Sweet Serial Killer
Category: TV Shows » Vampire Diaries
Author: JustLola
Language: English, Rating: Rated: M

Chapter 4: Chapter 4

Disclaim : I do not own Vampire Dairies. Or any song, movie or artist I refer to in this fanfiction.

Chapter 4

While I'm walking down, The avenue.

I glance to my clock on the north side of my wall and frown it was 08:50AM. My session with my patient, Damon Salvatore would start pretty soon, I felt nervous knowing that we would be sitting in the same room alone. I grab my clipboard and a pen and look to the small mirror on my cabinet out of habit. My hair is hanging down my back, with some curls to it, giving it some form of volume, but no matter how much concealer I applied this morning I could still see the dark circles that holds my eyes hostage. I look down to my lips, the plain shade of plum almost seems to make my face look older then I am, I wipe at my face until the my lips are clean and I smile somewhat. I don't know what came over me, and my sudden need to look good. For who was I looking good anyway?

Not for my patient. Definitely not for Damon Salvatore, I shake my head at how crazy I sound at the moment and rise to my feet, I look down at myself, pulling my black pencil skirt down so there were no wrinkles. I pull my white top right making sure that my bra straps are hidden and that I look somewhat discreet, they had a tendency to fall down my shoulders during the day. I would forgo my doctor's coat today, it just felt like it was suffocating me and it was rather warm out.

I look back to the clock and I still had a few minutes to go, but I start to make my way out of my office, closing the door behind me before I move again, there was no need to keep my patient waiting and to delay the inevitable. Ric did sweep the session room that we would be using to see if there might be any dangers for me but it came out clear. I requested that Ric retrieve my patient and he went to my patients cell block conveying him to the session room. I had chosen another room to hold the session in, I didn't want to do it in the room with the two way mirror, if I was going to gain my patients trust I would need to make him feel like he could be trusted alone with me without being watched through the mirror.

I walk down the main hall and turn into the east wing, my heels lightly clicking against the marble of the floor. I don't even know why I wore these heels today. Maybe I just wanted to look good if something happened to me and I do die by the hands of my patient but I would surely break my neck if I tried to run with these. I chuckle at that even thou there is no humour what so ever. I pass the parlour where a group session is being conducted by Dr. Bennet, she glances toward me with a hopeful smile and a wink and I give her a small wave in return.

Then there is another hall and I turn into it, I was heading for the third door on the right. My father always said, 2 wrongs do not make a right, but three lefts does. I giggle at that. Why I would remember that now was beyond me. I would need to call him and my mother some time, ask them how they are doing. I haven't really spoken to either of them for the past few weeks.

There is a guard next to the door I need to enter, when he sees me he straightens out his posture and he smiles broadly towards me his eyes almost smouldering. I believe he was new here. Marcel, yes that was his name. I give him a soft smile as I stop in front of the door. "Has the patient arrived yet?" I ask and he smiles towards me.

"Alaric brought him in about five minutes ago." Marcel replies to which I nod my head. Ric, to him five minutes before the time is on time, on time is late.

"Okay then." I roll my neck somewhat to loosen the tense muscles in my neck before I place my hand on the door handle, opening the door and stepping inside the brightly lit room. It almost seems blinding but my eyes easily adjusts. We should really need to paint this wall, I get a hospital being white and pure but, the souls that lingered here weren't as pure as you thought.

I look over the room and its contents. It held a table in the middle of the room and two chairs. On one chair my patient was seated hunched over in his straitjacket. I decided to have him wear a straitjacket to ensure the safety not only of me but the people who would be conveying him to and from the sessions as well I didn't need another incident like the one we had yesterday where he chocked the officer. I take me strides to my chair in confidence, without falter even as a chill ran up my spine and my heart beat increased. But luckily he would never notice that, I would just remain cool and calm.

