#the-teacher-from-hell

  It was night, thankfully.

    He picked up the closest washcloth and washed the blood from his face. It was becoming hard already to get used to just having blood for a meal as opposed to actual food. Ric couldn’t be more excited for the sun to go behind the mountains of Virginia. He still wasn’t exactly sure how this change occurred, but he was now in an adapt to survive mode. He was a vampire, no longer a human, but now one of the night. The hunter came to the conclusion really quickly that he needed one of the nifty daylight rings, or any form of jewelry that he sees every other vampire carrying around. Damon and the Originals with their rings, lockets, etc. 

    He threw on his green jacket, stained with blood, then decided against wearing that coat - regardless of the piece’s favoritism in his wardrobe. Another jacket sat on top of the leather couch, but his eyes fled to the door, slightly turning the knob. Now that he was a vampire, he didn’t exactly need the jacket, so instead he grabbed his keys from the small table by the door. 

    Ric’s feet scuffled across the gravel-covered ground to move toward the Tahoe, unlocking it as he got closer. He slid into the driver’s seat and adjusted the mirror before sticking the key in the ignition and exiting the driveway. 

    Where else would he go? A drink would help curb the craving, something he learned from Damon. He slowly paced to the bar inside, nodding to the bartender as he sat down. Maybe bourbon would hopefully help his idea to get blood straight from the vein. 

Wes watched as the vampire move from the house to his car, starting up his own silently following behind him to The Grill. “Specimen 99337 appears to still be a creature of habit.” He noted into his recorder, watching the man’s actions from just outside the Grill in his own car, no parked just across the street. “Specimen appears to have just eaten yet to not be in control of all his senses. Will subdue with atomize vervain and a 4 cc injection to the neck if possible to subdue until Augustine processing. Full stop. ” He said clicking off the recorder.  

Watching the man in the bar took hours and he wondered if he drank this much in his human life. He would already have been out on the floor had he tried that much. Walking into the bar, he watched the vampire for a few moments before sliding into the stool beside him. “Good evening,” He said giving him a smile. He would test and see how drunk the man was, hopefully this would go easy and unnoticed. 

 Being a vampire, certainly fixed the urges of his need for alcohol, but it sure as hell didn’t eliminate it completely. It curved the craving, thankfully. The newly turned vampire also had a blood bag that got supplied to him in the Tahoe, which he probably should have snacked on the way over. He needed something to subdue or he would end up drinking a human straight out of the grill, and draining an innocent person was the last thing he wanted to do. Killing someone was completely out of the question for him. He took another drink, noting his amount. Wow, he’s became slightly intolerant to what he’s ingested. Getting drunk seemed to be out of the question with the new tolerance, perhaps tipsy, but nothing more. He tapped his fingers on the bar, showing his own signs of anticipation. 

  His eyes jumped to every corner of the grill, it was like his first time there. The new sounds, the smells, everything. He looked around like a curious puppy when he wasn’t drinking the bourbon in front of him. The new senses were yet to be desired, he didn’t exactly know how to control them yet or what he was capable of - but he was slowly starting to find out. The scents around him became plentiful, as if they were magnified by a thousand or more. Trying to ignore his surroundings was hard, so a sip from the drink took his thoughts elsewhere for a few moments before coming back to reality. His mind kept going to the bartender and the smell of her blood, getting the thoughts to leave was becoming more difficult. He took another sip when he noticed someone sitting beside of him. Ric side-eyed the other before speaking with a genuine, friendly smile. “Evening.”Good thing it was that seat, or he’d have to say it was taken

Wes smiled at the man and ordered a gin and tonic. He wasn’t a drinker, not even by a long shot, in fact he had never actually drank in his life but who comes to sit at a bar and doesn’t order something. Turning to look at the vampire again he gave him another friendly smile.

"What brings you out here tonight?" He asked, hoping he could get the man to talk. If he could get him to talk he could get him to let his guard down and he would be able to help him to his car with the assistance of his vervain. Hopefully sooner rather than later judging from the smell of bourbon coming off of him.

Ric got approached sometimes, but it wasn’t usually by people he’d never met before, unless he was drunk and really wanted to take someone home - but that was most of the time, highly unlikely. The hunter looked to the other, trying to recover in his thoughts if he’d met the man in front of him before.

