Full Description: Damon & Enzo weren't the only vampires being held by Augustine in the 1950's. Kenna Von Dohren made the mistake of falling for our favorite blue-eyed vampire. She even trusted him with her life. Now, after 83 long years of torture, all she wants is revenge. But will her plans change after hearing Damon's side of the story? Or maybe when she runs into someone from her past? DamonOC. EnzoOC. Little bit of ElijahOC. KlausOC. (Later on)

Kenna is portrayed by Caitlin Stasey (Reign / Tomorrow When the War Began)

A/N: I only own my OC.

The Red Road
Chapter 1
~Crumbling Walls~

"Kenna?"

I force my eyes open.

"Kenna?"

I remember where I am.

"Kenna?"

I groan as the pain returns.

"Kenna?"

I place my hands on the cold concrete beneath me.

"Please answer me…"

But I can't. My tongue has not had time to fully heal.

"What did he do to you?"

I clench my teeth as I push myself onto my back.

"Oh my…"

He can see it. The blood.

"Did he…?"

I nod. I know he has had the same procedure done to him several times.

"I'm sorry."

I nod again. I turn my head so my cheek is resting against the cold floor. My eyes land on him.

"I love you."

I reach out my hand and take it in his through the iron bars.

"I'm going to get you out of here, I promise."

He is lying. He does not know it. But he is lying. I know the truth.

We are never getting out.

Fifty Three Years Later…

When I open my eyes, they land on the ceiling. I've stared at the same gray concrete more than a person can count. I'm in the operating room.

I turn my head to see Dr. Maxfield staring at me. I throw him a look.

"Hey, Professor creepy." I hum under my breath, my accent sounding elegant.

He pulls out his recorder. "Test subject 10000 is seemingly calm, even making jokes."

"It wasn't a joke." I point out quickly with a small smile. I have always hated that damn recorder.

"10000 is not struggling, as usual."

"I think we should take that next step in our relationship so we can start going by a first name basis." I fixate my gaze on the ceiling. "You can call me Kenna and I will call you Professor Creepy. Okay?"

Dr. Maxfield drones on. "Test subject 10000 is trying to make conversation, as usual."

"I'll take that as a maybe. You know you don't really give me much to work with." I clear my throat and wiggle for a second under the braces holding me to my gurney. "What are we working on today, Doc? Eyes? Heart? The subcutaneous layer of my flawless skin?"

"Actually," The Dr. pauses as he turns to his table of torture devices. "We're not working on any thing today."

This confuses me. I narrow my eyes as I glance at him. "What are you saying?"

"You're time as an Augustine vampire is over." He responds without looking at me.

This confuses me even more. "Are you saying that you're letting me go?"

His maniacal laugh makes me flinch. "No."

Dr. Maxfield pulls his recorder out of his back pocket again and turns around me, a smile hanging on his thin lips. "Test subject 100000 is ready to be terminated."

His words reach my ears. "Wait, what?"

"As it turns out," He puts his recorder down and steps towards me slowly. "I have gotten a new test subject that will be taking your place."

"Oh, Doctor Maxfield, you know that no one can take my place." I flash a toothy grin. "Why don't you just let me take care of that other test subject? I know you want me to."

"Nice try." He turns back around to the table behind him as he sighs. "Plus, Enzo apparently failed at the task I gave him and I'm not going to make that mistake with you."

"Where's Enzo?" My small amount of fear has turned into rage. "What did you do to him?"

"Don't worry, you're boyfriend is probably just lying desiccated somewhere. I'm going to go out later, find him, and bring him back."

The fact that he just called Enzo my boyfriend doesn't bother me. It's the fact that even while talking about murder, Dr. Maxfield still manages to smile. "You're going to kill him too, aren't you? Do you think that's a good idea? Getting rid of you're favorite test subjects?"

"Who said you were my favorite?" Dr. Maxfield glances over his shoulders.

"Actions speak louder than words." I tell him.