He doesn't even look up to acknowledge me, he just remains hunched over staring at his lap as I take my seat, I fold my legs over each other out of habit. I look to him, his raven hair looks dirty and is a complete mess hanging in front of his eyes like a little lost child. I had to remind myself that this man who seems unaffected by his surroundings had put 2 people in the hospital just yesterday, he had deliberately taken a bite out of the one man's cheek while strangling the other, this man across from me had killed more than his fair share of people. This man had the best doctors turn insane. I couldn't help but feel apprehensive as my eyes remain on him.

"Mr. Salvatore?" I call in hopes to get his attention. But he doesn't move he just remains in the same position. I even feel at some point that he must surely be sleeping. "I am Dr. Elena Gilbert, I will be your main Psychiatrist…" I am interrupted by his velvet smooth voice as he starts to talk.

"Seriously?" I hear him ask, but it seems to be a rhetorical question and I frown, my eyes remaining on him at all times. "You're going to call me Mr. Salvatore?" he asks and he seems to be annoyed at the fact that I am calling him that, as he slowly sits up in his seat, he finally shows some part of interaction towards me. Good. I doubt that I would have gotten him to talk but here he was talking. I look into his crystal blue eyes and they seem to intimidate me to the point where I nervously gulp. Okay so he was trying to intimidate me, he was trying to be difficult, well not trying, he was difficult. I could be difficult to.

"Is there a problem with it? Am I pronouncing it wrong?" I ask innocently as my face turns into a stern look mainly aimed at him. "Or don't you like it?" I ask narrowing my eyes, I run my hand through my hair and give him a small smile as I continue. "Your name that is?" I finally say and he seems to be amused by this as he chuckles. It sounded like bells of in the distance, it was rather addictive to hear.

"I love my name. Really I do," he pauses as he adjusts himself in the seat, it seems that the straitjacket is becoming somewhat of a problem. "I love it when a woman screams it out in ecstasy… or in pain, either way. But I find it odd that people would refer to me as 'Mr. Salvatore', it's more my father then me." He indicates moving his head to the side exposing his long and slender neck. "I'm not really that fond of it, to be associated with me father." He says and I take my pen out of the clip board bringing the tip to the piece of paper but stop dead in my track, his eyes threatening me, not sure with what thou but I stop. He wanted my full attention. Okay he would get my full attention.

"What shall I call you then?" I ask with a rather sarcastic smile on my lips turning my head half to the side as I regard him again. He had devilishly handsome features, with a strong jaw line, my eyes move up to his clear blue eyes and they are still focused on me.

"I have been called God, Satan and many other things…" he chuckles carelessly as the words leaves his mouth. "But for you?" he says narrowing his eyes rather seductively. "Damon…would have to suffice. I would have liked to shake your hand as its only polite and good manners but I guess some prick thought this would be funny." Damon says as he moves his body within the straitjacket. I raise a brow at him, what would he say once he knows that I am that prick.

"That prick was me. I thought I couldn't just pass this chance to play dress up." I say and he seems surprised, his left brow raised. "Sorry but I didn't feel like being choked with handcuffs today either," I say as I look to the only window in the room. It was covered in a thick layer of dust. I would need to ask the staff to wash the windows if I continued to see Damon in here. It would frustrate me beyond measures if I had to look at it every other day I was here with him.

"I just love choking a woman on chains as I consume her and she consumes every inch of me… Erotic asphyxiation is rather bliss if you know how to use it. " Damon said as he continues to look at me, almost like he's undressing me with his eyes, which makes me rather uncomfortable, and what he just said, I shudder to think that there are people who enjoy such a thing, like being choked while you get fucked is really that great. "Sometimes I just choked too hard and then the slut would die, taking all the fun out of what I had planned."

"You're not making this easy for me, you know that." I say looking back to him, my eyes meeting his in all seriousness, he was not taking this one bit as serious as it was supposed to be. This was not how I planned our session and him referring constantly to sex didn't sit well with me. He was rather suggestive in everything he said, like I would ever consider being intimate with him. Whether it was fucking or making love. That would never happen. I shudder again.

"I was actually going for that… It wouldn't be too much fun if I did make it easy on you," Damon said with a devilish grin, his teeth just behind his lips, how could perfect teeth like those bite into people, eat human flesh? "You aren't really what I expected which is actually better than I thought, but you are oh so amusing…" he says winking towards me, I start to blush at his gesture.

