The Never-Ending Search
Elena had been driving for an hour every single day for a week to see Damon about the current case. And every single time, not only his beauty mesmerized her but also by his intelligence.
There was a reason he wanted to be called Dr. Damon Salvatore by anyone other than Elena. His extreme expertise in getting inside a killer's head was absolutely astounding. Then again he was...had been...is a killer himself.
On the Friday of the week, Elena was looking forward to seeing her girlfriends for the first time in a long time. She had the whole weekend ahead of her, but duty called first-seeing Damon one last time before the break.
"Ah, Elena. Nice to see you again for the millionth time this week. These daily visits are beginning to feel suspicious to me," Brady Chilton greeted her as she walked through the front door of the asylum.
Elena's uneven smile broke through, much to her unpleasant surprise in seeing Dr. Chilton. She knew he found her attractive but….ew.
"Nice to see you sir. I'm here to visit-"
"Salvatore again, I know. You've been to see him for the past 4 days. You know what Miss Gilbert? I'm beginning to think there is something going on between you and Dr. Salvatore-the animalistic killer," Brady smiled lewdly at her.
Elena didn't answer him-she just wanted to get down to the basement and quickly. And she never thought she would say that in her lifetime.
Before she could walk down the hallway, Brady cornered her against the wall. She tried pushing him away but he wouldn't budge.
"You're pretty dedicated to your work, aren't you agent Gilbert? Well I can think of other areas you would be good at…" he sneered at her.
No matter how revolted and scared she was, Elena refused to show it. Without another word, she pushed her way through Brady's arms and marched down the hallway.
The walk seemed longer than usual. Her thoughts were all over the place-the current case, this dismal place, what just happened and then, there was Damon. No matter how hard she tried, he had gotten under her skin.
It was giving her the chills every time she thought about it.
After going through the motions with Tony and Ernie, she walked past the other prisoners and reached the last cell.
Damon was reading what looked like a newspaper. He didn't even look up, but she knew he heard her.
"We have a problem Elena. And when I say problem, I mean global crisis." He looked up and gave her a grave expression.
"What do you mean, Damon?" she asked, sitting in her usual chair spot.
Getting up from the floor and walking over to the glass, he held up the main headline page of the newspaper. On the cover, it read "Buffalo Bill Strikes Again!" And below that was a picture of a pretty girl. The caption read Jessica Conan Missing.
"Oh my God…" she whispered, staring at the smiling portrait of Jessica, the next poor kidnapped girl.
"My thoughts exactly."
"This would make her possible victim number five-based on the MO of this guy; we have three days to find her before he kills her. That's what this guy does-he kidnaps them, keeps them for about a week, skins them aka killing them then dumping their bodies," Elena practically recited the case. She could talk about it in her sleep, which she wouldn't be surprised if she did.
"Yes, so why do you look so flushed right now? I'm surprised Saltzman didn't inform you of this before it reached the papers." Damon leaned casually on the glass watching her intensely.
Elena tried to hide her look of shock. She should be used to Damon's blunt statements by now but he always managed to surprise her.
"I'm just in shock is all. Victim number 5…I'm afraid we are already too late."
"I'm not talking about the case, I'm talking about you. What happened just now that's got you all a flutter? Is it seeing me again?" He teased, smiling at her in a playful manner.
"No, not exactly," she spoke a little too quickly. There was no way she was going to talk about Brady with Damon—not if she had anything to say about it.
"I can always tell when you're lying Elena. Now tell me the truth, please." His smile instantly faltered—he knew Brady had a reputation for being a total basterd to people, especially the women. If he had touched Elena, he would surely kill him…
Elena hesitated before answering. It was better to tell him than have him work his mind tricks on her.
"Brady and I had a heated moment, that's it."
"By heated you mean sexually? What did you do to you?" Even when he was asking the questions, his hand gripped the glass-he was secretly hoping that it would so he could go after the asshole that dared put his hands on Elena!
"I really don't want to talk about this Damon," she whispered pleadingly. She expected him to continue his questioning but surprisingly, he backed down.
"So, about the case—"
"Yeah, about that…I have a few demands of my own."
Elena's head shot up to look at him. His face held no expression before he smiled at her in a pleasant manner.
"I've helped you long enough-at least in this hellhole. I want to be moved to a different facility, away from Dr. Chilton and I want a view. It's been over five years since I've seen the outside world. I will still help you on the case, but before I do I want to be moved." He moved to lay down on his small bed.
Her mouth gaping open like a fish repeatedly, but no words formed. Eventually she found her voice again.
"What the hell—Damon, we don't have time for this! There is another human life at risk and I don't have time to deal with your sorry cell life!
Damon smiled grimly at her. "Those are my demands, take them or leave them. Unless you want to talk about your past and feelings, which may be an eligible part later on in this deal."
"How the hell am I supposed to do this? I'm a trainee, not the national guard!" Elena shrieked.
"You have connections in the FBI, figure it out. Until then, you will hear from me no more."
Elena's anger boiled as she was thinking "What are my superiors going to say? Maybe they will grant his wishes, maybe not."
Either way, there was another girl in serious danger right now. If they didn't catch this guy in time, another life would be taken.
That Same Moment
Jessica woke up with a pounding headache. She could see a very dim light above her. When she looked around, she thought she was in a dungeon like area.
Before she could contemplate anything else, a bright light came on above her.
A shadowy figure moved into the light.
Looking up she saw that she was in…a well! She was in some fucking well!
"Hello? WHO ARE YOU!" she shouted to the man at the top of the well. She couldn't see his face but she could sense him looking at her.
Nothing.
"What do you want with me?" she shouted at him.
As she looked up, she was able to make out markings on the walls. Only to realize they weren't markings at all—they were blood streaks.
Her screams echoed throughout the room even as the man disappeared above her.
