Hey guys I'm back and with a new chapter that I hope you will all enjoy.
real quick, I just wanted to say that I swapped some of the characters, because I felt I flowed with the vision of my story better.
Damon is now the Detective and Tyler is now a Serial killer/ rapist.
also started writing the pov's so it's less confusing.
To leni18 - sorry it was confusing, but yes all cell doors lead to the center, there's only one exit and entrance. and you'll get more insight on the other killers in this chapter
To tinnycsixx - I'm shocked, we have a Klaus lover lol but also glad.
To TialovesKatG - thanks so much for taking the time to read my story! my goal is to fully get someone to put it in their bonnie archives or rather the Bonnie community.
To Heavenlie - I can promise you Kol isn't going to rape Bonnie. Bonnie will get hurt though...
To Vie - LMFAO I swear your review had me in tears, this I swear. The voice can be Rebekah's, if that's how you guys want to imagine it, that's cool with me. you'll get more details on Stefan in this chapter, along with a warning from Kol.
heehee I'm so evil... On With The Next Chapter!
Ch4 I Will Not Die Here!
Damon's POV
Damon continued to play his game. Okay, not so much playing as getting his ass kicked. The damn thing was rated 13 and up and he couldn't get passed the seventh level. What did that say about him?
Finally, though, he had some nonjudgmental peace and quiet. The janitor was long gone, taking his mop and condemnation with him.
Then the sound of the bullpen's door opening crushed his plans for an all-nighter.
"Detective Salvatore?" A woman's voice asked. He glanced up to find and young blonde haired woman who kept herself put together entering the bullpen and heading towards his desk.
"Only if you can tell me how to get past the ugly-ass monster on level seven."
The woman cleared her throat as she approached. "I think something's happened to my friend," she squeaked out.
"So far, fireballs have been ineffective, and shock arrows are downright useless."
The woman however was turning out to be less than useful.
"Um missing persons can't take a formal report for forty-eight hours, but Vicky said that I might try you."
Of course Vicky did. That sneaky bitch. Guess he wouldn't be hanging up on her anytime in the future.
"And hand to hand combat?" Damon continued "against an eight-legged wielding beast? Not very likely."
Caroline's POV
Suddenly Caroline worried that she was in the wrong place.
"I'm sorry but you are detective Salvatore right?"
The detective apparently lost in whatever battle he was waging on his phone and finally looked up at her. It wasn't until then that she realized he was attractive.
Yes definitely attractive with messy ebony locks that you just wanted to run your fingers through, electrifying sky blue eyes and a playful tug at his lip. Definitely a turn-on.
"That's what the badge." says the detective said as he rotated his thumb around. "You've got until my thumb cramp goes away to convince me that I should care about your friend and her possible predicament."
Caroline drew a breath. She somehow thought this would be easier than it was.
"Bonnie…" it was hard to speak her name. Caroline felt so guilty. What had she been thinking, going off with Kathrine and Elena? She should have walked her friend home. "Bon's new to town and well…shy. I think the idea of heading over to The Grill-"
The detective interrupted and for the first time seemed interested in her story. "For appletinis?"
Caroline took another step closer. The detective did not rise-however he did keep rotating that thumb so she did have a little more time.
"Um yes. She left and we were hailing a cab and I tuned back for a second …" the detective's eyes glazed over again. Caroline didn't have much time left, so she hurried on. "I caught something out of the corner of my eye." That didn't seem to pique his interest either, and his thumb was slowing so she rushed." And I haven't been able to reach her. I even went by her place, but she wasn't answering."
Finally the detective put down his phone. "Okay, did you consider that she didn't want to be disturbed? Say because she was having sex?"
Caroline shook her head. "She doesn't have a boyfriend."
"That doesn't rule out having sex, my dear. Self-service? Girl-on-girl…"
Caroline put up her hand to stop his train of thought.
"Look you don't know her like I do." She reached down and touched his wrist. "Something awful has happened to her."
The detective breathed out heavily. "Okay fine. After you say this. 'something awful' incident, you went to investigate and…"
Damon's POV
"Well um…"the woman sputtered, and even though his thumb was feeling pretty good about now he let her finish. "The taxi pulled up and…."
