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

Chapter 16: Chapter 16

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Chapter 16

We can do what you
Want to do, ooh, ooh.

I walk towards the session room taking my time because I know that I will there before Damon I always was, it was near my office so it wasn't that far to walk, Damon's sessions was getting closer and closer to home, and by home I mean my office. I smile at that thought, I still feel shaken up with the whole Tyler thing that happened only minutes ago, how could he do that? I hope that this wouldn't do a round in the rumour mill at the hospital, I would want to keep this from Damon, I remember how he got when I was trying to save Klaus from his deathly grip, I wonder how Klaus was doing. I would need to call him up and check up on him, but I would do that right after my session with my sociopath. I actually enjoy it as the thought runs around in my mind. My Sociopath…

I place my hand on the door knob steadily and twist it to the side before pushing the door open. To my surprise Ric is sitting in my usual spot as he looks towards Damon, he has this worried expression on his face, I frown to Ric before looking to Damon, but I can't see his face at all so I can't really tell what the hell was going on. The only thing I can see is the back of his head, his mess of raven hair pointing in every which way. I look back to Ric as he rises to his feet swiftly, I was still pretty angry at him and we haven't talked since Monday but I was slowly getting over it, I couldn't stay angry at him forever.

"Ric." I acknowledge his presence in the room and I start to make my way towards the seat he had occupied without even making eye contact with him, he takes a side step and then he makes his way towards the door that is still open wide. At first he doesn't say anything at all but I know that he's dying to say something, to tell me something.

"Elena," he pauses as he looks to Damon for a few seconds and he still has a worried expression on his face, it caught me of guard because the first time I saw that look on his face was when he spoke to me after Jeremy's death. I shake my head as I take my seat and I keep my eyes on him I didn't want to remember that talk that we had after my brother committed suicide. "Could we maybe talk after your session?" Ric asks and it's like he is very sceptical about this and I find this strange, he either had shitty news that he needed to share with me or something was wrong with my sociopath, or there was something wrong between him and Josette, my mind flicker through the three options and then I stop myself because I didn't need to overthink this.

"Okay." I say taking in a deep breath and I watch him nod his head, not saying another word as he leaves the room leaving me and Damon alone, closing the door behind him. That was completely un-like Ric and it was surprising because he never asked to see me he just walks into my office unannounced and we talk, and we talk for hours non-stop, he has never asked for permission in his whole life, maybe he thought I was still angry at him, which I was but not to the extend to where he needs to ask me to see me. I look to Damon but he's not looking at me, he's staring at the ground in front of him, slouched over on the couch like the first few session that I had with him. What was wrong, no welcoming committee or anything? "Damon?" I call to him and it takes a while before he moves his head to regard me.

I take in his appearance, and he's wearing his normal hospital clothing, the long light blue pants with the short sleeve shirt, I notice that he no longer has bandages covering his wrists or arms, which I took of last night, guess the nurses didn't put them back on, his hair is dirty and messy, and he's sporting some 5 o'clock shadow, he didn't shave this morning, in his own way he is as sexy as always but I love him clean shaven. When his eyes meet mine they seem to be cold and hard, where were those loving blue orbs of last night and this morning?

I am shocked when he rises to his feet, it's faster than he usually moves as he moves to me and I rise to my feet as well as I stare at him in complete shock. He moves forward to the point where I can feel my back pinned against the wall behind me. I huff at the discomfort and the impacted, he has his one hand on my chest and the look he's giving me is murderous. He almost seems completely insane as he stares at me, to the point where I am actually frightened to even say a word to him, he just continues to push me against the wall, bracing himself with one palm again the wall on my right. He's trapping me in place and I have nowhere to escape to.

"Damon!" I almost yell at him, his eyes are beyond crazy as he stares into my own, he looks like he's about to commit a murder, I have never seen him like this and I have no idea why he was acting like this. Had I done something wrong? What had happened that he snapped like this? I just couldn't think of reasons for him to act like this fast enough. I was worried and I was scared.

"Elena, you are mine…" He says every word slowly in complete calmness as he continue to stare into my eyes making my slightly uncomfortable, like he need me to understand what he is trying to say, like I need to know this, like common knowledge. "Mine." He repeats and my eyes go wide, I have no idea what the hell was going on at the moment but I knew Damon was frightening me, and he has never frightened me before. This was the first time.

"I'm yours." I repeat in a whisper to him as I move my hands in between us, placing them on his strong chest, his heart is beating so fast that I can't even count it, it's almost like it wants to break free from the ribs that confine it, if he continued this he would surely get a heart attack or high blood pressure or something. But I don't push him away, I'm not strong enough to do that and it would be the worse decision ever, I just keep my hands on his chest as I stare into his eyes. "What's going on?" I ask softly trying to understand, his breathing is erratic but not the same as when we were intimate, it's almost worse and my question only seems to anger him more. Something was seriously wrong and I needed to know what.

"If he ever places his hands or anything on you again I swear I will kill him…Slowly." Damon grits his teeth as the threat leave his mouth. "I swear to God Elena, I will kill that sun of a bitch if he ever lays a hand on you again." Damon says and then realization dawns on me, he must have seen when I chased Tyler from my office, he must have seen Tyler kiss me, I shudder when I am reminded about that kiss but I keep my eyes on Damon. I need to calm him down. He needed to know that it meant nothing and that I was his, and I was only his.

