You Are My Life

You're a Vampire

~ Damon ~

"You know, brother, there is something familiar about that girl," Damon said.

Stefan glared at his brother. "She's not another one of your pawns, huh?" 

"Dupuis. I know that name." Damon looked off into the distance. Caroline caught his eye. "See you at home."

Before Stefan could reply, Damon had taken off after the blonde. He whisked her into the darkness. She struggled against his grip on her upper arm, but she couldn't break free. Finally, Damon had enough. She whipped around.

"She took it off, and I got flustered, okay?! I didn't know what to say. But I swear, okay? I did not tell her. I just told her that you didn't mean to hurt me." Fear filled Caroline's eyes.

Damon waltzed around her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "You make me crazy, you know that? It's okay. I forgive you."

"I swear I didn't say--"

"Shh, shh, shh. It's okay." Damon kissed Caroline's neck. "Unfortunately, I am so over you now." Damon bit down, hard.

After only draining a little bit, he felt his knees buckle. He crumpled to the ground with Caroline. 

"What the hell?" Damon voiced as he continued to fall with no control.

"You know, I couldn't spike your drink." Stefan walked into the moonlight. "So I spiked hers."

The world faded to black.

*****

Damon awoke in pain. The room around him was dark, but he could tell it was a cement cell. Stefan had thrown him into the dungeon below the Salvatore mansion. 

"Where is my ring?" Damon asked.

"You won't be needing it anymore," Stefan said from the little window in the door.

Damon groaned. "How long have I been here?" 

"Three days." 

"What are you doing?" Damon whined.

"During the dark ages when a vampire's actions threatened to expose or bring harm upon the entire race, they would face judgment. They sought to reeducate them rather than to punish them." Stefan spoke in a serious tone.

"You know what will happen if I don't..." Damon swallowed hard. "...feed on blood."

"You'll grow weaker and weaker. Eventually, you won't be able to move or speak. In a week your skin will desiccate, and you'll mummify. A living corpse. Unable to hurt anyone. Ever." Stefan didn't sound as confident as he seemed.

It became harder for Damon to speak. "So what, you're just going to leave me in the basement, forever?"

"I've injected you with enough vervain to keep you weak. Once your circulation stops, I'll move you to the family crypt." Stefan nodded his head. "Then in 50 years, we can reevaluate."

Damon chuckled weakly. "I'm stronger than you think."

"You always have been. But you're not stronger than the vervain. And we both know it." Stefan paused. "I'm sorry. Didn't have to be this way."