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

Chapter 11: Chapter 11

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

I know I took forever and a day to update but hell I was busy, even when I wasn't busy I was busy with something. And I do take note of all the spelling error I am re-reading everything to rectify it, so when I am not fixing typo's I am working on a new chapter. I just noticed that my author notes of the previous chapter made no sense. I am so Sorry but here we go.

I have decided to change things up, shout-out will be at the end of each chapter.

I made a little change within the story, tell me if you notice and if you like it maybe I will continue.

Thank you to everyone that left me a message and a review I appreciate it! There is progress in this chapter, and I think there is more then I wanted to give but I hope you enjoy it..

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Chapter 11

I'm so hot, I ignite,
Dancing in the dark and I shine.

I have no idea how the weekend passed me in such a blur, it was like one blink and it was over and done with, something of the past, I didn't even have time to salvage a minute or two too myself. It might have something to do with the fact that I had a well-deserved date with the bottles of wine I nursed after getting home but then again they were finished by Friday night and I had to go out again to get some more. So another trip to the shop was done early Saturday morning again. Sue me? I was thirsty. Would you believe it if I said that I have heard nothing from Tyler since Friday? What a fucking surprise right? Since I broke up with him over the phone, such a Joe Jonas move, I know? He must really be pissed off at me or taking my words way too seriously, which he should. But then again I knew where I now stood with him. There would not be an awkward break up phase where we try to avoid each other. But we were avoiding each other that was the thing. But then again I'm reeling because he didn't even try to pick up a phone to phone me back or text me or anything. I guess I had it coming. What comes around, goes around I guess.

And then there was this urgent management meeting Josette bombarded me and the rest of the facility with, she wanted us to attend because she had some pressing matters, which was her words not mine. I understand that it all had something to do with me and my patient and what happened. She warned the staff to steer clear of the high profile patient which is now common knowledge. She also informed us of the substitute for Klaus, seeing that Damon's little stunt yesterday did more damage than we thought, Klaus has taken a leave of absence for the time being. Pussy. Josette went ahead and changed some of our patient schedules and assigned some of my patients to Dr. Bennet and Dr. Elijah Jackson, the substitute for Klaus, I had no problem with Elijah, he was a rather great doctor, Bonnie said he was good in the sheets as well but I would skip that part. But the whole meeting could have been dealt with me in private seeing that some of those patients are mostly my patients, I just think that Josette didn't think this through and she had an unusual approach to this. Like everything she ever does.

But even the meeting passed in a blur, there was no time to raise your opinion or to stand your ground, it was comply and complain later. Like always. When Damon said he would give this hospital a reason to fear him, he was pretty serious and spot on when it came to that, I never took him as a serious man until now, it made me wonder what type of other threats he would make to get his way. I tried not to think of Damon over the weekend, it just ended up with me drinking out of the bottle and playing handsy with myself, I regret saying that. And when I drank straight from the bottle it was always problematic, because I can't stop, I could never stop. So my Damon induced thoughts were drowned by bottle after bottle after bottle of wine. I just didn't know how to answer him or his stupid question, I didn't have answers for him. I didn't know what I wanted. I wasn't sure what I desired, because I couldn't just say I desire him on a silver platter now could I? Don't get me wrong here, I wanted Damon, I desired his body but there had to be more than that when it came to him. He wasn't just another pretty face.

I wasn't looking forward to our session, because I didn't know how he would react when I didn't have any answers to his questions. I was still a bit conflicted on how he acted Friday, how he thought I had romantic feelings towards Klaus, who was merely a co-worker, how Damon got so possessive over the fact that I was trying to protect Klaus. When in all fact I just cared about Klaus' well-being and nothing else and I told him that. That's what co-workers, or rather friends do right? They look out for each other and that was what I was doing for Klaus, I didn't want Klaus to be hurt in any way. I still feel guilty about how Damon had man handled him and then there was that small part where Damon told me that I am his, what did he mean by that? Was I hid next victim? Was I next on his left I wasn't sure. I was so confused by everything that came out of his mouths

I look to my watch and its 5 minutes past eleven, Damon was late for his session, or rather Ric was late for the session, he was surely giving Damon the talk, but I doubt Damon would listen to Ric. Might my patient have done something yet again that would make them late? I doubt it, Damon knew he only had one more chance at keeping me as his doctor and he wouldn't play with it, or take Josette's threats lightly or I just hope so. I wasn't looking forward to this session, I was undecided on what I would be talking to Damon about today. I planned nothing, I didn't come prepared at all. I had no game plan what so ever. And I wasn't sure that I could just wing it like I do with some of the other patients. Damon was one of those special; cases that know if something wasn't right and he would probably see right thought my hungover façade.