"Damon it's okay. I chased him way, I chased him away. He won't be coming back." I say faster then I intended to and it comes out as a rushed mess, and I try to move one of my hands to the side of his neck before I cup his cheek in my hand and I lightly stroke my thumb over his stubble, it's prickling my fingers lightly. "I'm yours…" I whisper quietly as I continue to stare into his beautiful eyes. "Only yours…" I continue in a hushed voice hoping that my words will calm him to the point where he would let me go, that he would be okay. His possessiveness is beyond me and frightens me, but it excites me on the same time.

The pressure of his hand on my chest is soon removed but he place his hand next to my head on the wall and I am still caged in within his embrace, with nowhere to go. "Mine…" Damon repeats and I can see the uncertainty in his eyes slowly fading as he continues to stare at me, he had so much desperation in him over the current situation that I felt pity towards him, it made me wonder had he ever gone through something like this, someone trying to steal what is his. I lean forward slowly, keeping my eyes on his until I give him a sweet peck on his lips, it only lasts for a few seconds before I pull back.

"I'm only your." I say trying to reassure him in some form that I was going nowhere and that I was his and I would remain his until he didn't want me anymore. I place my head to his forehead and I give him a sad look until all the crazy disappears from his beautiful eye that I love so much, it takes some time and it takes some staring but his facial expression softens as he flashes his eyes over my face, looking for any traces that I might be lying but I would never lie to him, not in this world or the next. I take a deep breath and before I know it I am wrapped in his arms and he pulls me to him, almost crushing ever bone in my chest with the intensity of the embrace.

"I swear, I will kill him…" Damon mutters into my ear and I freeze as I listen to the hushed words that threatens another person's life. I don't know how to reply to that, I mean I didn't like Tyler but I didn't wish him dead, okay I actually killed him in my dream last night but that was complete different he was a fucking Zombie after all, but surely he had a death wish if he came near this hospital again. And I know if Damon is to see him again at the hospital it wouldn't be considered as a death with but he would execute hit as well without hesitation. Damon slightly pulls away from me before grasping my face in his hands. "Did he hurt you?" he asks and I can't help but smile at his sudden change in his mood and how worried he sounded with the urgency in his voice.

"I'm okay." I reply and I offer Damon a smile but he still seems alert and anxious, like he really had done something wrong to harm me. His little outburst made me wonder if this was how he got before he committed his murders? I doubt it, what had happened now was completely different, I took him more as a cool and collected man not this anxious man currently holding me. "But you're worrying me Damon." I say a bit more firmly, at this he blinks a few times looking down, and then he slowly removes his hands from me taking a step back, before he takes another and another and soon he's back on the couch where he was originally. "Damon?" I ask and for a moment he doesn't look at me, it's like he's composing himself.

When he looks back up towards me he looks like his old self, smirk in tow, oh how I have come to love that damn smirk. But I frown and take a deep breath as I take a step from the wall I was pushed up against, I pull my clothes straight before taking another step forward. I decide that I didn't want to sit on my chair today, I would just sit next to Damon, I craved his closeness at the moment, he had worried me a lot the previous few minutes with his behaviour. I walk over to him and take a place next to him, almost on his lap but I think that we would end up just like we did last night, he doesn't move or shift he just continues to sit there, it seems like he has an internal battle with himself currently on figuring out the way forward.

"Are you okay? Can we start the session?" I ask as I place my hand on his thigh, he looks to my hand for a few seconds then he looks to me, his eyes meeting mine, but I can feel him tremble at my touch and I love it, but this would stay strictly professional today, okay only for now, we could still think about mouth-watering sex later tonight when I came to visit him.

"Yes, sorry about that." Damon was actually apologizing to me, this was the second time in the time span of 12 hours. What the hell was happening to him? He gives me his infamous smirk that makes my knees weak and then he playfully winks at me, how the hell did he do that? Just snap back to his cool, calm collected self? "What do you want to know today beautiful?" He says and he winks at me again, making me blush a soft shade of red due to the compliment that he has given me, it's strange for me to hear him call me a pet name or something like 'beautiful' I haven't really had that in like forever Well never actually.

"Um…" I say as I bite my lower lip and I pull it into my mouth. What was it that I wanted to talk to him about today? Ah yes now I remember, I wanted to question him on the girl, you know, the one he let go or who got away or whatever happened. I needed to understand what happened there and why he let her go to understand him a bit better. I needed to understand what went on in that beautiful dangerous mind of his when this happened or what did she do that he just let her go if it was something that she did. "I need to ask you a few questions about the Richmond incident." I say and he nods his head timidly at this.

"Yes I killed the prostitutes and planted them in the Mayors house. He was a prick and a pervert, two things that didn't sit well with me." Damon says out of the blue and that was not what I wanted to know but I nod my head numbly as I listen to him confess.

"I wasn't talking about that." I say a bit more firmly and I actually didn't want to hear that but hey at the start of all of this I thought that it was the Mayor who killed all those woman and then he just wanted to cover up his promiscuous past but now I was proven wrong. Good to know that little fun fact, even though I would have felt more at ease to know it was the Mayor and not the man sitting in front of me. And it kind of rules out that the Mayor did not kill the college girls, like I also thought. "Could you maybe talk me through the whole incident? What happened before you killed the college girls, specifically the college girls, what led you to them and then what happened, why did you kill them?" I ask sincerely as I glance around the room before my hands land on my lap again unsure if he would even tell me this information.

