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

Chapter 7: Chapter 7

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

Chapter 7

So I murder love in the night, Watching them fall one by one they fight,

"Babe…" I hear as I see Tyler wave his hand in front of me, eagerly trying to get my attention this was unusually because usually he's on his phone. I must say that I zoned out there for a moment. Well it could be more than a moment, I could not be sure at this time but my mind was anywhere but here with Tyler.

"Yeah?" I ask with a small apologetic smile not at all sure about what we were talking about or if we had been speaking at all. I regard him for a moment, he hadn't shaved since I last saw him, which was Tuesday morning. He didn't look like he the guy I got to know all those months ago, he looked more manlier, with his beard now growing out. It actually turned me off to a great extent, I liked him shaved. Clean and clear, but the five o'clock shadow Damon was sporting daily was appealing.

"Did you hear anything that I just said?" Tyler asks and he's seriously annoyed, he's annoyed with me that is, and I can understand why, I haven't paid enough attention to him tonight, okay so I didn't give him any of my attention since my patient has arrived, but who could blame me. My mind was on my patient and it was starting to scare me that I thought of him so much, day and night. I shake my head towards Tyler and smile sheepishly. "I was wondering if you wanted to go back to your place… If you know what I mean." Tyler says and he winks at me, he actually winks at me? Was I some kind of 18 year old college girl looking for any man's attention? I don't even find it somewhat appealing or attractive seeing him do that. I found it revolting.

"We could." I reply not really interested in what he clearly was implying and planning on as I reach towards my glass of wine that I have almost abandoned downing it desperately.

"You don't really sound like you want to." Tyler says reaching towards his beer. To be honest, now that we were sitting alone yet again in a restaurant I could actually see Tyler, I could look at him and I could think of the time we had spent together in the past few months. I mean ever since we started dating nothing has progressed. Our relationship still felt like a dead end to me, we were going nowhere slowly and it irritated me, he irritated me. If we didn't meet up for dinner after I almost had to kiss his ass to come out with me then we wouldn't have done anything at all, or rather we go out and he gets beyond shitfaced like he usually does. I haven't even met any of his friends nor any of his family, I don't think I am the bring home to meet mom type of girlfriend for him. I felt underappreciated in this relationship yet I kept on holding on hoping that by some miracle that something would happen that we can and will work out.

It was still about 2 weeks until our 'get away' if you can even call it that but I doubt that it would even happen, because surely something would pop up, something always does. "I would like you to come over to my place." I say more firmly even thou I do not believe what I am saying. I was not in the mood for him because he was currently on his 5th beer for tonight and we haven't even eaten yet. Tyler was a bit of a drunk, and he only got flirty and temping with me after some liquid courage, why? I have no idea was I so repelling that he only wanted to touch me if he drank.

He gives me a one sided grin and smirks towards me. "Maybe we can finally get to know each other a bit more intimately…" He trials of as he takes another sip of his beer. To tell you the truth I actually felt disgusted and uncomfortable as I listen to his words. He even licks his lips and I have to look to the side to avoid that sight, it looked rather displeasing and it made him even more unattractive.

"Or you pass out on my couch…" I whisper and I know he didn't hear me when I look back to him with a small smile on my face, I am reminded by Damon who licked his lips as he spoke about skipping right to dessert, I instantly blush at the thought and the sight because I am certainly someone who can imagine just this meaning that I was dessert. I should not even be thinking about this at the moment. I look to Tyler as he calls over a waiter and orders another beer. Yes he was surely going to sleep on my couch, of that I was sure.

I hear my phone vibrate and look towards it on the table, it's faced down because I didn't want to be bothered or disturbed by every time I got a message or a text or social media notification of someone requesting me to play candy crush. So when it's a call I can see it vibrate but I don't need to answer it because it's not always that important. Tyler raises a brow and then he looks to the phone then back to me. He had issues as well, a cheating ex-girlfriend.

