The Flight

The Morning After

Damon wakes up at around 8 o'clock in the morning. He feels someone pressing into his back, and soon realizes that the 'someone' is Elijah. He stares at the man beside him for what seems like hours. 
        "Hey," Elijah says. Damon hadn't know that Elijah woke up, so he was shocked when the other man spoke. "Hey," Damon responded. "We need to get up, people will be looking for you." Elijah nods at this comment. They both get out of bed and go take a shower (together of course).
           Before leaving, Elijah kisses Damon on the cheek, then says goodbye.

Three Hours Later

Damon's P.O.V
           Someone came to me with a letter from my nephew Joseph. He wants me to come home to talk to him. I haven't seen him in a long time. I wish someone in my family knew that we were vampires, but no one needs to know. Certainly not Joseph.
           I get to my old home and someone sticks a needle in my neck. IT BURNS! I turn and see my nephew. He knows I'm a vampire. How the hell does he know about vampires? "How could you d..." I see him smirking as I slowly drift into darkness.
         I wake up in a cell and see a brown haired man in the cell next to me. I haven't sat up yet so he doesn't know that I am awake. As soon as I sit up, he speaks to me.
          "Enzo," he nods his head as to introduce himself, "We are both stuck in hell." That's when it hit me. Elijah. Elijah doesn't know that someone took me. Elijah doesn't know that I'm not coming back for a while. Elijah doesn't know where I am. Elijah will think that I left him.
          "My name is Damon," I said, "What the hell is this place?"
         "This, my friend, is a torture palace. Cruel scientists and doctors cut us open and slice us apart in every way possible. They have no humanity, but they are human, and that's coming from a vampire. They have no good reason to do this to us. I have been stuck here for 85 years."
         "How will we stay alive without blood? There's got to be a least some way out of here!" I slam my head back against the wall in frustration. How am I supposed to get out of here? Will Elijah come and rescue me?
          I hear someone open a door and look up. The person is an older man, in his late 40s, bald, and surely stupid. "Prisoner 21051," I assume that is me, "you are coming with us." Oh shit.

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