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Q&A

tinnycsixx- yes to your question, the boy are meant to be evil and also yes they are trapped themselves.

Vie- the creep-o-meter is going to continue to jump lol. this fanfic is in all tense and purposes supposed to be creepy, that's what I wanted, to bring some creepiness to fanfiction lol.

IDK if you guys noticed or not but I did change the title of this fanfic from 'Seven' to 'The House of Seven' you will see why in this chapter.

I hope this chapter clears up some of the confusion, more chapters from VD are introduced lol.

Please enjoy! Embrace my creepiness, and leave me a review please lol!

CH3: The House of Seven

Damon's POV.

Detective Damon Salvatore leaned back in his chair, feet on his desk, as he played his video game. The phone on his desk rang incessantly. Hello, didn't people understand the concept of off-duty?

"A little busy here," he said for the edification of the janitor who was swiping the dirty mop head across the floor behind him. Even though he couldn't see the elder African American man's face, Damon could feel his eyes burrowing into the back of his head.

Finally he couldn't take it any longer. Whether that was the jangle of the ringing or the janitor's silent judgment, Damon picked up the phone.

"Detective Salvatore." he said then nearly dropped his game. He tucked the phone under his chin so he could keep playing. "At your service."

"Hey, this is Vicky down at missing persons."

Damon paid a little more attention. If this was the Vicky from missing persons he was thinking of, she was a brunette with a nice "C" cup and could make some mean brownies.

The woman continued. "I've got Caroline Forbs on the line. Her friend has only been missing for a few hours, so there's not much I can do for her, but she's certain that 'something awful' has happened to her friend."

"Then send a uniform to the friend's apartment."

"Do you think I'd be calling you if I had a uniform available?" Vicky said tartly on the other end of the line.

"Fine." Damon said. "Put her through."

"Thank you." Vicky said as she put him on hold.

"No, thank you." Damon hung up the phone. "C" cups just didn't do as much as they used to for him, and she always put walnuts in her brownies, so there was that.

The janitor cleared his throat behind him. Damon swung around in his chair enough to anwsers the unspoken questions.

"What? I must have gotten disconnected."

Bonnie's POV.

Bonnie used her finger nails to scrape at the door. About the only thing that was accomplishing, though, was peeling the thick old paint off.

"Help!" she screamed again, even though it was starting to feel useless.

"Two." the chime announced.

The man that everyone called Elijah pleaded with her again. "Please miss, you have to listen to me. You are trapped. We are all trapped in here. There's no way out."

Or at least none that he had found. Bonnie kept at it.

Saint Stefan the man who usually chanted scriptures took a break to inform her. "As god as my witness, I shall be gentle and merciful."

Somehow, coming out his angel-like face and pouty lips, that didn't make her feel any better.

The rapist the men called Klaus leaned through the bars. "I won't be though." he informed her. "As a matter of fact, I look forward to you struggling. Screaming. Scratching. I want my flesh under your fingernails."

Bonnie had to fight off the nausea to start trying to figure out the type of knob and lock the door used. There had to be a way out of here.

"One." the chime announced. Bonnie could really do without the bitch's chipper tone.

"If my cell opens…" Elijah pleaded with her again, "You need to head straight here. Please believe me."

The man almost sounded pained, as if he were truly concerned for her safely. He definitely didn't look like he belonged here with his soft brown eyes, his suit and tie. "Your life is in danger."

No shit.

"You got panties on?" The large man called Alaric asked. Bonnie didn't feel inclined to answer him. "I hope you've got fancy panties on."

The chime voice came back on. "And the winner is…."

Bonnie pressed herself against the door as she waited for the loud click as one of the cell doors was opened. It was Jeremy's. The teenagers.

Jeremy's POV

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh was all that Jeremy could think as his door swung open. But he was so excited he couldn't even form words. He couldn't believe his luck. The first woman in eons, and he got to have her first?