Damon looked askance at the woman. "Okay let me get this straight," he demanded. "You think 'something awful' happened yet you didn't bother to check it out, and now-" Damon checked his watch. It was after eleven pm. "What time did you say this 'something awful' happened to her?"
"Eight forty-five," the woman reported.
"Oh right, so now three hours and fourteen minutes later, you expect me to get off my butt," Damon took in a breath, "Right when, I might mention, it's supposed to start raining, and you want me to go out into the storm and check on your friends safety? Now that's what I call concern."
The woman bowed her head as Damon picked up his phone again. "I'm sorry you're right if she doesn't show up for work on Monday, I'll contact missing persons."
Finally she was out of his hair. Now back to his game.
His eyes flicked to the woman's back. She didn't seem like an alarmist or a crazy person saying that her friend was missing just for attention. How he almost wished she was. No that had been real concern on Caroline's face.
"Fine!" Damon called out. Just as she was about to walk out of the bullpen. "You can quite nagging me already."
Caroline stopped and turned around. "You're going to help me?"
Damon just nodded at his desk. "Give me her contact information and this 'something awful' location and I'll look into it." he paused just for a moment to clarify his position. "After I beat this level."
She rushed back to his desk and scribbled down several numbers and addresses. Caroline offered it to him, but he was too busy playing to take it. Finally she pressed the sticky part of the note onto his blotter, took off the green scarf around her neck, and laid it on top of the note.
"Thank you- and this is her scarf, in case it might help."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Damon said. Once you gave these people an inch they took a mile.
Finally, the chick got the hint and left, just as Damon lost again to the dammed monster.
As he let his failure sink in Damon looked to the note. The address wasn't that far away and looking out the window, it hadn't started to rain yet.
Kol's POV
Kol lounged back on his cot, his back against the wall. Doing his best James dean impression. He couldn't show fear. Let him repeat he couldn't show any fear. Not with that lot just outside his cell. Right now, it was seven to one. He couldn't let even a single bead of sweat form on his brow.
Not with Klaus challenging the threshold. It looked like he might actually try it this time. The rest of the men were right behind him. Goading him on. Which, why not? Let Klaus take the brunt of the punishment and maybe just maybe they might be able to grab the woman.
The woman's gaze shifted back and forth from Kol to the rest of the men.
"Everyone? Everyone's a serial killer?" She asked.
"All of us." Kol clarified.
"Then why is everyone afraid of you?" the woman asked.
Kol shrugged, bored with the conversation. She wasn't going to last the hour, so why bother with small talk?
"That's what I'm trying to tell you," Elijah said from the back of the group. "He's killed the most."
Stefan straightened, his nostrils flaring. Abruptly he stopped reciting scripture. "I would take issues with such a declaration."
Jeremy chuckled. "Nobody, but nobody, touches Saint Stefan's record. Most kills. Best dismemberment. They still can't identify half the remains he's left behind. They don't call him The Ripper for kicks."
Stefan bowed his head. "I am only my lord's humble servant."
Bonnie's POV
That was not helping Bonnie fell any safer. As a matter of fact, it gave her the heebie-jeebies.
"Not outside," Elijah corrected. "In here. In here, Kol's shown no mercy."
Jeremy nodded his head as if agreeing that the proper punctuation for a combined sentence was a semicolon.
"That is so true seven down and counting."
Klaus snorted "fucking good luck is all that is."
Although, looking over to kol, so cool and collected bonnie seriously doubted that. If it had been luck that wouldn't have held Klaus away for so long. As much as the rapist didn't want to admit it he was afraid of kol.
"So, this is someone sick death match?" She asked.
"All you need to know, whore, is 'game on'" Klaus announced.
Elijah however was slightly more helpful. He pointed to the cameras dotting the walls. "For the reason why we are here, you would have to ask him."
"Who's him?"
"The wizard behind the curtain." Tyler said piping up from the middle of the pack.
"Or as I like to call him, 'Maddox'" Jeremy said as he made a theatrical wave.
This explanation wasn't helping anything. "I don't understand."
"What's there to understand bitch," Klaus asked "some psycho has gathered a bunch of us pervs so he can watch when I prove that I'm the Boston Strangler."
"Damn it!" Tyler shouted "I'm the Boston Strangler!"
