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

Chapter 6: Chapter 6

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

Chapter 6

I can't stop what I Love to do.

He's already in his seat in the session room, I know this because Ric just told me with a rather annoyed frown on his face, if he kept on frowning like this he would start to look old. But it only makes me smile towards him nodding my head in the direction of the closed door. "If you need me just call out okay?" Ric says as he looks at me, straight in to my eyes like he's convincing me not to go into the session room. I give him a tight lipped smile, he worried too much, or maybe not enough but I knew that I would be okay. I could handle myself and I think that I can handle Damon. Think…

"I'll be okay. See you in a bit." I say as I place my hand on the door knob, it's shaking lightly, I twist the door knob to the side before pushing open the door only slightly. I take three quick steps inside of the room and close the door safely behind me as I look to my patient. He's in the same seat as yesterday, slouched over, staring at his lap. I regard him for a moment and take a deep breath as I walk forward pulling out my chair.

He doesn't even look up towards me, he just continues to look down, did he not hear me walk in or should I just clear my throat or was he just ignorant like that? I decide to clear my throat as I take a seat across from him but still he remains in the same position.

"Good morning Damon." I hum in a sing song voice, it seems too optimistic even for my ears but I smile nether the less. I place my hands on the cool surface of the table and I wait for him to do anything. I didn't bring my note book or a pen today, I did notice last time that he wanted my attention to only be on him.

"What's so good about it?" He asks, his head reaming in the same position, only his lips moving, his voice sounds strained and irritated. What had gotten into him? I mean he wasn't acting like this last night when he threw around the snide remarks about my poor taste in men, not that I have poor taste in men, it was just that he thought that.

"What? Did you wake up on the wrong side of your bed?" I ask, I watch as he slowly rise his head up, and I finally get a chance to look at his handsome face, he has circles around his eyes, might he not have slept to well last night? He's still sporting that 5 'o clock shadow. His eyes seemed exhausted. He fidgets somewhat with his straitjacket and then sigh again. "What's wrong?" I ask taking a closer look at him.

"I have sleep stuck in my eyes and it's irritating as fuck." Damon replies and I frown, I take a closer look and he was indeed correct. "Mind helping a guy out?" He asks almost rolling his eyes at me but I smile nodding my head, I could do that, right? I slowly and steadily get to my feet, no heels today, thank goodness. I take slow steps towards him until I am right next to him and this is the closest that I have been to him. I lean down as he turns his face to me, his eyes meeting mine.

"Hold still." I whisper as I place one hand under his jaw, holding him in place, his skin is rather soft, I smile at that, I move my other hand closer as he closes his eyes and I wipe the sleep from both his eyes, his eyes remain close for a few seconds longer and he's almost sexy with his eyes closed. I mean now that his eyes wasn't intimidating me I could see his full face and he was very handsome, I could see the appeal he had towards his victims. I stop myself from smiling just as he opens his eyes to look back at me. "All clear." I say removing my hands from him.

"Thank you." Damon says and he gives a one sided smirk, I can't help but blush at that. "You look tired today." Oh so he wasn't the only one that looked tired. I place my hand to my face and wipe my cheek. Taking a deep breath I look towards the door, expecting Tyler to stomp in at any given moment. But I know he won't, Ric would keep him in his place.

"I had problems sleeping." I say as I look back to Damon, that smirk still present on his face like he knows everything that's going on in my head but to tell you the truth, he was the one that was on my mind last night, his case. I sigh taking a step towards the window, I glance to the world outside.

"I see your co-workers still worry about you." Damon says and this catches my attention as I look to him, but only for a second. "Or they are scared of me." Damon says as he turns his head towards the door glancing at it, like he's heard something that I didn't.

"Why do you say that?" I ask and I don't know how I was going to get him to trust me, which would be the main objective today that is. I knew what I wanted to do but, he was so different today then he was yesterday. I didn't know how to grasp the situation. His mood was not the same as the day before making me wonder if something had happened to him.