I look around the room and sight, I have no idea why I chose this room for our session as well but a change in scenery could improve but I doubt it. I mean Bonnie used this room as a session room for patients that wasn't admitted in the hospital. It was well furnished, a lovely grey swayed couch to the left, and then there was the two matching dark grey chairs, one of which I was currently sitting in. A coffee table separating the chairs and the couch and then to the side there was a rather beautiful book case, its appearance wasn't beautiful but the books that filled it's shelves was the beauty of it. Sometimes I would sneak in here just to borrow one of the many books that adore the book case that were kept here and I would lose myself in one of the books page for hours on end or so before getting back to work.. But today wasn't one of those days, I had a patient to attend to so all my mind should be on was him.

There is a light knock on the door and I look to it in wonder that must surely be Ric with my patient. "Come in." I call towards the door and patiently wait for it to be opened. True to my thoughts Ric opens the door and pokes his head into the room, looking from side to side to make sure that the coast is clear before pushing it wide open, he walks into the room and I watch as Damon casually follow in his foot-steps. As soon as Damon is in the room he walks towards the couch, standing next to it, looking quite out of place. I rise to my feet. "You're late." I call out of all the things that was running around in my mind, Ric drawing his attention to me momentary and rolls his eyes. He gives me a sheepish grin, running his hand through his sand blonde hair.

"Sorry about that, Josette held me up." Ric says and I suddenly get this image of Josette pressing herself against Ric while pushing him to the wall and doing some rather remarkable naughty things, I go bright red as I desperately try to rid myself of the image that was mirrored by myself and Damon just a few days prior. "Are you going to be okay? Or do you want me to sit in?" Rics ask and he has this worried look on his face, he's still worried that Damon might try something with me, but I doubt that we were worried about the same thing. I look to Damon who has an aggravate look on his face before I smile towards him, I watch as his features calms down and then he's blank and then I turn to Ric with a bright smile.

"I'm good. One more thing before you go Ric" I ask as I watch Damon lift his head towards me, and there is something different about him that I had completely missed when he came into the session room. I can't help but notice, the 5 o'clock shadow is missing in action and he is now clean shaven, I smirk at this, I liked this. "Please remove his straightjacket before you go?" I ask sweetly and I struggle to form words as I watch Damon's handsome face, he looks tenfold cleaner without facial hair but I did enjoy it from time to time, I mean he was really good looking, I might like him more now than ever, I liked him with his stubble but this new look was much more appealing.

Ric smiles towards me but I can see he doesn't really want to do as I asked. Which I can fully understand because of what happened Friday but it was part of the deal, if I wasn't mistaken I was the one who added that to the deal. "Sure." Ric says moving towards Damon, I watch as Damon glances at him over his shoulder as he starts to work on the belts and strings and soon the jacket loosens around Damon's body to the point where he can wiggle out of it, he takes the jacket in his hands and lightly place it on the coffee table in front of it, he was already a pro at this. Ric furrows his brows at this but says nothing, it would most likely fall to death ears anyway as he turns on his heel and makes his way back to the door. Before leaving me alone with my patient he stops and turns towards me one last time. "You'll call me if you need me right?" he asks and he seems unsure that I wouldn't do as he requested.

I give him a bright smile and I nod my head as I smile towards him. "Of course, see you in a bit Ric." I say and he seems reassured by the fake smile that I have plastered on. Good. I didn't need him snooping around in any case. As soon as the door is closed I turn towards Damon, but he is focused elsewhere, he's looking out the window towards the gardens that surround the hospital, he's admiring the view of the gardens and its beauty. I wonder when was the last time that he was outside? I knew it would be a long shot to ask Josette permission to let him into the gardens but maybe with some work and effort we could request it in the not so foreseeable future. I take a step back and take my place again on the dark grey chair behind me, I watch as Damon moves towards the window and he places his hand on the glass. "Damon?" I call to him but he doesn't look to me.