He kept his eyes on him, taking another drink before responding to his question. “I’m generally here on a Friday night. Makes me think about the day job less,” he shrugged, pushing his drink forward on the counter. He pulled out his phone, looking at the time. “Wow, I’ve been here a while. I should get going soon..”

Wes nodded as he looked at him, checking the time. “What’s the day job?” He asked, making conversation, giving the man another charming smile as he took a sip of his own drink, barley keeping himself from spitting it across the counter as his stung his throat and mouth. That was terrible and how anyone did it was beyond him. Slipping his hand into his jacket pocket he opened tugged off the orange cap on the small syringe he was caring. The man was close enough he could get a got poke in. There was enough serum to know him down and get him out to the car before the bar tender would be back.

Glancing in the mirror above the bar, he watched as the last couple in the back left, leaving only them, the bartender, who looked to be cleaning and closing crew and a couple playing pool, who looked drunker than the man beside him. Moving quickly he stood, slipping the needle into the man’s arm beside him. “I agree, we should be going.” He said stepping behind the man to catch his body, slipping a vervain covered rag over his mouth. This was proving even easier than using the atomized stuff.

  He looked to the other man, gracing his eyes. Damn was he curious, usually he didn’t care to answer those questions, but still. “I teach at Mystic Falls High, get to put up with kids five days a week,” he commented, addressing his question directly. It took him a second to realize the bartender had dropped his ticket off, he dug into his wallet to find the little bit of cash that he carried with him and stuck it in the jar in front of him. He signed his name like usual, most of the time he’d sign it as a movie character to make it interesting when they went through the checks. He also left a small tip on the card to add to the bit of cash he gave the bartender, she deserved more than that for putting up with him.  The check was slid forward and he dropped the pen back in the little cup of pins.

 The hunter peered down to his phone, he had a text from Jeremy. If it was one person other than Damon that had been with him through this whole damn situation, it was him. He slowly slid his finger over the touchscreen, damn cell phones were hard as hell to type on. Told him he’d be on his way in a bit, the Gilbert boy knew where he was, wasn’t exactly abnormal. But now, he needed sustenance, and the only thing nearby was the blood bag in his Tahoe. He nodded to the other man, watching him get up and Ric started to slide off the barstool when he felt a needle go into his arm. His eyes widened for a few seconds in shock, trying to understand why it was happening and then he felt a burning sensation. Vervain. He’d been a hunter long enough to know what it was and how it affected a vampire. “The hell,” he muttered, trying to get a move on him without causing a scene, but as a baby vampire - it was hard. He felt his body going limp, it went fast. He should’ve started sipping vervain sooner. He bit into the rag, trying to spit it out, and all it did was burn on the inside - Ric could feel himself turning a little weaker. It also didn’t help that he hadn’t fed since about midday, constituting what he was saving the blood bag for. 

He could feel the vampire weakening against him, slowly slipping into unconsciousness as the vervain ran through his system. Taking a look around as he slipped the rag from his mouth, he was glad to see that they were still alone. Tugging the man out of the Grill he opened the back door of his car, pushing him in moving around the driver’s side. Grabbing a second needle from the visor he reached back over the seat pulling the vampire’s arm forwards into the consol slipping the new needle in his arm. Three cc’s was more than enough combined with the one in his system to get him back to Whitmore.

***

“Specimen appears to be coming around six hours after release. Specimen 99337 is currently being logged and prepped for intake.” He spoke into his recorder before clicking it off, slipping it into his pocket. Reaching out he slipped on a pair of black gloves taking his scissors in his hand, turning to the vampire strapped to the table. “Are you awake?” He asked cutting the material of his shirt from his body. 

Ric felt the other man’s arms grabbing his, he almost started to feel slight paralysis in his upper body. The hunter fought back for a few seconds, attempting to shake himself from the hold  until the pain was starting to become a little unbearable. He should’ve known something like this was going to happen eventually, should’ve taken Damon’s approach and sipped a bit every day. His eyes darted around the Grill, looking for any sign of life that would even think it would look like he was being kidnapped - no one, this guy had obviously done it before. As soon as the door was open to the grill and he passed his Tahoe, he was gone, unconscious.