He turns back to table for a second and then faces me. My eyes drop to the object in his hands. Now, I know he's serious. "Then this is going to make it seem like I hate you. Which wouldn't be wrong at all."

As he raises the stake over his head, I realize that I'm not going to be able to change his mind. So, I fight. I fight for my life; I fight for my right to live.

"You don't have to do this! Just let me go, please…"

"I'm not just going to turn you a monster like you loose on society." He drops the stake as he speaks.

"I'm not a monster."

"You're a vampire. You are the definition of a monster." Dr. Maxfield drops his gaze to the wooden stake in his hand.

"People change. I have been locked away in this hellhole for eighty-three years. I haven't had the chance to show that I can change." I mutter as I try to pull my hands out from the braces around my arms. I can feel my skin starting to tear but I keep going anyways. I know I might be able to break free but I will have to break every bone in my hands. I will push through the pain if it means I get to live.

"And now, you'll never have the chance."

Dr. Maxfield raises the stake over his head again. I can see the corners of his lips flinch upward when his eyes land on my chest, where he will be stabbing me.

I stop fighting and try to calm down. I take a long shaky breath.

"Don't look so happy, Doc. You will see me again… in hell." I close my eyes after seeing the smile fall off his lips.

Stefan's POV…

I hear the voices coming from the basement. I only recognize one. Dr. Maxfield. The other one is a female's but it isn't Elena's. I open the door leading to the basement and speed down the stairs.

When I get down there and realize what is happening, I act quickly. I speed behind the Dr. and knock the stake out of his hand. He turns to me as it hits the floor. He tries to punch me but I dodge his fist easily. He throws another and I grab him by the wrist. I twist him around and wrap my arm around his neck and squeeze. I let him go when I feel him stop struggling.

I watch him drop to the floor, unconscious. My eyes linger on him for a second, making sure he's not going to wake back up. Then I look up.

Kenna's POV…

When I hear a commotion, I open my eyes. What I see, surprises me.

Standing in front of me, where Dr. Maxfield had just been, is a younger man. My eyes drop to the floor where I find the Dr. lying unconscious.

Talk about a knight in shining armor.

"Well, don't just stand there." I look back at the stranger. He seems surprised. I don't know if it's because of the accent or because I can actually talk. I wiggle my arms to indicate what I mean. "Help a girl out."

Like the Dr., he takes two short cautious steps towards me. He grabs onto the braces and pulls his arm upward.

My bindings don't budge.

"Triple enforced steel." I glance down at my arms. "You're going to have to put a little more effort into it."

The stranger presses his lips into a thin line and grabs onto the steel again. I can feel him lift my gurney as he tries to break the bindings again. But this time, it works.

Stefan's POV…

I watch as the girl props herself up onto her elbows. She seems to struggle when she tries to sit up. She drops her legs over the side of the gurney and let her toes brush the concrete floor. I can see the hesitation in her eyes as she drops her gaze. She glances at me before pushing herself off the gurney. When she lands on her feet, her knees buckle.

I catch her right before she hits the ground.

Kenna's POV…

"I got you." The man says as he lifts me back on the gurney.

I remember that I have yet to be given my daily ration of blood. I swear under my breath and lift my eyes to look at the stranger.

"Thanks." I toss my light brown hair over my shoulder, getting it out of my face.

"You're welcome." He seems to bite his tongue as he starts to say something.

"Well, I know you didn't just come here to rescue me." I hold his gaze.

"I came to rescue my friend. I thought she might be here." The stranger's shoulder's fall subtly.

I lick my lips as I press them into a thin line and hop off the gurney again. This time I prepare myself for the overwhelming wave of exhaustion and use the nearest wall as support. My eyes bounce around the room for a second before landing on a door. I glance over my shoulder at the man standing behind me and point to the attached operating room.

He hesitates, giving me an unsure look. I don't know if it is because he doesn't trust me or because he's scared. I decide it's probably the second option.

