A/N- so this story will have some original characters that I randomly made up. I'm just telling you guys so if you don't like reading stories with original characters then you can have a heads up and decide whether or not you want to continue :) and yeah the characters are probably going to be OOC, especially Damon because I can not- for my life- portray the sarcastic witty vampire.
Disclaimer- nope, three chapters in and I still don't own TVD, but I'm devastated that they're ending after season 8! There's only going to be 16 episodes in season 8! That's only about 3-4 months of TVD! What am I going to do for the rest of the year?
Chapter 3- Vaughn
Damon wearily opens his eyes. His vision is blurry, and his head's pounding. It feels like as if someone is continuously hitting his head with a hammer. He looks around and sees that he's chained down. The chains restrict him from standing up, so the only thing he can do is to sit on the cold, hard floor. His butt is feeling a little sore. He's sitting in the corner of a room. The gray room is bare, and it seems like it was closing in on him. His throat is dry, and his voice weak. He feels like his body is breaking down. He can feel his organs shutting down. Did he put werewolf toxin in me? If he did, I'm dead for sure. All of a sudden, the heavy iron door creaks open.
"Who are you?" Damon manages to pry out of his dry throat. The guy smirks- an all too familiar smirk. He looks exactly like Damon, but it wasn't him.
"Hello, Mini Me. I've been waiting for a long time to see you in person." He speaks out.
Damon is at a loss for words. Mini-me? He walks closer to Damon. Damon's eyes are still blurry, and his brain is scattered all over the place. He finally stables his eyes over on his doppelgänger. They look so much alike it's unbelievable.
"I'm your doppelgänger?" Damon cries out in disbelief.
"Don't be so surprised. You knew this was going to happen. Silas and Stefan, Katherine and Elena. There was bound to be you and me." He smiles evilly.
Damon is in a state of shock.
Elena… He remembers her face; he remembers how they put her casket in a room, and Bonnie cloaking it. He remembers trying to toughen himself up, but ultimately breaking down. Damon looks at him. He is identical, almost like as if he is looking in a mirror. He has the same evil smile and the same icy eyes. Their hair color is a little different. You wouldn't notice anything different between them unless you really look at the two side by side. Damon has jet black, while he has a brown and black mix. Also, Damon has somewhat straight hair but his was a little wavier. He grins at Damon, it seems as if he enjoys torturing people. The smile brings chills to Damon. He can tell that to his doppelgänger, the thought of torturing someone would make him go mad, the blood in his veins stir. Damon is weak, even the slightest touch would make him wince in pain. He can feel his blood burning up, boiling, and cooking in his veins.
"I knew there was going to be another one of me running around, I just didn't know they were going to kidnap me and chain me up in such a bland room." He holds his hands up with the chains clattering against them. "I guess you didn't get my taste because this decor is definitely something Stefan-like." Damon smiles to himself, his wittiness is the only thing he has. Damon mentally makes a disgusting face at the word Stefan. He forgot that they were still arguing with each other. His throat's burning from that long sentence, but it's worth it.
"What's your name?" Damon croaks out.
"You can call me Vaughn." He replies with a smirk on his face.
"Vaughn? Were you born around Mozart's period?" Damon snickers. Vaughn stands there glaring at Damon.
"I can assure you, Damon, that I am much older than you, therefore faster," Vaughn vamp speeds in front of Damon, "stronger," he grabs Damon's neck, squeezing it, "and much, much wiser." He gives Damon's neck one last tight squeeze before he releases his neck. But not before he slams Damon's head against the wall, making him wince and groan out in pain. All of a sudden, Damon scrunches together, holding his stomach, and he can feel his heart racing as if it was going to jump out any second. Damon finds himself screaming out in a raspy voice.
"Oh hey, the werewolf toxin is working. With this in your system, you're going to be dead in about two or three days. After that, you will finally stop being a burden on Stefan and everyone else. I'm pretty sure Elena was just prancing with joy finally being let out of your life. In fact, everyone would be very happy once they find out you're dead." Vaughn smiles at him, chuckling out a hearty laugh.
"What's your point of this? If you wanted to see me, you could've just knocked." Damon asks him, getting a huge headache.
"I want you to suffer, to feel the pain I went through. You being my doppelgänger has created a lot of difficulties for me. The ancestors have wanted you for the longest time. You prancing out there making a mess has caused the ancestors mad. They need you dead to be peaceful again, and they've been toying with me to catch you. Every time I go outside, it felt like as if the air was filled with vervain. Hell, even sleeping was hard. But now that I got you, you are never getting out. I am going to break you until you are nothing. Until you are just a waste of space, until you plead for me to finish you. You are an abomination, and I hate myself every day for looking like you. I will make everyone you love turn against you. Mark my words, Damon Salvatore." He kicks Damon in the stomach, making Damon double back in pain. Damon's pale blue eyes look at Vaughn, pleading for him to stop. Vaughn goes and grabs a stake, and dips it in vervain.
"You don't have to do that..." Damon cries out. His eyes are wide with fear. He starts coughing, and blood pours out of his mouth and onto the concrete floor, giving it a red pop of color. Vaughn goes to Damon, eyeing his stomach. He holds Damon's chin in his hands, and jerks his head upwards, forcing Damon to look at him.
"Damon, Damon, Damon." Vaughn slowly pushes the vervain-filled stake in his torso. "Of course I don't have to, but I want to." And pushes it heavily into his stomach. Damon groans and starts to breathe heavily.
"Do you feel the burning feeling in your stomach? The vervain seeping into your body feels painful huh?" Vaughn smiles creepily. He leaves the stake protruding out of his torso and grabs a pale white cup. Damon was about to faint. He wants to die; he doesn't want to go through the pain of vervain anymore. He was almost just about done. He sees Vaughn holding a cup, and walks towards him. His heartbeat immediately races up. He finds himself pushing himself into the corner, trying to escape whatever was coming at him. Vaughn goes up to his face, and holds his head still, and shoves the fluid inside his mouth. His mouth area is immediately turning red upon the contact of vervain. He can feel his tongue swelling up, and his mouth burning up like chewing razors in his mouth. Blood is pouring out of his mouth and so he immediately spits it out onto the floor. He throws the plastic cup across the room making a huge clattering noise that echoed in the tight room.
"Goodnight, Damon. Hope you sleep well." Vaughn says, walking out of the room and shutting the large heavy iron door creating a noise that sounds all too well like the time he was in the Augustine.
The sound echoes in Damon's mind. Black flashes appear and he falls into the black pit of darkness.
Okay, I'm done with this chapter! I really failed at coming up with Damon's witty comebacks haha. It was really a struggle to think of. I'm just not a person who can come up with comebacks on the spot, which makes me really suck at portraying Damon in this story. Hopefully, I will get better with practice, but I most likely won't... :P Please review with any tips to make my story better. Reviewing makes me super happy, and inspired to write more. I really hope you liked this chapter, and thanks for reading! It really means a lot to me!
-angelaapann