"Aren't you going to check?" he asks as he suspiciously looks at the phone before reaching to it and flip it to face up. He frowns when he sees that it is the caller ID of the hospital. I frown, why would the hospital need me past 9 P.M. in the evening? Tyler hands my phone towards me with a pleased smile on his face and I slide the screen before I press my phone to my ear.

"Dr. Elena Gilbert." I speak lowly into the receiver on the phone as I look to Tyler, he pulls his phone from his pocket, I watch him closely, I have noticed that he's secretive of his phone but I am not allowed to do this, he never leaves it anywhere where I can find it, and it made me suspicious about the fact that he instantly needed to hide things from me. But it's not like I was his wife or what he said or done had anything to do with me. But I would be rather hurt if he was cheating. I didn't as much as smile in another man's direction because I knew I had someone.

"Dr. Gilbert, this is Marcel from the security department at the hospital, we have a current situation." I raise a brow, it was my night off, why would they call, me? I mean my patients usually didn't get themselves in situations that could not be handled by either the night staff or security. Besides it was pass the patients sleeping time. So I just could not understand what's going on. What could have happened that they would need me so urgently?

Tyler almost rolls his eyes as he rises to his feet motioning towards the bathroom. I just nod my head as I watch him leave, I wouldn't stop him even if I wanted to. "What type of situation?" I ask brining my glass of wine back to my mouth. Taking a deep sip patiently waiting for him to reply.

"Dr. Gilbert, your patient…there's blood everywhere…" He says and my eyes go wide as I place my glass on the table beside me. My patient…which one? I mean I know that they would never get into trouble.

"Which patient?" I dare ask even thou my mind already know which one, there was only the one patient that loved the presence of blood and that was currently a high risk in the hospital.

"Salvatore…" Marcel whispers and I can feel a chill run down my spine. My surroundings become ide cold. "There is blood everywhere in his cell…I don't know what happened." Marcel says as I rise to my feet. I needed to get there, I need to know what was going on, what happened. Was anyone injured? Was he injured? "We are scared to go into the cell, we can't see him…" I look down at my wine glass and it seems so lonely, it seems so red, I shiver. It reminded me of blood.

I grab for my hand bag. "Wait, I'll be there soon." I say, not even sure that I could or would help. Ending the call I look around the restaurant. Where was Tyler and why was he taking so long to come back from the bathroom, was he wanking off? I know it would be just rude to leave the restaurant without telling him but I needed to go, if something happened with Damon or if he did something to anyone at the hospital I would be in big trouble. I sigh looking up Tyler's name and calling him but his number is busy. Was he on the phone right now? In the bathroom.

I sigh and start typing away at a text message. 'Serious incident at the hospital. You are on your phone so I couldn't call you to say I was leaving. Rain check.' I send the message placing my phone in my handbag, I fish out my keys to my car. I march out of the restaurant not even giving it one last glance. My steps are fasted then usual to get to my car and finally I place the key into the ignition and start her up, putting the petal to the metal and speeding of towards the hospital.

My heels hit against the tiled floors as I make my way towards my patients cell block it's faster than usual because I am jogging, there is quiet a commotion and I can hear it from where I am currently walking. I turn the corner and the doors to the cells are still closed nurses and guards standing on my side to look inside the cell block. I furrow my brows it's like a day at the zoo and they are waiting for the wild animal to come out and show off.

"Don't you have work to do?" I call out towards the hordes of people standing around. They all freeze as they looked towards me and then they scattered like a group of children that surrounded an illegal fight. With my arms folded over my chest I walk to the door and look to the security guard in his office. He gives me a fearful look and then as I nod my head and the door opens. I take a step inside the cell block and walk to the window.

"Give me the key and first aid-kit." I say and the guard regards me for a few seconds. He doesn't understand my request or why I want the key or first aid-kit. He thinks I have gone crazy, that I was going to go into my patient's room and my patient will surely kill me but I needed to get in there. It was my patient I needed to make sure that he was okay, for fuck sake there was blood everywhere from what I am told. I glare towards the guard. "Now." I say gritting my teeth. He stared at me for the longest of moments before finally moving, he grasps the key and then starts looking around for the first air–kit. "Was he alone in his cell?" I ask and I frown when he doesn't find what he was looking for me.