"Only if you give me a blow job." I did not expect that, and I give him a rather grim look but he smirks like he always does before he starts to chuckle. I cannot believe that he had just said that, I smack him playfully on his shoulder shaking my head from side to side, dismissing the idea almost instantly. I glance at him again and he just gives me this suggestive look that makes my eyes go wide.

"Maybe later." I say and at this he chuckles. "Please Damon serious now." I say with authority in my voice sitting back in the couch and he remains upright on the edge, his foot lightly tapping on the ground, was that because he was nervous on telling me or was that out of habit because this was the first time he has done this, but soon he moves back into the couch, the tapping stopping and he rests his head on the head rest looking up at the ceiling above us.

"Okay. But promise I'll see you later tonight then?" Damon asks and place my hand on his, intertwining your fingers together. I loved touching him, it gave me a sense of relaxation that washed over me like an ocean, splashing against me time and time again. I just loved that feeling.

"Promise." I reply. Surely I would spent another night at the hospital so I might as well just see him, well I was planning on it, I wanted to spend as much time with him as humanly possible without anyone in this place noticing our strange behaviour and they start to question it.

He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling and goes quiet for a few seconds surely to recall the events of his horrible past that happened. "Well, I was new in town, I just came from Florida, I don't even know why I chose Richmond, I just happened to stroll in to the town and one night I was walking down the road to a pub, I think that call it Grizzlies, I think, well any way that's where I met Ric …" he stops dead in his tracks, did he just say that he met Ric before all of this? I sit forward and I look at him my eyes questioning him on this new bit of information that he has yet to share with me. How long was he planning on keeping this information from me?

"You know Ric?" I ask in disbelieve complete derailing his whole story. He looks at me and then frowns like he shouldn't even have mentioned it to me. I know both myself and Ric went to Richmond when we went to college and I am sure that Ric would have told me if he ever met Damon, unless Ric didn't know it but I doubt it, Ric knew people, he was good with faces, he would have recognized Damon, I am sure of it and he might just not want to tell me.

"Yes we might know each other." He's being cryptic about his answer as he looks to the side avoiding me stare. "But that's a story for another day beautiful, you want the real story or not?" He asks, but my curiosity is now peaked with the whole Ric thing, I needed to know how long he knew Ric and if Ric knew it was him and what the hell was going on here because my head felt like bursting into little pieces with this little bit of new information that he had just shared with me.

"Yes but include the part where you and Ric met." I say in all earnest, I needed to know the whole story about Richmond, from start to finish. Maybe I even met him while he was there and I didn't know because those days are pretty hazy and blurry to me. But I highly doubt it because I mean I was between my parents house and school a lot those days, I barely saw Ric back then not to mention hang around pubs meeting serial killers.

"Fine. But stop interrupting." I nod my head, I would interrupt again even if I really had to, but I needed to know what happened. I needed to know more information about what happened. "So I was on my way to this Grizzlies pub. When I happened to notices this woman standing on the corner, she was wearing a pair of shorts that barely covered her ass with a tight little crop top, her breasts almost peeling out. I knew she was a prostitute, I just knew it right away and I got so frustrated, the way she suspiciously looked from side to side to see if her pimp was around, or the police or whatever. When she saw me she beckoned me closer with her hand with a seductive smile on her face, I felt sick to my stomach." I feel him shudder as he remembers the events, I could see he disliked the memory he was bringing up but he needed to do that for me, but he continues nether the less.

"At first I didn't want to go to her, I didn't want anything to do with her, but then again my demons told me that I would have fun and that I should go to her and I slowly made my way towards her, the closer I got the more I saw of her, the dark circles that adored her eyes, the needle wounds peppering the skin on her skinny arms, she was clearly out of it, high as a kite. As soon as I reached her she gave me this seductive smile that only angered me further to the point where I could only see red. She told me $50 and she would show me the best night of my life." Damon seems disgusted by the words that leaves his mouth as he continued to talk. "She kept on telling me that she would light up my world like the 4th of July, that she would show me a good time, and I just lost it, I completely snapped, I didn't plan on doing it at first but she just punched all the wrong buttons. I just pulled my blade from my pocket without thinking twice and I sliced her neck wide open, watching the blood spill from her veins, and the thing was we were in an alley way, not my usual spots of in the distance where no one could see or hear. I just couldn't help it, she was just really getting on my nerves. And when she fell to the floor, and her blood soaked the ground surrounding me on my little isolated island of pavement, that's when I hear a yelp or was it a scream? I can't really remember but I turned around to see what had made the sound." Damon explains and now his hands are indicating as he continues to tell the story, I just sit back and I listen closely to every word that leaves his mouth, he seemed so engulfed in the story at the moment like he was reliving it.

