Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries, Beauty and The Beast or any of its characters. The Plot, however, is mine.
Chapter 1
He'd been standing in front of the house for minutes, brows creased and a concentrated expression on his face as he let his eyes wander around the dark place before sneaking inside through the door he had opened earlier. He was on a mission. The fingers of his right hand coiled even tighter around the cool, metal stele of the gun he was holding. He had been studying the house for approximately an hour now, and he was sure that the owner of the house, a woman, was upstairs, fast asleep. A little earlier she'd taken some medication and gone to bed sick. Drawing in a deep breath, he tried to relax. He always felt rather nervous at these times, and he couldn't help but notice the way his hand was trembling as he turned to close the door behind himself with the other. ''Concentrate.'' he muttered under his breath. He closed his eyes briefly before opening them again, quietly making his way upstairs.
Without making a single noise, Damon entered the woman's bedroom and stood still beside her bed, taking a moment to look around. The bedroom walls were painted a light shade of pink, a full-length mirror standing in the corner of the room almost entirely covered with pictures. Crouching down so he was on face level with her, he lifted his hand to brush the pads of his fingers over the woman's cheek in an almost endearing way, causing her to stir on the bed. Yet, she didn't wake up. A soft smile was gracing his features as he looked at the woman. She had short, black hair. Features still a little childlike. He leaned in, his face only mere inches away from hers as he murmured, "Sleep tight.." before pressing the barrel of the gun against her head and pulling the trigger.
He tilted his head a fraction as he studied the now dead woman, the question what she possibly could've done for someone to want her dead lingering in the back of his mind. Blood was trickling down her temple and beginning to form a bright red stain on the white, cotton sheets, the spot quickly growing with every passing second. He was pondering to himself what to do with the body as a loud knock resounded through the house, breaking his trail of thoughts. He stood still for a moment, listening carefully before another knock sounded and a faint, female voice called out. "Hello? Is everything alright there?" Damon cursed under his breath before hurrying to the window, glancing down to see a brown-haired woman stand on the porch who was currently reaching into her pocket and pulling out her phone.
Cursing once again, he hurried downstairs, his head snapping from the left to the right frantically as he searched for a way out. He couldn't go to the front door, that was for sure. Now he was thinking about it, he forgot to lock it too. If the woman standing outside was smart enough to try and open it, he'd be screwed to say the least. Being desperate and having no other option he made his way to the back door, holding his breath as he opened it quietly and slipped outside.
Catherine was walking down the hall towards her office when a voice stopped her. "Cat! Jackson wants us all in his office. Pronto." Tess said and motioned for Catherine to follow her and join the others at the other office. She frowned; asking herself what could be wrong this time. Could it have something to do with the murders that were following each other up so quickly? She put the documents she was holding on her desk and followed Tess to Jackson's office, joining the still growing circle of people already in the room.
She let her eyes wander around and was surprised that they were all there. This was serious business. "We've found new evidence on the case of our murderer." Jackson started. "We can call him a serial killer now. Almost every victim is murdered the same way. Though, he makes no difference between women or men. You are all going to focus on him, but Chandler and Vargas, I place you two on the case permanently." There were some complaints around but most people didn't really seem to bother much. "Now go back to your work. And you two ladies stay here. I need to talk to you about this killer." Jackson said, pointing at the two of them. Tess and Catherine took place on the chairs on the other side of Jackson's bureau and waited for him to get the papers he needed. "Any idea why I put you two on this case?" Jackson asked. "Of course. We are the best of your team." Tess joked. Jackson shook his head with a small grin on his lips and continued. "That may be a part of it. But I just know you two can work together very well and that you two can do this." Catherine rolled her eyes briefly, knowing very well that wasn't the reason. The main reason was that Jackson - who she absolutely had no interest in - had a crush on her. He'd never told her directly, but it was quite obvious, even to her colleagues. Not that it mattered. As long as he allowed her to do her job and paid her she couldn't care less.
Pushing the thought aside, Catherine bowed herself over the pictures, newspaper articles and pieces of text that Jackson had laid out in front of them. "So he doesn't really have different ways to kill his victims, but he also doesn't have a special sort of victim. Do you really think he's a serial killer?" Catherine asked and looked up at her boss with a raised eyebrow. "It looks quite like it." Jackson said. Catherine shook her head. "No. He's more an assassin to me. It's obvious he's not going after any special type of person. It doesn't matter if you're a woman or a man. Whether you're a good or a bad person. Rich or poor. He just kills everybody, because someone tells him to do it." Her boss was already shaking his head. "Of course not. This doesn't look like an assassin to me at all." "Well.." Tess spoke up suddenly. "I agree with Cat. I think he could be an assassin indeed. But I think we're going to find that out really soon." "Probably.'' Jackson agreed. ''Just focus on the information we have right now. I have a team meeting now, but if you find any new evidence that could lead to any idea who this killer is, just check in with me.''
Catherine nodded before gathering all the stuff and heading to her own office, Tess following her not far behind. "How are we going to handle this?" She asked once they were inside. Catherine pursed her lips and frowned. "Well I guess we have to wait for another victim. It's not something I like to do, but we don't have another choice. Because he doesn't have any special kind of victim we don't know when or where he is going to strike next time." She heard a phone ringing in the other room and a few seconds later, their boss came in. "He struck again. Chandler, Vargas, you two go with the investigation team. After that I want to know what you two think about this serial killer.. or whatever he is. And I want all the evidence we can find. Now go!" Both Catherine and Tess got up and took their guns off the desk. "Let's go, Tess. I want to be there earlier than the investigation team." Catherine said and headed outside.
A few minutes later, the vehicle Catherine and Tess were driving in stopped in front of the house with a screeching sound. She and Tess got out and hurried to the house. A few other cops were already standing outside. "Let's go inside to look if he's still there first." Catherine said and got her weapon. She heard that the others were following her into the building and that the woman who probably called 911 was talking to one of her colleagues. She opened the door and walked further into the building. She motioned for the others to go left and right downstairs while she and Tess were going upstairs. Checking the rooms, she noticed one door that was open just a crack, and she decided to take a look there. On the bed was a woman, her pillow red with blood. Her blood. Catherine made a face and called out for Tess, lowering her gun. "I guess it really is him who struck again."
Damon slipped out of the house and was about to go for a run when the sound of a female voice made him stop in the middle of his tracks. Thick brows narrowed and he turned on his heels, now facing the house, the weight of his head canted to one side. Her voice.. It had something that drew him back to the house. Something that made him want to get caught just so he could talk to the person the voice belonged to. He shook his head to clear his mind, slowly backing away. What was he thinking? This was ridiculous. He had to go. Fast.
"We are too late. He already fled the place." Catherine muttered. Her brows narrowed. She had the feeling she was being watched. Resting her hand on her gun, Catherine made her way over to the window, nudging the curtains out of the way to get a glimpse outside. Yet, there was no one to be seen. Shrugging the feeling off, she turned to face Tess. ''I think Evan can tell us more about her. Maybe he can find some DNA on her body that could give us a clue as to who our killer is.'' Tess said. ''Let's take a look around the house for anything suspicious.'' Catherine nodded and followed her partner. ''I have to tell you, our killer got balls.'' Tess said, and Catherine looked at her with raised eyebrows. ''What? He shot someone through the head in broad daylight.'' ''Yeah, that's true. Or he's just stupid and reckless.'' But while Catherine said those words, others began to form in her head. Or he just really knows what he's doing.