A/N: Hola! I'm back to give you some more INSANITY! LOL

I love your responses from the last chapter! I love your reviews, as always!

Time for shout-outs!

Darkkissesful: I have always been a weird kid, and I've always been interested in weird history. Since I've always had an interest in psychology, I did some book and internet research on torture and psychology. It's interesting, right?

KimmyieG: LOLYou're not the only one. I enjoy learning about history, especially when it comes to torture mechanisms from history. What shocked me the most is that it was used by the church back then, and even by doctors! Cool right?

Debs2000: LOL Sexy and scary is a beautifully delicious combination, right? :) Especially when it comes to Damon Salvatore.

Melissa: Muito obrigado! Eu realmente fazer livros de escrita e poemas, e é minha esperança de publicá-los um dia. E obrigado por deixar um comentário. Significa muito para mim. Espero ouvi-lo novamente. :)

Kcotsrevab: Hey! Hopefully this chapter is long enough for you lol :) Don't worr it if isn't though, the next chapter will be longer. :)

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Rjoupa: LOL! To be honest, I am not a HUGE fan of the SAW movies, but I do watch them a lot. Anyways, when I found out a few years ago that doctors and even priests used these mechanisms throughout history, it both shocked and intrigued me. I thought it would be perfect to use it here in this story, especially since the history of inflicted torture has a huge part in the history of psychology.I'm glad you liked it!

Delena's Differential Equation: First of all, your review was hilarious. I can't tell you how hard my heart was beating when I read the first line of your review "I would like to lodge a complaint…" However, I kept reading and I started laughing. Thanks for your review. Now, I don't you to fail your class, but I am completely ecstatic that you love this fanfic so much. You caught my point of view on this story very well, I'm impressed. I hope to hear from you soon. :) thanks for your review.

02melanienie: Pour être honnête, je n'ai jamais vu un film d'horreur qui fait peur vraiment moi. J'ai vu quelques-uns qui sont intéressants, mais pas effrayant. Cependant, j'aime les voir à l'Halloween. Je suis heureux que vous ayez aimé ce chapitre. Je suis désolé qu'il était court, mais je l'espère, celui-ci fera pour elle.

For all those who were asking if Damon was this sadist doctor, to be honest, no. However, the story is true. But remember when he said that whenever this doctor traveled, which was frequently, he left the asylum in the care his trustworthy friends? That included Katherine, Damon, and Stefan. We will look into that part of Damon's history in a few chapters.

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Chapter 12: Unwelcomed Visit

"You never know who's going to walk in that door…the past has a funny way of knocking on it and coming in when you least expect it."

Elena woke to the delicious smell of pancakes, maple syrup, eggs, and coffee. She opened her eyes and smiled to herself. Today was a rare, unusual day for many reasons. For starters, today was the day that she started work later than usual; Alaric told her to come in at noon instead of 9am, so she decided to actually sleep at home for the night.

Every time she slept in her room, she was reminded of how rare is it that she actually goes home. The floor was dusty, and the air in her room was rather musty. Before going to work, she promises herself to clean up a little.

Getting up from her bed and stretching, she glanced at her clock. It was almost ten in the morning. Before going downstairs, she threw on her night robe.

Coming downstairs, she could hear soft music coming from the radio in the kitchen. She could hear the song and started to bob her head to the music, even though she couldn't identify it just yet.

As she walked into the kitchen, she spotted Jeremy and Anna at the table, still dressed in their pajamas…just barely. Elena stifled a nervous giggle as she realized that she had just walked into their intense morning make-out. They hadn't even noticed her walk in.

"Now I see what all that noise was last night!" Elena chimed.

Jeremy jumped back to his seat in shock as Anna tried to compose herself before addressing to Elena. "Hey…good morning, Lena. I made us breakfast." No matter how much she tried, the knots in her hair were strictly embed.

