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"Lies and secrets they are like a cancer in the soul.

They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind."

~Cassandra Clare, "Clockwork Prince

"I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in and the kind you don't dare to let out."

~Ally Carter, "Don't Judge a Girl by her Cover"

A small cough echoes through the murky brick basement and bright blue eyes open slowly to its new world. He blinks uncertain for there might be someone there with him too. Damon blinks staring at the smirking face of Dr. Wes Maxfield, the very man he torture only hours before.

"What the hell are you doing to me?" He growls out, trying to get his body to move.

Wes blinks, tapping the syringe, "Vervain. Keep you calm." The vampire growls lightly at the piercing of the needle on his neck.

"Wes," he murmurs. "Why am I here?"

The young blonde doctor stands up, "I lost a test subject last night," he comments stepping back from the cell. "And you're gonna replace him." He lets the cell door lock with a bang and Damon sighs feeling once again drowsy.

He gives into darkness willingly.

~0~0~0~

"Now which one of you is ready for a laryngeal surgery?" Dr. Augustine Whitmore hums coming to the twin cells with captive vampires. Enzo body suddenly tenses but we wouldn't meet his eyes, Dr. Whitmore turns to his new addition. The vampire is curl into a small ball, back facing the cell. He hasn't recovered from yesterday's examines. Under the small lighting, he can see the vampire shaking…only a little bit but it's clearly there.

Whitmore grins for once the hunter fears its prey.

"Well 21051 looks like it's you're lucky day." He slowly opens the cell, grinning at the vampire uncurl itself and press against the corner, blue eyes narrowing dangerously of that of an animal under aggression.

"Hey! Hey, Doc!" Enzo calls from the opposite cell, "Why don't you take me, huh? I clearly have more energy than my cellmate over here. Come on! Take me instead!"

Dr, Whitmore raises an eyebrow, the creature has morals. Interesting. "Valid point, 12144 but I need a more submissive subject, a laryngeal surgery can go wrong every quickly with sharp movements. Come on, 21051."

The lean man scrambles Damon on his feet, half dragging half support him out of the cell. Enzo bangs the cell poles making them jolt.

"Bloody hell, just take me! Haven't you done enough to him already?" Dr. Whitmore just smiles, "Relax 12144 you will get your turn," then he slowly lets the cell door clang shut, dragging the fearful vampire off.

~0~0~0~0~

Knock. Knock.

The young man opens the door unceremoniously, staring at the beautiful brunette girl in view. "Aaron! Hey!"

Aaron nods, "Hey. So you heard?"

The brunette, Elena, frowns. "Heard what?"

"That Jesse is dead. He killed himself last night; campus security came by to tell me."

Elena stares sorrowfully at Aaron, knowing full well that wasn't true. "Oh my god…I'm so sorry." You have no idea how sorry I am, Aaron. Sorry.

Aaron sighs stepping back letting her in, he shakes his head. "What's up with this college, it's suppose to be different? I-I came here to start fresh, to get away from all the crap in my past."

Elena nods, intertwining her fingers. "I get it. After everything you've been through, after everything you've lost…I would want to start over too."

Aaron looks at her, sitting at the edge of the desk. "How did you press the reset button?"

Elena frowns, coming closer to the desperate teen, "Me? I haven't reset anything, all my problem followed me here."

Aaron nods once, slowly getting up from the desk, taking her hands into his. "Well at least there's someone that get it. I'm glad that you do, Elena." He lets go of her, "But you're not here cause of Jesse. Why you here?"

Elena shakes her head, "I-I don't want to bother you, especially right now."

"My day is not gonna get any worst so, uh, go ahead." Elena Gilbert stares at him for a second before nodding, getting into business. "Okay, well last night you told me that Wes is your legal guardian."

"Yeah, yeah, so this past summer—after my…aunt Sarah died. Why?"

"The thing is my boyfriend, Damon, went to talk to Wes last night—and no one seen or heard from either of them since, and it kinda worries me, you know? I know how bad the timing is but I'm just hoping maybe you can help me find Wes."

Aaron sighs, standing up. "Yeah, yeah I think I know a place where we can start."

~0~0~0~0~

"Caroline! Caroline I think it's enough!" cries the younger Salvatore from inside the safe, the very safe where he was drowning over and over again. Caroline hums reading over her psychology textbook.

"I really don't think you know what you're doing, Caroline."

Stefan chokes out trying to easy his undead heartbeat from him dying of a heart attack.

Can vampires die of a heart attack? He doesn't want to the first one to test that out.

"Of course I know what I'm doing!" she says turning the page, scanning it then turning it back quickly, "Huh, sort of."

Stefan sighs, shutting his eyes.

"Hello my shadow-self."