——

The hunter woke up and attempted to move, nothing. His eyes were still shut. He tugged weakly at what he felt were bindings all around before finally opening his hues to view his surroundings. When he looked up, he saw a man. He saw the man he was having drinks with at the Grill, and now he knew he was slightly tricked by his polite demeanor to let his guard down. Ric tilted his head towards his chest when he felt the bits of dehydration hit him. “What the hell,” he spoke as his eyes watched the other cut the material from his body. “I think I deserve an explanation,” said Ric as he clenched his fists, until pain shot back through his system from the vervain.

Wes watched as the man slowly woke up, blue eyes taking in his face before turning back to the job at hand as he pulled the material from around him, tossing in the disposal bin to his side. “I never stated I wouldn’t give you one.” He answered calmly as he undid the belt from the man’s pants, slipping it from the loops, placing it in the garage as well. “My name is Dr. Maxfield, I run the laboratory of the Whitmore branch of Augustine, a project that has been running for years. We specialize in vampires and the supernatural, we are a research group put together to find out what you all can do to help us. You of course are aware of what your blood can do for the healing of humans.” He explained.

Black latex fingers made quick work of the man’s pants, slicing them down the side, before pulling them from his body. “You have been taken into the project and will be known as Specimen 99337, currently we are in the process of intake, you will be stripped, searched for weapons, any will be confiscated. Next we will catalog any marks, scars, abrasions or sores to make sure that they don’t get worse or change, as you know they shouldn’t in your time with us. You will be fitted with a bracelet with your identification and injected with a  vervain solution to return your body to a more human state. You will then be cleaned, assigned a cell and given your provisions.” He said cutting down the side of his boxers before stripping him of them, tossing them in the trash with the rest of his clothing.

"Do you have any questions before we start Mr.?" He asked, pulling out his stool and the man’s chart as he took a seat to get a few of the questions out of the way, clicking his recorder to life.

His hues looked around the room, appearing perplexed about the whole thing, as he should be. He usually didn’t mind being stripped, but this appeared to be the opposite of one of the situations he wouldn’t mind. “You’re too polite for my own comfort,” he muttered, stating what he felt to be a fact.  He nodded, listening to the man talk. Just thinking about vampire research made him think of Isobel, which wasn’t who he wanted to think of right now. Ric bit his lip upon watching the other make quick work of his clothing, not liking where this was going at all. “Obviously, yes, comes with the territory of being a hunter.”

  Feeling uneasy was an understatement as his eyes looked around the room and then back to the doctor, the more he spoke, the less better he felt. “Taken into a project that I haven’t given consent to, gotcha.” When he pulled the pants from his body, a small noise was heard that sounded like metal. The hunter then watched the two knives he had in his pocket hit the floor. Ric’s head remained tilted downward, confusion still gracing his features even though the other was offering an explanation. “Confiscated so I can’t escape,” he mumbled into the table as he looked to the side. As he kept listening, it just kept getting worse. The man tried to make it sound like there were no strings attached in this deal, injection and then assigned a cell? Almost sounds like a vampire holocaust to him. “Assigned a cell?” he addressed. “This doesn’t seem all roses and daisies to me, even though your sales pitch makes it seem that way.”

  “I have a lot, but I think I’ll save them. My main one being why me? Two, how long do you plan on keeping my ass here?”

Wes smiled as he looked up at the vampire, he was by far the most lively and talkative specimen that he had ever had. It was something that he appreciated in a way. He always enjoyed when he could talk about his research even if it was only to his specimens. “ You were chosen because you are a vampire and you will stay as long as Augustine feels a need for you.” He explained as he made a few notes on his chart.

Standing up he pulled his recorder from his pocket, flipping it to record, setting it on the table as he moved to the man’s arms, gloved fingers working over his skin, checking for anything out of the ordinary. He was covered in scars and he could tell he had been in quiet a few fights.

Continuing his search up his arms, into his hair and over his chest he found a few more, shocked at the sheer number of them on his body. “Can I ask what you did before you were turned into a vampire?” He asked as he ran his fingers through his hair, searching for any weapons.

 ”Chosen, that’s how you put it.” His eyes rolled and then scattered to every corner of the room, judging every square inch of the room just thinking of a way to escape, or even how he would get a hold of anyone to even get out of there “I guess that means no time soon then,” he responded, sarcasm filling his tone. He looked to the ceiling, taking a deep breath. He was starting to feel that he hadn’t fed and it was slowly caving in on his thoughts, it was more than noticeable in his eyes as he fought away the veins. 