"He was alone." His voice is soft and I frown, did he hurt himself? He wouldn't do that would he, he wasn't suicidal was he? He places the key in the opening and I take the key, and then the first aid-kit pops up, it looks like something that came from before I was even born. "We don't know what happened, but when I went to check there was blood." I furrow my brows. Wow so that really helped me.

I place the key in my pocket and take the kit in my other hand as I start to make my way towards his room, one step in front of the other. I felt nervous, even scared because I had no idea what to expect, I have never had a situation like this before. I stop and turn towards the door and look to the small opening, the moon shining into the room shedding some light on blood marks on his wall. What happened?

"Damon?" I call out to him, I waited for a few second for him to reply, but it was quiet. To quiet, like he wasn't even in the room at all. "Damon?" I call a little louder this time taking a step closer to look into the room but it's covered in complete darkness.

I pull the key from my pocket and places it in the slot. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." I almost jump as I hear Marcel from next to me. Where the hell did he come from? Was he here the whole time? I look to him and he looks just as spooked as I was.

"I… I called out to him, and it doesn't seem like he's in there." I say as I regard the male next to me.

"He's been here since dinner, no one let him out. I think it's a ploy to get out." Marcel says and I frown. Maybe that was the reason, was I really that stupid to believe he wouldn't try to escape. Maybe he was trying to break out and now I wanted to go into the cell, hoping that I would be stupid enough to let him escaped. But then again there might be something seriously wrong with him and here I was standing outside letting him die.

I turn the key. And Marcel raises an eye brow at me he moves forwards towards me like he wants to stop me, but I shake my head from side to side stopping him. "Go switch on his light, then wait outside till I need you." I say pushing the door slightly open.

"Dr. Gilbert please don't do this…" Marcel says but I frown.

"Trust me I can handle him." I say sounding rather sure about myself, trying eagerly to hide how frightened I really am and then the door is pushed open fully and I know this is the dumbest thing that I have ever done, this man in this cell was a killer, he could do anything to me, the fact that he wasn't constrained by either a straitjacket or handcuff made it much more worse. I was willingly walking into open fire, into this danger zone. I take a step inside the cell, the floor is sticky, I can hear Marcel rushing down the corridor to turn on the lights of the cell.

I take another step into the cell and the darkness is consuming me from head to toe, I need to keep my balance, the floor is wet and slippery and I could easily slip. I turn and look from side to side. But the darkness is beyond black. I wrap my free arm around myself staying in one position until the light would finally be switched on. My foot slides from underneath me and I tumble to the floor with a yelp, the first aid-kit falling further into the room beyond my vision.

My arms and legs now covered in the substance and I try to vigorously wipe it off but the more I wipe the worse it gets. "You should be careful where you step," I hear his velvet voice, the door silently being pushed closed, until finally it is closed, I hear the lock click. I stop breathing all together, I don't know where he is or from where his voice was coming from. The room was in complete darkness and I felt blind.

"I…" I start but I have nothing to say as I stay completely still, I shouldn't even move at all.

The light goes on and the whole room is covered in red, there is red everywhere from smudges to hand marks. I gasp as I look at the bed, and the walls and broken mirror on the wall above the sink the shards of mirror scattered on the floor. I turn to the side and as expected he was standing next to the door slightly behind me, a sadistic look on his face, it seemed out of place as I stare at him in complete shock. My heart is beating so load that I think he could hear it, and I finally remember that I need to breathe. I slowly turn while still on the ground to look at him soaking my jeans to where I feel the liquid on my skin.

He's leaned against the wall casually with one foot on the wall, his lightly blue hospital pants hanging low on his hips and shirt is smeared with blood. His mouth and neck covered in said blood, it seemed to be that all the blood is from him, and there was no other person of interest in the cell.

