Possession

Without his humanity, what are Damon's intentions for Bonnie? Damon shows up starting trouble, forcing Bonnie into a dangerous affair behind Enzo's back!

Chapter 1 – In the thick, thick fog

Rating M –

**Musical Inspiration for this chapter, Beyonce/Crazy in love, The Slow version ONLY. Very important. The version from Fifty Shades of Grey, and not the old one. This chapter should have an eerie feel to it. Please Enjoy.

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Elena, it's been months since Damon and Enzo disappeared. Bonnie's been holding it together relatively well around me and Stefan. She smiles, she talks, she goes about her day business as usual. She scares me sometimes. Bonnie always holds herself together so well and we usually don't know when she is falling apart. Today I could tell she had barely slept in about two or three days. At night she had me and Stefan coming to the cabin to hang out with her. At first it was just once or twice a week. Then she started inviting us over every night.

It was kind of weird because she fought herself to stay awake. It is as though she was either hallucinating or they are messing with her head. Either way, I will continue to look out for her. I need to be there for Bon. She is faking a good front, but she doesn't fool me. She even has Stefan worried about her. And no such luck on Damon and Enzo, but I promise soon to have some new words on their whereabouts.

Caroline.

At the Cabin.

"Bon, sweetie, you look tired. Me and Stefan should probably let you sleep. I hate for you to try to entertain us when you clearly need sleep."

"No, Care, I'm fine trust me." Bonnie jumps in place and looks out of the window. "Did you guys see that?"

"What Bon?"

Bonnie proceeds to run outside and she looks up and down every inch of the outside of the cabin. "Bon. What is it? What do you see?"

"I saw them, or him, I swear Care really. Just right here. He was just standing here."

"Bon, sweetie. Come back to the boarding house with Stefan and I. Please don't stay out here alone. I am worried for you."

"No. I can't leave. He will come back here. I know he will. This is our place. I need to stay here, okay. I am sorry Care. I know you don't get it, but it's just..." Her eyes got watery.

"No, hunny. I am sorry. I get it. Stay out here if you need to. Okay. One night, a couple more nights max, then promise us you'll come to the boardinghouse."

"Sure."

"Bonnie, I don't think it is safe for you to be out here. I really don't. Even if Enzo or God forbid Damon make it out here, they are devoid of humanity. You are one hundred percent human Bonnie. No powers what so ever. I am giving you one more night. After tonight I am bringing you to the boarding house myself." Stefan said.

Stefan grabbed and held Bonnie as if she was a fragile young girl. She didn't notice the insinuation because she was still focused on the idea of someone being outside of the cabin. "Okay Stefan." He kisses her forehead.

Caroline and Stefan left the cabin, and Bonnie knew she wasn't alone out there. She sat on the cabin couch with Enzo's guitar in her hand staring at the fire. She drinks herself a couple of glasses of bourbon every night. A little habit she picked up in the recent weeks of her lonely quest. Holding the guitar, her fingers trickled through the cords trying to figure out the medley to a song they had practiced, between her sips of bourbon. One he had wrote for her. Her body was warm from Bourbon, but the fire was dying and she needed to get some more wood before the fire went out. She sat the guitar down and quietly got up from the couch. She walked towards the front door and as she opened the door the darkness engulfed her as she stepped into it. A cold breeze carried her down the stairs and she walked to the tree with the pieces of wood about fifty feet from the cabin. Slowly, she took her steps carefully, and as she did she felt a secondary set of steps behind her. She kept walking ignoring it, the steps got closer to her, and closer to her. She stopped and the second set of steps stopped.

"I know you're there."

She didn't bother to turn around, she just kept walking towards the fire wood. Once she reached the fire wood the footsteps ceased again. Careful quiet steps. Predatorial. She grabbed two piece of fire wood and turned toward the cabin, no one was there. She stood with her fears in her throat. She swallowed them. She walked back to the cabin. Not as slow as before, she picked up the pace and the quicker she waked the heavier the atmosphere around her felt. She felt weighed down and the two light pieces of wood were feeling heavier.

Bonnie tried to walk faster, remembering what Stefan said. She got to the porch and the quiet could be swallowed by the thickness of the air around her. Every step she took echoed the woods. That is how quiet it was. She wanted to get into the cabin unscathed and quietly. As soon as she made it to the step a force made Bonnie trip and she fell on the steps dropping both pieces of wood, awakening every beast the woods could possibly house at night.

"Hello." She turned in fear feeling a dark presence. " I know you are out there. Stop making me feel crazy." She screamed. She turned to the cabin picked up the wood and the sooner she stood up and reached the door it slammed shut in her face. The thick fog infiltrated the dark porch. Even the light of the moon could barely penetrate her vision. She shook the knob of the door and it wouldn't open. Bonnie began to panic, and the thick fog was filling her airways, fogging her vision and trapping her in her powerless fears.