"Hmm?" he replies and I find it strange, this was a whole new approach on his side but then again every time I see him or meet him it's a different situation and he reacts differently, I should stop being surprised round bout now, his emotions were are over the place and I needed really to start accepting him with all his consistent mood changes. Because one of these days he's evasive and on other days he's talkative and his aggressive. I would need to look into that as wall. Maybe there was something wrong with his mood.

"How are you feeling today?" I ask looking up to him and then referring to his wrists that are still bound by cotton from last Friday but he just shrugs it off shaking his head from side by side but I think Damon has something else on his mind slightly hiding the wounded area from my view. He slightly turns towards me, smirking, he always wore that damn smirk when he thought of inappropriate things that he wanted to propose to me and it made him even more irresistible because I knew what would happen if those thoughts and words follow, they would sauntering and become sex relate. Always. I bite the inside of my mouth to get my thoughts away from how attractive he is looking today. And I know that it's going to be hard. Damon turns his back to the window and then places his hands on the window sill as he looks to me.

"With my hands, I can always test them on you, feel you up a bit, if you don't trust me." I raise a brow at his answer and I watch as he wiggles his fingers towards me, he has a sense of humour today, maybe he forgot about the question he had asked me on Friday. Maybe I shouldn't even mention it maybe he would have forgotten all about it.

"I'll take your word for it." I say as I cross my one leg over the other and sit back in my seat. He seems relaxed today which must indicate that he's finally settling in here at the hospital. Or it could mean something completely different, I would need to ask him about that if he decided to be less evasive of my questions. "How was your weekend?" I ask trying to keep the conversation light hearted until I start with the serious questions.

Damon's eyes meet mine and he almost chuckles, something must be amusing to him that I do not know of. "Despite the fact that I was constantly thinking of you, I think I might have given your janitor a heart attack thou." I frown because I have no idea what he was talking about, I straighten up in my chair placing my hands on my lap waiting for him to continue. "I think he's a pervert thou, what type of man watches another man jacking off?" I almost choke on my own spit as I take his words in, did he really just say what I thought he did?

"What!" I choke out and Damon chuckles at this pushing from the window sill, he slowly makes his way to the couch to my side and my eyes follow him.

"He stayed there watching me until I finished, I find that pretty weird. Does all of your staff enjoy watching other people get off?" Damon says and I want to hide my face because I was blushing quite brightly as I stare at him in disbelieve and I am reminded just how I got off over the weekend with him on my thoughts. I mean was he really telling me that he was masturbating and the janitor caught him? "I wouldn't mind you watching though, but then I can't promise to keep my hands to myself." At this I look away hiding my face as my hair slightly fall into my face. "I love that shade of red on you." I look up at him, the words slightly reminding me of when I was covered in his blood. I shake my head from side to side trying desperately to pull myself together.

"Let's change the subject." I say, my hands fidgeting with each other, so I can take my mind of the sight that I am imagining of him… playing with himself. But it was pretty hard, I mean he's thing wasn't hard, but trying to get the image out of my head was hard seeing that I already saw him naked and there was nothing left to the imagination. I knew the potential that he was hiding down south in his light blue pants.

"Are you uncomfortable about the subject of sex or masturbation?" Damon asks and he seems to be sincere as he takes a seat on the couch, sitting back relaxing into the soft texture.

"I'm just a bit more conservative about certain subjects." I say and it was true, I was conservative when it came to speaking of sex, actually anything sex related. I still had some moral values that I carried high and I felt proud about it. There was nothing wrong with that.

"Thank God, I am not a nymphomaniac then." Damon says, his eyes lighting up. "Or then you wouldn't be able to treat me and that would be a pity." He continues as he looks to the side at the book case he has yet to notice. Yeah thank goodness for that, I'm not sure I would be able to handle dealing with such a patient if it was a man. But it did raise a few questions that I would want to ask.

"May I ask something?" I ask a bit unsure if he was even going to answer me truthfully.

"You just did, but seeing that you're my favourite, you can do anything you wish and I will comply, but only for today." Damon says, I might just have a chance to ask his some hard hitting questions that has been scratching at the back of my mind since Friday, since I went through his file again.

"Did you ever have any sexual relations, I mean have you ever had sex with your victims?" I ask and I lean a bit closer, I needed to give him my full attention, maybe then he would take me seriously. Maybe then he will give me the truth, I watch his eyes and he diverts eye contact from me for a few seconds before he looks back towards me and he takes in a deep breath.

