Insanity

Locked Up

The next day Jerome woke up with a groan, looking around him and laughing at his surroundings. The small dungeon like cell in the basement of the Salvatore boarding house, he had grown used to it, being confined in there for weeks after his precious baby sister turned her humanity back on. It was no surprise to him that she would turn it off, it was also no surprise that she would eventually turn it back on. He had fun though, while the scooby gang were busy trying to stop her and bring back her old, petty, boring self they were too busy to stop him having fun. He created his own little underground circus, he always loved the circus, and then he blacked out Mystic Falls by cutting their power source. He went on a hilarious murder spree. He laughed loudly, the sound echoing throughout the boarding house and alerting the other two occupants that he was awake as he reminisced.

"Yoo-hoo Damon?? I know you're there. You gonna let me out?"

Damon stepped into his line of vision, looking through the bars, hissing "You're gonna stay here, you lunatic. You stabbed Bonnie, you're lucky Elena doesn't want you dead or I would have ripped your head off by now."

"Ha that's funny. You're so boring. I could cure you, you know? The best cure is the laughing cure after all."

Turning away Damon scoffed and walked back up the stairs, Jerome's taunting laugh following him. Bonnie met him at the top of the stairs, having just come back from her house after picking up her Grams grimoire and her teddy, Miss Cuddles. She shook her head, shivering at the demonic laugh before they left for the kitchen.

After having been in the stuffy cell for over 12 hours Jerome grew bored and hungry. He could hear annoying music being blasted from the room above him and he smirked when he heard footsteps come down the stone steps to his new home. Damon appearing with a cautious look before opening the cell door and placing a plate of pancakes and bourbon on the small wooden table next to Jerome who currently lay against the lumpy mattress with his eyes closed and a wide grin on his scarred lips. Even with it being like that for many months, Damon would never get used to the way Jerome's face now looked, the skin sewn back on. Blatant white scars surrounding his face, the aftermath of the only thing holding his face on being staples. He had blackness under his eyes, probably from the dead skin cells, a wide bloody, grin stretched across his cheeks and his ginger hair spiked up.

"Here. Quick summary, we're stuck in a repeating look of May 10th 1994, doomed to relive a solar eclipse forever. Good news, you wont have to worry about that though because you're gonna stay down here, permanently. Until we can figure out a way for Bon-Bon to get her magic back, we are trapped. Enjoy solitary. I'm sure you can always talk to the voices in your head." Damon said with humour, enjoying Jerome's suffering. He turned his back, walking out the room when Jerome lunged at him and started snickering. Using his vampiric speed he managed to get out and slam the door in Jerome's face, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Oh Day-Day I don't have voices in my head. I don't need anyone telling me what to do. And if you don't let me out, I'm gonna show you exactly what I'm capable of."

"Good luck with that." It was Damon's turn to laugh as he headed back upstairs to Bonnie, Jerome pouting and lying on the floor gazing at the ceiling.

A while later Damon heard Jerome scream, using his raspy voice, "YOUR PANCAKES SUCK!"

2 Months had passed and Jerome was pissed. They had kept him caged up like an animal for 2 months. 2 FREAKING MONTHS! Each day was the same for him, Damon would bring him pancakes, which were horrible, he would hear Damon and Bonnie arguing which entertained him, sometimes Bonnie would show up when she was desperate for any interaction other than Damon but she would soon leave once she realised Jerome was way worse. Bonnie had yet to gain her magic back, annoying Damon to no end and provoking Jerome to mock her. He could hear them arguing again, he laughed and relished in the release from his boredom. He paused mid laugh as he heard the front door creak open. He knew it was not Bonnie or Damon because they were still arguing and if they had left they would have slammed the door. So who was it? He tilted his head when he heard footsteps and grinned when they quickly retreated back out the door.

They had a stalker. How fun he thought? He curiously wondered if the mysterious person knew he was there. Probably not. He had not left the basement since he arrived.

Jerome was planning an escape plan. He was bored and decided he wanted out, he wanted some fun. He just had to wait until the perfect moment, the moment they let him out for any short period of time. Of course they let him use the bathroom and shower but that was all in the basement, he needed upstairs. He would convince them of his innocent act just like he had Elena and when they turned their backs he would slit their throats. It was a good plan.

Another 2 months had passed and Jerome was growing impatient, his plan was taking too long. They were not letting him out. He could hear Damon bouncing something of a wall from somewhere above him so he called out.

"Damon? DAMON! COME ON! YOU CANT KEEP ME LOCKED UP FOREVER! LOOK I swear I wont try and kill you again, just let me out. Its a bad idea to leave me alone for so long with only my thoughts to keep me company. They made that mistake in Arkham. Ha."

Damon rounded the corner to his cell, an unimpressed look on his brooding face, clearly losing hope if ever leaving this hell hole.

"I can keep you locked up forever and I will. This isn't Arkham. So just shut up already. Your non stop laughter is VERY grating!" Damon snarled stepping closer to the bars which Jerome currently leant his head against.

"I also haven't had fresh human blood in 4 months so I suggest you STOP ANNOYING ME BEFORE I DECIDE TO TAKE A SIP FROM YOU!"

"So serious. Hey, tell you what, try threatening me again but this time try it with a smile?" Jerome tilted his head down and grinned, the evil look back in his eyes.

Damon sneered, about to respond until Bonnies voice rang through the house.

"DAMON?! WHERE ARE YOU?" Bonnie came racing down the stairs, taking two at a time, newspaper clutched in hand.

Wheezing slightly, she looked at Damon alarmed, flinching when Jerome's glare landed on her.

"Are you messing with me? Do you think this is funny?!" She accused Damon angrily.

"What the hell are you taking about Bonnie?" Damon replied, finally shifting his gaze from Jerome.

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"Well look who finally got it. What's the problem?" Damon asked rolling his eyes as Jerome watched eagerly with wide excited eyes, wanting a fight, some entertainment.

"I didn't finish this Damon!"

"Well I didn't!" They both slowly turned their heads to Jerome who was leaning his tilted head against the steel bars, grin stretched farther than usual.

"Well-ha-it wasn't me! I've been trapped done here all this time. Hey, about that, when are you gonna let me out? I pinkie swear to not do anything psychotic."

"Well, if it wasn't me and if it wasn't one of you then there must be some one else here. We're not alone." Bonnie muttered, eyes widening in disbelief and hope.

Soon after their little revelation they once again left Jerome alone, he heard them leave so he assumed they went to stock up on food or something, he didn't really care.

His thoughts moved onto imagining all the ways he could kill them, trying to settle on the most inventive way for when he finally does gut them.

He must have been lost in his gory thoughts for a while as he was only snapped out of it when he heard Bonnie and Damon return. He hoped he would get to have some fun soon.

Meanwhile, Bonnie and Damon were tying an unconscious Kai to a chair in the main room by the fire place. Bonnie stood wary of the new person whilst Damon grabbed a fire poker and a bag of pork grinds, waiting for the guy to wake up.

They had no idea of the chaos that would be caused by bringing him back to the house, to the same place as Jerome Valeska Gilbert.