"I'm still in a straitjacket." Damon replies and I turn to look at him, he emphasizes the point by wiggling underneath the straitjacket. I might have mentioned something to him that I would take those of but then again I wasn't sure that I should because I did not have handcuff with me to restrain him and I didn't want him without either a straitjacket or handcuffs. I had no idea what he would do. "And they have every right to be scared of me. The damage I could do to you…" he took a deep breath and licked his lips as he looked over my body making me shiver uncontrollably. "Trust me Dr. Gilbert screaming wouldn't be the only thing you'd do."

I gulp, okay that was not going to happen, but then again here he starts with his sexual innuendos, which was good. Did I really think that he would change overnight? "Well I can't trust you enough to take it off just yet." I say as I turn on my heel and make my way towards my seat once again sitting down, watching him closely.

"You did promise that you would remove it last night," Damon says and I raise a brow at him, I really didn't think that he would keep me to my world. "How am I supposed to trusted you if you break a promise Dr. Gilbert?" he says and he almost seems hurt. I bite the inside of my lip, he was playing me like I played him last night. Touché.

"So if I take of that straitjacket, would you trust me?" I say rising my hand pointing towards the jacket he was wearing, I watch him smile devilishly then move his head to the side rolling his eyes in the process.

"How can I trust you when you think I'm crazy?" his eyes widen and I am caught by surprise by his words. He stares at me for the longest time. I gulp, he caught me there, you couldn't trust anyone that thinks that you are crazy not when you are a patient in a Psychiatric Hospital. But I needed to make him trust me. I just needed to because I needed him to talk to me.

"I don't think you're crazy." I almost whisper, Damon raises a brow and it almost seems like he wants to chuckle because he can see right through me, my façade a complete sham in his eyes. He can see that I am lying but I keep my eyes on his, I keep my focus on him. "What would you do if I remove the straitjacket?" I ask softly.

"You would have to wait and see, won't you?" Damon says, I watch his mouth move, it opens and closes as the words come out and the more he speaks the more I continue to stare at his teeth. My mind wondering if he would try to bite or attack me, my main focus on the biting part than anything else. I lean on the front of my chair unknowingly giving him a great view of the cleavage that I am sporting today in my low cut black top, I was playing with fire, what if I took the jacket of and he attacked me, yet again what if he didn't do anything at all? I slowly rise again, taking in a deep breath of air, his eyes remaining on me. "What, are you scared that I'm going to try and take a bite out of you?" Damon says as he watches me. Mind you I was pretty apprehensive as I start to move towards him for a second time.

"I doubt my boss will approve of this…" I trail of as I reach him. "Stand up." I order because I couldn't well get the jacket of if he was still sitting down. It looked more complicated than I thought even when he was sitting down.

"Bossy, I like it." He snickers as he raises to his feet half turning his back to me, he was a head taller than me and would surely tower over me. I look at the belts of the straitjacket. Was I really going to let him loose of his confines? I did need to show him that I trusted him somewhat. With a shaky hand I reach out as I start to undo the belts that kept him in place, with some trouble I finally undo the final belt and he slowly moves his hands to his side, rolling his neck as he stretches. I can hear his neck crack in the process.

I take a step back from him, he could now easily get out of the straitjacket if he wanted to, I just wasn't sure where I wanted to be when that happened. My eyes remain on him, his shoulders moving as to loosen his joints and then he slowly starts to remove the jacket. What had I done? I could feel my heart beat in my throat as I keep my eyes on him. I monitored his every move until the jacket is finally removed and he folds it neatly and places it on the table. His shoulders are rather broad but he has a lean frame. Makes me wonder how he killed all those people, he might have had help.

He turns his head sideways and he glances towards me before turning back in his seat and sitting down without another word. I wasn't sure what to expect but I surely didn't expect him to just sit back down on his chair like nothing happened. "Are you going to stand there, staring at me the whole day or are you going to have a seat and start this session?" He asks, his eyes running up and down my body.

