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

Chapter 5: Chapter 5

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

Chapter 5

If I lay really quiet, I know that what I do isn't right,

2016-01-21- First Session. Patient : Damon Salvatore. Patients shows loathing, detestation and resentment even hostile towards the subject of his father. His tone of voice as he spoke about his father was repugnant. Patient might have been abused by his father while he was an adolescent or while growing up. Maybe he didn't have a father as absence can lead to loathing as well, maybe the lack of a parental figure might be the cause of detestation.

Patient seems to think that he is insane, or rather mentally ill. He has a state of mind which prevents normal perception, behaviour and social interaction. He might even be psychotic to the point where he lashes out towards other. But the patient shows signs that he might want me to believe he is insane so he would not return to prison. This could all be a ploy into deceiving me to ensure that he stays at the Psychiatric Hospital. Patient referred to himself several time as crazy, insane even fucked, his words not mine. I could see that this was not true, the fucked part was on point thou and there was no denying it. This man was fucked in more ways than one.

He shows signs of severe loneliness, he made a statement that he loses his mind while wondering in his thought. But the patient has had many years to prepare himself for this. Patient enjoys to be in control, his murder spree might indicate that he lusts to play God, another humans life in his hand is the ultimate situation where he can display this powers.

First impression of the patient is that he never gets to the point, either he diverts the conversation or change the subject, he never sticks to the discussion at hand, patient also refers to sex or sexual references frequently, he might either be a killer of passion yet, it might be to scare me into not taking his case. Findings : He might really be a deranged maniac or he might just put up a ploy to be declared severely mentally ill to stay out of jail…If this seems to be the case we might have a problem at hand. I wanted to write more but my thoughts were all over the place at the moment.

I wasn't sure what I was thinking, was I even thinking at all as I replay the memories of our session in my mind, it was rather vivid and disturbing and I felt uncomfortable. He fascinated me, I couldn't help but occupy my mind with the thoughts of his words and how he spoke. It was almost hypnotizing. What irked me thou was when I walked outside to find Tyler and the look he had given Tyler, like he knew exactly who he was. I shake my head, I was thinking too much into this, he might not even know Tyler, he might have been shocked to see that there was this person outside the session room that wanted to attack him, but I could be wrong. He made my mind unclear, and I felt rather demented and unhinged the more I thought of him.

I reach for my phone and dial the number for the nurses' station. I still needed feedback on the task I had given to nurse Vicki. Whether she did it or not was another question all together. If she didn't I would surely take disciplinary steps against her. But to add to my irritation there was no answer at the nurses' station. So I would need to go to the nurse's office or either I would need to go to his cell block to get his file. Nurses were requested to ensure proper documentation was kept on patients and what they do, from showers to medication to food. Everything needed to be recorded in that file.

I look towards the clock on my computer screen. 21:36PM. Was that really the time? I couldn't believe it was this late already, but I guess I was just so busy today to keep track of time much less anything else. Might be the reason why the phone isn't being answered at the nurses' station as well. I roll my eyes. My tiredness is creeping closer and closer the more realisation sets in on how long I have been busy over thinking everything that happened today. Thinking about my patient.

I rise to my feet, and look around my office, it's dark, I forgot to switch on the light again which I do more frequently now. As usual, I was going to get bad eyes if I kept on forgetting about the light and I would end up wearing glasses, I didn't look good with glasses. I move from behind my desk towards my door and I switch on the light and instantly cover my eyes, regretting it... A bit too bright for my taste.

Maybe I should stretch my legs, and go down to the cell block to check up on his stats. I mean he should be sleeping by now. Sure. I stretch out, rolling my head to relieve myself from the tension that has been building up from the past few hours I have been crouched over my keyboard. I open my door and the main hall almost seems haunted, sinister with only a small amount of light shining down the hall from my office. I knew of something else much more sinister then these halls, and I was making my way towards his cell. I start my way towards the cell blocks, my heels clicking against the floor, it sounds unearthly to my ears.

After I check up on my patients stats I would head home. I could already imagine the warm bath with some buddle bath and a glass of wine, just to relax. I smile at that thought. That sounded pretty good. I pass the nurses' station and look from side to side. The nurses nowhere in sight, they might be attending to a patient. Some of them got pretty restless at night. I remember the first few weeks I was here, working late to sort out everything in my new office. The unsettling screams that would flow through the halls as patients had a nightmares. I luckily got over that and soon to.