"I saw her, well I saw one of the college girls, she was standing off to the side, she had seen me, she had witnessed what I did to the woman that now laid lifeless on the ground at my feet. I couldn't have that, I couldn't be caught over something like someone witnessing a murder I committed and I just panicked not really sure what to do because I completely fucked up and I needed to fix things. And I needed to fix them as fast as possible. I followed the running girl to the Greek house where she stayed and I followed her into the house without out hesitation, she even left the door open in her haste to get away from me. Most of the girls were sound asleep when I got there and everything happened, but it was like a domino effect as soon as I took the first one's life, I still remember how they begged me not to kill them, to spare their lives, they would not a tell a soul what they had witnessed and it only spurred me on even more to take their lives, to fix this problem I had created. I had to take their lives, I didn't have a choice or I would risk being caught and at that moment I just didn't want to be caught. But I felt so fucking guilty because they didn't do anything wrong, I had killed 9 innocent girls, that first girl was just at the fucking wrong place and time. I didn't even do anything to the girls like I used to do with all my victims, I just killed them and I just left, I couldn't stay in that house any longer, it was suffocating me, I was completely covered in blood, in there blood, and I felt guilt wash over me and that's when I walked into the street and there … there she was." I notice the little pause Damon has, but I keep my mouth as I continue to look at him in bewilderment, I needed him to continue because now he would be speaking of the one that got away, the one that lived.

"Another girl, she was literally in the wrong place at the wrong time. She saw me and she froze in her spot staring at me, she had tear tracks on her cheek, fresh tears threatening to fall, she seemed so sad as she stared at me, I don't even think that she notices the blood that I was covered in from head to toe, her eyes just flickered to the knife in my hand as she took in there scene around us." He stops and looks to his side unsure how to continue with his story but he could not stop now, I needed to know more. What did this girl do to get away, he was caught red handed yet again so why would he let her live?

"What happened after she saw you?" I ask pushing the matter a bit further but Damon refused to even look at me when I lightly poke at his leg to get his attention back on me and the conversation that we were having, he takes in a deep breath and releases it slowly like there is a huge burden on his shoulders.

"I rushed over to her grabbing her wrists in my hand while silencing her with my other hand over her mouth, I could have her scream, I couldn't take any more risks then I had already done, I just pulled her to the house because it was the only place where I could go at the moment or people would surely see us. But I just couldn't kill her in the middle of the street and risk fucking up yet again, I had already fucked up several times before. I was fully intending to kill her and just leave everything to start moving to the next city. Once we were in the house behind closed doors she just looked from side to side in horror as she saw the blood, the other girls scattered from side to side, blood stained the walls and the floors and I don't even know how I got blood on the ceiling but I did." Damon takes in a deep breath before he looks back at me, his eyes finally meeting mine and he almost seemed ashamed about this whole story. "She started to panic, I could see it in her eyes but she said nothing as she stared at me her eyes full of wonder and bewilderment, and that was just strange all together. Those tear stained cheeks standing out as more tears rolled down her cheeks making fresh tracks as they roll down her face, I raised my hand yielding my knife and that's when I heard her start whimpering. But she wasn't pleading to me to spare her life, to keep her alive, she actually wanted me to kill her, she fell to her knees in front of me and desperately pleaded to me to just take her life, to put her out of her misery, she didn't want to live anymore, she couldn't continue to live in this sick word. I was astounded because this has never happened to me before, they always plead to me to stay alive and that's why I killed her, but she wanted to die and I just couldn't give her what she wanted." Damon says looking distraught and I am caught by complete surprised by this revelation. This turn of events. Well I was surprised by his story and the actions that has followed to tell you the truth.

I continue to look at him, I needed to know all the information that he was willing to give and I needed him to continue his story. "I fell to my knees right there in front of her because something was seriously wrong with this girl, she wanted to die, she wanted me so badly to kill her but I couldn't, I just couldn't do it. Her eyes just held so much pain in them, I couldn't do it. You stared in to my eyes…" I raise my hand to stop him in the middle of his sentence, did I just hear him correctly.

"You say 'you' stared in to my eyes…" I say a bit unsure and then realization hit him with a bang and he recovers immediately as he sheepishly smiles towards me.

"I meant 'she' stared in to my eyes, sorry about that I was just staring in to your eyes at the moment and got a bit tongue tied." Damon says and he seems truly sincere as he says this and I nod my head at him to continue. "She stared at me and I just couldn't do it. I couldn't find it in myself to kill her and put her out of her misery. I left her there in that damn house and I assume she left after I left and I have no idea where she could be." Damon continues. A few days ago he was reassuring me that the State would not find the victim, that she would never be found and I was under the impression that he knew where she was but now he was telling me something completely different but it's okay let's just flow with this for the time being and see where it goes.

"You almost got me worried there though. Because you could have met me as well in Richmond around that time and I wouldn't even remember a thing about it right now." I say with a giggle but it's not even something funny, I was being dead serious but he doesn't seem to find it one bit funny as well, his lips remain in a flat line, but I guess I would have remembered if something like that happened to me while I was in college, and I mean after that incident there were a bunch of girls that actually left the college in fear that they might fall target to this serial killer as well. It was a possibility that one of them was the one that got away. Damon remains silent for a few seconds longer as her regards me carefully not really sure on how he should continue, there is something on the tip on his tongue but he refused to tell me.