Stefan gasps, pounding the lid, "Alright Caroline you had your try now get me out!"

"Hello my shadow-self."

"Not yet, Stefan, hold up I think I'm up to something," Another turn of a page.

"I don't think you're getting anywhere with this Blonde." Katherine says, playing around with a pen on the couch. "Who says I need you here!" called Caroline abandoning the book.

"Guys?" whispers Stefan, his heart beating faster and faster. Yup, I'm gonna have a heart attack.

"…my shadow-self."

He pounds again, "Caroline!"

"Well since I was the one to call you in the first place, now don't get to bossy."

Caroline rolls her eyes, "Hello who's the vampire here?"

"Caroline!"

"…my shadow-self."

'Not now Stefan!"

"…Silas."

Stefan pounds even harder, "Please Caroline let me out! Now! I-I can't please!" he cries out desperately.

Caroline jumps at the sound of a phone ringing, even Katherine blinks rapidly staring at the phone. "It's for you Stefan."

He gasps, "Great, let me out then."

There's a squeak sound and the lid slowly raises, Stefan jumps out of it as quickly as he can, snatching the phone from Katherine's hands.

"Hello."

"Stefan, you okay you sound out of breathe."

"I'm fine Elena, just came back from hunting. What up?"

"…well I was wondering, has Damon show up around there?"

Stefan frowns, looking at Caroline, she shakes her head. "No, he hasn't stop by. Why?"

"I've been calling him but he doesn't answer his phone and last night after Jesse he went to talk to Wes again. And no one has heard from either of them. I'm worried."

Caroline snatches the phone from him, "Calm down, Elena. I'm sure you're boyfriend is out in some bar, with a dead phone."

"No, Caroline I know Damon, he doesn't do that anymore. Well not before telling me he's going to a bar.

I think something bad has happen to him and the only person who can know is Wes."

Stefan snatches back the phone, "Look I'll come over to help you out. We all are, just calm down and try to figure this out."

"Okay, see you then." Click.

Caroline waves her hands, "What! Come on Stefan, your brother is somewhere drinking off some girl! Come on we got more important things to do, like you're PTSD."

Stefan shakes his head, grabbing his jacket, "I can't Caroline, and Elena seems stress out so I'm going to help her. You are coming?"

She sighs, "Not like I have a choice now….Katherine?"

Katherine shrugs her shoulders, and Stefan sighs, "Yeah we're taking her too."

"What!"

~0~0~0~0~

Damon sighs, how the hell did I get into this mess again? He shakes his head thinking of the irony of it all.

He glances at Wes, who seems to be writing down some notes in a file. "Just so you know…didn't end so well for the last Augustines. You're inviting in bad karma by holding me here."

Wes stops writing, now full attention to the vampire. "Is that what you told Dr. Whitmore?"

Damon cocks his head, smiling. "Actually Dr. Whitmore wasn't much for conversation…"

Dr. Whitmore walks around the vampire, grabbing his flashlight and turns to the vampire lying on the gurney. He inspects the vampire's eyes. "As much as I love a free check up-"

The vampire, Damon, pushes his hand away facing his eyes. "You're gonna let me go."

Dr. Whitmore stares for a second before chuckling showing off his wristwatch, "That's a good try, I'm wearing vervain."

Damon lets his head sink back down, "Oh."

Dr. Whitmore pushes up his shirt exposing his stomach, he pokes around. "You know most people would invite me dinner first."

"This isn't a personal matter, like I said earlier on; it's for the advancement of science."

Damon growls, "The hell you talking about?"

"You're a vampire-"

Damon snorts, "Didn't notice, Sherlock."

"—Your blood heals others, your body heals itself. I'm studying the regeneration process of internal organs after I remove them."

Damon tries not to let those words affect him, "Listen, how I got this amazing body has nothing to do with science, so—"

A sharp pains stops him, he screams out loud, fining he couldn't see from his right eye.

"You talk too much," he pulls the straps tighter. "I should start there."

"See you Augustines freaks are still at it. Eye exams that sort of thing."

Wes smiles, "Just proof that my research goes far beyond that. I trained him to crave vampire blood instead of human blood," he grins at Damon's eyes widening.

"I'm ready to take my work to the next level."

~0~0~0~0~

"Elena hey!" Stefan calls her in the campus. Elena smiles running up to him with a blond boy behind her.

'Stefan! I'm glad you came. Aaron this is Stefan, Damon's brother. Stefan this is Aaron."

Stefan nods, "Hey."

"Aaron is taking me somewhere we can find Wes and..." She stops as her phone rings, "It's Caroline."

Stefan sighs, "Yeah she's in your dorm room, and we have a small problem. You should go, I'll go with Aaron."

Elena hesitates but nods, "Okay, I'll catch up later, and Aaron thanks again."

