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CH:6 Serial Killers can be Bullies Too...
Damon's POV
Damon stood behind the irritated and groggy apartment manager. He grunted as he searched through his keys for the right one.
Knocking on the door, Damon did his best to ignore the manager's rather ripe odor. "Ms. Bennett?" Damon called out, but no answer. Exactly like Caroline had described it.
"Open it." Damon ordered.
"Are you sure you can go in there without a warrant?" The manager asked.
"Do you want to take the chance and the legal liability that she's in there unconscious with a subdural hematoma?" Damon pressed. Usually with these guys who'd watched one too many Law and Order episodes, you just had to remind them they could get sued and they caved. Just like this one.
"A 'yes' would have sufficed." the manager said with a roll of his eyes.
The man went back to sorting through the keys cursing under his breath. Then he noticed the water streaming from Damon's jacket. He looked at Damon with a scowl.
"What? Haven't you ever had to protect blood evidence at the risk of you own personal health?"
The guy didn't seem to have an answer to that. Damon jerked the keys from his grasp, found the right one and put it into the lock.
It gave easily. He opened the door and called out again "Ms. Bennett."
The last thing Damon wanted to do was walk in on a young woman pleasuring herself. Okay, maybe not the last thing, but it would be rather awkward with the manager hot on his heels.
Damon took a quick survey of the room. It was nest but not overly neat. It looked lived in, in the best possible way. The girl liked her comforts. She had a light blue snuggie on the couch and a pair of Ugg boots at the foot of the couch.
The manager pointed an accusatory finger at a small habitrial on a table under the window. "Hey! She's not supposed to have that! It's very clear in the lease. No pets. None."
"An illegal rodent is the least of my concerns." Damon stated "Which way to the bed room?"
The grunted glaring at the hamster's house, but pointed up the stairs.
Damon went up the staircase to find a door. He knocked loudly again, asking. "Ms. Bennett are you home?"
When there was no answer, Damon opened the bedroom door to find more of the same. A tastefully decorated room. The only thing truly unique or personal was a small collection of antique glass perfume bottles. He picked one up and inhaled.
White diamonds.
He crossed the room and opened the closet. It was full of business casual work clothes and more work clothes.
"So Caroline was right. You really don't have much of a social life did you?"
"Yeah." the manager grunted. "You done or what?"
"Such concern." Damon said as he exited the bedroom and went back down the stairs. The manager followed and picked up the habitrail.
"Yeah will I'm taking the hamster."
Damon shook his head. "Oh no, you're not."
"Yes, I am." The manager said moving towards the front door.
"Look just put down the hamster sir." Damon encouraged. "I'm too damn tired to draw down on you."
The guy looked confused. His big bushy eyebrows pulling together into a Neanderthal uni brow.
"Let's just pretend that I've got my gun up right now." Damon said.
The manager finally seemed to get the hint and put the hamster back don on the table. He huffed loudly as he headed to the door. Damon put his hand out.
"Leave the key." Damon said. "I'll lock up when I leave."
With a frown and a barely suppressed lasagna burp, the manager handed over the key and headed out.
Once relieved of the man's onerous presence, Damon headed over to the hamster. There was plenty of water, but no food. The little furry brown and white guy was hitting the food bowl, turning it over, looking for dinner.
"Well I think that confirms that she hasn't been home tonight."
Damon scanned the room for hamster food, but no go. He went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. The shelves were nearly bare.
"And Bonnie you don't seem to be a big cook."
He could see some carrots and fresh broccoli though. He didn't think they were for Bonnie.
"But this is exactly what the discerning rodent palate desires." He said bringing the veggies to the hamster cage. "There you go. That should keep until your mom comes home." Damon said.
He picked up the keys from the table. There wasn't much more to do here. Damon was about to walk out when he noticed a photo album on the coffee table. He couldn't help himself as he sat down and picked up the album. The first picture was of a young girl at a family picnic. Another was of a college-aged Bonnie at a college football game. Then a series of pictures with a young man obviously smitten with her.
"Well you were happy once…"
Bonnie's POV
Bonnie felt herself sway to the side. She snapped awake again making sure she had her trusty knife in her hand. The other men were taunting Alaric as he dragged himself back to his cell.
"Guess they're not going to call you buck the fuck anymore." Klaus chuckled.
"Doe the fuck." Tyler offered.
"Or wait. Wait." Jeremy said "Bambi the…" he made a hand motion. "You know."
Yes unfortunately, Bonnie knew firsthand what Jeremy meant.
"Yeah." Klaus said to Jeremy. "Your ability to strike terror into the hearts of women just evaporated."
Despite the men's banter bonnie had to catch herself again from falling over. Kol rose from his cot.
"Here, sit." he said.
Bonnie snapped her metal fragment back up, pointing it at him.
"Look," he said. "You're barely able to stand."
"Giving me the cot isn't going to make me anymore grateful."
Kol shrugged. "Perhaps not, but after enough chivalrous acts? We'll see."
The only thing that Kol was right about was that she needed rest. She couldn't stand next to the door all night. Her body just wouldn't obey. So she kept her metal fragment at the ready as she crossed the cell. She went to sit down but Kol put a hand on her arm.
