Crawling
Category: TV Shows » Vampire Diaries
Author: JustLola
Language: English, Rating: Rated: M
Genre: Romance/Angst

Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Disclaim : I do not own Vampire Dairies. Or any songs, movies or artists or phones or phone applications I refer to in this fanfiction.

Author's notes

New Story alert. I started this off as Elena's point of view but it was much similar to what I wrote in nothing is free. So I started a fresh with this new concept for my Delena fic. This story is from Damon's point of view. I hope you enjoy it and I will update as soon as possible.

Damon's POV

Could I even get away with doing this? I mean I had the gun pointed to his temple, his eyes wide with fear. If I pull the trigger, it will be heard and the cops would be on my tail in a few minutes, what if I couldn't get away fast enough, what if I left behind evidence and they did an investigation and I am sent to jail. I can't do jail.

Why was the justice system so fucked up? I mean he gets away with a hit and run and who has to pay for it? Me, my family. I lost my brother to this fucker. All because of technicalities. I mean they are going to take someone's word over evidence. Not that they took his blood alcohol level that night. No they were paid off to keep quite. Nothing really worse than a corrupt cop taking bribes. He was so fucking drunk he couldn't even stand on his fucking feet much less get behind a wheel and drive.

My brother was still in fucking high school, he was outside stargazing because that's what he did, he lived among the stars because that's where his dreams and hopes were and this bastard comes along and hits him 60 miles per hour. I still remember the screeching tyres and the busting glass and the painful scream that I heard last.

I mean I was freshly out of high school, on my way to collage, packing up the last things in my room when it all happened. I just could not belief that it happened. My brother was so innocent, so young, he didn't deserve this. And now after 4 years of trails and court houses and investigation and shit the fucker was let go. Fucking justice system.

So I am taking justice into my own hands. I followed up on this idiot who had killed my brother. I followed him, his routine, where he went, where he lives. I remember how this idiot told the court house that he is a recovering alcoholic and that he had been sober for 5 years, as if, he even got a false sponsor to lie for him. He would go out drinking many night, sometimes even fall asleep behind the wheel before he would attempt to drive home.

I followed him tonight, I followed him right to his house and I choked him until he lost consciousness, so I tied him up to a chair. When he woke up I was standing ready with my 9mm to his temple. Ready to kill this fucking bastard. But I didn't think it through. Now my mind was overcome with doubts and what if's. Could I really do this? Could I just take someone's life like he had done?

I look into his fearful eyes, clearly he knew me, he knew who I am. Maybe I could make it look like a suicide or something. Could I maybe drown him in the bathtub? A simple stab wound to the heart? How could I not have thought this through before I came after him? I turn from him, how was I going to do this? I couldn't just leave the guy here. He would go to the police and open a case of attempted murder or some shit.

I could slit his neck… It would be quick and painless? But I wanted him to hurt. I wanted him to hurt like I did when I lost my brother, how my family had hurt. I need to get my head on straight. I need to think what to do. I walked to the kitchen placing my firearm on the counter and pull open the drawer and pull out a butcher's knife. Lucky for me I hadn't been so stupid to forget gloves.

They wouldn't find a finger print in this house even if they tried. Something in the corner of the drawer catches my eye, what is that? Why hadn't I seen this earlier? I take a closer look and frown, the edge of the corner had a hole and it seemed smaller than it should be. I pull at the little opening and wiggle it from side to side until it lifts up and a secret compartment is revealed. I push the kitchen utensils aside and onto the counter as I take a closer look at the compartment. I almost drop it when I see the contents.

Holy fucking hell was those fingers? Like real human fingers! Fucking hell! I almost yell as I place the drawer on the counter top to inspect the numerous finger in the compartment. There must have been roughly around 20 or so that was scattered in the compartment. I almost vomited in my mouth as I stare at the fingers. What the fuck was this guy doing? What had he done? That was the main question.

I take one of the fingers and inspect it, it was cut of the victim post mortem, clean direct cut. It seemed to be the ring finger and it belonged to a woman. That much I could tell. What was he doing with all these fingers? What had he done?

I look to the frame of the doorway where I know he is still tied up. This was one sick mother fucker, if he was the cause of the death of these people, and he cut of their fingers, he didn't deserve to be alive. Out of frustration I push the drawer to the floor and the fingers scatter all over the floor. If the police found him, they would find these as well. I walk back to the room the butcher's knife firmly in my hand.

I walk back towards him and he's just sitting there like he's waiting for something to happen. That he has accepted his fate and that he knew what I was going to do which only angered me more. I didn't think of what I do next and it just felt like my body was on auto pilot as I brought the knife to his neck, holding it in place as I watched him. The fear returning in his eyes.