I turn towards the cell block where my patient is being held, he was the only one in this wing, Dan the security guard regarding me as I walk towards his small office next to the cell doors. "Late night again Dr. Gilbert?" he asks and I smirk, he knew me all too well. Well, all the employees here knew that I took my work a little too serious and I would go above and beyond to help my patients even if it meant I had to stay here till late at night.

"Something like that Dan." I reply as I stop in front of the cell door waiting patiently for Dan to open them. "Can you open up for me I need to check something on my patient's file?" I say and at this Dan frowns, he knew I was assigned to the new patient and I knew he hated him so fiercely that if we auto find Damon in his cell dead, he would be our first suspect.

"Sure Dr. Gilbert." Dan says and he presses a button to open the heavy cell doors keeping my patient contained from the rests of the patients. We needed to keep Damon separated from the rest of the patients, I wasn't sure that he could play well with others, he might just attack one of the other patients and we would sit with another problem at hand that needs explaining. Better safe than sorry, right?

I walk through the cell doors and make my way towards my patient's cell. I hear the cell door closing behind me and then a sigh. Poor Dan, he must really be tired tonight. I take my steps more precise as I near my patients cell, if he was sleeping I didn't want to wake him up, I wasn't up for another round of senseless talking, it would petrify me to know that he's awake thou. I stop in front of his door and look to the side where his schedule file should be.

The green file nowhere in sight. I frown, that meant I had come all the way down here for nothing. What a disappointment but at least I got some exercise, if you can call that exercises. I almost roll my eyes but stop, there was no sense in rolling my eyes when there was no one to see. I wonder briefly what my patient was doing, whether he was sleeping, how he looked while he slept, they said you can tell a lot about someone's past by watching them sleep. I look at the opening, should I really even peak? Curiosity got the better of me so I take a step closer and peak into his room.

"Shouldn't you be in bed at home, sleeping?" I hear his voice but his room is covered in darkness, the small ray of moonlight making its way into the room not doing anything to help the situation. It felt like I was completely blinded. But now I knew he was awake because he had just spoken to me.

"I could ask you the same thing, but the sad reality is that this is your home for the time being." I say as I look around, trying to adjust my eyes to the darkness to figure out where he was, whether he was on his bed or was he on the floor?

"Touché, Dr. Gilbert." I smile as I hear him. "To what do I owe the pleasure of a mid-night visit from my lovely doctor?" his voice sounds rather close, that must mean he's sitting on the ground in front of the door or so I thought. But he could still be anywhere in the room, I just could not see him

"I recall you said I could come and visit you…" I reply smiling to myself, I felt like a naughty school girl slipping out of class to spend time with her friends but I wasn't a naughty school girl and this was not my friend, this was my patient. "I'm just doing my rounds, thought I would check up on you, you know do the whole doctor thing." I can hear movement on the other side of the door and them Damon's face slowly emerges from the shadows, his eyes a midnight blue as he regards me, a smirk plastered on his face. He seems sinister, the shadows hiding half of his face from my view.

"I thought you came here to look at my file." Damon replies and I am stunned that he actually knows what I want, what I came down here for. I furrow my brows, I needed to play cool, he didn't need to know that it was indeed the reason I was here.

"What are you talking about?" I say crossing my arms over my chest. The way he was staring at me, his teeth somewhat visible, like I was something to eat made me feel self-conscious and I felt like I needed to cover myself from his view. I shiver at the thought of his teeth touching my body.

He slowly produces the file next to his face, the green almost seeming grey in the dark of the night. How the hell did he get his hands on that file? I mean his arm could not be long enough to get it from where it's placed, I look from the opening to the place where we keep the file. Okay so he could have gotten the file. But still why would he take it, it was only his time sheet. "Tell me Elena, are you here to check up on my schedule for tomorrow? Shower hours is strictly from 08:00 to 08:30 if you decide to join me." Damon taunts as he smirks.

"I'm more interested in a breakfast date or something where we can sit down and enjoy each other's company, get to know each other a bit more before we jump into all those fun things." I say trying my best to play coy as I give him a sweet smile, blinking my eyes seductively towards him, maybe if I play his game I would get him to open up a bit more. He smirks at this, seeming rather pleased that I am playing his game.

"How bout we skip right to desert? And I'm not talking about the kind you eat." I blush scarlet red as he licks his lips, when he sees my blush he chuckles and turns towards to green file in his hand eyeing it rather suspiciously before he looks back to me.