"If she's here, Doc would have put her in there." I pause, thinking about the past day. "But I haven't heard her screams, so the chance of her actually being in there is slim to none."

The strangers unsure look turns to worry in a flash. He moves past me and grabs the knob. I can see his shoulders move up as he takes a breath. I tiptoe closer, leaning most of my weight against the wall.

I bite my lip as my rescuer opens the door.

Elena's POV…

I want to open my eyes, desperately. But it's as if someone is holding them shut. I can hear voices in the back of my mind. I'm not sure if they are real or just an effect of the anesthetic Dr. Maxfield used on me.

The sound of a door opening reaches my ears. Now, I know it's not a part of my imagination. It's real.

For a second I worry that Dr. Maxfield has returned. But then the person speaks.

"Elena. Elena." They repeat my name twice more, each time getting nearer. "I'm here."

I muster up my strength and force my eyes open. With my eyelids still heavy from the anesthetic, it takes a second for me to regain my full vision.

I breathe a sigh of relief when I see who has come to rescue me.

"Stefan."

Stefan's POV…

I hurry to free her. I pull the braces off her arms and stomach. I find it a lot easier to free Elena than the other girl.

"Are you okay?" I question as I help Elena get off her gurney. She stands up straight on her own.

"I'm fine. Just… a little shaken." She shakes her head, lifting her hand to her forehead.

"Lucky you."

When I hear the accent, I look over my shoulder. The girl I rescued before Elena has made her way into the room. I can see she's struggling to stay on her feet as she leans against the doorway. She's flashing the same charming smile she was wearing when I hesitated to free her.

"Doc was right. You would have been a great test subject." The girl hums a little too loud.

"Who are you?" Elena steps beside me, squaring her shoulders. The girl pushes herself off the wall but keeps a hand on the door frame.

"I'm Kenna Chelle Von Dohren." Her accent thickens as she introduces herself. "But I'm more commonly known as Subject 1-0-0-0-0."

"I'm Stefan Salvatore and this is Elena Gilbert." I decide to give the introductions since Elena's mind seems to be elsewhere.

"Salvatore…" Kenna stutters as she gapes at me. I feel slightly uncomfortable but I hold her stare. She bites down on her lower when squeezes her eyes shut. She leans against the door way again, tapping her head against the wood once. "You have got to be kidding me."

"What?" I step towards her slowly. Elena hangs back, her eyes still fixated on the floor.

"Is he here? Is that why Dr. Maxfield had Enzo leave?" Kenna's questions come off more as accusations.

"Who are you talking about?" I refer to the first question. "And how do you know Enzo?"

"She's talking about Damon." Elena pipes in quietly.

Elena's POV…

"He told me about you." I continue, keeping my eyes on the girl standing in front of me. She's younger than I imagined. Prettier.

"You two must be close if he's mentioned me." Kenna narrows her dark brown eyes but her tone comes off humorous.

"I'm his girlfriend." I respond quickly. I remember what Damon had said about this Kenna girl. They had gotten close while they were locked up together. He never really defined their relationship for me, though.

She winces. "Of course you are."

"Can one of you tell me what you're talking about?" Stefan breaks his silence. His eyes bounce off the two girls standing in front of him as he waits for an answer.

Kenna's POV…

"She's an Augustine vampire." Elena mutters under her breath. Stefan's eyes jump to me. I pull my lips into a smile.

"Been one for about… what is it now? 2011?" I pause, adding up the years in my head. "Oh, yeah. 83 years."

I can't help but feel slightly amused by Elena and Stefan's reaction. Their jaws drops open slightly, a mix of emotions crossing over their facial features. I don't know what they are thinking, but I can tell what they aren't.

"Don't look so worried. I'm not going to hurt either of you."

"What about Damon?" It's Elena's turn to try to look intimidating.

I smile again, shaking me head slowly. "Damon's a different story."

"We can't let you hurt him." Stefan steps forward.