"What is so amusing about me?" I ask biting back a rather snarky remark as I regard him again… rethinking my previous statement, his physical attraction was driving me insane. But I should not let that affect my judgement.

"I am rather pleased, you're nothing like my previous doctors… you amuse me by standing your ground." I raise a brow at that. Oh so it was amusing that I stood up to him, well I would not call it that, but I would not let him walk over me like I was some rug. But his first remarks captures my attention.

"What do you mean?" I ask bringing my pen to my lips, pressing the end to my lips before it lightly slides in to my mouth and I grasp it firmly with my teeth, his eyes glister as he watches me.

"Oh, Elena" Damon starts and I instantly blush as my name rolls of off his lips and to the fact that I was sucking of my pen like a sex craved nymphomaniac. "You know I'm crazy, insane even fucked… That's what the other doctors said. And with all those doctors reminding me constantly of something I already know, it fucks me up even more, it drives me bananas! That and the way you're moving that pen against your lips." His eyes go wide as to emphasize his point. It's rather nerve wrecking how he embraces this and how he calls me out, how one moment he's talking about his mental status and the next he's referring to his other lustful thoughts.

I frown as I lean closer to the table, nibbling the end of my pen as to do it on purpose, giving him just a bit of hell, even thou I know this is not enough for him to actually react to. "So you think you're crazy?" I ask a bit confused at his statement.

"I know I am and I enjoy every single second of it." His eyes going wide again as he smiles brilliantly. Showing of all his pearly white teeth. They almost seem like a lethal weapon that is kept under control by his lips. They look rather sharp and dangerous.

"Tell me, do you know why you are here?" I asks because I need to get back on track, I needed to move this session into the right direction to ensure that I can start my evaluation of the patient, currently our session wasn't very productive, the only thing that has come from this discussion was that he disliked his father, that he seems to think that he's insane. Oh yes and he was beyond sexually frustrated, I wonder if I should add to that frustration, in hopes that he would start to be more proactive. I doubt that.

"I'm here for the soul purpose of entertaining my rather hot doctor…" I frown and I swear my cheeks go a shade brighter than they already were. I look to the side trying to hide my face with my hair. But it seems he only chuckles at this. My poor attempts to hide my embarrassment. It was starting to get on my nerve and it was hard to keep my emotions in-check. Surprisingly, this man has given me more attention than my boyfriend has done in the few months that we have been dating.

"Not the answer I was looking for. Damon tell me, do you regret what you have done?" I ask watching him and for a moment he frowns at me like he has no idea what I'm talking about and then he gets this rather chilling smile on his face, like he finally understands what I am referring to.

"Now sweetheart, you, I would never regret…" I give him this irritated look on my face making him chuckle. "Why should I regret something that I enjoy doing so much? Explain that to me?" Damon replies and he leans closer towards me, his eyes meeting mine, captivating me, our eyes only a few meters away. If I decided to move a bit more our noses would touch.

"No regrets? On the killing, the torturing, the everything?" My voice slightly rising as I speak to the man in front of me. I watch the gleam in his eyes as we have a stare down. He wiggles his eyebrows at me but I am too captivated by him to move away.

"Not even one. But I tend not to deny or admit anything. But you… you seem to be so sure of yourself, everything that you know about me, you read in that file that is packed away safely in your brief case back in your office. You are so sure about what you read in that file, that I am a sociopath, a murderer who shows no regret for any of the deeds he has committed, I am a monster, Dr. Gilbert. I am a crazy monster and I absolutely love it." As the words leave his mouth I stare at him and I actually believe him, for a mere moment. For that moment I see the crazy, sociopath, serial killer he really is.

I sit back in my chair, he scared the shit out of me right there and then, I lean against my chair as I observe him, there is a certain flicker to his eyes that I just can't explain. "Damon…" I call to him, my voice seem hoarse even to my ears. "Do you want to be here?"