My eyes go wide in realisation and then I bolt towards my chair, I gracefully sit on it and glance at him, the atmosphere in the room has changes dramatically and I almost feel a chill run up my spine. I needed to get back in control of this situation, and I needed to start my session, I needed to get back on track. "You don't like talking about yourself, do you?" I ask as I watch him, the way his chest rises and falls and the way his hands are now places on the table as he stares at me contently.

"You haven't asked me about myself." He replies placing one hand over his other. "But then again here I am trying to brag about my murders and my victims in an attempt to scare you off." Damon says and then he crosses his arms over his chest and frowns.

"You're trying to scare me? I mean I am still here so you're doing a pretty bad job at that." I say playfully smirking but he doesn't seem too entertained by my simple attempt at humour. "But still I need to learn to know you, would you give me that opportunity?" I ask sweetly and he would be the biggest asshole if he said no to me right now, when I give him my puppy dog eyes. And I watch his expression falter for a mere second, I got him.

"Then ask me something." Damon replies and I almost do a fist pump into the air, because I knew I could get him to do this, but I refrain I didn't want to freak him out. I didn't want to seem weird to him. "You might not like what I have to say…. So don't say I didn't warn you Elena." My name rolls off of his tongue and sends shivers down my spine.

"Dr. Gilbert." I say correcting him instantly, furrowing my brows, which makes him smirk. "Damon," I almost purr his name which makes his smile even wider.

"Why do you get to call me on my name but when I call you on your name, you're all hot and bothered, correcting me like it's a sin?" I playfully gasp at this. Was I hot and bothered? He must be mistaken because I wasn't one of those. Okay maybe when my name rolled over his tongue I got a bit hot but he didn't need to know that.

"I recall you telling me that you wanted me to call you Damon. But other than that I am your doctor and you should refer to me as Dr. Gilbert, it would only be professional." I say placing my hands on my lap and I start to fidget with my fingers, he's making me feel uneasy again but I find myself liking it. And I can't find it in myself just to calm down.

"And what if I don't want you in a professional capacity?" he asks and my cheeks go bright red when he winks towards me. I shake my head riding myself of any and all inappropriate thoughts that had entered my mind at that very statement.

"Well that's the only way you can have me. Sorry to disappoint you." I say back towards him and he chuckles at that, he can clearly see that his sexual innuendo make me uncomfortable but he gets pleasure out of it and I find myself somewhat amused but I would never admit it out loud. I take in a deep breath as I straighten out my back and look him straight in his eyes. "Tell me where were you born?" I ask and he goes slightly pale at this question.

"Mysticfalls." Was his plain answer, so that meant we were born in the same town, could that be a coincidence? Well I would need to look into this as it's something he clearly didn't want to talk about. So I would not push the matter any further at the moment. But I would bombard my computer later to check the records.

"How old are you?" I ask his face taking on a playful expression as he smiles towards me and he actually smiles.

"Tell me how old you are then I might tell you my age, it all depends." I raise a brow. Was he serious now? He removes his hands from his chest and he reaches out on the table until he's about a foot away from me, I keep completely still as I watch him but it seems that he's just stretching out again. He seems to be doing that more often than not at all.

"Well I'm 18 with about 10 years' experience." I say jokingly. If he caught onto my joke he would surely understand that I was but the mere age of 28. I watch him smile then turn his cheek as he looks to the window something catching his attention, it might be that the dirtiness of the windows is annoying him as well.

He slowly turns back to me, deep in thought, raising his hands to his chin. "30…" he answers, his eyes focus on mine… "Not to be rude Dr. Gilbert but I think I had enough of our session for today… If you would be so kind as to help me back into my jacket." Damon says and I frown, this would be the second time that he shuts me out, had I said or done something wrong that made him change his mind? We hadn't even been in session for more than 30 minutes. Did I hit a nerve?

"Are you sure? We still have some time…" I ask my eyes focusing on him but he's avoids all eye contact with me. Did I upset him?

"Yes…" He answers looking down towards the table.

