Damon drove in silence. No windows down. No radio noise. Silence. The only thing that filled his head was his own inner voice. 21051. The voice repeated it incessantly. He was patient 21051. If the numbers meant what he had suspected he was part of this situation. By why? How? The Augustine Program was ended so many years ago that it seemed impossible for it to even be mentioned now.
Damon thought of his residency there. His stone cell. Iron bars that locked him in. The test tube full of blood each received every other day to stay alive. Damon was nearly always by himself in his quarters. He had one fellow prisoner stationed beside him, Lorenzo. Other vampires were held there too in other sections of the building, he could hear their screams of agony every now and then.
Whitmore College scientists held this obscene fascination for experimenting on vampires because of their regeneration abilities. What happened when things went too far for them to recreate? They died, got disposed of, renumbered, and replaced. Simple as that. Very few were rumored to have escaped the hell hole. Luckily for Damon, he did. With the help of fellow inmates he was able to escape, but to his demise, he was the only one to escape that day. If he could go back to his comrades and apologize, he wouldn't. Because of their "sacrifices", he got to live another 40+ years and meet Elena Gilbert. He wasn't sorry. They were dead, it's not like they could hold any grudges over him now anyways.
Still, the number puzzled him. Why would his number be included with those written so maliciously on her wall? Why her even? She had nothing to do with the Augustine program in the first place. Then it clicked. He remembered what Elena had said about her dream.
"Soon you can blame your father for this."
Damon swerved to the left and made a sharp U-turn. The bar would have to wait. He needed to get to Elena's house.
Super short filler chapter! Sorry! :) It was necessary background information.