Elena nodded with a snug smile on her face as she walked to the stove, grabbing her plate of pancakes and eggs. "Thanks, Anna." Grabbing her mug of coffee, she walked over to the table and sat down in front of Anna. She eyed Jeremy from the corner of her eye, who was avoiding her gaze. He instead started to look through today's paper, which was something he rarely ever did. She threw her hands in the air and laughed. "Guys, come on! It's not like this is the first time I've caught you guys making out." She poured syrup over her stack of pancakes.

Anna nervously giggled. "Sorry. We just…kinda forgot you were upstairs."

Elena raised her eyebrows at them, stopping mid-action as she was about to place a forkful of pancakes in her mouth. "I could leave, you know…"

Jeremy finally looked up at her and chuckled nervously. "No, you don't have to do that. I'm sorry, Elena. It's just…you know, it's rare we see you here at the house in the mornings."

"Or in the afternoons," Anna softly smiled.

"Or the evenings," Jeremy added, glancing at Anna with a mischievous smile.

"But I'm glad you're here!" Anna chimed. "Besides, I know how much you love my pancakes."

Elena laughed as she took another bite of eggs and pancakes. "That I do."

The radio a few feet away began to play the song Monster by Dev. Elena couldn't help but blush as she listened to the lyrics. They reminded her of her own monster waiting for her at the asylum.

"Call the doctor; call the doctor, Must be something wrong with me

He's a monster, why do I want ya

Please tell me, please tell me

He's a monster…"

"So," Jeremy sighed as he continued reading the paper. "It seems the public is losing interest in your patient."

Speak of the devil. Elena nodded. "Yea, Caroline said the same thing. I was getting tired off all the attention, anyway."

Anna yawned. "That's because he's locked up, where he belongs." She glances at Elena as she pours more syrup on her last pancake. "Don't you feel scared around him? I mean, from the way the papers and the news portrays him, he seems like a sociopathic creep."

"He is my creep, my creep, He is my creep, my creep,"The song sang.

"Talk about irony," Elena thought to herself. "Well, he's…complicated. One minute, he's terrifying…or at least, he tries to be…the next, he's…not. He's unpredictable, to say the least."

Anna smiled. "I just hope you're being careful with him. Jeremy worries about you a lot, too."

Jeremy rolled his eyes at her remark, but says nothing to debate.

"Don't worry. I got it all under control," Elena assured them as she stood up. "Thanks for the breakfast, Anna. It was superb." She brought her empty plate and mug to the kitchen sink as she walked out of the kitchen.

As she walked back up the stairs, she rolled her eyes as she heard Jeremy's low voice. "So where were we?" he whispered to her. Anna giggled.

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Elena tapped her pen nervously as she looked through the plastic window onto the parlor. Today was not a usual day indeed.

She leaned against the wall, slightly bouncing her foot in anticipation as she continued to tap her pen onto the large cabinet drawers beside her.

Caroline rolled her eyes and scowled at Elena as she reached and grabbed Elena's pen from her hand. "Stop it, ok? Everything's fine! What's got your panties in a bunch?"

Elena pursed her lips before allowing her shoulders to slouch. "Do you think it was smart of me to do this?"

Caroline raised her perfectly plucked eyebrow. "What?"

Elena pointed with her chin to the parlor, where Damon sat among the other patients, unrestricted. "That."

Caroline sighed as she placed her right hand on her hip. "You mean deciding on Alaric's free day to give Damon Salvatore, the sadistically insane patient of Mystic Falls, permission to sit in a public space with other patients?" She smiled. "Not to mention, it's also visiting day?"

Elena nodded, glancing at Caroline warily.

"Smart, no. Understandable?" Caroline giggled. "Yes."

Elena allowed a short chuckle to escape her lips, not hesitating on the sarcastic nature of which it was intended to be. She felt…odd. Unnerved, actually. The first thing she noticed walking into the room was how almost all of the visitors were nervously eying Damon Salvatore. Some decided to leave the parlor room altogether and stay outside in the gardens with their hospitalized family members, but they were all keeping their distance. Damon, being his usual self, laughed at many of them. After a while, he sat silently among some other patients who were waiting form their visitors.