"I have to be here…" Damon says all playfulness gone from his voice. "So it doesn't even matter. But since we are playing twenty questions… Mind me asking you something?" I raise a brow because this should be interesting but rather irrelevant.

"Do you love trying to figure out what I am thinking?" Damon asks finally moving back in his seat, swinging his hair out of his face.

"I'm not too sure yet, but I would rather enjoy continuing to wonder among your thoughts." I reply and it was a well thought out answer, but that was my job, I needed to get inside his mind. I needed to understand why, and what was going on.

"I warn you Elena, my mind is a rather very dangerous place to wander… Take this from experience, I know myself and what you are trying to do isn't as heroic as you think… I tend to wonder in my mind time and again and then I lose it completely." I sit back and I blink once, maybe twice before I get to my senses.

"Damon, it's Dr. Gilbert to you…" I say slightly shifting in my seat, I felt uncomfortable. "Damon what are you?" I ask as I finally place my pen on the table… The question came out completely wrong but he seemed rather amused by how absentminded I really was as the words slip out.

"Not sure yet. But I can describe to you how I feel. You know… Wait I doubt you do, you haven't killed someone yet…. But the thrill…I get beyond excited as the feelings run through my veins, just to be able to have control over someone, having their life in your hands. I get so intoxicated on the thrill of killing…."His words scared me and I almost feel scared, scrap that I felt terrified, so terrified that my hands were shaking. I think he could see it in my eyes. No one should ever have that kind of power, the power to control another's life.

I want to say something I want to make a comment but I don't have anything relevant to say. I can't find words to express what was going on inside me or my mind and Damon could see that. And he was enjoying what he was seeing.

"Are you scared of me Elena?" I gulp, yes, yes I was beyond scared of him… "Are you scared that you'll go crazy like my other doctors…?" He asks with curiosity in his eyes.

"No." That was the only word I could form, even if it was a lie and he knew it because he smirked at my lack of comment.

"If you know what's good for you, you should be." Damon says slightly chuckling. Before looking at the window. "I think our hour is up Elena." I continue to stare at him as he leans forward hanging his head in front of him, like he's dismissing this conversation. I wasn't sure whether I was happy about it or not. But then again, I think we had made so much progress and that if I turn him down, if I end the conversation now, I might not get this again. I hear a tumble against the door and glance towards it, before looking back to Damon who sneaks me a wicked grin.

"It might be… But we can still continue to talk?" I say when he looks back down, hanging his head.

"I thought the sessions only lasted one hour." He mumbles from his spot. And I know this that I want to get out of this office, I want to get away just to clear my head. I hear some commotion at the door again and frown.

"I can make them longer or shorter…" I say desperately hoping that he would not ask for more time but when he looks up at me I just give him a small smile.

"Depending on what Dr. Gilbert?" he says popping the 't' to my surname, I glance towards the table where my clipboard is on. What would make me want to make my session longer for him instead of trying to finish the evaluation as soon as possible. But I didn't want to rush this I wanted to take my time.

"Whether my patient needs it or requests it." I say with a small smile.

"I would enjoy spending more time with you… if only this straitjacket could be removed and we didn't need to speak about my lust for the thrill of killing people." At this I frown, did he just say what I think he did? "But I think I consumed your time with enough today seeming like there is a group of people just outside of the door worried sick about you." Damon says and I frown as I look behind me to the said door yet again. I was at a loss of word as I looked toward Damon again. "You are welcome to visit my cell when you want…" was his last words before leaning his head over and just aimlessly looking at the front of his straitjacket.

I grab for my pen and my clipboard as I rise to my feet, slowly walking towards the door. "We'll see." I say and just as I reach the door Damon calls to me one last time.

"Elena… I don't plan on killing you, well not yet." As he says this there is this satisfied grin on his face that makes him look as sexy as hell and I have to look away from him in order to stop blushing.

I open the door as I listen to the commotion just outside, glancing one last time back at Damon over my shoulder, but he's unresponsive, hanging his head low not ever looking, I sigh. He was not going to be easy. I look around and I am beyond shocked and surprised as I see that Ric is holding Tyler behind his arms, trying his level best to keep my boyfriend at bay. All thoughts vanish from my mind as I gasp, my hands let go of the door handle, my clipboard and pen falling to floor with a loud thud.