"No you've got to-"
Bonnie jerked out from under his touch, taking a step back. Only then did she realize that Stefan has been lying in wait. He grabbed at her ankle, pulling her leg towards the bars that divided the cell.
She kicked and flailed, but for such a scrawny guy he had a grip of steel.
"Yes a classic Stefan snatch and grab!" Jeremy announced as Stefan opened his mouth wide, looking ready to take a huge bite out of her leg.
"Do it!" Klaus yelled. "Take a chunk!"
And he might have had Kol not hauled back and kicked Stefan right in the face. The older man groaned scrambling back from the bars, clutching his now broken nose. Blood gushed from his left nostril.
"Oh a classic Kol, out-of-the-blue comeback!"
Bonnie found herself in Kol's arms their bodies pressed together.
"Sorry I was just trying to warn you…"
Was the self-admitted murderer actually being tender?
Still she couldn't trust him. She raised her metal fragment and pushed back from him.
"Look, I don't lean against the wall just to perfect my James dean act."
He guided her down onto the cot, exactly where he had been sitting. "This is the only spot in the cell where you are safe from 'unauthorized' contact."
A sob escaped. Bonnie clutched her chest, trying to keep the rest of them in check. She couldn't fall apart. Not now. Not ever. But it was looking more and more hopeless.
"I'm not going to last long, am I?" she asked Kol.
He shrugged. "Don't feel bad. Women seldom do."
Damon's POV
Damon sipped at a glass of remarkably light merlot. Bonnie knew how to pick her wines. He flipped to the back of the photo album to find her birth certificate.
There were also college transcripts and diplomas. Interspersed were pictures of bonnie playing softball, and a stunning picture of her smiling her way through glee club.
He looked to the hamster, which was lazily running on his wheel. "So why aren't you in any of these?" He asked. "hmm? Have you come on the scene lately?"
As a matter of fact there weren't a whole lot of pictures after college graduation. There was a wedding invitation, but no wedding announcement. Interesting.
"Or has she got a guy on the side that neither one of us knows about?"
Damon took another slow, long sip of the tasty red wine as he leaned back against the sectional.
Klaus's POV
Klaus watched as the bitch shook as she sat on Kol's cot. Guess it wasn't quite the haven, the salvation she thought it was going to be. Kol was all super cool sitting on the floor next to the cot, all gentlemanly and shit. Right.
His gaze never wandered far from the chick's rack, though. Kol might be all evolved and all, but he was still packing a set of balls. But right now, he just liked seeing the broad quiver.
"Your nipples are dark are, aren't they?" Klaus asked.
"I don't know," Tyler commented "I take her for a pinky."
The bitch put her fingers I her ears but that just meant Klaus was getting warmed up.
"Nah they're dark and hard. Especially after I squeeze them between-"
Kol suddenly stood up.
"That's enough amateur porn hour."
"You know, fuck you and your pseudo sympathy. You want to fuck her as bad as we do."
Kol frowned that fucking superior frown of his. "Ever so eloquent."
He looked down to bonnie, who looked up tears in her eyes. A fucking Disney moment in the making. Well Klaus knew how to take care of that.
"You want to fuck her…" Klaus said with a smirk.
"Yeah, fuck her!" Tyler yelled.
"Fuck her! Klaus repeated pumping his fist up and down. This might get good after all. Even Alaric joined in.
The chick started sobbing again. Jesus, what a fucking cry baby.
"That's right bitch. You'll be doing a lot of that when I-"
Out of nowhere, a shaving blade flew through the air, slicing Klaus's cheek. Ok not out of nowhere, but from Kol's cell.
"Fuck!" Klaus yelled. That stung like a bitch.
Kol stood there looking so dammed smug. He sat down next to the broad again, seeming satisfied with his little trick. Klaus touched his cheek, pulling back blood.
"Oh!" Jeremy shouted. "We are seeing Kol in true form tonight!"
"That was the last of your stash, prick." Klaus said referring to the box of blades that Kol had gotten a hold of a month ago. "Don't think we haven't been counting." he pointed a finger at the sanctimonious douche. "Tomorrow, Kol. Tomorrow we settle this!"
Jeremy's POV
Jeremy chuckled-you know, as long as Klaus was locked up. "Dude that's what you say before every death match."
Bonnie hugged her knees to her chest as the lights lowered for sleep. Jeremy loved this time of day. All the destruction was over with and it was time to go nighty-night.
Even the sound of Stefan's constant prayers sounded comforting. He wanted god to keep his soul if anything happened in the night, which around here, it might very well happen.
"What's tomorrow?" Bonnie whispered.
Kol shook his head. "You don't want to know."
Oh how Jeremy wanted to tell her, though. There was so much to tell. So many stories of past death matches. But, clearly Kol didn't want her to have an aneurism before the morning, so Jeremy kept his mouth shut.
Stefan finished up his prayer. "Into your hands, o lord, I commend my spirit. Hail Mary. Amen."
"Amen." Jeremy and everyone else repeated. And yes that even included Kol. He tried to act all tough, but deep down he was human as any of them.
"Sweet dreams." Jeremy commented as he lay back onto his cot, closing his eyes, ready for sleep.
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