Caroline, wanting to change the subject, grinned at her. "So, Jeremy and Anna told me that you actually slept at home last night! I'm impressed." She smiled with her approval.

Elena shook her head, glancing around the nurses' station. It seems that many nurses have called out today. "To be honest, I kinda wish I didn't." She shrugged. "It felt weird…it felt like I was a stranger, like I was trespassing or something. There I was, an intruder in their daily routine. It felt…weird."

Caroline looked at her sympathetically. "Well, honey, that's because you're not home often."

Elena shook her head. "But it's my house, and….and it-" She struggled to find the words.

"And it feels like you're breaking in and trespassing in your own house?" Caroline finished her sentence.

Elena nodded her head.

Caroline threw her hands in the air. "Confessions of the Asylum Workaholic." She leaned forward and gave Elena a strong hug. "Don't worry, 'Lena. If it bothers you that much, you can stay with me. I don't mind. It'll be like our sleepovers in high school!"

Elena shook her head. She parted from Caroline's embrace and looked out the parlor window at Damon again. "No, then I'd interfere with you and Tyler." She threw her hand in the air. "Just forget about it. I'm fine."

Caroline rolled her eyes. "Lena, I love Tyler, but you are practically my sister; you come first. Besides, it'll be just like old times!"

Elena smiled at her silently, trying her best to not look so stressed.

The door behind Caroline opened, revealing a very tired-looking Jameson in his long doctor coat. He walked past the small group of nurses nearby toward the cabinets, where Dr. Gilbert and Dr. Forbes stood. He grabbed several folders in one of the open cabinets and glanced through them, avoiding their gazes.

Caroline rolled her eyes. "Ugh, what the hell are you doing back?"

Jameson rolled his eyes as well at her. "Forbes, it too early to start. Spare me the rude comments."

"What the hell do you mean, early? It's 2:30pm in the afternoon!"

Their usual bickering continued, but their voices were toned out of Elena's head. Her cheeks burned red with embarrassment. Looking at Jameson's face triggered her memory of the erotic dream with Damon. She could remember his lifeless face gazing at her and Damon as Damon pounded into her…while they were on top of him! She bit her lip as she recalled that dream, and as heated as it made her feel…she couldn't help but feel guilty, embarrassed…and a bit ashamed. Acting on impulse, she held out her hand to Jameson.

Caroline abruptly stopped in the middle of a clever insult and glared at her hand. Jameson did the same. "Elena?" Caroline pondered out loud. "What are you doing?"

Elena disregarded her and smiled forcefully at Jameson. His eyes looked as if they were staring at a mad woman. Maybe they were. "Jameson, I want to apologize for what Damon…umm, for what he did." She struggled to find the words. "And I want to ask for a truce."

Caroline went hysterical. "What the hell is wrong with you? Are you serious?"

Elena glared at her. "Yes, I'm serious." She looked back at Jameson. "It's time we put all this childish bickering behind us. We are all mature doctors, and it's about time we behave as such. I believe that if we all try hard enough, we can resume being good friends, like before. I'm willing to let bygones be bygones. Can you, Jameson?"

He glared at her, confused. He glanced at Caroline. "Is she serious?" he asked Caroline, despite the fact that Elena was right in front of her.

Caroline shrugged, studying Elena's face carefully. "I'm not sure. Maybe I should get a thermometer?"

Elena rolled her eyes. "I'm fine, for God's sake. What do you say?"

Jameson, after staring at her in confusion for several more moments, took her hand and shook it silently. "Thanks…I think," he muttered.

"Well, this so-called truce doesn't apply to me," Caroline scoffed.

Jameson gave her a nasty, then back to Elena and gave her a small smile. She couldn't tell, however, if it was a smile of gratitude or a smile of ridicule. "Umm…thanks, Elena. I guess it's a truce." He turned around and walking quietly walking out of the room.

