Hello like I said I'll eventually re-write this story since I wasn't satisfied with it the first time (probably not gonna be satisfied this time either) Anyway read on!

"Humanity is a vampire's greatest weakness.

No matter how easy it is to turn it off, it just keeps on trying to fight its way back in."

~Katherine Pierce

"So apparently we've been invited to a college party," Damon said stepping into the Salvatore den. His little brother, Stefan didn't acknowledge him. "Yeah that was my first reaction too. Then Elena promise to bomb us with well-top alcohol."

He approached the silent vampire, noticing his shoulders tense up, his rigid composure. Damon subconsciously frowns, picking up his steps now facing the vampire. Stefan trembles slightly; big scared green eyes stare very profoundly at the blazing fire.

The older Salvatore cocks his head studying him; Stefan's nails dig into the leather-cushion chair. Damon's breath hitched.

"Stefan," he whispers, unease at his demeanor. "Youuuu okay?"

Like the damn humanity switch itself, Stefan's head jerks up noticing, for the first time, his brother's troublesome stare.

He swallows rather forcefully, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"How about my favorite reading chair?" Damon jokes, yet there is not hit of sarcasm dripping in his voice. Stefan's gaze fall on the arm-rest, his fingers sunk deeply within the leather. Hesitantly he uncurls his fingers out of the holes, first his right hand then his left. He breathes in deeply turning back at Damon,

"Just tell Elena thanks but I'm not really up for a party tonight."

Damon opens his mouth to speak but no sound escapes his lips, besides it was already too late for Stefan already gathered himself up and rapidly exits the den. Damon is certain that he spend two full minutes staring where Stefan had disappeared too before his blue eyes look back at his leather chair now with additional decorative.

~0~0~0~

The jolt wakes Damon from his dreamless slumber. He moans quietly squeezing his eyes shut as if it will help against the thunderous pounding on the side of his head. He raises a hand to cup his side then with a jolting realization hit him—his hands are bound with iron chains making it impossible to move them more.

The chains wrap itself around his wrist much like a python does to its food. Blue eyes flash open and jerks up forcefully making all the sore muscles scream in protest at he works his way into a sitting position.

Something else is wrong, part of his vision is block by something dark, he moves his mouth lightly realizing another problem—he can only move his mouth partly a damn muzzle must be covering his lower face.

"The vampire is up, sir." A voice suddenly speaks out interrupting the dead silence of the moving van. Damon turns quickly seeing a young man staring at him like some deer trap in headlights, clutching a M1917 revolver with shaking hands. Damon manages to muster a small smirk, his eyes staring piercingly at the man.

"What is it doing Jonah?" Another loud voice from in front of the vehicle rings out, strong and authoritive definitely the one in charge.

"Umm it's just staring at me sir, like it wants to kill me."

"It probably does. Inject more vervain 20ml should be enough until we get back."

"Yes sir." The young man, Damon guesses about 20 to 22 crawls closer to him, reaching into his breast pocket pulling out a syringe.

By vampire nature (meaning Damon didn't really have a choice in the matter) when threaten, Damon hiss through the metal cage of the muzzle. Jonah gasps, thumping his back against the side of the van. "What is the matter Jonah?" booms the older voice.

Damon cringe his neck to see the man if just a small glimpse but couldn't see anything.

"Nothing sir, it just startled me."

"Did it bare its fangs?"

Jonah looks back at the vampire choking back a scream, "Y-yes!" If it was some other situation Damon would have laugh.

A low tiring sigh cuts through the van, "Stop here." Slowly the van made it to a stops and seconds later the back doors where Damon slouch flies open almost sending the vampire tumbling out if not for a pair of hands throwing him the opposite direction. Damon growls both from the pain and from just being manhandle by these idiots.

A older man steps into view and his eyes widens for this man almost looks exactly like Giuseppe, that stern cold look and arrogance just dripping down from his demeanor; instantly Damon knew he's not going to like this guy at all.

"Jonah the syringe quickly!"

The vampire trashes around as much as he could with chain bound hands and feet, he didn't pick up much of a fight for the men. The only husky man from the group tugs Damon's legs together and Jonah seizes his wrist.

Damon hiss at him, showing as much fangs as possible but with the new company grew the more Jonah's confidence did too.

"Down, you beast!" The husky man growls and Giuseppe look-alike takes the opportunity finally sinking the needle deep into his arm. Damon growls again from pain and from being subdue to humans feels the vervain making its way in his system already dozing him.

"He's strong…stronger than 12144." The husky (Damon is sure it was him) commented.

"Joseph said the Salvatore family has been keeping this secret for over 30 years. This vampire is from the 18 century." Chimes in Jonah.

"And the older the vampire them more resistance it has. This shall be interesting."

~0~0~0~

Damon barely woke from another mini coma before strong hands fling him into a cell. He grumbles a bit, "Jonah take off the muzzle."

"Why me! You do it!"

"NO! I'm not going anywhere near its mouth! Jasper, you do it!"

A small snorts comes him from Damon's left side. "Easy there mates, the man is down from the vervain, he's not ripping up throats anytime soon. Oh, he's waking up better take it off quickly."