"Please." She screamed. "Motus." She even tried her magic knowing it was no longer in her. "Open stupid door." Her body was weighed down and the feeling was unbearable. She didn't even want to turn around and look for the culprit. She shook the door some more, and her breaths were getting shorter and fewer. The thickness surrounded her. She couldn't even see her own hand.

She turned her back against the door because she feared for whatever was behind her back. She looked and could see nothing. But a thick humid air encapsulated her and she grew increasingly more and more weak. Bonnie short breath caused her to fall to the porch and collapse knees, chest, shoulders, head before she laid out, almost paralyzed, at the vision of a crow on the cabin porch watching her. Peircing blue eyes, and a dark, dark aura. Her nose began to bleed and she blacked out.

Bonnie woke up on the couch in the later part of the morning. Her chest hurt and she was light-headed. The extra wood was sitting in front of the fire place, and the guitar was back on the stand.

Was I dreaming?

She was still fully dressed.

She got up slowly and saw that the cabin was all still in place. She must have been dreaming. Yes. That's it. It was all just a dream.

She got up and showered and got ready to drive into town. She packed a small overnight bag to take Caroline up on her offer, or more like Stefan's threat. She went to the library and did more research on the chain of murders that were happening along the west coast. Somehow the trail lightened, and went off into several directions. They were smart she thought. Trying to keep from being trailed.

After a couple of hours, Bonnie got hungry. She hasn't eaten a square meal in weeks. She was having a craving for Pancakes. She went to the Diner down the way from the grille and sat along drinking herself a cup of milk. She needed the vitamin D, she had barely seen the light of day in weeks. In fact, this was the first day in weeks she got out and about in the public. Her skin was becoming so pale she was beginning to question her own sanity.

Caroline met Bonnie at the dinner. "Hey babe, how are you feeling? Did you get any sleep last night?"

"Yes. In fact, my first night in weeks of actual sleep. I didn't wake up until nine."

"Good. I was beginning to worry about you Bon. You have been, well, not yourself lately."

"I know. Care, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure?"

"Do you think they still feel... anything at all?"

"What do you mean?"

"Can emotions possibly linger in the back of a mind of a demon without humanity? You did it once, is it possible?"

"It's hard to say sweetie. I mean, for me they were there, but I fought like hell to avoid them, because it was so much better without having to be concerned with it. Even if I hurt you, or Elena, in the process, it was just the rush of acting on impulse, and being in power of such chaos. It felt better than feelings and emotions."

"So what about people, did you ever still care about people?"

"I did, and I didn't. Why do you ask?"

Bonnie shook it off staring at the people in the diner. "No reason."

"But in all fairness Bonnie, What Enzo and Damon are feeling, I don't know. This is different. It's possible they are possessed."

"Possessed?"

"Yes, whatever was in the vault, is out, and it is possible it is inside of both Damon and Enzo."

Bonnie tensed up and lost her appetite suddenly again.

"Bonnie, sweetie you need to eat. You are going to kill yourself."

Bonnie rolls her eyes and smiles, "You do know you are paranoid by nature, right?"

"Hey, I can't help it. After having three beautiful years with Josie and Lizzie, I don't know how not to be." Caroline gets choked up.

"Oh crap, Caroline... how selfish of me. How are you dealing with this separation? I know it can't be easy."

"It's not. But at the same time I realize I was thrust into a position that I didn't ask for. And no, I am not complaining, but I would be lying if I didn't admit, that there were days I sat there and wondered why me? Taken from everything I knew and put into a position, I didn't ask for, nor did I ever think could happen. I love them. They are my daughters. Even if not biological, but it was hard some days. Just asking myself if I could ever make myself love Alaric the way I love Stefan? Can I ever really leave behind the 'supernatural" life? Is it fair for me to keep my daughters power from them? And then I realize how lucky I was to have them, knowing that any other way, it would not have been possible. I've battled myself every day since I found out I was pregnant. I mean, I love Stefan, but you know, it's different when children are involved. They are more important than anything."

Bonnie moves out of her side of the booth and sits next to Caroline and holds her.

"We really need to stick together right now. Losing the most important people to us, basically our families. Let's vow to not lose one another. It's just me, you and Stefan now."

Caroline nodded her head, as she and Bonnie released tears of pain and comforted one another.

"I'm so glad I have you back." Caroline said.

"Me too. Come on. Let's get out of here. I need a drink."

"Ditto."

Bonnie and Caroline spent the day together. They went to the grille with Stefan for Dinner and stayed and had some drinks. When they were finished. He took them both back to the boarding house. He and Caroline headed to their room.

"Bon? Do you need anything?" Stefan asked.

"No. Thanks Stefan. I am just going to sit down here and have a drink for a minute."

"Okay, don't hesitate to ask for anything."

"Thanks Stefan." Stefan had become a like a big brother to Bonnie in recent months. He felt strangely over protective of her because she was more fragile than she let on and she was good at withholding emotions.