Caroline continued to stare at her, confused. "You know, this 'Good Samaritan' act of yours isn't as flattering as you think."

Elena rolled her eyes. "Caroline, think about it. Why are we always arguing with him?"

"Because he's a womanizing jerk who patronizes and belittles practically all of the female staff here!" Caroline shook her head and shrugged.

Elena smirked. "But if we act like him, we're only as bad as he is."

Caroline shrugged. "I am perfectly fine with that," she said with a mischievous smile.

Elena gave her a small smile as she walked past her. "I'll be right back," she patted Caroline's shoulder as she walked out to the large parlor room.

The room was noisier then usual, though it wasn't to a point that it was deafening. Today, as Caroline pointed out, was visiting day. Families and friends of patients were allowed to come and visit, even wander around certain parts of the building and outside in the gardens with each other. All over the parlor and the gardens were the families and the patients, happily coexisting.

She walked over to Damon, who was sitting alone with another patient, Jules. They sat together talking, playing cards. An unfinished chess board was next to them. Elena smiled to herself. He looked a bit bored, but at least he was making an effort.

His blue eyes significantly lit up when he spotted her. His mouth formed into that radiant smile that would have caused her knees to go weak if it weren't for the fact that other people were around. Despite her efforts, she could feel her cheeks burn from her blushing when she stopped in front of them.

"Hello, gorgeous," Damon mused.

Elena rolled her eyes at him. "And how are you two doing on this lovely day?"

Jules looked up at her and giggled loudly. "We're awesome, Dr. Gilbert. Just awesome!" Her constantly shaking hands threw some cards in the air, causing some to fly. One landed on Damon's right hand, which he picked up and studied very carefully. "Damon here is playing Solitaire with me, and I'm winning!" She cheered.

"That's because I'm letting you win, you schizophrenic buffoon," he grumbled, not looking up from his card.

Elena frowned at him but was glad that Jules didn't seem to mind so much. "I'm not a buffoon, silly, silly Damon!" she giggled. She held out her hand in the air and balled up the last three fingers, allowing her thumb and pointer finger to stand parallel to each other. "I'm just a little crazy, just a little, just a little cuckoo." Jules started to rock back and forth in her seat, fidgeting with her fingers and bouncing her legs. "Grandma's coming today! Did you know that, did you know that, did you know that?" She sang, giggling each word.

Elena smiled. "Yes, I did, Jules. Your grandmother called this morning. She says she's bringing her cookies."

Jules was probably one of the sweetest, most sympathetic patients here at the Mystic Falls Asylum. Sadly, she was also one of the most unfortunate patients. She had been Caroline's patient ever since she was ten years old. She was born with several mental defects because her mother had done drugs during the pregnancy. At the age of six, she witnessed her mother's suicide. She never personally knew her father; all she and the asylum knew about him was that he had killed himself by lying down on train tracks with only a large bottle of whiskey as his companion. Her grandmother took her in, and at the age of nine, right before her birthday, Jules started to show signs of a severe case of schizophrenia. Her entire life so far had been within these walls; her grandmother had to have her home schooled in the asylum.

Caroline always proudly said that Jules was one of her favorite patients. However, Jules was very unpredictable and very lively. Lord knows how many times she's been caught running around naked in the gardens in the rain, claiming that God was in the rain and that he would make her better. Caroline always admired her strength; Jules knew that she had problems, but she had accepted them a long time ago. "I'm different, and that's alright with me," she had said once.

Jules looked down at her cards and giggled tremendously. "Did-did-did you know, Miss Gilbert, that in the 1930s, most playing cards were traced with nitrocellulose!" she laughed very rapidly. "So if this were the 1930s, I could light this baby up with some hot water, a few other ingredients and POOF!" The cards flew into the air again, emphasizing her idea.

Damon, breaking out of his trance, started to laugh hysterically. "I like this chick!" he roared. "You're not so bad, after all, for a loon!"