He tried to pull one more time before he decided to talk again, the other’s piercing silence for the moment killing nerves. Ric’s hues followed Maxfield’s movements, feeling even more uneasy than before. If he could sweat, he’d be doing it right now. “How in the world have you all managed to get away with this bullshit?” 

His eyes followed the latex gloves that touched every inch of his physique, biting his lip at the mere idea. Experimentation on vampires was one of the most medieval ideas he’d ever heard of.  “Pretty sure I told you about my day job when we we’re shootin’ the breeze at the Grill before you decided to kidnap me.” When the finger touched behind his ear, he found another one of his knives. “Dammit,” he muttered under his breath, that being his last knife.

Wes watched as the small knife fell to the ground. “I wasn’t aware that schools were this dangerous. I never felt the need to carry so many knives myself.” He commented as he kicked the knife over to the side with the others. He had never in all his time of searching someone found this many weapons.

Moving to his desk he made a note on his chart before moving down towards his lower half. “I am almost afraid to ask, should I be worried what the rest of your body if hiding from me.” He commented, fingers tracing down the man’s leg, searching between each toe as he got to his feet, he wasn’t sure there was anywhere this man couldn’t hide a knife. Working up his thighs he catalog a few more scars as he spread his legs out on the table. Reaching out he searched his dick, lifting the member to look under it, thoroughly searching his balls before moving lower, pressing one finger inside his anus.

To be honest he was shocked, he had thought the man would be more weaponed up, he was glad he wasn’t. Moving back up to his side, he replaced his gloves. “Subject 99337 is now clear of all weapons. Scars have been cataloged on chart, we will now begin the humanizing process.” He spoke to his recorder before moving over to pull over the dialysis machine. “Do you have any further questions at this time?” He asked looking down at the vampire as he worked open the container holding the tubing and needles he would need. 

  Ric laughed, he was slightly amused at the other’s questioning of the school. In a town surrounded by the supernatural, of course you’ve got to carry that many knives on you. Hell, you never know. “Schools are a little more dangerous than they used to be, if you would’ve listened to me earlier, you’d know why I carry that many knives.”

  When he moved away for a second, Ric tugged again, trying to figure out any way possible to get his ass off that damn table. The other’s words echoed through his ears, side eyeing him as he made his way back. “Can’t exactly fit a crossbow down my pants, trust me, if I could I would.” His discomfort probably amused the other, but he couldn’t help but not hide his immediate discomfort, he was more thorough than his actual doctor. “Didn’t get the memo we were that close,” he huffed, eyes slanting.

  The hunter turned his eyes to the tile on the floor, keeping his gaze away from Maxfield. He felt it again, the thirst for blood. Trying to hide it was nearly impossible, he could feel it coming. Even if he was to escape, he knew good and well the nourishment in front of him would be literally bathed in vervain and there was no point. Ric could feel it, the veins appearing around his eyes were shown in the small reflection of a nearby mirror on the counter. When the other mentioned questions, he obviously had a few more. “First, you didn’t answer my first question but I’m willing to shove that aside. Two, ‘as long as August …whatever’ has a purpose? The hell does that entail? Days? Months? ..Years.” The last bit was mumbled as he tugged on what was keeping him to the table again. “How uninteresting do I have to make myself for you to let me go?” After he spoke, he shut himself off. His knew his statement would draw attention, as to if there were a million more things to his story. Ric paused, letting his words go through his mind one more time. “And humanization, what the hell?” he spoke almost into the table, keeping his eyes in the other direction for now.

  "We had one of our previous vampires for seventy years before he was released." He answered Alaric’s question. "Does that give you some idea of what you are in for. I could give you a rundown of all the test that I plan on doing if you would like." He offered as he worked. Slipping open the package he hooked the tub and the blood bag into the machine before taking the man’s arm, moving it to the side, strapping it down at the wrist again.

"What we do here is research the vampire body, the blood and everything that you all have in order to find cures for human disease that go untreatable, live diseases, cancers diabetes, add and such. As well, a new cloning experiment has been researched and is under way. You will be used to help with all of the above as long as you are needed." He said slipping the long needle into his arm, watching as the blood welled up in it, taping it down he turned on the machine, before moving to his other side. "You may find this hurts a little bit." He said slipping the second needle in his other arm, taping it down before hooking it to a vervain drip.