"What happened?" I ask as I regards him and his left hand reaches forward, a slender piece of broken mirror making itself visible. I gasp, placing my hand over my mouth, regretting it instantly because now my mouth was covered in blood as well. Damon snickers as his eyes remain on mine, he leans forwards and finally he pushes of off the wall the only evidence left is his foot print and his back print on the wall. He kneels in in front of me with the shard still firmly in his hand.

His eyes meet mine and his eyes are illuminating. "I couldn't wait until tomorrow to see you…" Damon says as he squads in front of me, I try to remember to breath but it's hard. I evaluated him, there a small scar on his forehead, the blood dripping to his neck, his hands was covered in blood completely, they were cut, over cut, there were cuts from his hands to his wrist, some of them up to his elbow.

"So you try to commit suicide?" I ask softly but a bit more harshly and I think the fact that I am his Psychiatrist is now out of the door and I am in full doctor mode as I reach for the medical kit. He looks into my eyes and I hope he finds there what he's looking for. The hand with the shard of glass reaches to me and anyone who didn't know what was going on or what the situation is would think that he would be stabbing me but he just reaches out the shard towards me and I silently take it. Placing it next to me.

"Elena!" I hear from the hall and look to the small opening where Ric and Marcel is now standing. I hear some fidgeting and then there is a stomp as Ric's eyes go wide with fear. "We can't open this door! We can't open the fucking door!" Ric yells looking towards Marcel who has a sheepish look on his face. And he really looked scared out of his mind. Was it strange that I wasn't even scared?

"Calm down Ric I have the keys." I say as I keep a firm grip on his wrist that still seem bleeding I seem way too calm to be in this position with this man.

"Elena we need to get you out of there." Ric almost yells towards me and I frown. It was not like Damon had planned all of this and that he has a hidden agenda. But the more the two morrons looked into the cell the more Damon pulled away. I didn't want him to pull away.

"Ric, go get me some medical equipment for the medical wing take Marcel with, clear a new cell for Mr. Salvatore." I say as I glare towards the two men, they waited more than a second before I shot them another glare and I looked towards Damon who's still kneeled in behind me. I watch them slowly turn around and start to make their way, away from the room, they seem unsure. I have never been this risky in my life before.

"Damon… What's going on?" I ask trying my best to keep still as I look back towards him, I didn't want to make any sudden movements when he was kneeled beside me, he places one hand on the floor next to him to balance himself, his eyes never leaving mine. There were drips and drabs of blood on his face, smeared around his handsome face. He seemed sinister and it chilled me to the bone that I found it almost arousing. To the point where I was shivering. I had never seen something so frightening yet exciting in my whole life.

"I couldn't wait to see you..." Damon says, his eyes tired, black circles keeping them in locked cages in his slim face. I haven't seen him like this before, he looks like he hasn't been sleeping at all, he looked worse than he did when I saw him yesterday. I felt disappointed in myself that I didn't come and check up on him sooner but I had other work, who was I kidding? I just thought he didn't want to see me after he ended our session so brutally. I want to reach out and touch his cheek but I didn't want to risk it, I don't want to risk him getting more violent or lashing out towards me, I look down to his hand and wrist, it's covered in blood, I am covered in blood, I am distraught by how I look and this only seems to amuse my patient even more as I see him smile.

"You are my patient." I sat still as I forced my mouth to move, I can't take my eyes of off him, they captivate me somehow. He slides his head to the side his eyes never leaving mine as he watches me, I slowly reach for his hand touching slightly, trying to look at this wounds. "You're my responsibility." I half say in a soft tone because all in all he was my responsibility and I had to take care of him. If anything happened to him or he did anything I would be held accountable.

"So you left your boyfriend high and dry to come and attend to me?" He asks his question catching me completely of guard as I stare at him in shock. How did he know that, how could he have known that? "I feel special." Damon says leaning closer towards me. I reach for the medical kit, flipping it open and grabbing a piece of bandage and gaze as I start to dab it on his hand.