"No." came his simple answer yet he stared at me with so much intensity that I wanted to read into his one word answer. "I never had any sexual relations with any of them, you see prostitutes are full of viruses and they are just dirty, I would never even consider it, to have sex with them or if you would like to refer to it at sexual relations." Damon says and I see the playful glint in his eyes return as he smirks towards me yet again.

"Okay," I pause as I try to rephrase the sentence that I would like to ask. "Then what attracted you to them, to kill them?" I ask, Damon sits forwards in the couch and there is a vast amount of emotions currently on his face that I cannot describe. It's like he's thinking of a way to evade my question or he might just answer it truthfully.

"You want the truth?" Damon ask, his eyes diverting again to the book case. I had a slight feeling that he was going to be evasive but I nod my head nether the less confirming that I would like to hear the truth from him. "I did it because of the thrill of the rush, they have this sense of doing anything just to stay alive, its' do or die. They would get on their knees pleading to me to spare their lives; they would reach out to me, to give me something they think I want just to keep living. But I didn't want what they offered, I mean if I wanted a blow job or a fuck I would go to any bar and pick up a decent one night stand. And besides why do they want to continue to live anyway when their pimps pump them up with so many drugs that they actually hate their lives to the point where they want to die? In my own opinion I did them a solid favour." Damon says. I'm surprised by his answer, I didn't expect it at all.

"This one girl, Tammy… Tamara… Tia… I can't remember it was something with a T. Well something with a T was on her knees reaching out, fidgeting with my belt, and she was so high at that moment that she wasn't even sure what the fuck she was doing, I wasn't even sure what she was doing, she kept on fidgeting and stumbling to the point where I just shoved her off of me. I didn't want her filthy hands touching me. I gave her a quick and easy death instead of the normal slice and dice. Breaking her neck while she was still kneeled in front of me ready to suck my cock, I still remember that crackling sound her bones made as I turned her head to look the other way." Damon smiles as he recalls the event and I want to shudder. There was another point that raised concern in my mind.

"There were signs of cannibalism on your victims. Why would you eat them but you wouldn't have sexual… sex with them?" I ask, his eyes move to mine yet again, and he frowns at me like he had no idea what I was talking about, that what I said was absurd.

"That must have happened after I killed them, do you really think I would eat those disease rotten filth?" Damon asks and he seems hurt that I would think such a thing of him, but it was in the case file, there were signs, I had to make sure of all the facts that was presented. "I would never consume anything like that, but you on the other hand, I wouldn't mind being consumed in you. I wouldn't even think twice." I do note how he plays with his words and that wicked smile he has when I start to blush.

"So you never ate them?" I ask just to confirm his answer and to change the subject away from him consuming me, I watch his face closely, and he seems to be honest, and hurt by the fact that I was doubting him and the answers that he was giving.

"No, never even took a bite, I have no idea how they even linked that to me, I might be severely mentally disordered but I am no cannibal." Damon continues. So some facts might have been wrong, but the fact that he killed so many people still didn't sit well with me. "But I do like to bite people when they push the wrong buttons." Damon says and I chuckle at that. Note to self, do not push Damon's wrong buttons he might just bite me and not in a good way.

"Then I can understand why they would say you are a cannibal. But what do you get out of this if you attack them? If you hurt them?" Now I was mostly referring to the likes of the security officer that dropped him at the hospital, the nurse who's finger he bit of at the court house, Klaus.

"I enjoy it when people fear me. It's a sense of power over people I guess." Damon says as he continues to recline on the couch, today just seemed so much different than all the others, even thou I was having a rather shitty day, he was talking to me, he was openly telling me things that he almost always kept to himself. This day might not be as bad as I previously thought. This might be some kind of break through or he just felt like talking. Or he was seriously fucking with me at this moment.

"You know I am not scared of you." I say, Damon looks up at this, he's grinning like a fool which makes me want to laugh but I contain it as I watch him just a small smile present on my face.