Tyler shoved Klaus hard enough that he almost landed in Kol's cell. Enraged Klaus punched Tyler, but Tyler tacked the rapist around the waist and they all went down in a mini-brawl.
"Please child come out quickly and into my cell." Elijah begged as the doorway was clearer for a moment. "I'll protect you."
She looked over to Kol, who never opened his eyes, yet said "All of us."
And Bonnie believed him. Elijah seemed a bit too helpful. She doubted there were many humanitarians in this dungeon.
Klaus's POV
"Come on you pussy whipped fuckers," Klaus said. "We can take him." he insisted "Together we can take him."
No one was stepping forward to volunteer, though.
Even Alaric was doubting him. "Then who gets her?"
"We'll pass her around." Klaus explained. Didn't they all see? Once they were done with Kol the woman would be theirs.
Jeremy giggled a bit. "Yeah right. After you get done with her there'll just be cartilage and stringy meat left that he'll-" jeremy threw a thumb towards Stefan- "have for breakfast."
Okay Jeremy wasn't wrong, but wasn't a dead half eaten woman better to have than no woman at all?
"Sorry." the chime voice said, not sounding a bit sorry at all. "But play time is over. Return to your cells on the count of three."
"Fuck!" Klaus yelled. Just when he was ready to take on Kol the damn Maddox shut him down.
The other men ran back to their cells like little sissies. Instead Klaus held his ground at the threshold on Kol's cell.
"What happens if he doesn't go back to his cell?" Bonnie asked.
Kol pulled down his turtle neck to reveal a thin metal collar around his neck. "I'd say about 5,000 volts."
"Three." the chime voice announced although it was more like a threat to the men. Get back to their cells or get the shit shocked out of them. Not even this bitch was worth that.
"Fuck fuck fuck!" Klaus yelled as he rushed back to his cell.
Bonnie's POV
Bonnie watched the men flee leaving the doorway wide open. She stepped back out into the common area.
"I wouldn't do that…" Kol said still leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.
Bonnie took another step out making sure that Kol didn't follow her. "You've got to stay in your cell too, right?"
The man didn't answer, but nor did he follow her.
"Two." the chime voice said.
Bonnie watched Kol. Why wasn't he following her? Dragging her back into his cell? Why was he letting her go without a fight? His lack of aggression was more disconcerting than Klaus's lecherous gaze.
"What's going to happen next?" She asked.
Kol didn't answer however Jeremy seemed more than happy to jump in
"Oh, all the cell doors will lock…"
Tyler picked up where Jeremy left off "But then randomly, silently, the doors will open throughout the night."
"Until you just can't fight us the fuck off anymore." Klaus finished as only he could.
Bonnie turned to Kol. "But you can keep me safe?"
Even though the man didn't move muscle he still answered her question
"Why would you do that?"
Kol slowly opened his eyes and slowly raked over bonnie body. Committing every curve to his memory. Bonnie grabbed the collar of her shirt and clutched it tightly.
"Every morning that you wake up unmolested, you'll perhaps…."
"Perhaps what?" Bonnie demanded.
"Perhaps be grateful." Kol said.
Bonnie could feel her hands begin to shake. She willed them to stop. Now was not the time to show weakness.
"What? They said rape was not-"
"Grateful, is all I said." Kol clarified.
Well, Bonnie took no comfort in that.
"One." the chime voice announced bonnie had a decision to make. Stay here and hope that Kol and her idea of grateful were the same, or take her chances out in the common area.
Before she even realized she'd made the decision, bonnie stepped backwards, over the threshold and out of Kol's cell.
The door swung closed.
"Lock down complete." the chime voice announced.
Although Bonnie felt no safer. For the few moments she was left alone and the animals were locked in their cages, bonnie ran for the door, clawing at it with her fingernails.
"Please, please, please" she begged of no one in particular, as Stefan began his recital. "I don't want to die."
Stopping her panicked clawing, bonnie looked at the door's lock. It seemed solid and metal however the wood holding the lock did not.
She shifted her focus and began chipping away at the area around the lock.
"I won't die in here."
Next time on: The House Of Seven,
Detective Salvatore makes a shocking discovery, Bonnie gets more than she bargained for, and someone loses a penis?
stay tuned!
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