"How about you give me the file and I might just let you come to my sessions without a straitjacket?" I say since we are moving over to bargaining and I would not place anything on the table that could be interpreted in a sexual way. I mean even if I remove the straitjacket he would need to keep on his handcuff. His eyes narrows towards me like he's contemplating whether to do it or not. I watch his eyes as they focus on me, he's reading me, trying to figure out what I'm thinking of. That would be a laugh if he could actually figure out what the hell is going on in my mind because I couldn't even make heads or tails out of it.

"I see on my schedule you have me twice a week, why?" he sounded disappointed that I would only see him twice a week. I had other patients as well plus responsibilities and I couldn't just focus on him, it would be unfair to the others and there was so much paper work that went with each patient. "Why can't we make it four times a week?" he asks as he opens the file looking at the paper inside.

"I would have liked to prolong your time here with me, but if that's what you want, I could arrange it. I mean the more sessions we have the faster I work with you." I say, but he's still solemnly focused on the paper. "Anything else you see on your schedule that I could look at?" I ask, he looks up towards me, his expression soft almost considerate as he regards me again.

"That's about it… Well that and don't let you boyfriend interrupt again. I find it highly unprofessional." My eyes go wide, I could not believe he had just said that. That he would even bring up the subject. Had Tyler's appearance outside the door really made such an impact on him?

"That's not going to happen again." I say in a rush as I take a step closer, lowering my voice. "Sorry about that thought." I say as I am reminded about our little incident of this morning, I actually forgot that the door was open and that he could see some of the commotion that was going on just outside of the room he was in before I had the chance to close the door behind me.

"Sorry for what? That your boyfriend wants to kill me or that your dating a piece of shit that can barely meet your standards?" I gasp and take a step back from the door. I cannot believe he had just said that. He had called my boyfriend a piece of shit. "I would take great pleasure in ripping his head from his body if given the chance. Believe me I would do you and myself a favour if I rid the earth of him." Damon continues with a wicked grin on his face.

I look to the ground, I could not believe he had offended me like that. I actually feel hurt that he would say such a thing, right to my face, that he would say something like that about Tyler. He didn't know Tyler, he couldn't judge him just like that. "What?" I ask a bit in disbelief because I am shocked but if I was given the chance I would have slapped him clear across his handsome face. I grit my teeth this was going to far, he shouldn't even be pushing my buttons.

"You heard me. I would be doing everyone a great favour of putting him out of his misery. But I must say he over re-acted, does he really think I would do something to you?" Damon asks but I don't even want to answer him.

"Anything is possible with you it seems." I say raising a brow and this seems to catch his attention.

"Dear Dr. Gilbert, like I said I don't plan on killing you, just yet." Damon says and a shiver runs down my spine as I look into his eyes, he's toying with me again and I knew it. But I couldn't get myself to do anything about the whole situation. I look down the hall towards the guard's station before looking back at him. I watch him smirk and it frustrates me that this is happening, that he's playing with me.

"Can I have the file back?" I ask a bit more serious, and I watch as he narrows his eyes towards me.

"You didn't say please…" Damon replies making me sigh, if he was going to be like this I might as well just leave the damn file with him and go back to my office because I was seriously too tired for his antics.

"Please can I have the file back?" I ask placing my hand on my hip, lightly tapping my heel again the tiles. I was never a positive person when tired, it seems that my annoyance for everything and anything got on my last nerve when I was tired, which was something to understand. Damon smirks, because he's well aware that I am annoyed. I can see his white teeth as he raises the papers to the point where he holds them at the opening in the cell door. I regards him for a second before taking a step forward, slowly reaching my hand towards the file, as I grasp the file I expect him to pull it back, to catch me by surprise but he simple lets go of the file and I pull it through the little opening without effort.

Once I have it in my reach I take a step back from the cell door. "Thank you." I say as I open the file and look at the contents.

Nothing seems to be out of the ordinary as I look over the file, he ate all his food. "I would love to continue this conversation but I am rather tired. So could we continue this tomorrow when you're not so cranky?" I hear his voice and I can't believe the audacity he has to talk to me like that. But I close the file and look back at the opening, his back now turned towards me as he walks into the darkness, disappearing instantly. I sigh, I should be going, I should be at home right now. I turn on my heel and take a step towards the cell entrance. "Good night Elena."

I stop dead in my tracks glancing at his room one last time. He was going to drive me insane, I was sure of that.

"Are you seriously requesting more time, more sessions with your patient?" Josette asks from the other side of her table.

