Hey guys! I am back with a new story. Basically, in this story Damon's going to be quite mentally challenged, due to being socially isolated. There is only one person he knows, and this person is not someone I would consider a genuine friend. In addition, he is also physically deformed, and he is often underestimated due to his state of mind. This is until a certain Elena Gilbert somehow enters his life...

PS: Damon's still a vampire, but you have been warned: It's not the Damon we are used to, due to his mental disability.

Would like to thank my friend ThroughMySoul44 for betaing as well as encouraging me to post this. Please support her stories, especially "Words Unspoken".

The story is Rated M.

I hope you like this short introduction chapter.

The sky was grey and it looked like it was going to rain at any moment. In the dark, the trees surrounding the isolated house stood like guards of some sort, but the man looking through the glass window knew that those guards weren't there to protect his premises. They were there to keep him from going outside into the real world.

Finally looking up to see his blurry reflection in the window, Damon's hand covered one side of his face. His mouth twisted in disgust as he poked the left side of his face repetitively like he always did, and just like every other day, he couldn't feel anything. That side of his face had long been dead. Exactly like every other day in his miserable existence, the feeling of numbness caused him great anger, and almost compulsively, he began to poke his face even harder until he was breathless.

There was a brief knock on the door, and even though it was a very soft knock, in the silence of Damon's house it seemed like it was the loudest and most startling noise in the world. Damon made a sound which was neither a growl nor a groan, but it was certainly a displeasing one. He had but one visitor, a young man who Damon never enjoyed talking to. Even so, he was the only contact Damon had with the outside world. Forced to go through the torture of answering the door, Damon always nervously opened the barrier just enough for him to hear Enzo. Habitually, the man hid himself in the shadows, making sure to never show anyone his face. It was better that way. On a rare occasion, Enzo had been the one who delivered the bloodbags but now, he always asked another person to put a month's supply of bloodbags on the last Friday of every month, and it had been that way for a long time now.

"How are you, Damon?" He asked from behind the door, but it was a stupid question, as Damon didn't know many words to answer. He did try at times, but his speech was barely recognizable, although he was not completely mute.

"Goo…" Damon attempted to say, but decided against it. He hated the way he sounded. He knew that everything about him was stupid.

"Are those diamonds I gave you kept in a safe place?" Enzo asked again, "You know that you cannot touch them, right? The vampire hunters will come after you if you do. As long as you don't touch them, I'll protect you from them. Knock twice if they are safe," Enzo continued as if he were talking to a baby.

Damon paused, and then knocked twice, firmly.

"I have another offer for you today," Enzo said in a soft tone. "You know that you owe me a lot."

He paused to wait for a reaction, but Damon did nothing.

"I know that you would never abandon a friend in a time of need," He said, a smirk written on his face, though Damon couldn't see the evil in it. "Knock twice if you want to help."

Again, Damon knocked twice.

"You see, Damon…I have a girl in my possession. She's a young girl actually, about seventeen years old. I want to bring her here to the mansion because I want her out of the picture for a while…You know, I want to keep her safe," Enzo lied, "I figured that it'd do good for both of you. It's only temporary, I will take her back when the time is right. What do you think?"

But before Enzo could even finish, Damon was already making sounds like that of a man in panic, shaking his hands and knocking things over as a sign of pure panic and refusal.

"Damon, it's only temporary!" Enzo called from behind the door, "You'll be doing me a favour."

Damon kept knocking things over.

Sudden realization finally hit Enzo. "She won't see you, Damon. I know that that's what you are worried about. Put her in the basement and just leave food for her outside the door. You won't have to talk to her or let her see you…if anything, it's better if you do not communicate with her at all. She comes from a mental asylum. Just help me out on this once, as a friend," Enzo said, knowing that those were the words that needed to be said to make Damon his puppet once more.

Enzo heard Damon sighing deeply, before he heard two more firm knocks.

"I'll bring her over tomorrow," Enzo said, careful to hide the immense trill in his voice. "Make sure you prepare a bed for her. That's all you need to do. I'll bring the other necessary needs tomorrow. I'll be disappearing for a while after that, so I'll leave everything in your hands. Thank you for your help. I'll show myself out-you know that you cannot leave the house. Monsters are out there and they will drag you to hell with them."

Damon shuddered in fear. Before he could leave, however, he unwillingly opened his mouth to speak. "Wait," He said in a very unclear accent.

"The girl…name," He struggled.

"Elena," Enzo replied with a sly grin. "Elena Gilbert."

What do you think? Should I give it a try or just scrap it?

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