"Well, Dr. Gilbert somehow I know that you have a small part within yourself that fears me from time to time, and that's thrilling but strangely enough I don't want you to fear me. I don't want to hold that power over you. But I do know you lust after me and that makes it worth it because that right there is the power I want over you." Damon starts to chuckle as he says this and I even giggle somewhat but he was right to a point and I knew he wasn't joking, I would never tell anyone that openly but again I think it was just one of the things we shared and bonded over in secrecy. "Have you thought of my question of Friday?" Damon asks and we turn serious again. I was dreading this conversation. I didn't know what I wanted, what I desired. I didn't know how I was going to answer him.

"In what aspect did you mean the question?" I ask nervously biting at my lip, I look to my side momentarily, something in the garden catching my eye but it was just the clouds playing in the sky, they come with promises of rain.

"I didn't mean material things. If that is what you are asking." Damon returns as he lightly straightens up in the couch and his eyes are on me, he seem to be interested in what I am about to say yet I have no idea what I was going to say. What did I want? I mull the question over in my head a few times thinking of everything that I could possibly want that I did not have. I want to be happy because right now I was down in the dumps, I want to be loved… I wanted to belong. I take a deep breath, this was a rather depressing thought, I shouldn't even be talking about this kind of things with Damon. He seems concerned as his eyes meet mine for a second. Like what I might say would break me, crush me.

"I want…" I stop and look down at my hands that are currently resting in my lap…I look as the lines on my hands, the folds, and it doesn't even help one bit, I finally intertwine my fingers with each other and look to Damon.

"You want me, I know that already but I said no material things?" Damon asks leaning forward on the couch chuckling somewhat, he places his hands on his knees like he is perching on the couch.

"I want what everyone wants… I want to be happy, and loved and I want to feel like I belong." I half mumble in a very depressed tone, but the look on his face softness, I can see the small crease in his eyebrow as he frowns. I never spoke like this to anyone and I can't understand why I was telling him this, was it maybe because we were both so different? That we didn't fit into society. He diverts his stare momentarily before looking back to me.

"Why don't you feel like you don't belong?" he asks and this time I frown, but his question is innocent enough. Before I can even open my mouth he rises to his feet abruptly and he moves towards me, his steps are slow and planned until he is right in front of me and he kneels down, our eyes meeting. "Why would you feel like that?" Damon asks and he seems sad that I would say such a thing about myself. He almost looked angry that I would have said such a thing.

"I just feel sometimes that I am not a necessity to this world. I'm useless but from time to time I don't feel like that, you're just catching me on an off day, I guess." I say lightly placing my hand to my face, lightly brushing my fringe out of my face. Damon smirks at this before he snorts. I furrow my brows at him because I didn't expect him to react like that, his expression immediately changes to the points where he looked worried and concerned.

"The smell of your hair, the taste of your mouth, the feeling of your skin seemed to have gotten inside of me, or into the air all around me. You Elena Gilbert have become a physical necessity to me that I will nor can share." Damon says, reaching his hand towards me and I never fear when he reaches for me because he would never hurt me, stopping my hand in its tracks. It feels like he's looking into my eyes but he's looking at my soul. And right now, at this rather vulnerable state I am in, my soul feels bare, and his eyes are admiring my naked soul. This is not a position to take likely when you are me and Damon is a serial killer, sociopath. "You don't need to be a necessity to the world, but you are a necessity to me." Damon says softly stroking my skin and I shiver at his soft touch.

"I thought I was the physiatrist here." I say giggling somewhat nervously remaining completely still.

"I can't always be the patient here… "At this I let out a laugh, from the pit of my stomach as I smile at him. "I take it you broke up with your boyfriend… Might that be the reason why you are not your happy go lucky self?" I stop my laugher immediately as I look to the side, making it clear that it was indeed true. I want to give him some kind of smart ass remark but I bite them back, I had this coming, me and Tyler would never have worked, and it had nothing to do with Damon. I look back to him, a bit harder than before.

"Let's not ruin this session with something so irrelevant." I say as I feel Damon wipe his thumb over my cheek. His lips turn up and he knows he has won, that I had left Tyler. His smile was rather brilliant as he sits back on his heel and he admires me for a second. I actually wonder what is going on in that beautiful head of his.

*Damon's POV*

She looked different today, but not in her appearance, her mood was completely off. I could tell something was wrong from a mile away as soon as I walked into the session room. I lightly stroke at her face, I miss the blush that she constantly wears when she's with me but it's rather shy today, I can't seem to boil her blood enough to get a reaction today. That red tinge just made my day.