"What makes you think that?" I ask my eyes still glued to him. I needed to play cool, I could not falter in my response, to have him know he has this much hold on me.

"The nurses and the guards talk you know. The nurse's likes to gossip about you and how your idiot of a boyfriend likes to go around your back and visit the lovely doctor Olivia, maybe he gives her a lollipop with every visit. I can't even understand why everyone is so hot and bother about him, he's nothing special." Damon said as he keeps on leaning closer and closer, raising his other hand towards my cheek. "And the guards, don't get me started on all the ways they would like to bend you over your office table and fuck you five ways to Sunday," I freeze as his blood soaked finger reach my cheek, he seems unfocused. And then he slightly touches my cheek and I dab too hard on his hand but he doesn't even flinch like he doesn't even feel pain.

I gasp at this; this could not be true could it? I mean they would just be joking. I wasn't sure if I was shocked that he touched me or that he would say something like that. "I can see why thou, you are one beautiful woman, I wouldn't mind having my way with you. Keeping you for myself. Not let anyone ever lay a hand on you again." He says tracing his finger down my cheek to my chin. I dare not move as I watch him intensely. "But that fuck face you call your boyfriend should stop under appreciating you, you deserve more than his cheating ass, maybe I should do something about that." Damon says moving closer. I am frozen as I look to him.

"That's not true…" I say as I wipe at his hand again seeing the gash he had left with the shard of glass. He really did some work on himself with that shard.

"Which part?" Damon asks and I watch him as he smiles from side to side, letting him continue the way his hand is softly stroking my cheek, covering me with blood, his blood like he's claiming me.

"All of it." I say finally cleaning his hand and half of his wrist, his skin so soft. "You can't believe everything that you hear Damon. I mean people talk nonsense all the time." I say looking down at the wound on his hand. He seemed so at ease at the moment as he sat with me, his hand still firmly on my cheek. Not that I minded but it felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"Elena… "That velvet voice again, I look into his blue eyes. "I wouldn't tell you about anything I don't believe myself…" Damon says and my eyes go wide. What did he just say? My mind is too clouded to think as I hear a bang on the door and we both look to Marcel and Ric, they are standing there with big eyes watching us.

"Elena!" Ric yells and I move a step back as I look at Damon and then I look to Ric. Maybe he was right... Maybe there was more then what I thought that was going on in this hospital; anything was possible I mean this was a mental hospital after all. I let go of Damon's hand and rise to my feet reaching for him to rise as well but he remains in his spot.

"Let's get my patient to the showers and cleaned up." I say. I look down at the raven haired man as I extend my hand towards him and he takes it without hesitation, he doesn't even flinch when he grasps my hand the wound pressing against my hand. I pull him up onto his feet but I don't let go of his hand, there is something about our skin connecting that lets me continue holding his hand firmly, I start to make my way towards the door pulling the key from my pocket and opening the door. "Damon, follow me." I say with a bit more authority pulling the door open. Both Ric and Marcel stares at me in disbelieve, like they can't believe that I am treating this man like this.

"Shouldn't we confine him?" Ric asks and I raise a brow towards him. How the hell was he going to shower while being confined? And I still needed the wounds to be cleaned so he needed to wash them in order for me to take care of it.

"We…" I stop and I rephrase me sentence. "I'm taking him to the bathing chamber and back, I doubt you let him shower in a straitjacket besides I want him moved to cell 3. Get one of the other nurses to clean up this room and another to wait in the cell to attend to his wounds." I start to move but it seems that I was the only one moving, about two feet out of the cell I look over my shoulder, Damon was still in the same position he had been in only thing separating us was our arm's length. "Salvatore follow me."

"But Dr. Gilbert..." Ric starts but I shake my head from side to side. If he wanted to hurt me he would have stabbed me with the shard of glass that now lied abandoned in the cell, I had full faith that he would not harm me.