"Shut up vampire!" someone barks but reluctantly steps closer. Damon's eyes open just a fragment. The calluses hands are rough with him, tucking the straps loose and quickly removing the muzzle from his face.

Damon waste no time, in a flash (though slow for vampire standards) he grabs a fist full of hair tugging the head to the side and sink his aching fangs into the warm flesh.

The man screams along with his companions until someone sprays water at him. Damon screams cringing away, vervain-laced water, "Get away you son of a b*tch!" The water keeps on spraying on to the crying vampire, burning his flesh.

The irons poles jolt, "That's enough!" screams the other in the cell.

The water stops after a hesitant instant, "Learn you're place creature," the man hiss then opens the water facet again but sprays it to the opposite cell. Damon hears a angry growl from his neighbor, "You too, vampire."

The humans left afterwards and time pass before Damon felt he wasn't burning alive. He looks at the cell next to him but a black wall only meets him. "Down here, mate."

His eyes move towards a small section where the other side is visible. Damon grunts as he crawls over there. "You alright mate?" the vampire asks. Damon sighs, he could just have been 26 when he died, young like him. "I've had worst."

The vampire chuckles, "You will soon enough. I'm 12144 names Lorenzo but it's Enzo for friends."

Damon nods, "Damon, and I don't really have a nickname…or a number."

"Actually Damon you do, look." He points at the wall; Damon looks back; encrypted into a wooden sign is the numbers 21051. "Oh," the blue-eyed vampire murmurs, "21051."

~0~0~0~

"Today is you're first day 21051." The Giuseppe-like human said. Damon growls, trying to move his limps from the surgical table."I'm just doing to give you a summary. You are in a society that prides itself for the advancement of science, we are called the Augustine Society and you are called an Augustine vampire.

Here I have no tendency to remember your human name since you are no longer a living soul creature; I shall only call you as 21051."

Damon chuckles, "Please, you sir are delirious. What makes you think you can control me?"

Giuseppe duplicate nods, fingering a shrapnel. "That is a good question 21051. Apart of having you here in captivity you're relative Joseph mention that you have a brother also a vampire."

Damon stiffs staring coldly at the man.

"And that's he's more subduesive than you, he probably doesn't have much pain tolerance. So of course liking uhh Stefan wasn't it? Liking Stefan more than you, he sells you out. But still gave me the locations of you're brother. If you behave, 21051 no harm will befall you're brother…if you give into you're vampire urges I shall arrange the cell next to yours to be clean for a new addition."

The blue-eyed vampire stares at the human then suddenly laughs. He laughs until tears come out of his eyes,

"What makes you think my brother is leverage against me? We haven't talked in decades I don't even know where he is!"

"I have a younger brother too. Of course we haven't talked since my parent dishonored me, Patrick was his name. I loved my brother unconditionally through all we been is a beautiful think, 21051. And I'm sure even with decades to live the bond of brothers never disperse…would you like me to bring him for you to find out?"

Damon frowns "Was. Why did you say 'was'? What happened to your brother?"

The man stops, looks at him with a serious expression. "He turned into one of your kind. He's dead."

Damon gulps at the Giuseppe doppelganger eyes the shrapnel,

"Ah I forgot to mention, my name is Augustine."

Then the shrapnel came down on Damon's eye and he couldn't help but a scream ripping in his throat.

Damon gasps, coming back to the present. He blinks rapidly as if the action could erase the memories from barging back to his conscious. He runs his hand through his hair, "God I'm acting like a trauma/sociopath now?"

"What?"

Damon stands up quickly, feeling his own "un-beating" heart race rapidly. Stefan is back, now staring with curiosity at his brother.

Damon shrugs, "Nothing, ignore me, so re-thought the party?"

Stefan shakes his head, "Nah, I'm just going out, try to…clear my head somewhere else. Have fun at the party, Damon. And don't kill anybody."

"Please brother I'm always on my best behavior." He grins, calmly stepping back from his chair. "Yeah, sure," replied the younger Salvatore, grabbing and slinging his jacket over his shoulder and walks out of the residence.

Damon lets out a breath, "That was close." He looks back at the leather chair, wondering how he's going to fix it later when he suddenly realize that the holes Stefan made seem bigger and now the leather is tear like if someone claw at it.

After a moment blue eyes swipe to its own hands, noticing his nails have pieces of leather under them. Damon breathes in deeply looking back at the front door.

"Seems like we both have a problem, Stefan. You might think no one understands what you're going through, that people believe it just a face. They're wrong. I know what is happening, I've lived with it these past years and I hate the thought of you having the same problem,"

He walks swiftly back to the front door, picking up his car keys and lets the door bang shut.

"It doesn't get any easier after it…and I just hope," he slowly gets into his car, hands clutching the stirring wheel a little too tightly, "I just what you to do the right thing…not like I did. I'm sorry Stefan;you have no idea how much 21051 understands you…and you probably never will."

I might continue it for three chapters, just random one-shots. It will still follow the episodes but just a bit AU.

Thanks for reading!