He looks back to his lap to our hands that are intertwined with each other and then he frowns a deep frown. "After that, I was overcome with guilt for killing people, well killing those girls who clearly didn't deserve it, I was being selfish because I only cared about whether I would get caught or not, that led me back to my intended bar where I eventually met up with Ric. And we became drinking buddies, we drowned our sorrows together for the following week. I think he was there because his girlfriend got an abortion or something." Damon says and now I frown again because I know what he was talking about.

"I remember that, it was shortly after my brother passed away, and then Jenna got pregnant, or she was already pregnant, I remember her dad scolding her at the funeral for being so stupid to have unprotected sex and getting knocked up." I recall and again this is a new bit of information that I remember from that time that I never knew, I didn't even know that Damon knew about Jenna.

"You know Jenna?" Damon asks in disbelieve, I almost chuckle at that, I guess Ric never told him that Jenna was my family, to be more direct, she was my cousin.

"We are family actually." I say and his eyes go wide at this.

"Good thing I didn't kill her then," I think I choked on the breath of air that I inhaled as he says this and I stare at him in complete disbelieve. He wanted to kill me cousin? What the fuck? Where did that even come from, it was an absurd thought. And why would he have wanted to kill her in the first place?

"What?" was the only word that I could manage to form at the moment because I couldn't help but get confused? This was all so confusing and I didn't understand one bit of it.

"She was a real bitch to Ric by the way she reacted, I mean he didn't get a say in the matter on whether she should go get an abortion or not, and you should have seen how shaken up he was, he was torn in to a million pieces, I'm surprised his not in an alcoholic reduced coma at the moment." he says more firmly, I never knew this, things about Jenna pregnancy was hush-hush and it wasn't really mentioned or something you casually bring up on social occasions with the family. "We just joked any way." Damon says but that's still not reassuring. He still contemplating whether or not to kill my cousin because she was an Ultra bitch to Ric.

"Okay back to basics, continue with your story." I say as I adjust myself in my seat, I am overcome with goose bumps as I think that Jenna might have been a body on Damon's case file, I'm not sure how I would have reacted to something like that. I mean it wouldn't sit well with me at all. But then again she wasn't killed or murdered and I should not over react on this subject. Now was not the time or place.

"I drank with Ric numerous times before the next incident where I staged those bodies in the Mayors house." Damon chuckles at that shifting his gaze towards the chair in front of him. "But that's about it, after that I left Richmond and never went back." Damon says nonchalantly like it doesn't even matter. But I guess to him it didn't matter anymore it was in his past. Well in his past. Something was still bugging me though I was still thinking about his earlier mistake. I needed to ask him something about that and I wondered if he would answer me.

"Damon, you clearly know I don't remember some parts of my past, that specific time period being one of the specific parts I can't remember, if that girl you set free was me, would you tell me?" I ask him honestly and I expect nothing less from him, and it took some time to perfectly phrase that question, but it made me curious, and I needed to know because what if it was me and I never knew.

Damon goes completely quiet for a few second as he continues to stare at our hands, he slightly strokes his thumb over mine. "Would it change anything if you were the girl?" Damon asks and he seems aloof to my question. I knew Damon was good at being evasive but now was not one of those perfect times.

"I'm not sure." I reply as I look down to our hands as well, something told me that I didn't really want to know the answer to my question.

"You know she's the reason I gave myself in? That I could handle the guilt of killing those innocent girls and that one girls was my constant reminder of the bad things I had done." Damon says and yes I knew that he gave himself in, I just didn't know why but I guess now I knew why, that girl was a constant reminded of his guilt. Before he can continue to tell me the answer that I am waiting for there is a light knock on the door and we both look up as I release his hand instantly and he moves somewhat on the couch, that it seems that we are not sitting on each other's laps, putting a reasonable distance in between us.

The door opens and both of us look behind us to see who had interrupted my session. Elijah pokes his head in and then he furrows his brows when he sees that we are sitting on the same couch instead of opposite chairs like we should or usually do. "Elijah?" I ask with a deep frown on my face. "Did you need something?" I ask politely hiding the fact that I am completely irritated by the interruption.

"Bonnie needs you to help with Enzo. It's pretty urgent or I wouldn't have interrupted your session." I frown, was Enzo flipping out again? He got lonely from time to time and then he's full on suicidal and then he didn't want anything to do with Bonnie or any other doctor, he just wanted me, and only me because he says that the other doctors don't get him, they don't understand that there are killers out there waiting to kill him, that the heavens will open and giants will descend to crush his skull. I know I shouldn't humour him by listening to every word that leaves his mouth, that I should not agree to every little thing he says when in this state, but he was delusional and the only way to calm him was to sit with him and you needed to try and understand what he was going thru and I was the only one that was willing to do that. I look down to my lap, no one was going to help Bonnie or Enzo, I knew he only wanted me even if Bonnie was the one that specialized in his case.

I look to Damon for a moment and I gag his reaction regarding this but he only seems surprised not even one bit jealous or overprotective like he was with Klaus and Tyler. "Damon would it be okay?" I ask and Elijah might even find this strange that I would ask Damon such a thing, that I would ask a patient permission. Because I was the doctor and what I said goes. So I didn't need approval from my patient to do something. But things were different between me and Damon then how I was with my other patients.