Jules' eyes shimmered. "Awww! That's so nice of you, Damon!" She leaped over and threw her arms around him, hugging him. His laughter stopped instantly. He didn't bother returning her embrace; in fact, he didn't even bother hiding how uncomfortable he felt.

Jules, of course, was oblivious to this. "I like you too, silly! Guess what? I might just share Grandma's cookies with you!"

Damon rolled his eyes. "Whoop-die-doo!" he chuckled sarcastically.

Jules jumped up and squealed. "There she is now!" she abruptly ran to her Grandmother, who stood at the doorway, smiling, as always.

Damon settled back into his chair and sighed. "Finally, that crazy bitch is gone!"

Elena folded her arms and frowned. "What is wrong with you today?"

"Now that you're here? Nothing," he smiled, moving his eyebrows up and down.

She shook her head. "I'm not here for a long time; I just came by to check up on you."

He scoffed. "You mean you just wanted to make sure that I wasn't planning on hurting anyone today." His eyes scanned around the room.

"Well, are you?" Elena inquired.

"Well, it may have crossed my mind once or twice." His blue eyes settled down on her. "But like I said, now that you're here, I'm just dandy."

Elena smiled. "Thank you, Damon. I'm trusting you, okay? Please don't make me regret this."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he purred.

She smiled at him, content with his answer. "Just think of this as one of your privileges. We're understaffed today, so I'm needed at the nurses' station."

"So you're going to be my nurse," he chuckled darkly. "This could get a little kinky."

Elena pursed her lips again. "Very funny, Damon. Anyways, I'll come back later. In the meantime, don't be afraid to mingle a little with the patients," she smiled. "Just…avoid some of the families. They..umm..seem to be a little-"

"Scared…of me." His tone sounded defeated.

Elena pursed her lips. "Damon."

He looked up at her. "It's alright, 'Lena." He gave her a small smile. "I'll be fine. I always am." He gave her a small smile before narrowing his attention back down at his cards on the table. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm in the mood to finish this game." He pushed aside the playing cars and pulled the chess board to him. "When I'm done, maybe you'll be up for a round?"

Elena smiled. "I'll hold you up to that." Turning around and walking over to the nurses' station, she called over her shoulder to him. "Just so you know, I happen to be very good in chess."

Damon smiled.

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"So what are we going to do tonight?" Caroline chimed.

Elena shrugged. "You know, after thinking about it, I might take up your offer and sleep over tonight. I'm not sure if I want to go back home just yet."

Caroline giggled excitedly. "It'll be just like old times! We'll rent out a bunch of movies, and you're in luck, because I have chocolate-vanilla swirl ice-cream at home!"

Elena grinned at her. "We could even make some margaritas, just like when we were in high school."

Caroline's eyes lit up as she remembered her high school days with her dear friend. "Oh, gosh, remember all the times in the middle of night, we'd invite over Tyler?"

Elena nodded. "He learned to pick locks from his father's wine cabinet. He'd bring all the stuff over and sneak into your window."

Caroline howled with laughter. "That's why we only made margaritas when my mom wasn't home; if she'd caught us, she would have so grounded!"

Elena smiled. "Those were the good days…" she muttered. "It still surprises me how easily you get drunk."

Caroline rolled her eyes and groaned at that memory. "Don't even get me started on that! I'd have the worst hangovers the next mornings. Mom used to think I was addicted to pain-relievers," she laughed to herself. "So it's a plan?"

Elena nodded. "No problem."

Caroline grinned in victory as she settled back in her chair, wrapping her arms around her body. "Can you believe how cold it got in here?"

Elena nodded, pulling on her green sweater. "Looks like the air conditioner is acting up again. I'll have to send Kol to check the system."

Caroline shook her head. "He's not here either, remember? It's his day off, too."