She looks lost, her eyes are all over the place. Seemingly she's avoiding the subject of that twat that she used to call her boyfriend, I take it's safe to assume that she took my advice and she left him. Good, I couldn't stand that man, if I was given the chance I would force some minora blades down his throat and admire the view as the blades cut through his skin, he would drown in his own blood. It would be rather painful and slow. I couldn't care less. I just didn't want him to come anywhere near my Elena. Oops did I just say 'my Elena'? I guess so but I wasn't that far off. She was mine, she just didn't know it yet.

"Then what will we be discussing?" I ask my thumb reaching her lips, I so desperately want to run my thumb over her lower lip. I missed those lips during the weekend. It was the only thing on my mind that kept me rather sane. I was far from sane thou and you and I both know that, I am a rather psychotic sociopath. Not that I mind, it was rather blissful from time to time, to be different. I always refuse to be like every other person that roams this depressing earth. I pull back my hand, I didn't want to scare her anymore then she already was.

I move back until I am flat on my ass in front of this brunette beauty with her doe eyes, she is always watching me, and I find that I love it, I love her eyes watching me constantly. That first day at the hospital was rather messy, but if you can find it in yourself to look past the choking and the biting and the blood. I almost chuckle at that but then again she came running to my cell, even when the others warned her not to, when they tried to keep her from me. She looked into my cell and she looked straight in to my eyes, right into my soul which I doubt I have. But I guess every living breathing human being has a soul. I just think that my soul is a shadow of what it once was.

She doesn't show her fear towards me, she might think I would take it as a weakness but I knew that I scared her, I like her bravery and how she stands up to me, she challenges me, and not only mentally but intellectually as well. I watch as she sits back in her chair and she sighs like she doesn't want to do this, she doesn't want to be in this room with me but I doubt it, she loved seeing me. "Tell me anything that you want to, I would just like to listen to you talking." Elena says resting her head against the back of the chair.

There was a lot of things that I could tell her but I'm no preteen that spills the beans as soon as the opportunity reveals itself. Besides if I told her my life's story right now she would be bored to death and her evaluation of my messed up mind would be quicker than planned. I was playing this time line, I don't expect to get out of jail nor would I try to escape but here there was something else, I felt like I belonged here among the crazy fuckers. They always told me that if I had no reason to stay I should go but my reason was sitting right in front of me at the moment. I was completely and utterly drawn to this woman who I never even knew existed.

She was my only reason at the moment to not break out of this stupid little lunatic asylum and continue ridding the world of prostitutes galore. I mean I was doing good, I did it to be better, I have no idea why I hate prostitutes so immensely or profusely, I absolutely loath them, and the urge to kill them burns bright when I come in contact with them. Maybe it was because my father enjoyed there company to the point where he knocked up my drug addict of a mother. He didn't stay once he knew, he vanished like a thief in the night. I never heard or saw him again and my mother only told me that much, she was always high on something, she couldn't even remember his fucking name for God's sake. She was a whore as well.

I don't want to think of that, I don't want to think of my past, how my mother and myself were taking in by the Nigerian men, how they seduced her with their drugs, how they used and abused her. It was absolute rubbish, I hated that part of my life, I hated being reminded that my mother would leave me days on end to go 'work' meaning she would go to her Nigerian Pimp and spend a week or two there forgetting all about me. I shake my head from side to side and look at Elena. I wonder what her life was like when she grew up, hopefully it wasn't as bad as mine. She most likely grew up in a double story house in some lovely golf estate. I seriously had mommy and daddy issues.

"Ask me something." I finally say, she shifts her head to the side as she regards me for a few seconds, she must be wondering what on earth she could ask me, I think she might doubt that I would answer any of her questions as well, I just loved being evasive. Actually I just love toying with her, I took each and every opportunity I got to make her blush.

She lightly bites her lip and she pulls it into her mouth as she gives me a soft smile, God this woman was something, everything that I wanted, I was still fighting with myself on why I didn't want to do anything to her, why I was being like this with her, why I would never raise a hand to her, yet I freaked out Friday when she stood up for her bloody co-worker. She would be the death of me I knew it. Every time I glance at her, every time I hear her voice I am drawn to her like a moth to a flame and she was blazing brightly like the sun.