Tossing the trash in the rubbish bin with the rest of Alaric’s clothes and effects, he pulled out his stool and his file. “Do you think you can answer a few questions?” He asked picking up the man’s wallet checking out his ID. “Mr. Saltzman.” He stated before tossing it in the trash as well. 

He tilted his head back, eyes widened as he took a deep breath that he didn’t necessarily need. “That’s not exactly promising,” he responded, quirking a brow, his face looming with disappointment at a comment like that. “That just sounds like it would make it worse, I’d rather you not, honestly.” His eyes followed the blood, trying not to act halfway like a bloodthirsty monster, regardless of his fangs that love to appear and retract upon a single scent. Ric’s face continued to turn angrier at every turn, he had shit to do. He didn’t have time for this.

Ric listened as the other continued to talk about his work. Maxfield was passionate, and that alone, scared him a tad. “Yeah, research by kidnapping vampires against their will, I’ve gathered that much.” The idea of the blood he saw was nice, but how long would that actually hold him? The man doesn’t appear to be the type to just give him blood when he wants it, even though he makes it sound like it’s as nice as skipping through a field of flowers. He tried pulling his arm away from the machine, he shut himself down a few seconds into it by the strap to his wrist. “A bit?” he remarked, looking at it for a few seconds trying to determine the content. A few minutes later, it’s apparent. “Vervain? You’re definitely making sure I stay. Wish it didn’t feel it, used to have that shit every day for years before I died for the final time.”

The hunter rolled his eyes as he watched the other grab his wallet, and how quick he tossed it into the trash only made it set in that he was going to be there for a while. “Need that, dammit.”  If he was going to escape, he’d need that. “I guess,” he chortled, sarcasm filling his voice.

Wes turned blue eyes to the man a smile playing on his lips. “You won’t be needing that, more than likely ever again.” He answered, filling out the information on his chart. “With the funding from the military on their new super soldiers we have heightened the security here at Augustine. You will find escaping is not an option anymore.” He added.

Moving to sit at his stool, he set the chart a side pulling out his recorder. “Alaric Saltzman has been assigned number 99337, the color green and assigned to cell 4. His band will be filled with 4 cc’s of vervain. Humanization process is currently underway and bracelet is being attached. Full Stop” He said clicking off the recorder, moving it to the side.

Reaching out he undid the man’s right arm from its current restraint, pulling out the arm of the table before strapping him back down. “You will find this hurts do to the vervain in your system but will still heal rather quickly as you are not too far into the process.” He explained as he tugged a smaller rolling tray closer to him. Removing the blue sheet from over the supplies, he reached out opening the package containing a thick metal band with an illuminated number glowing in green led lights set into it. Grabbing the scalpel, he turned to the vampires arm, placing an incision down the center between the ulna and radius in his wrist. 

  He quirked a brow, fingers tapping against the table in annoyance. “The more questions you answer the more pissed off I tend to get.” The hunter tilted his head as the other spoke, biting his lip before he answered. He didn’t have time for this shit, he had Jeremy and Elena to take care of. “Just because you heighten security doesn’t mean an escape won’t be tried.”

  His anger was rising, but he knew if there was any way for him to get off that table, the man was probably armed with an arsenal and the highest vervain amount to boot. He’d have to think this one through quite well to even think about escaping. “Assigned for a short amount of time,” he mumbled sarcastically under his breath, he was determined. “—Do you have to say every damn thing into that recorder?” Ric decided the first thing he’s going to do was smash it when he escaped. 

  Ric tried to pull his arm away from Maxfield when he undid the restraint, trying to get the other’s arms with his nails, the disappointment loomed in his expression when it was strapped back down so quickly. “Anything hurts with vervain in my system, captain obvious.” Process, he thought. What would he be like after two days there? His eyes looked over to watch the other’s movements. When he viewed the other unpackage the band, something tightened up in his chest, he knew he was in it for the long haul if he didn’t make way soon. He made a fist when the other grabbed the scalpel, expressing his anger. The hunter bit his lip, face tensing up in imminent discomfort at the cut.

Wes proceeded with the task at hand ignoring the comments from the vampire on the table. He was good at it, he had worked with then for years. If he could sit through Katherine than he could make it through this one. Slicing through the skin he was happy to find the vampire didn’t bleed as much due to the machine pulling it from his body, he always wasn’t healing as fast, go to see the process was working.

