A/N: I'm glad to see that so many people have taken an interest in my pairing of Damon and an OC. Yes, this OC is a bit different from the others, seeing as she's schizophrenic, but this OC hits close to home for me. I'll love you dearly if you keep on reading. Thanks!

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Cailee opened her eyes, hearing the voices calling to her. Her head was swimming with the noise and the pain. She didn't understand the pain. Why did it hurt move? Why couldn't she lift her head? Where was that smell of blood coming from?

Damon…

He'd been there before this had happened. He had led her here. Maybe they were playing a game? He'd let her out and they were playing a 'Can You Catch Me' game, right?

Cailee closed her eyes once more. It didn't make sense. Why would Damon play a game with her if she hadn't taken her medicine? She was supposed to have her medicine in her system for two days before she was allowed outside.

But I was clever…I got out before Damon came back upstairs. She smiled and opened her eyes once more. Ooh, won't he be mad when I get back.

Her head swam more when she pushed herself into a sitting position. She couldn't see where she was. She could barely make out her fingers in front of her face when she tried to count them to clear her vision. With a sigh, she reached behind her head and felt something warm and sticky on her fingertips.

"So you made yourself bleed," Damon's voice came from the darkness. "That's a nasty habit you have."

"Damon!" Cailee exclaimed, looking around instantly forgetting about the blood. "Damon, where are you? Why is everything so dark?"

"Well, that's obvious. It is night and you're in the woods. What else did you expect?"

"Damon, why aren't you being nice to me?" Cailee demanded, crossing her arms. "Are you mad at me?"

"You ran away from me."

"The bad men were at the door. I couldn't let you have them take me away."

"You need to be taken away to the hospital. There's no time for me to take care of you anymore. I won't be put through that tiring activity again. It's time for you to go the hospital."

"But Damon you promised that I wouldn't have to go to the hospital! You promised me!"

"You promised me!" Damon said in a mocking voice. "Since when have you known me to keep all of my promises? Especially to women, dear Miss Cailee."

Cailee could feel the tears stinging her eyes as she closed them. "This isn't real. None of this is real. You would never say these things to me. No, I'm hallucinating again."

A hand wrapped around her wrist and squeezed hard. She could smell Damon's cologne over the smell of the blood and whimpered.

"That's all you ever do anymore," Damon said. "Hallucinate. I'm getting sick of it. Every second of my attention has to be devoted to you because of your hallucinations. I've killed humans as annoying as you, without regrets. I'd kill you right now if I hadn't wasted so much time on you before. Why should I waste anymore energy on you?"

"Damon…please don't say that…" Cailee whimpered, begging him to stop. "Please Damon…"

Damon laughed a cold, hard laugh. "Please stop Damon…Don't say these things because I can't face the truth," he said in a mocking voice. "Oh, grow up Cailee. This is the real world and in the real world, people say rude things. They only seem rude because you don't want to face the truth in what they're saying. And in the real world, there are places for people like you. Sick, little people that talk to walls and thin air…they belong in the hospital forever and ever and ever." He smiled in the darkness. "That's where you belong."
"No Damon. You said –"

"I lied."

Something cold and wet landed on Cailee's face and she shivered. White snow was falling on her and that's when she noticed that the temperature was dropping. She wrapped her arms around herself and looked around wildly for Damon.

"Damon?"

"You're going to stay in this hole all night," Damon's voice said from above. "Then, if you're not already dead, you'll go to the hospital where the world will finally leave you alone. And where you will remember me for the lie that I made you believe that I was. Where you will be poked and prodded and everything is a test. Where I will no longer have to babysit you constantly." There was a smirk in his tone now. "And know that I never loved you."

"Damon!" Cailee cried, trying to push herself to her feet, but when she moved she felt dizzy. "Damon, please stay with me!"

Damon laughed and Cailee heard retreating footsteps. Moments later, all she heard was silence. A cold, lonely silence that cut her worse than any of Damon's harsh words had.

"Damon," Cailee whispered, burying her face against her knees as she laid back down in the fetal position in an attempt to keep warm.

All that she wanted to do was make herself so small that she'd simply vanish off the face of the planet.

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Damon watched her dance around her room, singing along with the radio. It amazed him how she could make dancing in her underclothes and singing into a hairbrush look so amazing. She seemed to have forgotten that she had allowed him into her house as she sang for an invisible audience.

The music stopped and Cailee took a deep bow. "Thank you, thank you," she sang, taking another bow. "You're all too kind."

Damon brought his hands together and she spun around wildly. A flush of color flooded her cheeks as she realized that she had been caught in the act. Damon smiled at her as he entered the room.

"You have a lovely voice, Miss Cailee," he told her, wrapping his arms around her slim waist. "And your body, it just calls out to be touched."
"Too bad you won't be doing any touching," Cailee said, sliding her hand under her shirt so she could trace little designs on his chest. "You promised that you'd behave tonight."

"I can behave and touch." Damon leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. "With that little show, how can I resist you?"

"You could try to."

Cailee stepped away from him before he could kiss her again. She giggled at him and walked over to her desk, picking up her History book. "I've got a quiz to study for. And I was thinking that maybe you could help me with the studying."

Damon rolled his eyes. "That's exactly how I want to spend a Thursday night with a half –naked bombshell, studying."

"Oh come on Damon." Cailee sat on her bed and smiled at him. "I need to pass this quiz to get an A for this semester."

"I still don't see why I should help."

Cailee's smile grew wider and more catlike. "Well, I think I can make this a little more interesting for you, babe."

"Enlighten me."
"For every answer I get wrong, you'll get a point. Get enough points and your night can get rather interesting. But if I get the answer right, I get a point and if I get enough points, I get to pick what we do. The night can still be interesting."

Damon smirked and sat on the bed across from her, running a hand up her leg. "What if there's a tie?"

Cailee's eyes wandered elsewhere for a moment, following something that he would have done anything to get rid of but would never see. "Well, then we'll just have to flip a coin to see who gets to pick what we do tonight." She put a hand over his, stopping it when it grew close to the top of her thigh. "We will behave until then. Understand?"

Damon nodded. "Yeah, whatever."

Cailee smiled at him. "How about we kiss to seal the deal?"

Damon smirked and kissed her, gently pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. He could feel the hunger welling up inside of him…

"Damon…"

"Damon," Stefan said, breaking Damon's train of thought. "Do you know anywhere else she could have gone?"

"What?" Damon looked at the dark library and sighed. "Other than the theater, no. She didn't like to go out much. Being around too many people made her problem a little worse."

The snow around them was falling heavier and the temperature was dropping considerably. Damon was growing more worried by the minute, knowing that Cailee hadn't been dressed for a snowstorm. If they didn't find her soon, he didn't want to think about the consequences. And they'd already spent hours scouring the town with no sighting of her.

"Maybe she went back home," Stefan said, trying to be the optimist. "We didn't check back at your place."

"She thought it was a prison, there's no way she'd go back there," Damon muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets as he started walking again. "When is your little witch friend going to pinpoint Cailee's location."

"Give her time."

"We don't have time. Cailee's out there somewhere, probably lost and confused. Hell, I know she's confused. Every second that passes, I'm losing a little bit more of her to the sickness and to the cold…"

Stefan's phone rang and he checked the screen. "It's Elena. They've got a location."

Find me Damon. Find me…

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A/N: Short update, but that's what you get with writer's block. That evil little thing stole away my Damon muse and I don't know how to get him back. So, until then, please review and I'll see you in 2011. ~ Scarlet