"You sick fuck!" I yell and with the quick movement of my wrist I slice into his neck, slicing his artery as the blood start to gush out of the wound that the blade leaves. "I hope you fucking burn in hell." I threaten, this was it. He would fucking die and before anyone discover him he would rot in this hell hole that he called his house. I watched as the light left his eye and I felt overjoyed, I felt happy that I had taken his life. I just couldn't explain how I could be so joyous when killing another human being. I only knew that I had done justice. That justice had been served in some weird way.

The knife falls from my hand and hits the floor with a thud as I watch the blood pour down the massive wound to his neck. His life was dripping away each second I stood and watched. The sick feeling in the pit of my stomach I try to push away as the blood start to pool on the floor around him. As soon as the blood started to lessen around the wound and all light has left his eyes I turn from the scene in front of me.

Now it was time to make my escape. I had to leave because I waited too long. I just could not get caught. I leave the knife on the floor, I just needed to get my firearm on the kitchen counter and then I needed to sneak out of this shit hole.

I turn making my way towards the kitchen but stop. Did I just see something move? It was the air vent and I am sure as hell I saw something that moved, the light flickered again. What the hell? Was there someone else in this house? I didn't check before I came here, before I followed this piece of scum back. I take a step closer and I hear a noise. No I am not imagining this. My mind was not playing tricks on me, there was a small door of to the side that must lead to the cellar. There must have been someone following me and watching me. They must have seen what I had done. Fuck.

I move towards the door and press my ear to the wood of the door. I can hear scuffling. I can hear breathing. It's low and laboured, this person must either be struggling to breath or was sick. What was I going to do with another person? I couldn't just kill another person. But I would get caught. I would get thrown in jail. Fuck I really fucked up now.

I place my hand on the door handle, strangely enough the door was locked from the outside, it meant that he had kept this person locked up. I flick open the lock. I needed to see if I could salvage this, if I could fix this. I pull the door open and at first I see nothing, I see no one. I pull it open further and pop my head in looking from side to side. There are a bunch of steps that lead down and there is a light flickering which does not mean a good thing. Faulty wiring was always a big no-no. Better safe than sorry right?

I take a step down and still I hear nothing. But I know that I had seen something. I know it. I take a few more steps down and then something flickers at the left. I hear a grunt of pain and then she comes into view. A small cry leaves her throat as she tries to turn towards me clearly in complete pain. I stop, I don't make another move as I stare at her. She was the one that saw me murder the man. Now I needed to figure out what I was going to do because I couldn't just leave her here and I could not just kill her. What the fuck was I going to do?

She roles to her side, grunting again, her eyes close and I can see the tear's falling down her cheek. I inspect her closer, I look at her, really look at her. Her brown hair is a complete mess, hasn't been washed or brushed in days dare I say weeks. The dirt and grime sticking to her skin was like a second layer and I wonder when was the last time this girl bathed. The bruises that covered her arms and legs a sure sign that she was beaten up badly and regularly.

Who was this girl, why was she locked up in the cellar. What was this man doing to her. When I take a step closer she shrieks as she tries her best to push of off the hard ground. I watch as she stumbles and falls as she start to make her way towards me. Well rather the door and all I do is put my arm out and I grab her stopping her in her tracks. The pain shriek that left her lips made me shudder as I pull her closer to my body to restrain her and she would not let down as she struggled against me.

"Stop it!" I yell and this only made her struggle more, trying to get out of my grip, to get away from me. I push against her and she pushes of off me as I open my arms and as I anticipated she weakly falls to the floor in a little bundle, her arms instantly curling around herself as she tries to scatter away from me. I watch in fascination as she stares at me, her brown doe eyes broken.

"Please…" She whimpers and I raise my brow at her, please what? I mentally ask myself as I watch her. "I didn't mean to…" she whimpers again wiping viciously at her eyes to wipe away the tears. I don't understand what she's trying to say. I don't comprehend what's going on. All I know is that she is scared shitless, well I could say the same for myself.

"It's okay." I whisper bending down on one knee as I get level with her face but she tries desperately to scatter away yet again. I reach out a hand towards her and she just stares at me like I am some kind of monster. "It's okay…" Was I trying to convince her or myself? I am not sure at this moment.

I watch as she gulps and she's staring at my eyes, boring into them.

What happened here? Why was she even in here? Could this be related to the fingers that I found in the kitchen drawer? I look to her hands and I notice that she still has all her fingers intact. If anything was going to happen, I needed her to start talking but it doesn't seem like she would be co-operating to any of my requests. I haven't seen any one this scared… Wait I saw the same look just before I sliced the gentlemen's neck earlier. Did she think I was going to kill her? I should but that isn't the point.

When I inch closer to her she moves away. She's scared of me. "Hey, I won't hurt you." I whisper and her eyes widen, like she heard that before and it was a complete lie. I needed to figure out what was going on. Cause I knew killing this girl would not be doing justice. And I couldn't find it in myself to just take care of her. She had done nothing wrong, not that I know of so if I did do something to her I would forever feel guilty.