a little girl; I'm guessing 4 maybe 5 years old. I am about to speak when I hear a booming voice I now know as Grayson start shouting at her for coming down here when she had been told to stay away.
"Get upstairs now Elena!" Expecting the little girl to shrink away maybe even cry I am amused when she stomps away the all the attitude she can muster.