It was like getting the first print edition of Twilight….no, it was even better than that.

"Jesus" Klaus yelled spoiling the moment. "Get out there! Rape! Pillage! At least give us a fucking showing!"

"Shh!" Jeremy said to Klaus. To Klaus. He'd actually just stood up to Klaus. He must really be ready to take on the woman. However, he wasn't Klaus or Tyler or Stefan or Alaric or even Elijah. Jeremy could remember his manners, even at such an exciting time as this.

He held out his hand. "Hi, I'm Jeremy. And you are?"

The woman did not reciprocate. Instead, her eyes shifted back and forth. Her voice was all cracked and wobbly. "Where am I?"

Jeremy spread his arms to include the entire dungeon. "Casa de la loon, Psycho central, Killers Club, or my favorite The House of Seven. But you can take your pick."

The woman still seemed anxious. Nervous and not very polite, if you asked Jeremy. Perhaps she just needed to be led by example. "I've been here for a little over eighteen months." He waved away his words, "But enough about me. What was your name, again?"

"Bonnie, but most people call me Bon."

"Goddamn it!" Klaus yelled. "There's fresh meat within lunging distance and you're hoisting a fucking tea party?"

The chime sounded, ending Klaus's unfortunate tirade. He was really ill-mannered, that one.

"Gentlemen," the voice cooed. "You have won the lottery. We are going to have a fête. All cell doors will open on the count of three."

"Oh dammnit." Jeremy exclaimed.

Jeremy sighed as the other men went crazy, rattling their doors. Everyone except, of course, Kol, who still sat on his cot with his back to the wall. It was going to take more than a fête to get Kol excited.

But this did spell the end to Jeremy and the woman's alone time.

He reached out for the woman.

"No, please. Stay back." She begged.

Didn't she understand he was trying to help her?

"I'm not the one you need be worried about." Jeremy explained, hoping she could understand how earnest he was.

"Stay back!" the woman screamed, thrashing her hands in front of her like he was a common mugger.

"They want to hurt you. Do licentious things to you. Make you bleed…badly." He tried to explain, but she seemed beyond reason.

"Three." the chime voice stated cheerily. He always appreciated how kind the voice sounded, even when all hell was going to break loose.

The woman stopped backing up and looked into Jeremy's brown eyes.

"And you. What do you want with me?"

Finally, she was making some sense.

"Oh me? I just want to kill you…" Jeremy explained with a smile on his face.

"Right like you're going to do it while she can still walk." Damon criticized from his cell.

Jeremy could tell the woman was upset at his statement, so he tried to explain. "No, no, no. I didn't mean I'd kill you right away. Murder all willy-nilly is not my thing. I promise it will be totally fun, and then, in the end, super peaceful."

He took great pride in that. Both the fun part and the peaceful part.

"Actually my specialty is taking people in their sleep."

"Freak!" the woman announced and pushed him back.

Well that was just rude…

Klaus's POV.

Klaus's body was pressed against the bars. If there was ever a time when a human could walk through matter, now would be a great time. Now that Jeremy and the chick were finally entertaining. The woman slapped Jeremy hard across the face.

"Ouch!" Jeremy said "that was completely uncalled for!"

Jeremy then slapped the bitch back, which then descended into a slapping fight. Leave it up to Jeremy to be so girlly. Next up should be hair pulling-by Jeremy.

"Jesus Christ!" Klaus yelled. "Back hand the bitch! Punch her in the fucking teeth!"

Jeremy kept slapping though. "She's got deceptively strong upper body strength!"

That was no excuse.

"Two." the chime announced. Soo, very soon. Klaus would show Jeremy how a man acted.

Bonnie slapped him again, and this time a fingernail scratched Jeremy's neck.

"No!" Klaus yelled "that should have been me!"

Jeremy dabbed the blood at his neck pouting. "Jeez, you didn't have to hurt me."

"Please please just leave me alone."