"You can bring your patient with you, Enzo's in the recreation room. Myself and Bonnie can keep an eye on your patient while you assist with Enzo." Elijah says and he really seems shaken up by Enzo's antic which catches on off guard when you have never seen his behaviour before, it could get out of hand and he has even scared Josette to the point where she tried to give him a tranquilizer. I look to Damon again and then he just nods his head to me even in approval even thou I knew he didn't want to do this, I could see it clearly in his eyes.

"Sure." I said and I had to keep my eyes from rolling as I raise to my feet, Damon on my tail following my every move.

*Damon's POV*

I take a seat to the side in the recreation room, not at all happy with what was going on, I didn't want our session to be cut short, I was so close to telling her about everything but then some lunatic loses his mind on us, if it was any other lunatic then I would not have approved but I was curious to see what was wrong with fire-boy. I'm keeping a close eye on fire-boy who is currently in the corner a few feet away from me and he has a crazed look in his eyes, I haven't ever seen something quite like it. I notice a sharp object in his hands as he fidgets around from side to side, he almost looks bewildered as he glances at the occupants of the room. Elena is now talking patiently to Dr. B on the side as they try to figure out what the hell is going on with the man in the corner and how they would approach him, the thing was they shouldn't even approach him, he was clearly unstable. Enzo's eyes meet mine and for a moment he just stares at me, I could see the fear in his eyes and I don't know whether to feel uncomfortable or pity at the sight that I see before me, I have no idea why I would even feel those emotions. But his eyes remain on me and I wonder what had him spiralling down, out of control making suicide his only option.

Dr. J has rounded up all the other patients that had been in group session with Enzo and he is keeping them off to the other side of the room, while the security take them to their rooms one by one, I guess it was for security purposes. Ric is here as well, he's closely monitoring Enzo with that darn sharp object which he tries dismally to hide from our view. My only question was, if he wanted to commit suicide why hasn't he? Why was he waiting around? I turn to fully face him now and I furrow my brows at him but I watch as he raises his left hand into my direction and he beckons me closer with his fore finger. Almost like he's calling to me. At first I have no idea what to do or if I should entertain him by moving closer, I look to Ric who has a grave expression on his face and then to the Elena and her friend but they seem too busy with their plan of action on how they would calm the poor lunatic, to even notice this action.

I am curious to know what is going on with this man and I think that was why I rise to my feel and it seems that no one even notices this beside Ric who is shaking his head violently at me but I just shake it off. Something about Enzo called me to him and I could stop myself as I slowly make my way toward him, he continues to beckon me closer with his fore finger to the point where he stops me, I am still a safe distance from him. But I stop in my tracks as I continue to look at him, my eyes looking for some kind of clue to figure out what is going on with him. My eyes meet his and I have seen that look he is giving me before, the look in his eyes, pleading for death to just take him, it reminds me of my survivor, they almost had the same kind of eyes. But I could also see potential in those eyes, potential to life, and now was not his time to die. He would be selfish if he did something to himself today. I squat down in front of him and then I grasp my hands in one another, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Tell me what wrong?" I ask softly not to make anyone aware that I am this close to a suicidal patient, but Ric instantly noticed that I have moved from my previous spot.

"Damon don't." Ric warns me and he gives me a warning look which I just shake off because that is just ridiculous. I focus my eyes back on fire-boy again my eyes searching his face for an answer. Why did he want to do this, why did he feel like he needed to commit suicide?

"They want me to kill myself." Enzo whispers back to me and I frown, because I am lost, but so is this man, he is lost somewhere in the depths of his mind and it will only take time to understand him and talk him out of doing anything irrational like killing himself. "They want me dead." Enzo continues to whisper and it out of complete terror, this time it's a bit louder thou and I don't have to strain my ears to hear him. Who wanted him dead? Who wanted him to kill himself? I needed to understand this or I just could not help him. And right now I just wanted to help him. It made me feel all kinds of emotions that I did not know was possible to feel. Even for a cold hearted person like me.

"Who are they? Who wants you to kill yourself?" I ask innocently enough looking from side to side in a suspicious manner and he gets this pained expression on his face, like he just can't tell me that. That if he did tell me then he would end up being in pain.

"They…" he says but he stops before he can continue looking around and it might seem that he is paranoid. "The demons." he finally says and I raise a brow, okay he was clearly insane because where the hell did he get that. There was no demon in here except for me and I surely did not want him to kill himself or to die.

"Why do they want you dead Enzo?" I ask tilting my head to the side as I continue to look at the man in front of me, the thing was he was either delusional or he was a patients that suffer from schizophrenia that means he is delusional as well. I wasn't a psychiatrist, I was just your normal physician so I didn't specialise in mental health, even thou I found mental health extremely fascinating, while on in college I wanted to pursue it as well but then my life caught up to me and my mother came back into my life. So in the end I only finished one year.

"I'm afraid." Enzo says and I can see it in his eyes, he was terrified of something that I have no idea what it is, something that I could not see. I frown moving a bit closer, and at this point both Elena and Dr. B has stopped their talking, noticing that I am talking to the patient that they were conversing about for the past 5 minutes and Elena motioned over to me, her eyes wide open as she stare at me in complete shock. I don't think she could believe my behaviour thou because here I was squatting in front of their patient trying to talk him out of killing himself. I want to chuckle because they are worrying themselves over absolutely nothing and I could take care of myself if need be, I can hear them take a few steps closer towards us but they remain a safe distance.