Pressing the scalpel deeper he continued slicing through the muscles before turning his wrist over, mimicking the slice on the other side, meeting in the middle. Setting the scalpel down him picked up the wrist band tearing open the packaging. Quickly programming his number, he undid the screw on the left side of it pulling out the pin. Turning his wrist back over his slipped the metal center column through the incision before closing the band around his wrist. Picking up the vervain he filled the bracelet, sliding in the pin and screwing it closed. Once locked it could not be undone, any tampering with it would break the center column releasing the vervain, enough to knock out a full grown vampire for two hours.

“Grabbing his chart he made a few more notes before grabbing another needle. “How are you feeling?” He asked, checking he blood and vervain levels. 

 He huffed, groaning for a second. The hunter rolled his eyes, Wes ignoring him was about like Damon ignoring him. Usually the other would only hear about every other word, which was probably accurate for the doctor at the moment. He bit his bottom lip hard, nose scrunching up as he felt the needle move, it made him ten times more uncomfortable. A small grunt of pain left his lips, showing his immediate discomfort. 

  With the first slight prick of the needle, the hunter’s eyes turned in anger and by instinct - an attempt to protect himself. Hell, the hunter didn’t like getting his blood taken when he was alive, a scalpel going through his skin without any anesthesia, even with his vampire healing abilities it hurt like a bitch. He felt a dull, driving pain in his arm. Ric opened his eyes to see the other set the scalpel down, was that part over? Doubtful. He fought the other turning his wrist back over by trying to knock his hand away, an unsuccessful attempt. He moved his arm around once his hands moved away for a second, already not liking the attachment, it was like a blanket permanently glued to a child.

  Ric rolled his head to the side, glaring at the other. “How in the hell do you think I feel?” he retorted sarcastically. “Honestly.”

No wonder the whole of Mystic Falls liked this man, he was just charming, not. Shaking his head, he made a few more notes on his chart before setting it aside. Reaching over, he unfastened the strap on his left hand letting him have it free. “I need you to sign this.” He instructed dropping the chart and a pin onto the man’s chest. He would be too weak from the vervain in his system to really fight, he could try and if he did he would activate his bracelet, flooding his system with more of the drug, he would be out in seconds.

Moving to the vampire’s other side he untapped the needle from his arm slipping it out a few drops of the clear vervain leaking onto his skin, sizzling softly. Tossing the bag and the needle away, he stepped back a few steps watching the man. “Once you sign I will remove your straps and the needle in your other arm. We will collect a few samples and then we are going to inject you with a virus. You will be assigned a cell and your provisions.” He explained as he moved over to a cabinet pulling out the necessities that the government insisted were assigned to each specimen.

When he felt his hand go free, he clenched his fist, feeling how weak he truly was. Almost felt like the time he got stuck in the hospital for dehydration, only ten times worse. He contemplated going for the other man’s throat with his hand, but how far would he get with just one hand? “…You ask my consent after you stick needles in my arms? And if I don’t?” he tilted his head, biting his lip and holding the provided pen. He started to sign, but stopped for a second, only ‘Ala’ being present.

His hues followed the doctor, locked on the needle in his other arm. The eyes drooped, following the drops to his skin. He scrunched his nose and closed his eyes in obvious discomfort. “…What the hell kind of a virus are you thinking about injecting me with?” He rolled his eyes, only thinking of the possibilities the asshole across from him could come up with. Ric pursed his lips, only thinking about the night to come as he walked to the cabinet.

Wes finished pulling out the things he would be given for his cell as he looked over at him. “Alzheimer’s” He offered. “We were able to locate the cells that caused it and create a virus from it; they will be injected into the base of your brain. In the next few weeks you will be monitored and once you progress into the late stages we will began treatment.” He explained as he walked over.

“Can you finish signing please so we may get you dressed.” He added a note of impatience to his voice. He had other specimens and research to be done. Walking around him, he said his bag of things at his feet grabbing a needle off the table filled with a murky white fluid, taking the chart and pen from him regardless of him not finishing his name. For a teacher he really didn’t seem the smartest. A simple task such as signing his name and he couldn’t complete it. Maybe he was the wrong candidate for Alzheimer’s treatment after all. 

Reaching out he pressed his head to the side, slipping the syringe into the base of his skull, into his brain. Pushing the plunger he slowly released the cells into the history teacher.  