"How did you constantly get away with the murders?" the question is odd, I have never heard it in this phrase and believe me I have all the questions there is thrown at me in one form or another. I furrow my brow and lightly reach out until I touch her leg, she's wearing sandals and her toes are painted a soft shade of green, which is a rather odd colour all together if you ask me, I would prefer blue on her or black. I lightly run my finger over the bridge of her foot, she doesn't even move she just looks down towards me, her eyes tired and dainty. I knew why she was like this and it was my fault, but it would get better, it always did.

"I'm smart." I reply and I can't believe that that was the wittiest thing I could come up with. I knew I was smart, hell I had a 4.0 GPA, a law degree and a medical degree and an IQ that would put some people to shame. I would need to withhold that bit of information for the time being. I watch her smile but it's not all the way, like it usually is.

"Then how did you get caught?" she asks, the thing is, I didn't get caught, I didn't get sloppy… It was one mistake that I made, that one mistake lead into me actually handing myself in. But enough about that. I slowly rise to my feet removing my hand from her foot. I should distract her before she starts asking more and more question that I just do not want to answer at the moment. Not that I have a problem to answering all her questions I just think there is a right time and place and now was not that time nor place. But my only other option to distract her was moving closer, I knew when I got closer to her she forgets everything around her, but I never know whether she wants me to move closer or take a step back. I can barely control myself to stay away from her so it's just a very hard situation…And I am not referring to the constant erection I am sporting. I mean they pop up when she's around like irritating porn ads when you are on the internet.

I lean forward until I place my hands on the sides of the chair blocking her from getting away, I see her quick intake of breath, her cheeks slightly tingling with a pinch of pinkness. I smile leaning closer to her until the tip of my nose almost touches hers. "How does anything in this world just happen?" I ask her, my eyes focusing once again on those doe eyes that keep me captivated and at bay. Since I met her I haven't felt the need to be in control of anything much less my own life. It's strange not to want to kill something worthless, maybe it's because now I was the one who was worthless in this equation? I wasn't at the mercy of my own hands, I was in her hands. I lean closer, my nose brushing against hers and I can see her visibly shiver, I loved the affected I had on her.

"Everything happens for a reason…" she mumbles her breath coming in faster than usual, I'm not sure if she wants me to move that last few inches and ensure that our lips touch or if she wanted to keep her distance but her hands are still neatly folded in her lap and if she wanted me to stop she would push me away like she usually does, I know in what big trouble she could get if someone saw us, or if someone found out that I was making advances towards her and she didn't stop me but I loved the thrill of being caught.

"Like me being attracted to you?" I ask smirking somewhat, she blinks twice and then I feel the heat radiating of off her skin and she turns that lovely shade of red again. I love red on her, but not blood, when I saw her covered in blood last week it threw me in a down pour of tragic memories that I never wanted to relive again.

"And you being this close to me…" she breaths, I can see that she is unsure, that she is scared. Was she scared of me? I doubt it, she would not have been sitting in this room if she was scared of me, she would not come near me. "Damon…" I love hearing my name leave her lips, I move a bit closer, her lips slightly turning up at the side, oh she wanted this… I smirk as I watch her.

"Dr. Gilbert do you like me?" I ask innocently but I am sure she can notice the undertone of those words. "Are you attracted to me?" I continue to ask sliding my head to the side and I watch her eyes, those beautiful eyes where I find peace in.

"Damon…" She's fighting against this and I don't want her to fight it. I sigh tilting my head to the side.

"Elena, the longer you hide your feelings for someone the harder you fall for that person." I say and at this she looks up to me with a confused look on her face. It lightly turns into a smile before her eyes meet mine again.

"Have I ever lied to you?" Elena asks, the question has a double meaning and I know that she wants to prove a point with all this. I shake my head from side to side indicated a 'no'. She smiles at this. "They say if you have a crush on someone, your brain will find it impossible to lie to that person…" she continues. From all that blabbering I just got one thing out of this, she has a crush on me, like a lame school girl crush and here I was falling into something that I barely knew what it was for her, my inkling feelings for her was more than just a mere crush. I grit my teeth and move my head to the side, I might just get frustrated with this, with her. "Psychologically proven, it only takes 04 minutes to fall in love…" As those words leaves her mouth I feel her hands on the sides of my face pulling me to look at her.