Bonnie sat alone and poured a glass of Damon's bourbon and drank alone. She sat glumly and drank, remembering the two men who left. Ultimately for her and ultimately never returned. Her heart started sinking in her chest again. She has been a shell of herself, putting on a front of how she was really feeling. Her emotions were tied in a knot and withholding her from herself. She thought she saw Enzo twice, and she feels Damon's presence when she drinks his bourbon. The guitar, the bourbon, her little reminder of the two men she loved more than anything. She did what she could to feel the presence of them in her mind. She drank herself into oblivion every night. No one knew Bonnie had become a closet, nightly alcoholic.

"You always said it was the burn that you liked." She spoke to herself in Damon's chair.

She drowned herself in his bourbon. Her last moments with Damon were scary, her last moments with Enzo were scary. She almost murdered them both. Tears fled slowly. She didn't cry though, they just crawled out slowly and dripped down her face as the fire forced her eyes to zone.

Bonnie took another drink of the liquor allowing it to burn the whole way down. There it is. The feeling is back. Her mind was relaxing, the thoughts were separating themselves and pulling apart her fears.

She feels it again, his presence. She doesn't move. She just sits there, lifts the glass to her lips and pours the brown liquid down her throat.

"I am aware that this is a pity party. I am well aware that I am just drowning in my own emptiness. I don't care." The emotional crying version of herself was getting angered with the trying to be pitifully cynical with herself side. Bonnie stood up and turned to look at the sounds following her.

"Where are you? Stop doing this to me." She spoke to the openness of the main room. She downed the last of her glass and threw it into the fire in true Damon fashion. She slowly started pulling her clothes off as she walked up the stairs. She didn't care if Caroline or Stefan walked and saw her. She made her way into his bedroom and shut and locked the door. Her body was hot on the inside and shivering on the outside. She took her clothes off and walked to his shower turning the water on. She stood in the mirror naked and saw her slowly shrinking body. She was disgusted with herself. She covered her body and cried, the fog of the hot water was filling the room and Bonnie stepped into the shower and let the heat hit her cold body.

Her back against the glass of the shower, hiding herself letting the water make her feel real. Her hair stuck to her face and she didn't bother moving it. She couldn't see anyways. She was drowning in her emptiness and there was no cure.

Then she felt him, in the water with her. She didn't open her eyes. He was there, she didn't need to see him she could feel him. He was staring at her, she turned around and put her chest to the glass. She looked out of the glass into the foggy bathroom and forced her back to him. He is pressed against her. He's naked too her hands are wrapped around her body. He takes them from around her. And put them on the glass, with her fingers spread apart leaving her imprint on the glass. He puts his hands next to hers and takes a long smell of her neck, and her hair, and her. Once he has had his fill of her scent, he stands up and pulls her into him. His hands roam her body. Slowly softly, gently. Gliding over her breasts, massaging the feeling back into them. He roams her body again; one hand finds its way moving down her stomach. She puts her hand on top of his and trails her stomach along with him. Her head falls back against him and she gets lost in the fog, the hot fog of the shower. He puts his other hand to her throat, and lets two fingers find their way into her mouth, both of her hands trail his as he touches her. Her hair rest against his chest as few strands cover her face. She bites down. Hard.

She tastes blood.

His other two fingers make their way inside of her. She stops breathing. He pulls her into him, against his body. Silencing her with his dominating force, Bonnie's pulse quickens and she begins breathing again. This time her breathing is faster and her breaths are shorter.

Her body forces her to release and she lets everything go in that moment. The fog of the shower holds her and she is lost in the moment. Her eyes are closed and her teeth are clenching one set of his fingers, and her wet hot center is clenching his other fingers, and all at once she collapses.

The next morning, Bonnie wakes up in Damon's bed. She fell asleep in his bed, that she doesn't remember crawling into. Her head hurts. She drank too much last night. But she remembers everything. She grabbed her head as she sat up and noticed she had two bite marks on her fingers. She stared in confusion but realized she was dreaming again.

She stood up and yet again, she had another good night of sleep. She walks to the bathroom and brushes her teeth and washes her face. The shower behind her gave her the chills. She left it alone. She washed her face with hot water and the pale color she had been sporting the day before was looking a little more golden today. She let the hot water run in the sink for a few minute forgetting to turn it off turned to walk out of the bathroom.

She looked at her fingers, and swore, that what she felt was real, but she knew it was the liquor. His bourbon, made her see him in her dreams. She smiled.

"I see why you love bourbon so much Mr. Salvatore." She said to herself quietly. Her dreams gave her his presence and even if it were a small figment of her imagination, it felt real, and in those moments she felt alive again.

Bonnie noticed the bathroom started to fog again and she realized she left the hot water on. She walked slowly to turn it off and saw the strangest thing. Four hand prints on the shower. Hers, and two large one next to hers. She shut off the water faucet and turned around. She walked backwards into the cabinet as she watched the hand prints as clear as day start to disappear along with her own. The fog was gone, and she was standing there, dumbstruck. "What the hell?" She whispered to herself. She looked down at her fingers and the bite marks were gone.

Bonnie begins questioning her sanity. Either she is going crazy, or Damon's possessed and...

"Is he fucking with my head?"