"Why are you afraid Enzo?" I question because I was truly curious what made him this afraid. And I don't mean that this is amusing, I was curious because this was the first time I have encountered something like this.

Enzo looked to the two doctors behind me and then he gets this pained look on his face once more. I actually pitied him, I felt so sorry for him. "Because I'm so profoundly happy. Happiness like this is frightening." He says in a soft low voice that can barely be heard by the doctors behind me, I can hear a third pair of feet moving closer, it must be Dr. J because all of the other patients are gone.

"Why?" I ask again as I focus once again on fire-boy that is a few steps from me, why would they want him to kill himself if he was so profoundly happy, whatever that even meant.

"They only let you be this happy it they're preparing to take something from you." He whispers back to me and my heart breaks, I have never felt such emotion like I was currently feeling because he clearly believes every word that leave his mouth, I was just wondering who he was referring to, who were they, who were the demons? The sad thing about patients who suffer from schizophrenia is that schizophrenia is a chronic and severe mental disorder that affects how a person thinks, feels and behaves. People with schizophrenia may seem like they have lost touch with reality. Although schizophrenia is not as common as other mental disorders, the symptoms can be very disabling. It gets to a point where the patient believes every thought that enters their minds and every word that leaves their mouths.

I regard him for a moment trying to recall what the symptoms are, well all of the symptoms but all I remember is the three categories. I look to Dr. B, he was her patient right if memory serves me right, she had to know what he was diagnosed with, she could surely tell me. "What's his diagnoses Dr. B?" I say motioning towards Enzo as I continue to look at her, and she visibly shivers under the scrutiny of my knowing eyes, I must say that I was in full doctor mode at the moment, it made me miss my life because I went all Jack the Ripper on the world. I noticed three of the symptoms immediately as I try desperately to recall all of them. He was hallucinating clearly, he was delusional and he has a thought disorder…. That would fall into the category of… Positive symptoms.

"He was diagnosed with Brief psychotic disorder when he was admitted." I almost hit my head against something very hard because was she stupid or dumb or… I refuse to finish that sentence, clearly he did not suffer from brief psychotic disorder, and who ever diagnosed him just thought of something because they were too lazy to look into the matter, they didn't care about the patient, they only went through the motion of working to receive a pay check at the end of the month. I am shaking with anger at the moment and I can't stop myself as I glare to Dr. B.

"You know Brief psychotic disorder is a period of psychosis whose duration is generally shorter, non-recurring, and not caused by another condition? You do know that right" I ask with disbelieve a thick layer of disappointment in my voice as I spoke to her. "How long has he been here?" I ask and now I look to Elena because Dr. B has just proven that she is a complete idiot, whether or not she was the doctor who diagnosed him or not.

"Enzo has been here for the better part of 6 years." Elena says softly and my eyes go wide, what the fuck were they teaching the doctor's nowa days? Seriously. 6 years was not a short period of time, it was a fucking long period thus the first diagnostic was incorrect, they didn't think to follow this up? They must surely be giving him the wrong medication as well. Fuck.

"It's not Brief psychotic disorder for fuck's sake!" I almost yell to them but I look back to Enzo and I need to calm myself, I try my best to give him a supportive smile but I do not think it is working thou. "It's okay buddy." I say playfully and watch him relax a bit but we are far from getting this over. I wink at him as I continue to speak to him in a soothing manner. "I'll fuck up those fuckers who want you dead, I'll sort them out, no need to do something irrational." I say to him and at this his eyes actually brighten a bit but I only look back to Dr. B and Elena, I am so disappointed in them at this moment. "If it was truly Brief psychotic disorder then this would have been over a long time ago. He is suffering from schizophrenia, category: positive." I say in an irritated tone and at this Dr. B looks surprised that I would know something like this. Just because I am a doctor it doesn't mean I didn't study up on the mental department.

"Are you sure?" Dr. B asks and she has the audacity to question my diagnoses of the patient which is clearly correct unlike her, who fails to follow up if her patient was diagnosed correctly in the first place. But I do notice that I have given myself away, due to me reacting like this it might make the others in this room suspicious which could lead to trouble in my future… That is if Elena decided to certify me as insane, because they can testify that I have medical training and I am only fake which is half true… Shit. I put on my fakest smile and hope that surely this would wash away and no one would question this. But then again they fucked up with Enzo and this only got me mad all over again. To the point where I snap at Dr. B.

"Are you fucking stupid?" I ask in return and she almost seems hurt by the fact that I said she was stupid. "He has three of the four symptoms, he is hallucinating, he is seeing demons that wants him dead and they want him to kill himself, he is delusional because he actually believes that these demons are real and there is a bunch of other stuff and last but not least he has a thought disorder. That right there kind of explains his fascination with fire." I say before looking back to Enzo, smiling towards him once more, I didn't want to alarm him, we still had a small way to go before he was going to be okay again. "So buddy, tell me are you going to listen to those asshole demons or will you let me kick there asses for you?" I ask calmly as I smile to him, even thou I didn't give a flying fuck for anyone in this place except for myself and Elena and the poor soul that was wrongfully diagnosed. Besides I couldn't just leave him to kill himself, that would just be wrong.

