Chapter 9
After escaping the Augustine's he wandered around for a few years. It was election time again and Damon found himself in Washington on the night of election. As he was walking the streets a reporter stopped him and asked for an interview. At first her questions seemed normal; all focused around the race. But then, they started to get more specific, specific into his past, particularly about the Whitemore fire. Sensing something was off he began leading her into an alley. He tried compelling her, but found he could not.
"You can't compel me Damon Salvatore," she said before injecting him with Vervain.
He grabbed her arm and forcefully led her into the alley. "Normally I would kill a person for that, but it seems I'm not supposed to. What do you want with me and how do you know me?"
"I was part of the Augustine, but then many of them died in a mysterious fire."
"What is your name?"
"Don't know why I'm still speaking to you, but its Maggie James."
"And to think he spoke so highly of you."
"Who?"
"Enzo, my old cell mate."
"You knew Enzo?! How?"
"Like I said, old cell mate. He was being tortured by the same man who had me, Dr. Whitemore. Luckily we became friends and I was able to get him out before the fire reached him."
She steps back in shock. "Dr. Whitemore had my Enzo?"
"Yes, luckily we both made it out. He's alive, although I don't know where he is."
"Do you have any way of contacting him?"
"No, how about you give me a way to contact you and if I see him again, I'll contact you."
"Yes, here is my address."
The two parted ways, her alive and he well… still walking.
An: I could have posted this on Saturday, but I thought I was going to add more to it. Instead, I've decided to write a new chapter and leave this one as is. If I can focus tonight I might be able to add another chapter tonight. :) We'll see.