Oh that was not going to happen. Adrenaline surged through Klaus's body. He wanted to see her in pain. He hadn't always been like this as a matter of fact, he could point to the exact moment when he'd become like this.

He's just been an average teenage boy, whacking off in his room, when his foster mother found him. He'd been bumped from home to home and worse he'd gotten a S.A.Y designation. An acronym that had announced he was Sexually Aggressive Youth. Which meant he got put into an S.A.Y group home, where the older, bigger boys who were actually S.A.Ys had their way with him.

From then on out, for some funny reason Klaus didn't give a shit about anyone's feelings. He only cared what felt good to him. And him, being the aggressor worked just fine for him.

"One." the chime announced. Oh so close he could taste what she tasted like.

Jeremy however was still trying to reason with the bitch. "The last time we had a woman? It took Igor over a week to clean up." He pointed to the dirt floor. "Intestines leaked into the cracks and didn't come out easily."

"Bingo!" the chime finally announced as the sounds of locks springing open filled the room. The woman screamed as Klaus leaped from his cell.

Jeremy tried to block him. "Finders keepers!"

Klaus backhanded the teen.

"Come here bitch!" Klaus snarled.

For a big guy, Alaric was pretty dammed quick out of his cell. Tyler wasn't half bad, either. But he got to Jeremy first, jerking the woman from his grip.

"No fair!" the teen squealed.

"I get the top half!" Alaric yelled as he grabbed the woman's other arm.

Elijah was wailing at the both of them. "Leave her alone!"

Stefan was in the mix, biting Elijah in the arm, but the older man was no slouch and elbowed Stefan in the nose.

Blood gushed.

Klaus grabbed the woman around the waist and pulled her to him. He nuzzled his nose into her hair. She smelled like fresh nature. Like spring. Like the season he was first abducted and locked away here. How many years had it been? Two? Thee? You kinda lost track.

"You're going to get very, very, very familiar with the meaning of the word excruciating, whore."

The woman struggled in his arms but Klaus was not about to let go of his prize. He dragged her deeper into the cells. Finally the other men started to retreat.

"See that?" Klaus demanded "I rule. I am king here."

The woman lashed out and dug her fingernails in his cheek.

"That's more like it!" he yelled just before he punched her. Her head snapped around. She slipped from his grip and stumbled forward. The other men didn't even attempt to claim her.

That's right, Klaus was that powerful.

Then he realized that the bitch had fallen into Kol's cell. Even Klaus didn't want to go into that cell.

"Get out of there!" Elijah screeched behind him.

Was today really the day he was going to challenge Kol?

Kol's POV

Kol had watched the scenario play itself out. It was quite predictable. Even the slap fight. Klaus looked like he was trying to screw up the courage to finally do something about all that seething rage he had against him.

The woman's eyes had dilated to saucers.

"Don't worry darlin'." Kol said, trying to reassure her "I only kill men."

The woman stood up, first eyeing Kol, then Klaus, and then the men lined up behind Klaus. Not many options there.

"Why?" she asked.

"You're called the weaker sex for a reason."

"And he thinks rape is fucking beneath him." Klaus added. Always so helpful, that one.

The woman shook her head though. "No I mean why?" She indicated to the dungeon around her.

"Bitch you haven't figured it out yet?" Klaus sneered behind her, although the woman's eyes never left Kol.

Kol felt a slow smile turn his lips up. "Why? Because were all serial killers darlin'."

Well what do you think? who's your favorite Serial Killer thus far based off what you read?

Stefan

Klaus

Tyler

Alaric

Kol

Elijah

Jeremy

Oh and if you have any questions or are still confused or something, drop it in my inbox below or PM me!

Ok I read all the comments from this chapter thus far, and I have went back and reedited all the chapters.

to WearRed Tonight, I went back and put pov's, so you guys would know who's talking, I will continue to put the POV's in future chapters as well. :) thank you guys so much for the feedback!