"I don't know." Enzo replies and he is uncertain about his words but his hand with the sharp object moves a bit, away from his wrist. I smile at that, I needed to coach him, I needed to make him understand that he was safe and that nothing would hurt him, I would make sure of that. "Don't you have demons Damon?" he suddenly asks and my eyes go wide, why would he ask such a thing?

"No, I kicked their asses a long time ago, they're too scared to come back." I say as I move a bit closer to the guy extending my hand towards him in hopes that he would hand me the sharp object. "If you want I'll do the same with yours, I'll make sure they never come back again." I say and his face lights up at this promise that I was making.

"Would you do that for me?" he asks seeming almost hopeless, he acts like this is his last option and he reminds me of a younger version of myself pre-serial killer. So innocent and carefree.

"Hey, what are friends for?" I ask him before moving a bit closer and now I am next to him and I reach out towards him but he seems hesitant at first to even move, that was to be expected in his current state.

"You're my friend?" Enzo asks and I nod my head like crazy, I can see he want to give in, that he wants to believe me, he wants to give me the sharp object and stop all this nonsense but he's having an internal battle with himself, much like Elena the first time we had sex but this was totally different, this battle was his inner demons fighting with each other and that wasn't Elena because her inner ballet was her heart fighting with her head. "You'll protect me?" he asks softly.

"Of course. I'll show those demons not to mess with you ever again." I say and it feels like I am speaking to a 4 year old child as I continue to squat next to Enzo and soon he finally places the sharp object in my hand without a second thought and I take it from him placing it on the floor or the security might just jump me for having a weapon on me and I didn't need shit like that at the moment. "I promise, I'll take care of it." I say, and I don't usually make promises if I can't keep them, but I would try my best with this one, I place my hand on his back patting it somewhat in approval and smile towards Elena for a mere second but I am reminded that we are not in this room alone.

It was a rather loaded scene, and I have never done this before, I mean I did save a life and it felt great but it felt strange. Dr. B walked over to me as she took Enzo from me, one arm around him as she supported his weigh. She looked to me and there is a silent apology in her eyes, that she didn't listen to me in the first place and that she questioned my judgement. "Thank you." She whispered for only my ears to here and I just nod my head at her, I didn't do it for her, I did it for the poor patient that was miss diagnosed, he had to suffer because someone didn't do their job correctly.

I rise to my feet, my legs are sore and heavy from squatting next to Enzo for about 15 minutes, I stretch out my legs on at a time and look up as Elena moves to help Dr. B with her patient and they slowly move towards the door that lead to the hall. Dr. J is left behind and he turns towards me with a questionable look on his face. He takes a few questionable steps towards me and then stops about 3 feet from me, still a safe distance from me which was always a good idea.

"So you kicked your demons asses?" Dr. J asks and he seems amused about this revelation that I would kick my demon's ass. If he only knew have of it. I get this sinister look on my face as I stare into his eyes. I needed to move back to the cool, collected serial killer I am supposed to be.

"No doctor Jackson, some of my demons left me behind, some are just asleep right now. A few always travel with me at all times, others haunt me from the deep. The little ones are quite charming, they are allowed to stay, but the big ones tear me up from the inside, I just wish they'd go away already." I say in a monotone but there is an edge to my voice and at this Dr. J's eyes widen and he takes a step back. I can't help but chuckle.

You know the drill by now! Just need to thank all my readers! You guys are the best! So what did you think of this chapter? A bit more about Damon and his past? And I really enjoyed writing the last bit from Damon's POV, but I know it's short and we were more focused on Elena. But things are getting there. So I hope you enjoyed the chapter. And remember to let me know what you think, because I value your feedback and guidance. I apologise for any typo's but please do remember English is my second language and I have sex daily… I mean I have dyslexia. LOL

Shout outs –

fanaticalParadox – You almost had me worried thou! LOL Thank you for the review, I was just in the mood to write something juicy, but here is a bit more for you to ponder.

Cat1961 - Thank you very much for the compliments! I really appreciate it. Hope you enjoyed the chapter!

TVDFan245 – This chapter is a bit sad because it reveals a bit who Enzo is. But he has an obsession thou… Not really sure whether it's the fire or if its Bonnie, we'll see. Just kidding. Of course its Bonnie. And Yeah Stefan will be the surprise, Caroline will be in as well along the end, but sadly no signs of Kathrine. This chapter explains the girl or what happened to her, will you meet her? Maybe, maybe you already have. But it's not Caroline. I am glad you loved the previous chapter. Yeah Tyler is always the douchebag in my stories don't know why? He just has that bad boy persona. Hope you enjoy chapter 16.

kfulmer7 – I have a few surprises concerning Damon but we can't just indulge in those just yet. I really hope you enjoy the chapter and thank you for your support! It means the world to me.

Hanna – You know you had me smiling and giggling. Tyler won't be a pain in the ass for long. Thank you for the compliment, you suggested a great story to learn from. Here is the update hope you enjoy it.

Shelley – Tyler is hanging around for a bit more, but it only gets interesting from there. I wrote this chapter mostly in Elena's POV because I'm scared if I write it in Damon's POV then I would give away the story. Every person has redeemable qualities, sometimes their ego just gets in the way but not with Damon.

Margie – I aim to please. And the surprise will actually be … how do I put it? Unexpected.

Mel – I am glad you like the interaction between them, they are just two people who understand each other.