A/N: Short update for those who decided to favorite my story, rather than review it.

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Damon watched Cailee pace around the room the next day. She was getting more agitated by the moment, working herself up into a fit as she rambled on to the voices in her head. It bothered him to see her this way, but he knew there was little he could do without forcing her to do something that she didn't want to do like sit down.

"This isn't going to work," she whispered, smacking herself on the head. "I can't keep going on like this…Damon, he'll grow tired of me and he'll send me away…I shouldn't have let it get this bad...nope, nope…I shouldn't have let him see me this way…he'll grow tired…"

"Don't count on it, love," Damon said, making his presence known.

Cailee's green eyes turned to him, a little glassy, but just as pretty as he remembered. She grabbed her arm, and frowned.

"I'm doing it again," she told him. "I'm rambling on and on again, aren't I?"

"Just a bit."

A soft sigh escaped her lips and she looked away, following something with her eyes that only she could see. "I know what I did…I know that I hit her…she was hurt, but I didn't think about it…Do you think Elena will forgive me?" she asked, turning her eyes to him once more.

"Of course she will. Elena is one of those kind few that give other people second chances. And she likes you."

The corner of Cailee's lips twitched up into a half smile. "I bet she thinks I'm a freak now…Crazy Cailee, doing bad things over and over again…Shut up!" She whirled around and swatted at thin air. A soft sob tore at her throat. "I…I have to stop this…"

"We will," Damon promised her, walking into the room. "We'll make you all better in no time."

"Damon…are you going to put me in the hospital?"

"No. We've already discussed this." Damon wrapped his arms around her and held her close. "You're going to stay with me until we get medicine in your system."

"The medicine…Is it here?" Cailee asked, wrapping her fingers in Damon's shirt. "Did the mailman bring it today?"

"Not yet."

"Ugh! What's taking it so long?" Cailee demanded, her eyes flashing with suppressed rage. "I am sick…the medicine people said that they'd deliver my medicine this week…why hasn't it come yet? Do they enjoy watching me suffer?" She looked up at the ceiling. "I know you're watching me! And I don't like it!"

Damon sighed. "Give the people a little more time. They probably already shipped your medicine out and it's probably a day away. You just have to be patient, Cailee."

Cailee looked at him once more. "My hands hurt…they sting like I punched something…and there's dried blood on my knuckles…Damon, did I punch something?"

"You don't remember?"
" No."

"Well, after you smacked Elena around, you punched the wall." He smirked. "It wasn't the best decision you've made."

Cailee gave him a look before drawing her hands up between them. She stared at the dried blood on her knuckles for a moment, whispering something under her breath so low that even Damon's enhanced hearing couldn't pick it up. She balled her hand up into a fist, stretching the torn skin tight and held it up where Damon could see it.

"Kiss it and make it better," Cailee ordered with a small smile. "Or are you too macho to do it."

Damon grabbed her by the wrist and looked down at the torn skin. "As you wish, Ms. Cailee…"

He kissed her knuckles gently, earning only a single hiss from her when he got to the middle one which was the worst. A little giggle escaped her lips when he slipped his fingers in between hers and started dancing with her.

"There's no music," she commented as he spun her out and back into his arms.

"There doesn't have to be," Damon replied, pulling her closer as he danced with her. "We make our own music and write our own destinies."

They danced for a moment in silence. Cailee stared into his eyes with a content little smile on her face and he stared right back.

"Damon, would you tell me the truth if I asked you a question about us?" she asked.

"Always."

"Have you used…used your powers to control me?"

Damon shook his head. "I promised you from the very beginning that I would never use my powers on you. I don't need to because everything I could ever hope for you to say or do, you do it on your own. Why use my powers of persuasion when you're going to do something amazing anyway, on your own?"

"But when I get really bad…did the thought of using your mind control powers on me ever cross your mind when you saw me having episode after episode?"

"Not at all."

"Damon…please tell me the truth."

Damon leaned in closer to her, resting his forehead against hers. "I haven't thought about using my powers on you, Miss Cailee."

"But if I get really bad and the medicine doesn't come or it doesn't work…would you consider using your powers?"

"No because then you wouldn't be you. I'd take a thousand episodes than a minute of you under my control." He smirked. "Though the things we could do if you were under my control are intriguing…"

Cailee's cheeks flushed with color. Damon smiled at her and pressed his lips to her temple. He loved seeing some color in her face, even though he knew it would drain away just as fast as it had appeared. Her sickness seemed to suck away all of her color, leaving her as pale as porcelain. On someone that was not dead or a vampire, it was disturbing to see her look so unhealthy, but there was nothing he could do without the medicine.

"Will the medicine work Damon?" Cailee asked when she could stand to look at him without blushing.

"It will," Damon promised. "Or I'll hunt down your doctors and make them find something that will before I kill them. How about that?"

Cailee shook her head. "The doctors are only human. They have no control of what goes on in my head…they just do their best to fix it…" She looked thoughtful. "It might be time for my dosage to be upped though…more drugs, less thoughts…"

That was what Damon was afraid of.

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Damon wandered down the stairs of the house when someone knocked on the door. He peered through the little spy-hole in the door and saw the mailman standing there, waiting patiently with a package. A sigh of relief came out as he undid the locks and opened the door.

A few minutes later, Damon was closing the door and holding the package. He wandered into the kitchen, opening the package with a pair of scissors. Two white bottles full of little pills rolled out on the counter and Damon examined the words printed on the label.

They kept it at the same dosage…he thought with a frown. Great…Here's hoping that she'll be able to cope with this…

Damon heard silence upstairs as he climbed the staircase. He had left Cailee asleep on the floor after an hour of just watching her sleep. But as he climbed the staircase, he couldn't even hear her breathing. That made fear claw at his insides, suddenly casting a deathly chill over his shoulders.

"Cailee?" he asked, pushing open the door.

The room was empty. Cailee's shoes that had been tucked in the corner were gone and so was her jacket. The boarded up window was no longer boarded up, standing open to the world outside. Damon dropped the pill bottle and ran over to the window, looking out at the world in hopes of catching a glimpse of his new love.

But she was nowhere to be seen. She had vanished like a ghost into the setting sun. And she was still off her medicine, growing worse by the moment.

"Cailee…" he breathed, staring out at the world. "Where would you go?"

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Cailee pulled on the sleeves of her jacket, making them cover her hands which were growing cold in the chilly autumn air. She smoothed her hair down and looked around. She had no clue where she was. All she knew was that she had to get away from the house. That place was like a suffocating prison where she was locked in a room all day with no light.

She tipped her face up to be kissed softly by the sun's gentle glow. How she had missed the sun these past few weeks, but the light was blinding. She knew that in the world of the light, she would be considered a freak and could practically hear people mocking her and jeering at her. It hurt her head to have so many voices speaking at once, but she knew that there would be no reprieve.

Damon's going to be mad, she couldn't help thinking. He's going to be mad that I left home to wander the streets in fear of something happening…All the bad things, they're out here, waiting for me. But I couldn't stay…the men in white coats were standing at the door, waiting for him to turn me over to them. He promised that I wouldn't have to go, but the men in white coats came for me anyway…Too bad they won't find me…Damon won't even find me.

She smiled a small little smile and walked out into the street, not paying attention to the cars that were speeding past. She had places to go and people to avoid.

Damon, come and find me before something gets me…

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A/N: She's on the loose, what more could you ask for to stir up some hell in town? Reviewers are wanted.