"You think you can stop me?" I square my shoulders as I stand up straight. "I'd say I'm at least more than a hundred years older than the both of you and while I may be a little weak now, it wont be a problem once I get some blood in me."

"Then we can't let you go." Elena takes a deep breath.

I roll my eyes as I scoff. "You heard the story. You know what your boyfriend did to me and yet, you're still defending him."

Elena clenches her teeth. "I love him."

I catch Stefan drop his gaze to the floor. But it wasn't just a casual eye movement. It was the same broken glance that I did right after Damon left.

"I'm sure a lot of people do." I return my eyes to Elena. "I understand why you want to save Damon, i just don't care."

"You flipped the switch." Elena guesses. I stop myself from laughing at the last second.

"No, sweetie. I have my humanity." I sigh quietly as I run my tongue over my lips. "That's why I'm able to hate your boyfriend with such passion. Because I felt every pesky emotion that came after being betrayed by the most important person in my life."

"Did you know that he shut off his…" Elena starts.

I cut her off quickly. "I don't want to hear your excuses for his actions. I have spent the last fifty three years hating Damon Salvatore and I'm not going to stop now because you, his current and probably non-permanent girlfriend, begs me not to. I've made up my mind. I'm going kill Damon and I'm going to enjoy it."

Elena's POV…

I don't know what else I can say. This girl has already made up her mind. She wants to kill Damon. But I can't let her.

I heard what she said, but I don't care. "Please, just hear him out. Listen to his side of the story."

"He deserves everything he's got coming to him. You know it, I know it, and I'm pretty sure he knows it." Kenna seems to ignore my last plea completely.

"Look, my brother has done a lot of messed up things in his life but he doesn't deserve to die for the mistakes he made so long ago." Stefan tells her.

"Calling it a mistake is a bit of an understatement." Kenna points out quickly. Her smile turns more rigid. "After he left, everything changed. I don't want to get into all the gory details but lets just say that after Damon, Enzo and I would have been stupid to try to escape again. So, I was stuck here for fifty three more years."

I swallow as I take a step towards Kenna. "Damon isn't the same person…"

"God, you just don't stop, do you?" She gives a short abrupt laugh. "I'll say it one more time, okay? I don't care about Damon and I don't care about his girlfriend or brother or anyone else for that matter. All I care about is finding him and looking into his eyes as I rip out his heart. I know you must think I'm vicious but that's what happens when you're stuck in hell for eighty-three years."

"So, you're just going to kill him for something he did fifty three years ago?" I try to make her idea of revenge seem ridiculous.

"C'est la vie."

Stefan's POV…

The muffled groan reaches the room a second after Kenna speaks. We all turn to look into first operation room.

I can see Dr. Maxfield starting to move. I knew that we didn't have long to get out but I lost track of time.

"This has been fun and all… but I really should be going." Kenna turns back to us, a charming smile already hanging on her lips. She gives a small wave.

I reach for her a second too late. I don't know how she did it but she speeds off at full vampire speed. I do know that after that kind of exertion, she'll be wiped out.

Another groan erupts into the room. I glance at Elena. When she nods, I speed out of the basement. I stop once I get outside and look over my shoulder. Elena speeds out of her dad's old building a second after me.

She glances around, probably hoping to find Kenna standing out in the open. With no such luck, she turns back to me.

"What are we going to do?"

I sigh quietly; knowing that the girl I help free is already long gone. "Right now, all we have to do is find Damon before she does."

**I really hoped you liked this chapter. In the next chapter, there will be some flashbacks featuring Damon/Kenna/Enzo and I have another way of giving glimpses into the past. So stay tuned! It's only the first out of at least a possible three-shot or maybe four-shot series, depending on how it plays out. But of course, I also have the option of turning into a full-length story. Please follow/favorite/review. Make sure to tell me what you think I should do concerning the how long i should make this story. Thoughts, opinions, comments, etc are all welcomed and appreciated. Thank you for reading!