"People, in other words humans, have not been designed to die that easily. At the least people almost never grunt or moan and immediately fall over dead. Strangulation, blunt force trauma, stabbing, none of these kill people easily. Humans are surprisingly sturdy creatures. " He said softly tying the plastic apron around his waist.
When Stefan Salvatore committed his third murder, he attempted an experiment. Namely, to see if it were possible for a human being to die of internal hemorrhaging without rupturing any organs. Standing there over the long metal table Stefan let his slender fingers run along the skin of his latest victim. Her golden locks stained the table and the light caught it in a way that ignited it, while her bright blue eyes looked up at him pleading. In the past, he would drug his victims so they fell unconscious, but that proved to be rather boring. She laid there tied to the cold metal table in an empty room. Bleach clung to the air in an effort to remove the vile smell of blood from the walls. His fingers found the small wooden bat lay gently on the table.
"This will only hurt for a moment"
His word soft and inviting hiding his true dark nature. He proceeded to beat her left arm thoroughly, being careful not to break the skin. He was hoping to bring about enough hemorrhaging to cause death from blood loss, but this attempt ended sadly in failure. Blood congested in the arm and it turned a purplish red beneath the skin, but the victim did not die. She screamed and shook, convulsed and remained alive. Grunting he ran a finger over the now swelling bruise and sucked his teeth.
"Interesting"
Taking out his knife he yawned a bit before running its blade over her throat. Blood shot from her veins and he moved quickly enough to avoid it. The actual method of murder rated fairly low in the amusement scale, and it was never more than an interesting experiment. It did nOt particularly matter to him whether it succeeded or not. He gained most of his enjoyment from the act by watching the life slowly fade from his victim's eyes.
Damon took a breath. The smell of blood filled the air and he brought his hand to his nose. Stefan Salvatore the notorious killer, the modern day Jack the Ripper. Once again he had eluded Damon, sneaking his way across borders and had even made it into the United States. His latest victim a young blond haired women. He had seen his fair share of death but this was something else. It was ruthless; Stefan's cruelty knew no limits."Mr. Salvatore" Damon's attention was caught by the soft sound of the officer approaching. "Do you know when he burned the victim?" The question lurked in the air for a brief moment before he stuffed his hands into his pockets. "She was dead before he lit her up" The coroner answered. "At least she didn't suffer like the rest...I'm going to need to see your file on this women" Damon replied walking over to the detective. "Sorry, all of our files on the case were sent over to the FBI." The man responded. "FBI...Whose working this case?" Damon asked.
"I am" The sound of soft heels echoed off the stone walls. She was slender, petite. Jet black hair that trailed down the sides of her face, wrapping around her small cheek. Deep brown eyes that sat snug in proportion to the rest of her features; olive skin that could have gotten her mistaken for a young Hispanic woman. She was beautiful to say the least. "Elena Gilbert" She said extending her hand out to him. "Damon Salvatore" He responded, extending his hand out to her. Her face twisted and she raised a brow letting go of his hand. "Salvatore, like Stefan Salvatore?" She was smart, it was her first day on the case and she already noticed the relation between the killer and the man chasing him, it was rather odd no one else seemed to put the two together. "Yeah" He shrugged pushing past her. Her fingers flicked through the brown folder in her hand and her eyes scanned the page for a moment. Her body jerked around to follow Damon down the narrow hall. "Do you have any problems chasing down your brother?" His shoulders stiffened and he turned to face her. "No" The word was strong and hit like a thousand bricks. He could tell, the way her eyes darted away trying to escape his gaze. "Listen here Elena" He said straighten his body. "I've been working this case for what seems like a hundred years. I've tracked every last one of his victims. I'm one step behind him and I'm going to catch him. Ill be damned if some fresh out the box FBI agent comes in here and screws everything up" Her lips parted as she thought. "You've always been one step behind him, I intend on being two steps ahead" She responded, before clicking her heels turning away from him.