Elena groaned in defeated annoyance. "Great, just great." She shrugged as she brought herself up and stood over Caroline. "I'm going to go and open some of the doors to outside. It's hot outside, so maybe it'll help." She walked outside the station and walked over to the gallery doors, opening them all as wide as she could. The warm air and sunlight from outside comforted her, but she still clung to her dark green sweater. Looking around the parlor room as she walked back to the nurses' station, she noticed that some of the visitors and families looked at her with much gratitude in their facial expressions. She smiled at them and nodded her head to them, hoping to assure them that the temperature would hopefully rise to a more comfortable number.

"Looks like it's not just us," Caroline sighed. "It seems everyone's noticed how freezing it is."

Elena sighed. "If it continues, I'll go downstairs and turn up the furnace. Maybe that'll help more."

"Dr. Gilbert?" A voice called from behind her.

Elena turned around and looked at one of the nurses in the room that had called her. She was a big woman with very little hair and huge glasses. A large blue shawl was draped over her broad shoulders. Elena couldn't remember her name; she was a definitely new nurse. "Yes?"

"There are two young women and a young man at the entrance asking for you," the nurse sighed, a strong hint of annoyance in her Southern accent.

Elena's eyebrows furrowed. "Did they say what their names were?"

The nurse shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Nope," she scoffed. "But they know your name. They're at the main entrance." She shuffled out the room quickly, before anyone could ask another question.

Elena glared at Caroline, confused. "Well, that was rude," she breathed.

Caroline shrugged and smirked. "Are you going to offer her a truce, too?"

Elena laughed. "You're relentless! Just watch the parlor and keep an eye on Damon, especially. " She walked out of the room, giggling. On the way out, she glanced at Damon, who sat where she'd left him last, returning her gaze with his famously intense wink and the sneaky smile that, as always, made her heart beat like an anxious jackhammer. "What am I going to do with you?" she muttered to herself.

As soon as she had left the room, Damon muttered his response, "Well, I have a few ideas, if you're willing…" He then frowned to himself, knowing that she hadn't heard him.

Walking down the hallway to the main entrance, she noticed how warm it was getting. She frowned, knowing that without Kol, she'd have no choice but to suffer through this unusual temperature. He did mention that the pipes were out of control lately. She wondered to herself what else was must have been out of control.

Elena looked around the main entrance, but no one was there to be found. A few children were playing out on the front steps, while some visitors were talking to each other. But the three people were nowhere to be found. She frowned. Maybe they left?

"Excuse me," a smooth voice spoke from behind her. "Are you Dr. Gilbert?"

Elena whipped around and smiled. "There you are. I heard you three were looking for me, yes?"

The woman who spoke smiled. She stood a few feet away, near the stairs. Her black, curly hair hung perfectly, just touching her shoulders. She was tall African American woman, several inches taller than Elena, definitely not because of the heeled boots she was wearing. She wore a beige shirt that looked perfect with her dark skin. The man who stood behind her was equally attractive. He had warm green eyes that seemed to have a natural humor in them. He had honey brown hair, and stood with his feet firmly planted on the ground, with one arm behind his back, and the other wrapped around the third girl's waist.

The third girl was stunningly beautiful, even Elena had to admit that to herself. She had long, straight blond hair, without a single hair out of place. Her icy blue eyes were intense, and the smirk on her face was rather unnerving.

"Yes, we are," the African American woman grinned. She held out her hand and shook Elena's. "Visiting hours isn't over, I hope?"

Elena smiled and shook her head. "Nope, you're just in time!" She frowned. "I'm sorry; I didn't get your names."

The woman smiled again. "My name is Bree. It's a pleasure to meet you."

The man behind Bree held out his hand as well. "I'm Stefan." He shook Elena's hand, proving he had a strong grip. "And this is Katherine," he smiled to his girlfriend.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Gilbert," Katherine smiled. "We understand you are Damon Salvatore's doctor, yes?"

Elena nodded. "Yes, I am. Are you here to visit him?" She frowned slightly.