"I mean if I get more sessions with him then I can evaluate him faster." I say looking around her office it was quiet bigger than mine, but I could understand that, she was the boss after all. "Wouldn't it be great just to get rid of him then?" I ask as I watch her closely, her eyes are focused on me, she looks wearily like she hasn't slept in a few days, but that would make two of us, I just wasn't sure what her reason was. But mine was most likely on his way to the session room right now.

I sit back in the chair and look at the ceiling. Last night he really got to me, to the point where I just wanted to finish this and get on with my life. I was beyond frustrated with the way he spoke to me and might I add that I was actually angry at the tone he used, I wanted to inflict pain on him, a mere slap across the face. My personal life had nothing to do with his so he had no say in that regard, he barely even knew me so how could he raise his opinion about me, my life and who I was with. Yes I had a slip up with how Tyler reacted yesterday but seriously it would not happen again and that was not in my control.

Josette regards me before she looks to her computer screen again. She has my schedule in front of her as she looks where we can make changes because between attending to other patients and paper work and my shift work I was booked full, thus that was the only reason I was seeing him twice a week. But due to popular demand, he insisted he wanted to see me more.

"What about Hailey Marshal? Maybe we can move her to Dr. Bennet?" Josette asks and I consider the option. I had been Hailey's doctor since she came to the hospital, we have been together for all about two years now. She was making great progress and I don't know what the impact would be if we were to change her doctors now, I mean Dr. Bennet was good but I wasn't sure how Hailey would do with the change. She needed consistency in her life.

"Maybe I should just speak to Hailey and hear if she would be okay with it." I say as I look to Josette, she seems disappointed but I needed to ensure that this was in the best interest of my patient before I went off and changed her routine, take away her consistency.

"Elena, you can't discuss this with our patients. You need to focus on your main patient so we can evaluate him and send him back to jail." Josette says as she looks back to her computer screen. "We'll just make your sessions a bit shorter and then you can still focus on all your patients." Josette says as she start typing rapidly on her keyboard.

"I want to see him at least 4 times a week, one hour session each." I say as I look to her, she seems shocked as she regards me again, her eyes wide almost seeming like they want to pop out of her skull.

"4, one hour sessions weekly?" She asks and I nod my head, I know that this was Damon's request but it did dawn on me that I would be able to evaluate him faster if I did it like he requested. But his agenda behind the decision was still unknown to me that is if he had an agenda. Yet I wouldn't tell Josette that he was the one who wanted this, he wasn't really at the point where he could want things just yet, I would refrain from even telling her that I went to his cell last night because she would bite of my head if she even knew. "Elena, this is a bit too much." Josette says and I shake my head.

"I'll do three sessions during the week, and one during the weekend." I say as I look to the window, the sky is grey and the clouds are threatening us with a thunderstorm, I welcomed the thunderstorm with open arms. I liked the rain, it calmed me. "So that won't be a problem then." I say looking back at her and she truly seemed worried.

"Elena are you sure about this?" Josette asks and I give her a tight lipped smile, I hope she doesn't see through me and that I am faking this.

"Yes. Beside his behaviour towards me is rather satisfactory. I mean he's speaking to me and interacting with me." I say running my hand through my hair, even thou half of what he said did not make sense. After seeing Josette I would need to go to the session room and start my session with said patient. I would need to use another tactic if I was going to get him to open up towards me. I hadn't slept a wink last night as my mind kept on hopping from one option to another where it involved him.

"Okay then." Josette indicated as her fingers travel over the keyboard of her computer. "But if you need any help then just let me know." Josette said, she acted more like a worried mother then my boss. But I couldn't have asked for a better boss then her.

I rise to my feet and smile to her, this one genuine this time around and I wink toward hers. "I'm fully capable of handling him, I am a woman after all." At this she starts laughing shaking her head from side to side. There was nothing else she could do about my antics but I was rather sure of myself that I could handle Damon, I mean beside the snide remarks and the sexual innuendo, Damon was acting the way a patient should but he was still making everything difficult.

I sigh, maybe with some time I would get the hang of him if he ever trusted me enough to open up to me, but every chance I give him to open up to me, back fires. I shake my head, maybe a more straight forward approach would be okay with him. I look to the clock and I still had a few more minutes before I needed to see him. I give Josette one last glance and smile towards her before walking out of her office. I would need to earn his trust and test the field. And I think I had a rather daring suggestion swimming around in my mind when it came down to testing the field.