"I can handle him." I say pulling him towards me and he stumbles somewhat forward, I think he's still as shocked as I was but his steps are small yet he keeps pace with me.

"Dr. Gilbert none of the nurses are qualified to attend to your patient." I hear Marcel say and in hospital code that meant that none of them wanted to help him, I could understand, they all feared him but still that didn't stop us from doing our job, and besides I would be in the room with them or would they have him moved to the infirmary?

"Then I'll attend to the patient myself…" I stop for a moment and almost roll my eyes at the two idiot males standing off to the side. "Damon…" I say and this seems to catch him of guard as we start to move towards the cell doors, the bathing room was near my office and we would be required to do some walking to just get there, so we needed to cover some field. I can feel Ric, well rather hear him, not too far from me as he slowly follow us at a safe distance. He wasn't going to allow me one moment alone with this man even if I wanted to be alone, which wasn't an option.

I feel slightly frightened that he would do something, anything at that fact. But he silently follows me without saying a word, like a little child would follow its teacher. "Are you in pain?" I ask glancing over my shoulder at the man in question, the nurses are nowhere in sight which has me questioning where they could be as we stop at the nurses' station. But then again I was walking down the hall with a serial killer dragging behind me.

"A bit." I hear him say and I turn to look at him, he was dripping blood as we walked down the hall but I could clean that later. I would probably clean that later. I let go of his hand, I'm covered in his blood, we look like a set of twins with the blood covering both me and him. How could one person bleed this much?

"Can I trust you to stand really still and wait for me to get some pain medication?" I ask. He smirks at this which makes me doubt that he would do what I was asking of him. But I trust him, I trust him enough not to move, if he moved I could just follow the trial of blood that was dripping from his hands and I would eventually find him. "Or die of the pain that you are in?" I ask changing the weight from one foot to the other. I have a smile on my face because I can see Ric looking at me from the distance and I can tell he has his tranquilizer with him. Damn morron, trust him to watch over me.

"I promise nothing." Damon says below a whisper but I walk away nether the less and move to the back of the nurses station. I knew they kept some pain killers somewhere around here, I just needed to find it. I bend over before I am reminded of how the guards would love to bend me over. I blush at the thought and look behind me but it only seems that I am paranoid because there is no one and nothing behind me. I kneel down. I didn't want anyone bending me over at the moment even if I was beyond sexually frustrated.

I look around and then I finally see what I am looking for, a little medication box that held simple yet helpful medication. I pull it closer and rise to my feet looking around, Damon still in the same spot he was where I left him a minute ago. Good boy. Now I needed a fresh pair of clothes, where would they keep that? "If I were clean clothes where would I be?" I say mainly to myself.

"In the cabinet behind you." I don't think that I could or would get tired of that velvet voice. I smirk as I place the medication box on the counter and move towards the said cabinet that held the clothing for the patients. I must be crazy or going out of my mind but I pull open the cabinet and find a pair of pants and a shirt for my patient not even minding to check the size. I place it on my arm and grab for the medication box, I was smearing everything with blood. Shit. I look to Damon, well I would wash my hands when he was showering. A bit of his own blood wouldn't harm him till the morning right?

I walk towards Damon. "Come on." I say as I start to make my way towards the bathing chamber. He starts to move and I can hearing the padding of Ric's feet down the hall as he starts to follow us again. We make our way to the bathing chamber and soon stop in front of the group bathing chambers. There were private bathing chambers but they were on the other side of the hospital and we would need to walk past most of the patients rooms. I didn't want that for Damon. I still didn't trust him enough to be among other patients. "You are going to go in there, and get cleaned up and get dressed." I say as I turn towards him.

"You want me to go in there alone?" Damon says frowning. I turn towards him and then frown.

"Well…" I say as I look at the man in front of me and he's smiling all the way, a devilishly smirk plastered on his handsome face. I didn't want to go in there with him, neither did I want to see any form of him without his clothes. He wiggles his brows towards me. I roll my eyes okay maybe seeing him without his clothes wasn't that displeasing than I thought.

