Screams seemed to be his only companions when he was stuck at the Asylum. Whenever he was either desperate or lonely, he would hear the screams of the numerous patients that were stuck here just like he always was. Though at least he could actually leave this place.

They couldn't.

If they tried then their "saintly" doctors would either put them in a straight jacket and back in their rooms or put them in the solitary ward where their screams could never be heard from, if they got the Silent Cell then that was it for them. They would come out of the ward a new man so to say…Dr. Damon Salvatore never went to extreme lengths such as those ones before.

He wishes he'd never have to actually.

Something glittered in the corner of his eye, but he deliberately ignored it, not in the mood to deal with his problems right now.

He wanted-

No, he needed to forget it all.

So Damon pressed his fingers into the corner of his desk, smirking as a secret compartment popped opened and his favorite bottle of Bourbon smirked right back at him.

"Hello beautiful."

Damon took a large gulp of his drink, hissing in pleasure as it scorched down his throat. He suddenly needed to go to the bathroom after three more gulps, so he walked out of his office towards the facilities used for Staff only.

He paused when he heard entrench doors slam open below him. Damon, curious to who was screaming frantically, walked over to ledge of the curved stairway that led to many levels of the asylum and peeked over it.

"Dr. Salvatore?"

Damon turned around to face the voice, now missed the chance to weaken his curiosity as to who the new patient was.

"Dr. St. Claire," Damon greeted.

"You know that how much I hate you calling me late since it reminds me of my old man."

"Not sorry, Enzo."

"You never are," Enzo replied. "What are you doing here, mate? I thought that you would be home by now."

"You know that I hate it there," Damon replied. "Besides, I wanted to see the new patient who was causing a ruckus right now."

Enzo chuckled. "Ask Ric about the new patient. In the morning. You need your sleep since everyone's been telling me that you're getting crankier by the bloody second and annoying the living shit out of everyone."

"Like I care," Damon muttered under his breath. "Just tell me damn it."

"No, I think I'll wait. I have a beautiful girl waiting for me, naked, in my bed. I can't keep her waiting or she'll give me blue balls for the rest of my entire life," Enzo reminded him, smiling widely. "I'll put you in one of those if I have to, Damon. I bloody swear it, mate-"

"Alright, alright," Damon chuckled. "I'm leaving."

"Get on it then."

"Okay, Mom," Damon jested then walked back to his office.

"If I don't worry about you then who else will!" Enzo called after him.

Damon's smile fell from his face when his phone rang in his pocket and saw the caller id. He answered it with a stoic tone, "Stop calling."

He then promptly hung up on them, stuffing the phone back into his pocket. He traveled back to his office when he found comfort on the sofa in his office. He grunted as he laid down on the cushions, closing his eyes.

"Wake up," someone yelled at him.

Damon jolted awake at the splash of cold water that was dumped onto his face. "Gah!"

He squinted up at Alaric as the bright, warm sun poured into the office through the windows. It cast down on Alaric's back, making him look like an angel to Damon at first until he spoke that is.

Alaric stared down at him. "You missed mass this morning."

"You know that I don't do the whole religion shit," Damon grumbled sleepily as he rubbed his eyes.

Alaric cleared his throat. "Language."

"Sorry, Ric. So why are you here besides to give me your daily preaching session?"

Ric pointed to the file on Damon's desk. "I need you to take on a new patient."

"Can't. I already have too many."

"It's because you're good at what you do, Damon," Alaric informed him. "I need you to do this specific thing for me."

Damon sighed. "Ric-"

"Please," he begged, his voice grim.

Damon and Alaric shared a long look at each other before Damon huffed in frustration. "Why?"

"She's very special to me," Alaric responded cryptically.

"Who is she?"

"You'll find almost everything that you need about her in that file."

"Almost?"

"Well, Damon, we truly don't know everything about someone…"

"And you want me to fix that about Miss...Bennett, yes?"

Alaric nodded. "Yes and be sensitive to her."

Damon stood up as Alaric left him to his thoughts. He then crossed over to the desk and skimmed through the contents of the folder.

Name: Bonnie Wilson-Bennett

Age: 19 years old

Legal Guardians: Rudy Wilson, relation by marriage to mother, Abby Bennett.

Father appears to be absent in their lives. Also that his identity is unknown.

Bennett shows signs of depression, tendency of compulsively lying, possible multi-personality disorder, drug use, sadism, and alcoholism.

First victim: Margot Wilson-Bennett, younger sister to Bonnie Bennett.

Age: 11 years old

Appears to have shot her sister in the head. Gun shows her fingerprints on them as well, but denies it all. Margot's blood was found on Bennett's clothes convincing her family that she did it.

Bennett claims that her stepfather was trying to rape her and her sister, but there are no signs of possible sexual relations. Bennett was then found with a kitchen knife in her hand, standing over the body of Alison Robinson, with her insides torn out onto the ground of Robinson's home.

Bennett claims that Robinson was the mistress of her stepfather and that she overheard them saying that they were going to kill her family for their family fortune.

There was no evidence proving this theory or any other claims.

Bennett's last victims were Robin Murray and Claire Jensen. Their insides were torn out, acid thrown on their faces, and stabbed fifteen times in the back. Bennett claims that she did not commit this and that someone was trying to frame her. There was motive behind these murders that proved Bennett guilty. They used to bully Bennett ever since secondary school causing Bennett to exhibit antisocial behavior throughout the years of high school.

Judge Rok sentenced her to spend the rest of her life in a mental institution of the parents' choosing. Bennett jumped over the desk to strangle her stepfather, but failed.

Damon leaned away from the file, his eyes wide. Not only did she try to kill her other doctors, but she nearly destroyed their hospitals as well as their minds.

Damon stood up as he dialed Alaric's number on his phone.

"Hello?"

"Are you out of your goddamn mind?!"

"Language-why do I even try with you honestly?"

"She's…dangerous," he growled. "Her last doctor was actually committed into his own institution. Poor guy, really…anyways, she's the jealous type of patient. You know the one that gets attached to their doctor to where they go to extreme lengths just to be their only patient. Seriously, she was jealous of the attention her sister got from others, jealous that her mommy was able to find someone or something, and she was obviously jealous of the popular kids at her school. If I were to take her then I would be risking my life most likely."

"You're my last hope, Damon. No one will take her…if you were cure her then you would be written about in medical books, Damon, you could make a profit out of her," Alaric tried to convince him.

Damon sighed. "That does sound very attractive to me and you know that I truly wouldn't do anything like this unless it benefited me in the end."

"It still amazes me that God has not smite you for your sins."

"Do you put in a good word for me with the Big Guy every mass," Damon joked.

"I do that daily for you, but I'll run out of reasons to save you. You're probably on his list already, but don't worry."

"Why's that, Father?"

"God forgives every one," Alaric reminded him.

"Alright, I'll do it. Enough with the preaching do that to someone else. I bet that Enzo needs it now since he's defiling a young unmarried woman right now."

"Uh-ah, I'm hanging up right now so that I…just good-bye, Damon, and thank you," Alaric replied before hanging up.

Damon chuckled and muttered as he looked deeper into the file, "Holy shit."

Damon stared down at the photo taken of Bonnie Bennett. There were four words that kept crossing over Damon's mind along with the fact that people seemed to think that Bonnie Bennett was too dangerous to keep around.

She is so beautiful.

TBC…

Alright, so here's a new Bamon story. I really hope that you all like for what I have in store for this story and trust me, it's gonna get good later on. Don't worry about Mr. Salvatore because I haven't given up on that story and am planning to post an update of it tomorrow I hope or on Saturday. I hoped you liked this chapter.

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