I want to yell, even screech. "What the hell is going on?" I gasp, Tyler trying desperately to get out of Ric's grip, this only makes Ric tighten his grip on my boyfriend, pulling him effortlessly back against him to prevent him from lunging towards me. The hate and fury I see in Tyler's eyes is almost the equivalent of what I see in Damon's eyes.

"What the fuck were you thinking of letting her go in there with that fucker!" Tyler yells as he glares towards the door behind me, not even sure why he's staring at the closed door. I hear a sinister chuckle from behind me, I look to the still open door, Damon staring at me or rather Tyler, it could be Ric as well, he has a haunted smile on his face, his canines visible as he lowers his head shaking his head from side to side. I look from Tyler to Damon and I slightly turn, reaching for the door but stop as Damon's eyes meet mine for a mere second. They reach into my soul for some unknown reason and scare the shit out of me. But I instantly look away, closing the door instantly I turn on my heel towards Tyler and Ric.

"What the hell is going on here?" I ask, all seriousness now in my voice as I stare at the two men completely shocked. Marcel now grabbing at Tyler's side to keep him from moving out of Ric's grip. I look more sternly at Tyler and his expression softens somewhat but he still looks beyond furious.

"You're that monsters doctor?" Tyler asks. Yes before you ask, I didn't tell Tyler I was assigned to Damon 'The Angel of Death' Salvatore. I knew how he would react, I knew that he would put up a fight or rather try to strangle him to death. But it never really mattered because this was my job, Tyler had no say in that, he needed to understand that. I could not pick and choose my patients.

"We shouldn't be talking about this out here." I say nervously as I look down the hall as Josette and Dr Olivia stands there in disbelief. Josette lightly tapping her foot in irritation. Yes I was surely going to get in trouble for this, for Tyler's little outburst… It was rather uncommon for normal people like you and me to have outburst in places like this where it is rather common. I shoot a quick glare towards my boyfriend. "Are you going to contain yourself or should we have Ric and Marcel escort you to my office?" I ask and Tyler glares at me, he actually have the audacity to glare at me but he's the one in the wrong. I know what he wanted to do thou, I knew he wanted to run into that session room and kill Damon like any other person wanted. But I could not allow that, could I? "Tyler?" I ask more sternly.

"I'll calm down…" Tyler somewhat says in between snarls that are not directed to me but the man behind the door. He was acting childish and he needed to calm down and get his business in order, really quick, this was after all my place of business, the place where I worked and spent half of my time at.

"Ric." I say softly looking towards the ground, in search of my clipboard and pen that fell to the floor. But it has already been picked up by another guard I have yet to notice and acknowledge. I smile towards him as he hands me back my items. I turn to Ric again who is still holding Tyler in a death grip. "Ric you need to take my patient to his cell. I'm sure that Marcel can give me assistance if I need it." I say.

Ric sighs but he knows I am right, he couldn't just leave Damon in one of the session rooms. He does need to take Damon down to his cell. Before my patient became violent, and restless. He slowly lets go of Tyler and Tyler being the arrogant asshole that he is pulls from Ric with a huff. I roll my eyes at him, shaking my head somewhat as I start to walk off towards my office. I glance back on last time towards Tyler who remains in his place.

"Tyler…" I snarl and he rolls his eyes at me but he starts to follow my. I already know what's going to happen once we get into my office. I didn't anticipate this. I already had this conversation with him before. But it's going to happened again, I know it, and I already know how it's going to end as well. I can hear both Tyler and Marcel follow me, their steps slowly behind mine. Good, keep on following me.

I pass the parlour, Bonnie's session has all but finished and now patients could sit around and talk to other patients, you know socialize and communicate, something I don't think I will be doing with Tyler, for our patients I know that visiting hour would be soon. Then this place will be packed with family and friends. I sigh, I had to make notes of my session with Damon, I needed to work on his file some more.