"You can't have me unsupervised in the shower when I clearly have suicidal tendencies." Damon says and I raise a brow, okay so he was right, yet I still didn't believe I got myself in this situation.

"You want Ric to join you?" I ask as I look toward the area where I know Ric is hiding behind a wall.

"You have blood on your hands." Damon replies and frown as he looks towards my hands, it was true, I needed to wash my hand, my face, hell I needed a shower just as bad but I would need to tend to my patient before I could get that well deserved shower. "Well you have my blood all over you." He says and I frown as I look down at myself. Stating the obvious aren't we? "You know that you're understaffed and it's night and well, you're security guard needs to be worried about the patient who just sneaked into the nurses counter as we made our way towards this room." I frown as I look back towards where I saw Ric but indeed it was true, he was nowhere in sight and he was currently chasing the female patient from the nurses counter.

I sigh, pushing open the door as I go into the bathing chambers, I had no choice but to go into this bathing chambers. I wait for Damon to follow me and soon he glides past me into the vast room, filled with shower heads and tiles. This chamber wasn't used that much anymore since patients needed their privacy, which I could understand. He smirks as he starts to take of his shirt, letting it drop to the floor in a heap, I hope he didn't think I was going to pick that up after him. I slowly walk into the room to the side and place the medication box aside on the floor with his clothes.

I keep my eyes on him and he knows that, because he's putting on somewhat of a show. "You going to join me?" Damon asks and my eyes go wide, he wasn't serious was he?

"Don't think so." I say closing the door and turning back towards him fully as he shimmies out of his pants revealing more of him then I ever thought that I would see. I can't say that it was a displeasing sight, I mean the only thing that was displeasing was the fact that he was covered in blood. But he was perfection from bottom to top and mind I say that I stared somewhat at the display. I mean the guy had a toned chests, a six pack for heaven sake. And that v-line that lead to his well-endowed …. I bite my lip as I look away. "You need to clean up so I can look at the wounds on your wrists." I say as I look towards the ground.

I'm trying hard not to think of my patients rather aroused lower appendix but it's rather a pleasurable display. "You like the show?" I hear before the water is turned on and then I can hear him step into the water. Fuck it and his knowing mind.

"Don't do that." I say as I focus on anything but my patient standing stark naked underneath the shower head.

"Do what?" Damon asks. I look up towards him, well his face, as the water and blood drip down his face to his neck and his chest.

"I'm trying to understand you but you always have this way of…" I trial of as I watch him closely, his face slightly turned towards me.

"Disorientate you? Confuse you?" Damon asks. I bite the inside of my lip as my eyes connect with mine.

"Talking in circles. I need to evaluate you but you're making it very difficult." I say looking towards the door when I look back he's in front of me. He's dripping wet as he looks into my eyes, searching mine. "What…" I half gasp.

"I can be more difficult…" Damon says as he place's his hands on my shoulders, holding me in place, the water mixed with his blood seeping into my shirt. "Do you find me attractive?" Damon asks and I am taken by complete surprise as he looks into my eyes. I gulp, I did find him strangely attractive. He raises a brow at me because he knows that and it frightens me.

"No…." I say and he leans in closer towards me. I bite my lip and I am tempted to turn from him but I stare at him, I fucking stare at him like a pathetic love sick idiot.

"Yes…" Damon counters and I am feel his breath on me, he's an inch away from me and I swear that if he moves a bit closer that our lips would meet. But he keeps looking at me. He smirks somewhat then pulls away from me and strolls casually back towards the shower he was busy using. "If your rent-a-cop wasn't about to walk in here then I would have made you scream my names into oblivion." Damon says as a matter of fact and my eyes go wide as I look to the door right on queue as it opens and Ric pops his head in.

"You still okay?" Ric asks and I feel like I have just been ambushed, caught doing something that I shouldn't be doing.

"Yes." Was my only answer but I was anything but okay.