“So you think it’s okay to just inject people with serious diseases? What part of your mind even begins to tell you that it’s an alright idea?” He continued to wonder how Augustine gets away with this bullshit, especially …for years if what he says is true, then again, he wasn’t exactly about to trust the doctor with anything. “—-How will I progress in the late stages if I heal…..?” he questioned quietly, feeling himself growing weaker every second, not even having a massive desire to fight back.

He bit his lip, eyes closing for a few seconds. “Like I want to sign that bullshit.” Ric’s hues shot back open, scanning his surroundings to find him holding the syringe. It wasn’t looking good at all, even with the one out of his arm, the vervain still flowed through his system like a raging wildfire in the summer. If sweat could pour from his forehead, it would be more than present. You could see the discomfort in his expression, the slowly dying desire to fight.

A small fire still remained as he tried to move his head every which way to get away from the needle, but Maxfield appeared to be slightly stronger than him in his weakened state, making it easier for his fight to be lessened.  His face tightened, nose scrunching as his eyes shut, pain flooding through his body. What started off as a dull pain continued for a few moments as he felt the cells enter his body.

He could see the man getting weaker, the fact that he couldn’t even fight him when he gave him his shot spoke volumes as did the look of pain that kept crossing his features. Tossing the syringe in the trash he moved over to his feet undoing the rest of the straps so that he could get up.”Here” He said offering him the green scrubs he had picked out for him. “I am going to finish up some notes while you dress.” He added, pulling out his chart once again, making notations on what he had been given.

"I know you can’t begin to understand it but what we do here isn’t to punish you for being a monster. What we do is take what you all seem unwilling to give to make your food sources last longer. you would do it to. Being knew I am sure this is something you can understand. Humans aren’t invincible Alaric as your body very well indicates. You have a chance here, to help us in the revolution of curing Alzheimer’s. From saving some poor family of having their loved one not even remember their name." He said as he moved over to the other side of the room filing away his chart.

"As you progress and the disease grows in your brain we will give you weekly tests, simple things, your name, birthday, age, favorite food, simple dates from history and things such as that.  We will monitor your progress from there, once you have progressed into the late stages, we will begin the treatment. If it works you should be cured if not we will revamp and test again. If it fails, you will be given enough blood that your vampire healing takes over. You should regain all of your memories at that point and even have some time off.” He said, collecting the rest of his things, handing them to him. “This way.” He added, gesturing to the door to the middle of the room.

The hunter hated it, he absolutely hated it. Normally being weak wasn’t a problem, he could just push himself right back, he hated it being different. The disgust at himself was apparent, but more so at the other causing the pain. It still shot through him, now like more of a duller flame than before. He turned his head to the side, gritting his teeth together. A few seconds later, his eyes looked back to the doctor. It took a lot of effort for him to pull himself up, he felt as if he had literal weight on his shoulders on top of the internal pain just to add more fuel to the ongoing fire. The normal process of pulling on clothes took a few seconds, he was a little slower than normal after all at slipping on clothes. It took everything in him to not attack the man in front of him, but his eyes looking on the bracelet on his arm stopped him that time. “Taking everything in me not to rip you in half right now,” he muttered under his breath to make himself feel a little better.

He tilted his head, biting his lip as he looked to the other. “Punish me for being a monster? That’s cute. That would require me being a monster to begin with, not all of us are,” he interrupted, letting the other ramble about his cause, which he knew he was bound to hear again in the next few hours, days, months. “—And yet I didn’t want to really help to begin with.” He looked down to his stomach, viewing all the scars from the past hunts, a few of them notably from Damon.

Ric rolled his eyes, continuing to listen to the other talk, much to his dismay. He hated the idea more with every passing second, just because he gave the idea a wonderful sales pitch didn’t mean he liked it, this guy would make an excellent used car salesman. “So you’re just going to have a blast giving me diseases? Wonderful,” the last part was mumbled, not exactly keen on listening to the other. When he received his things, his thought process changed. If he was going to escape, it would be now that he has his limbs returned, but in his weakened state, he was concerned on how well this would work. Not even thinking, he dropped his items and attempted to lunge at the other, in his weakened state - it was rather sloppily, fangs bared going for the other’s upper shoulder regions.