We pass into the main hall and it seems that my office is within my reach, my feet just won't move fast enough. Tyler was still behind me closely followed by Marcel. Once I reach my office I pull open the door and make my way towards my chair in front of my computer, I have never been this happy to be in my office like I was now. I look up as I sit down, switching on my computer and Tyler is still livid about the whole situation as he takes a seat in one of my chairs like a patient. Marcel stops in front of the door for a second and he gives me a worried look.

"Do you need anything else Dr. Gilbert?" Marcel asks quite apprehensive, I look to Tyler but he sits silently and then I smile towards Marcel. I wouldn't need him anymore, I knew Tyler, I knew he would never do anything to hurt me. Well physically that is, he could really get abusive verbally if he wanted to.

"That's all, thank you Marcel. Close the door behind you please?" I softly asks with a small smile on my face. As soon as he leaves the office and I hear the door click I place my clipboard on the table, but my pen I keep in my hands. I had to keep them busy or I might just do something to Tyler. "Tyler…" I don't really know what to tell him. Or where the hell to start.

"Elena you know how I feel about that fucker…" Tyler says as he shifts in his seat, he was feeling uncomfortable or irritated or both, I couldn't really tell. Tyler was a difficult person to read, when he was horny he also looked angry. Confusing I know. But I knew how he felt about the whole situation, the patient included. Well especially the patient in this matter.

"Tyler, I know. But he was assigned to me, you know this is my job. I couldn't just say no." I say as I try to remain calm because I am not sure why I am trying to explain myself to him when in all fact I didn't have to nor did I want to. It was my job, my profession, it had nothing to do with him, we were not married to each other, I didn't see the need to explain everything I did or say to him.

"Elena, he's a deranged lunatic! A murderer!." He was beyond angry, I could tell, he always got like this when the subject of my patient popped up in conversations. I just could not figure out why he was reacting like this. What did my patient ever do to him? It actually baffled me to no extend.

"And I am a Psychiatrist that works with deranged lunatics." I mutter half sarcastically looking towards my computer screen. "Tyler just remember this is my place of work, you embarrassed me in front of my co-workers and boss, and you put up a scene, these people are already mentally unstable, you throwing a fit does not help." I say looking back towards him and his expression slightly saddened. He knows that he was the one who did wrong.

"You could just have informed me that you were getting him beforehand. I had to find out from Liv." Tyler brings his hands to his lap, fidgeting somewhat. "I just …" Tyler trialed off.

"You just what?" I ask a bit irritated, and I know I could have told him but then this whole incident would have happened at home, or at a restaurant or where ever the fuck we would be at the time. I didn't need this confrontation. I kept my work and personal life separate for a reason.

"I care for you Elena. I don't want you to get hurt…" He's giving me a serious case of puppy dog eyes that I just cave-in unable to remain angry at him. The left side of my lips rising up in a somewhat smile. One of the main reason I was with Tyler was because of his fiery temper but it got old real fast but then he would show me this side, the sensitive side and I would crumble. He was a toxic mixture between fury and tenderness that was potent. I felt I was addicted to it. "And coming here with breakfast for you and finding out that you have a session with that monster. I thought the worst…" his eyes pleading to me to feel guilty for treating him like I did and for keeping information from him.

"Tyler," I start but stop. "I wouldn't have taken the case if I didn't feel I could handle it. Besides I have constant security surrounding me when I see him. Even if he tried something he would not succeed. When made special precautions just for that. I'll be okay." I say as I lean forward onto my desk, flashing him a rather sexy image of my cleavage. His eyes move down from my face to my cleavage for a few seconds and I watch him gulp. There we go, I'm trying to distract him.

"Are you sure?" he asks gulping again clearly not really focussed on what I was saying.

"Yeah. Everything will be okay." I say with a smile before sitting back in my chair.

"So find out anything yet?" Tyler asks his eyes now on my face again, a bit disappointed that I took away his view. Distraction accomplished. I find his question rather odd but shake my head from side to side. I wasn't about to tell Tyler anything about my patient.

"Doctor, patient confidentiality, remember?" I purr and Tyler just raises an eyebrow nodding his head.