Part 3
Damon sat in the corner of a dark ally. About two weeks had passed since his interaction with the newly created vampire Ellie. The Bitch. After her disappearance the Salvatore vampire had searched for her but come across nothing. Almost as if the girl vanished into thin air. Much like Katherine had been back in 1864. He had heard when she wanted to disappear, she could actually vanish. He glared at the mangled mess that was in front of him. A beautiful rich woman by the name of Clarice Taylor. He pulled the small little wallet from her purse and went through it, glancing from her name to her address, marital status, if she had kids. Which she did looked around 18. The daughter was cute. Time to pay them a visit. As he slowly got up, Damon picked up the body and slung it over his shoulder.
"Upsy-daisy we go Clarice." He smirked as he began walking. "I was gonna visit your family without you, But then I thought we could give them a gift. You."
He laughed as he exited the ally. The weather was shit out tonight. It had rained on and off for the past week. On more than off. He could hear people talking but moved to his right carrying the body like it was nothing or no one's problem. Which if anyone tried to make it their problem he would..
"Hey you! What do you have there?" Great.
"Oh nothing officer."
He looked over to his left as one of Nevada's finest approached him with his hand on his gun.
"Juuust a dead body."
With those words that left his lips the man pulled the gun out and pointed it at Damon.
"What the hell!? Drop the body! Now!"
His smirk appeared on his lips as he did what the officer told him to do.
"Back up! Against the wall!"
The officer kept his eyes on the being that would easily end his miserable life. Kneeling down, his gun pointed at Damon, the officer looked down to examine the girl's lifeless body. Reaching his free hand up he grabbed his walkie, but within a blur Damon had the man up against the wall his fangs out.
"What...Are..."
Damon tilted his head and applied his vampiric smirk on the helpless human. His eyes narrowed and pushed into the officers.
"You're gonna help me get this woman to her family so I can kill them. Fetch your car and bring it over, and hurry."
Damon released him and the dazed and confused officer did as he was asked.
The officer had managed to get the car to Damon in time without anyone noticing in which he himself, the cop, and the dead rich woman were all three in route to her house. Peering out the window of the backseat side window, Damon watched the humans do their things. Some sat on porches as the light from above lit to where they could see. Teenagers hung around outside just spending quality time with one another. Stefan and Damon used to go out at night. Only to the front yard, Their father Giuseppe never allowed them to go further on as young boys. As they got older they resulted in playing catch with a football.
"We're nearly their sir."
The officer's voice broke through Damon's wall as he glanced over at him with curiosity in his eye.
"What's your name?"
Looking through his rear view mirror the compelled officer answered the vampire controlling him.
"Byron sir. Byron Mathews."
The vampire turned his head back to the street outside the window as the car zoomed past everyone.
"Give me your gun, Mr. Mathews."
Reaching down Byron pulled his gun out of it's holster and held it up so Damon could grab it, in which he did.
"What do you plan to do with my gun sir?"
Damon chuckled slightly, as he pushed the barrel over revealing a full chamber.
"Well right now i'm just emptying it. I'll leave one bullet. Just one."
He looked up from the gun as each bullet fell to the car floor, and he caught one. His eyes flickered towards the mirror so the officer Byron could see him.
"I think you know what comes next."
Byron took in a sharp breath while his mouth spoke words that he would never mean to say.
"You want me to take you and the lady to her house, drive off, and take that one bullet and blow my head off. Correct?"
Damon's lips curved up into a smile
"Ding ding, You guessed right. Oh. But make sure you are driving when you pull the trigger."
He looked back down at the gun placing the bullet back in the chamber and closed it. Moments later the car stopped and Byron got out to open the door for him and the dead lady. He stepped out and smiled. The officer collected the body and dumped it out into the grass.
"Good luck sir."
As he went to get into his car Damon stopped him.
"Do you have any family Byron?"
The cop reached into his back pocket and pulled his wallet out, which Damon quickly grabbed from him. Flipping it open and showed a picture of Byron, his wife, and child.
"How old is your child?"
Byron looked down at the picture. "Three years old sir."
Damon gathered the money from the wallet and tossed it back to Byron, who then placed it into his pocket.
"Poor kid. We all lose a parent someday, This time it’s just moments away."
He turned from the man and gathered the body as Byron spoke.
"Why are you doing this to my child?"
He stopped and looked backwards. "Boredom?.. I don't know, Cause I feel like it." He straightened back up and glared at Byron. "Giving you a reason as to why I want you dead is the least of my problems buddy. And in about five minutes you're not going to give a damn either. But. Don't worry, Your wife and child just inherited this lovely home and all the goodies inside."
The cop stared in disbelief as the vampire turned away and stalked off. The noble officer who was only doing his job, quietly got back into his car and drove off. The gun was in the passenger side when he picked it up and stuck in his mouth. Even though Damon had compelled the officer to do all this, he never told him to not feel. From the moment his finger went on the trigger to the time he pulled it, Byron Mathews showed a tear on his face for in that brief period of time his beautiful wife and child flashed into his vision. A flash of love.
Damon walked up to the house and smirked as he heard the car down the road swerve and hit a few more with alarms blaring. His hand hit the buzzer, when an older man opened the door.
"Hey there, Mr. Taylor. I found your wife." He tossed the body at his feet. "May I come in?"