Wes caught the movement of the vampire as he dropped the things, he wasn’t that weak that he couldn’t hold a few scrubs, shoes and toiletries. he knew the attack was coming before the vampire even had a chance to bare his fangs. Side stepping him he watched as the vampire stumbled and fell to the floor. Slipping a needle from his lap coat he moved to kneel, knee in the center of the vampires shoulder blades, needle opened and slipped inside his neck within seconds.

He had the advantage here, the vampire was weak, full on vervain and lacking in blood, it wouldn’t be much of a fight and if all else failed he still had his bracelet he could activate with in a nano second. One press of a button. “Now you can get up and walk to your cell  without attacking me, Mr. Saltzman or I can press the plunger on this and you will be out within seconds and while I don’t want to drag you through the labs to your cell. I gladly will.” he explained, waiting for an answer or movement from the monster beneath him.

Attacking Wes was his only form of defense, he wanted out of there, and he wanted out now.  He was for sure he had the other, arms going to clasp around him, and then the other stepped away. It wasn’t easy for him to try and catch himself, especially in his weakened state. The former hunter tried to pick himself up quickly, but before he could try and get up, he felt a knee in his back. A scowl formed on his face and a growl came from his lips as he felt the needle move into his neck, his fangs remaining prominent by vampire instinct.

His weakness was increasing by the second, feeling the dehydration of barely any blood in his system, he was thirsty. Ric tried moving his head, but with the needle in his neck, it was impossible. He wiggled around from the neck down, trying to get the other off of him. The doctor was built, just like him, and in Ric’s weakened state Elena when she was human could take him in a fight and win. Anger formed on his expression as he faced the concrete beneath him as the other spoke. Pausing for a few moments before answering, he just him off. “Fine, just get the hell off me.”

Wes grinned as the vampire under him submitted, telling him that he would be good and asking him to get off. Slipping the needle from his neck he push the cap back on it, moving to stand beside the door, holding it open for the vampire as he waited for him to collect his things. “Next time you will find your bracelet going off and your body flooded with an overdose of vervain. It will not be comfortable for you and it will take me less than a micro second to set it off. I would advise against it.” He offered as he waited for the vampire to collect his things and get up.

He had truly expected more fight from him in the beginning, now seemed a little late to be trying anything but to each their own. He was only a history teacher and a fledgling vampire. He couldn’t expect too much. “Who made you?” He asked, blue eyes watching the vampire closely, for any more signs of an attack.

He bit his lip when he admitted defeat, the hunter didn’t want to know the expression that probably appeared on the asshole’s face when he cooperated, just the idea alone made him shiver. This guy was an over-qualified ass-wipe. Ric closed his eyes when he felt the needle come out from his neck, this guy had the advantage. Even as a hunter, being this weak made it hard to find get the odds in his favor. “Yeah, yeah,” he replied, letting sarcasm coat his words. He was already tired of hearing the other talk, and he’d only been there for a few hours now. Everything was picked up slowly, as slow as he could muster.

Next time, he was going to keep the items in his arms when he moved to attack him, hoping it would draw more of a facade to catch the other off guard. The vampire wanted to try one more time. He paced towards the door, keeping quiet for the moment. Ric kept walking even when the doctor spoke again, “like that’s important enough for me to tell you.” As they walked through the labs and toward his cell, slight anxiety started hitting the hunter. He was stuck here. Stuck. His hues witnessing the cell, it hit him. He shoved Wes to the side with his right arm, going to the nearby bars, hand stuck on his chest now. “I will not be trapped here,” he scowled, moving to bite the other’s shoulder and pull on his wrist, stumbling to even get close.

Wes moved as he saw the vampire coming at him again, hand on the trigger for the bracelet in an instant. He could hear the soft beep as it registered then the groan from the vampire followed by the silence as he collapsed to the ground. He was shocked he had even tested it. Had he not told him he would. He had watched him put the bracelet on him, watched him fill it with vervain, the teacher really couldn’t be stupid enough not to realize what was being done.

Leaning down, he curled his fist into the material of the scrub shirt dragging the teacher into the room, before leaving only to return with his things. He didn’t bother with fixing his shirt or putting him on the bed, he didn’t even bother with more than tossing his stuff on the bed, the blanket slipping halfway to the floor. The man was a monster and he had proved it now twice, was he supposed to feel any remorse for him, he didn’t think so.