Her eyes meet mine as the words sink in, whether those words meant what I think they met or whether she just used them in some kind of mind fucking strategy I have no Idea, I reach out to her and soon my lips cover her lips, hard, she's pressed up against her chair to the point where I have to pull her closer or just get on the chair myself but my lips never leave her lips, she's sweet and charming and she's like a drug to me that I never want to stop using, I was hooked on Elena, her lips, her soft body pressed against mine. I nibble and I lick and I suck at her mouth and I hear her throaty moan, it only arouses me more, to the point where I pull her up into a standing position and she can clearly feel my erection against her stomach, her eyes are brightly lit as she stares at me in complete shock. I pull away from her for a few seconds and whisper to her ears. "Don't temp me like this." And to prove my point I pull her to me again and she can still feel my erection against her stomach. She takes my bottom lip into her mouth and nibble at it slightly but it only drives me insane as I attached her lips once again, kissing her to the point where she's moaning and panting my name into my own mouth, I take a step forward looking for any possible form of stability and the next best thing that I find is the wall and I push her small frame against the concrete wall.

She pulls away for a mere second to look at the surroundings and her eyes grow weary before she looks back towards me, she has this look on her face that I can't place, that I can't understand. "Damon…" was her loan word as I stopped all my plans to remove our clothes and take her right there against the wall.

"What?" I ask a bit irritated that I have been interrupted now but thus I was calm, and I was okay with it.

"As much as we both want to do this,,, we can't. Not here." Elena says and my body just stops moving and I no longer keep her in place. "I need to know that there is more to you then just a fantastic face, and an amazing body, and you being evasive… I want to get to know the real Damon, the Pre-Jack de Ripper. I need to understand somewhat of what you are." Elena says and I swear I just lost my boner right then and there. What a way to get a guy of? I keep her arms against the wall keeping her in her place. But her words reply in my mind. 'as much as we…"we"' she wanted this just about as much as I wanted it.

I lean in closer my lips just a whisper away from hers I wanted to understand what was going on her mind, I needed to understand what she was thinking. If she looked away. Or diverted contact I would know, I would understand and I would take a step back from her, I just needed to know if she wanted me half as badly as I wanted her. I don't know what's wrong with me though because she was all that currently mattered, what she said was law. One of my acquaintances would surely tell me that I am pussy whipped when it came down to this little piece of perfection in my arms. I never considered a person, much less a woman like this but here I was standing with her in my grip staring at her brown eyes.

"Damon…" Her voice is hoarse and it seems that she's trying to fight herself to not show any emotions towards me but it's a usualness effort because I already know how she feels. I move my hands to her face and stroke her cheeks softly, she looks down, diverting any and all eye contact. I pull her from the wall and then she's in my embrace and I hold her in place as I wrap an arm around her and I try to calm her beautiful confused head. Elena was having a little mini meltdown on her own as well so I tried to calm her, I tried to make her relaxed, I stroked her head and I massages her back but nothing worked.

"Elena are you okay?" I find myself asking and her eyes made contact with mine again, she's tired, she's confuses, she's depressed but the last thing was, she was scared… She was scared of me. I pulled her against my chest and start to coo into her hair and kissed the top of her ears and head and that lead to me kissing her lips and she didn't turn away when I did this, she embraces every action that I do. "Have you ever met someone, spent less than thirty seconds with them and you know 'I could easily love you?'" I ask as I stare into those pools of brown.

"You could easily love me?" came her small question and she looks up somewhat, her eyes meeting mine. Why would she even question this? I was love-crazed about her, I knew the second that I had laid my eyes on her that she would be the one to conquer all the demons that play among my soul. And deep down inside of her she knew that she loved me to. She loves me for the way I never will leave her and I love her for the thousand ways she makes me sane… I mean stay. It's a win-win situation I would say, I look towards her doe eyes, they are searching yet again for something I cannot give just about yet.

"The question should be whether you could love me…" I placed that question out there and Elena's eyes lit up as she looked to the side and then her eyes solemnly focus on me, a shy smile sets in and then she leans closer almost whispering into my ears the following words that I would never have anticipated.

"Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you any way." I stare blankly at her for what feels like hours, on hours, because I'm not sure if I heard her correctly, the words eco in my mind because I never expected it… I never anticipated it nor did I think I would hear such words coming from my dear sweet Elena. Nor did I expect the kiss that followed, she took a hold of me with both her hands and she kissed me like it was her last kiss that she could ever give…

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