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IX • THE CELL

nine. the cell

Augustine Basement Cellars

Rosie Kartwright weakly opens her big, blurry hazel eyes to see Wes injecting her left arm with vervain as she is vulnerably sitting in her cell, leaning against the old stone wall, while Damon watches them from his own cell next to her, also weak after he was injected with vervain first earlier.

"What are you doing to me?" The banshee/vampire hybrid questioned him.

"Vervain. To keep you calm." The young researcher simply answered.

"Why am I here, Wes?" She asked; so he can do experiments on her? Much like what Jesse went through against his will? No, she can't go through that. She can't feed onto other vampires like Damon, Stefan, her own friends.

"I lost a test subject last night, and either you or Damon's going to replace him. Or both." Wes reported as he walks out to close the gate of her cell. How the tables have turned for them, fortunately for him and his works.

Rosie watches weakly as Damon is sitting inside his own cell on the ground with his back leaning against the stone wall, just like her, and Wes turns to watch him as well, and writes more notes down from outside the gates, just like what he also did to the hazel-eyed banshee/vampire hybrid earlier.

The caramel brunette slowly shakes her head, "You don't have to do this." To experiment on them, even though it's his job for the 'greater good'.

"Yes, I do. As long as regular vampires still feed on human blood, I won't stop until the entire vampire race turns into cannibalism." Wes declared with determination, more so to protect himself and Aaron Whitmore.

"Just so you know, didn't end well for the last Augustines. You're inviting bad karma in by holding us here." Damon warned in a tired, annoyed tone, not the least bit fazed of his own well-being, considering he went through this before and he knows that Elena or Caroline might find them in the end.

"Is that what you told Dr. Whitmore?" Wes brought up with a calm tone.

Rosie stares ahead at Damon, who groans at the mention of that old name.

"Dr. Whitmore?" The banshee/vampire hybrid repeated curiously.

"Yep, Dr. Whitmore wasn't much for conversation. Much like you, Ken, he was all about the advancement of science, because vampire blood heals others and blood heals our body itself, that sort of thing. He knows vampires regenerate our internal organs, after he removed them." He said, which does nothing to dampen his weak best friend's arising anxiety.

Eliminating internal organs as a part of the experiment? How could Dr. Whitmore be so cruel? To watch the vampires heal by themselves anyway.