I rise to my feet and walk around the table once again, he reaches out towards the straitjacket and grasps it handing it over to me. I reach out my hand and I touch his hand for a mere moment before he pulls from me. He slowly rises to his feet and turn towards me bringing his hands out in front of him. I glance to his hands, which seem too soft to have committed a murder, to have ever hurt someone. I take in a deep breath shaking out the jacket and then I slowly move closer, first ensuring his right hand gets into the sleeve before moving to the other side. As soon as both arms are in the jacket he turns his back towards me. I tighten the belts and ensure that they are tied up to hospital standard.

As soon as the jacket is secure I take a step back, he turns again, this time just sitting down on the chair, hanging his head low not even glancing at me once. Had I done something for his sudden change in behaviour? Had I said something wrong that might have offended him? Like I could ever offend him. I almost snort at that idea.

"Did I do something?" I ask as I move back to my seat, but I refrain from sitting down, I stand with my hands on the back rest.

"No…" I hear him whisper.

"Okay then, our next session is Friday… But I will check up you, if I get a chance." I say as I turn towards the door, my hand on the knob turning it slightly when he calls to me, his voice sounds broken.

"Dr. Gilbert…" I look to him as he looks up at me, and he has this broken smile on his face. "Food for thought… Staying in a situation where you're unappreciated isn't called loyalty. It's called breaking your own heart." I frown as I open the door. I blink multiple time before stepping out into the hallway, Ric sitting to the side with a news paper. I glance one last time at my patient as I close the door and Ric looks up to me with a worried look.

"Everything okay?" he asks. For a second I don't know what to say, I don't know if there was something wrong, but my patients words ran deeper than I thought and realised. "You finished earlier." Ric says a bit sceptical, placing the paper to the side and rising to his feet.

"No, everything is fine… Would you take him to his cell?" I ask and Ric seems unsure as he looks to me he knows that there is something that I am not telling him, but he nods his head. I don't even wait for his reply, I start to make my way towards my office. My strides longer and faster than usual. I ignore the call I get from Bonnie and rush towards my office closing the door and locking it as soon as I'm inside.

I look over my office and it still seems the same as it did before I went to see Josette. I slowly walk towards my table and take a seat in front of my desk. I look at the screen and then towards the picture of me and Tyler. I shake my head. I shouldn't even be mulling his words over. I should be making notes. I move my mouse to my computer and pull my note pad closer. I open up my internet browser and quickly go to Mysticfalls public record. If he was born here, his records would be here.

I grab a pen and look to the note pad. Patient age : 30, born in Mysticvalls Virginia. His origin is a sensitive subject and I should tread lightly if this pops up in our discussion. It was like when he thought of it, he was so un-happy dare I say uncomfortable that he just shut off. Will look into public record to see if I can find anything of the patient. Theory that his father and or other male figures abused him while he was younger could be a reason why he's acting out.

Straitjacket was removed from patient, and to my surprise he didn't do anything that was suspicious nor tried to do anything to me, he only uses words. He indicated that he was trying to frighten me, to scare me to leave his case. Might it be, he doesn't want me digging into his past? If patient continues to display positive behaviour I will put in a request that he is given more privileges. Such as spending time outside, maybe some TV? I could find him a book or something to read.

My thoughts are running all over the place I can't even make good notes for fuck sake. I look at my computer screen, I was going to try and find him in the records. I needed to find him. I needed to know who and what he was. I start on the records, going back 30 years, one by one I look at all the birth certificates that had been completed.

Sadly I check everything, I even went as far as going back and forth 10 years in both direction. The only Salvatore I could get was Sarah Salvatore, born to Zach Salvatore, but that was it, there was no link, there was no sign that he even existed. There was only two possibilities: He was either lying to me which would break me, or he was using a different identity. I grit my teeth, this was so confusing. Maybe I should follow up on the Salvatore's I found, I mean Sarah would be 18 and Zach well Zach was around 48. The age difference wasn't helping but I would follow up on the lead I had at the moment or I would need to wait and talk to him again. Maybe I should just wait before snooping around. I could wait.