Stefan smiled. "Yes, we are." His eyebrows burrowed. "I'm sorry, is something wrong?"

Elena shook her head. "No…it's just, I never knew Damon had friends."

Katherine nodded, a small hint of sadness noticeable in her smile. "Well, he doesn't really talk about us."

Elena nodded slowly. "Oh. Alright, sure. Follow me. I'll take you to him."

Katherine grinned. "Don't tell him we're here, though. We'd like to surprise him."

Elena smiled and nodded. "No problem." She motioned for them to follow her down the hall to the parlor. Though her feet were walking at a comfortable pace, her mind was running a thousand miles a second. There were no files of any friends of Damon…Did they live here? Had Damon lived here in Mystic Falls before he was arrested? Ric said that there was absolutely no record of him, not even a parking ticket, let alone acquaintances! Damon lied…"

She put her thoughts on hold as soon as they entered the parlor. She quickly eyed Damon, who paid no attention to her, surprisingly. His full attention was on the chess board. An older female patient sat in front of him, deep in her thoughts, eying the board as well.

Elena pointed to him. "There he is. If you need any help, just let me know."

Bree nodded. "Thank you very much, Dr. Gilbert." She winked at her as the three walked over to Damon's table.

Elena stood there, confused. She looked back at the nurses' station, where Caroline stood looking at back at her, equally confused.

Damon POV

Damn, this broad is good at this game.

She had him in a corner. His knight was in trouble. "You're pretty good for a broad with Alzheimer's. I almost feel mad if I beat you; after all, I was taught to respect my elders," he chuckled.

The old woman rolled her eyes. "I'm bipolar, you idiot. My memory's fine. And I'm only 52."

Damon smiled at her crudeness and focused back on the chess board. "So you take your mid-life crisis out on me? How rude!"

He was going to lose this. He knew it. He just didn't want to give in. He rolled his eyes, keeping his head down. "You might as well do it, then."

"With pleasure," a smooth voice cooed. A small chill of annoyance ran down his spine; it wasn't the voice of the woman.

A smooth, pale hand moved forward into his vision, on top of the chessboard, took her castle, and knocked down his queen. "Checkmate," she cooed softly.

He forced himself to take in a deep breath. "Katherine," he growled. He looked up in anger, but instantly stopped in his tracks. She wasn't alone. Next to Bree stood Stefan….the whole fucking gang.

"Hello, brother."

A/N: Before saying goodbye for now, I really need to apologize for something to you guys. My lovely translator, Prue Stevens, pointed out a HUGE mistake I did a few chapters ago. You see, Damon had asked Elena for her first name as his birthday wish. Now, he did figure out her name before then, which was when he snuck into her office. And when Damon said Elena's name before she entered his room to celebrate his birthday, that was to show how nervous she was, that she didn't even realize that he had said her name.

However, my mistake was that in a chapter before this revelation of his, the chapter before the DELENA dream, I believe, Damon called her by her first name, which he wasn't supposed to know. I didn't realize that AT ALL, and I am SERIOUSLY PISSED at myself for that. I mean, I know that authors make mistakes, because we're human (despite how much some of us want to become vampires ourselves), but I tried my best to not let that happen, and it did. Especially since I had that whole birthday scene in my head since BEFORE typing the prologue of this fanfic down. And I know that some of you guys saw this mistake, too.

So, for the record, just pretend that Damon didn't know Elena's name until sneaking into her office. Forgive me, please? I'm already beating myself up into a bloody pulp as we speak, I swear. (Too much?)

As part of this apology, I will make it a promise to update faster than usual. Also, I will admit TWO SPOILERS for the next Two chapters: For chapter 13, we will see how Damon will react to this visit, and how Elena helps him recover.

For chapter 14, It's time Elena gets a small but delicious taste of exactly how personally insane Damon went with his victims…

So please don't be mad at me, guys. You all mean the world to me. What do you say; am I forgiven?

Let me know your thoughts! XD Emely