"No problem, really."

Elena smiles up to Stefan again, "Text me when you find Wes." The she walks quickly back to the dorm.

Stefan turns back to Aaron, "Lead the way."

The stop right outside of the Whitmore house, Aaron cautiously steps inside while Stefan hangs by the front door. 'Nice place," he comments.

Aaron looks at him, "Well come in, have a better look." Stefan slowly enters the house, please that he did so. "So who owns this place?"

"Technically I do, yeah once people realize I'm a Whitmore-"

"Wait, you're a Whitmore, like as in you own the school?"

Aaron tucks his hands in his pockets, 'That's what they think."

Stefan chuckles looking around the photographs; "Aaron? What are you doing here?"

Stefan steps back, now facing a young man looking confuse. "Elena Gilbert wanted to fine you but she had to go so her friend, Stefan, is here."

Stefan nods, "Wes Maxfield, right?"

"Yes, and you are?"

"Stefan Salvatore."

Wes frowns, "Salvatore? As in Damon Salvatore is your brother?"

Stefan jaw clench, "Yeah, how do you know him?"

"We've talked yesterday night; he's a bit persistent isn't he."

"He can be."

Wes nods coming around Stefan, "I see." Then with a sharp reflex he stabs Stefan. His eyes go wide, he tries to bit Wes but already the vervain takes effect. "What the hell Wes?!"

Stefan chokes and involuntarily closes his eyes, welcoming darkness.

~0~0~0~0~

"Come on Stefan, wake up. Wake up, Stef."

Stefan growls feeling the pounding of hammers in his head, he closes his eyes then re-opens them finally falling to a pair of blues. "Hey, hi."

"Damon! Are you-"

"I'm fine. Wes injected you with vervain maybe when it wears off," he takes a hold of the poles shaking them; "We'll be able to break through these."

Stefan shakes his head instantly regretting it, "Why are you here? Why am I here? Where the hell are we?"

Damon sighs, letting his head sink to his hands, his bangs fall into his eyes. "Wes is caring out the grand Augustine tradition, getting his kicks off vampire torture."

The younger Salvatore frowns, "Did he tell you that?"

Damon sighs, here it comes. "He didn't have too…I've been here before."

Stefan's expression fell, he became limp. "What?" And there it is.

Damon hesitates for half a second, "You remember Joseph, right? 1953? He said he send you a telegram too."

He nods, "I did, though it came late. I came to Mystic Falls a day after his…murder."

Damon snorts, "He deserved it…he was actually my favorite. Joseph sold me out to the Augustine's. Every day the nut-job Dr. Whitmore tortured us and cut us. Took pieces of our eyes out, push us to our limits and beyond what you could imagine. And he had quite and imagination."

He looks around the cell, "He kept me in this very cell, don't think I haven't appreciated the irony."

Stefan sighs pushing himself back against the wall, "How long?"

"What?"

"Don't pretend like you don't know! How long where you here?"

Damon shrugs, sitting up. "Five years give or take."

Stefan lets out a nervous laugh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "And you never told me?"

"Once it was over, it was over. You didn't have to know."

"Damon, how did you not go crazy?"

He shrugs again, "Believe it or not, I made a friend."

Damon was being drag by the doctor himself back into his cell, he throws him in. Damon bounces off the wall and lands with a thud on his side.

"Dr. Whitmore never gets tired of watching us vampires heal. But he gives us one glass of blood a day just enough to keep us alive."

Damon blinks, his head still spinning.

"Pick yourself up, soldier."

Damon grunts but he does what he's told, pushing himself up ignoring his sore muscles protest. The vampire smiles, "That's the spirit, Damon."

Damon chuckles slightly, "Thanks Enzo."

"He was a soldier in Europe during World War II."

Stefan looks at his brother, "How did he end up here?"

Damon scoots back against the wall, losing Stefan's line of vision. "Dr. Whitmore was working on a battlefield hospital when Enzo barely turned. So he drugged him, locked him in a coffin and shipped him overseas. He had been here for ten years before I joined the party."

Stefan shakes his head, sinking down to his stomach and looks up to Damon. "You should have told me, Damon. I should have known."

"And for what, Stefan! I didn't want you pity…I still don't want it."

Stefan sighs, a pregnant pause fills the air and after a few minutes Stefan spoke again.

"How are we gonna get out of here?"

Damon crosses his arms over his chest, "I don't know…sorry I got you into this, Stef. After your traumatizing swim this is the last thing you need."

He looks back into those green eyes, "I promise you I'll get you out of here, I will."

Stefan nods and silence overlaps all—both vampires thinking about the future ahead of them.


So chapter two, like I said its going to be a bit AU so bare with me. Thank you for reading!

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