Like A Man Possessed

By: Tracy Cook

Disclaimer: I own nothing. These characters belong to the creators of Vampire Diaries.

Couple: Bonnie/Damon

Rating: M

Warning : This fic will have serial killer Damon in it. And lots of murder and violence and smut!

Author's Note : This fic will not have vampires in it! It will be completely AU and based off of the plot of the video game Indigo Prophecy! I will definitely change around a lot of things, dialogue, some setting stuff, romantic stuff, etc. I have always liked the concept of the game and I really just want to turn it into a fic! This will feature other characters, but the only pairing will be Bamon. Some Delena, but they are broken up in the fic!

Chapter One

Am I Crazy?

'Am I Crazy, Or Am I Insane?

Or Have I Already Lost My Mind?'

Damon stuffed his frost-bitten hands into the pockets of his leather jacket as he walked the icy streets of New York City. People were rushing around, calling out to taxis, and trying to get home to their warm beds. He didn't want to go home though. He didn't want to ever sleep again. Not after the horrific nightmares he had been having.

Every night he would close his eyes and enter the darkness of his mind. Inside of his head were terrible images. Images of people dying. He would watch through his eyes as they bled to death. Every time he woke they felt real. It felt like he had killed someone.

No matter how many pills he took to take away the nightmares.

They still came every night. He was losing sleep. His body felt heavy and exhausted and he was starting to hear and see things that weren't there. He was starting to feel like he was going insane.

Damon stared up at the neon sign on one of his favorite diners. His lips twisted up into a smile. Avoiding sleep had become a regular thing for him and he hated being at home all alone. It reminded him of everything he had lost over the years. Everywhere he looked he saw her things. Her clothes hanging in his closet, her boxes littering the floors. She had left him when his delusions had started to become too much for her to handle. She had left him because he was too difficult to love.

He couldn't blame her.

A quick burst of freezing air hit his skin and he pulled his leather jacket closer to his body, hurrying toward the diner. He reached out and gripped onto the door and walked inside. Immediately, the warm air in the diner rushed against his skin. He loved the feeling of it as it warmed his body.

Damon walked toward his favorite table and he took a seat at the booth. He lent his elbows against the table and he ran his hands through his dark hair. His head was pounding painfully and he felt completely drained. He hadn't slept in three days straight. He stared down at the table and he tried to focus his eyes, they were so blurry and bloodshot that he could barely see anything.

His eyes fluttered closed for a minute and his mind was filled with images from his nightmares.

He saw her face and her fear as he held her down and stabbed her directly in the chest. Four times. He saw the way that her eyes glazed over as she died. She had tried to fight back, but she wasn't as strong as him.

"Hi there!" An enthusiastic voice dragged him out of his thoughts.

Damon instantly knew who it was. She was his regular waitress. Her name was Caroline Forbes and usually her enthusiasm and her bright bubbly personality was refreshing. Tonight it was simply irritating. He glanced up at her and blue eyes connected with blue. He tried to offer her a smile in return, but he was so tired that he could barely move any of the muscles in his face.

"Ooh, someone looks really tired tonight! Long day?" She asked with a toothy grin.

"Yeah. You could say that." He laughed a little. "Can I get a coffee?"

"Coming right up!" The blonde said with a bounce in her step as she walked across the cafe. Her curly hair was tied up and it swayed back and forth as she skipped. Damon watched her closely with a furrowed brow as she started to pour him a cup of coffee.

He returned his attention to the table. His hands holding onto his head as he waited for the coffee. He was hoping that the caffeine would help return some energy to his body and get rid of his unbearable headache.

Caroline walked back to the table and she smiled down at him as she placed the coffee on the table beside him. Along with that she gave him three creamers, she knew that he liked three in his coffee. He was a regular and he had been in the cafe every night that week. He flashed her a handsome smile and thanked her for the coffee. She nodded her head and quickly moved toward the other table where another customer was.

He added the creamers into the coffee and stirred it, before lifting it to his lips and blowing on it. His eyes were focused intently on the man sitting in the booth in front of him. He could only see the back of his head, but for some reason he irritated him. He caused his heart to race in his chest as he sipped on his coffee.

Damon could see a darkness surrounding the man and he couldn't comprehend it. He knew that it was all in his head. It had to be.

His hand started to shake and he spilled the coffee on himself. It burnt. "Shit." He said as he quickly stood to his feet and headed through the diner toward the bathroom. The coffee was soaking through his shirt and he needed to clean it off. His body stiffened as he realized that the other man was following him into the bathroom. He could see the darkness in his eyes.

'What the hell is going on?' He thought as he pushed open the door to the restroom.

He moved toward the sink and he twisted the knob, turning the water on. He washed the coffee from his hands and then he wet a paper towel and started to attempt to remove the coffee from his shirt and pants. The other man entered the bathroom and headed over to use the urinal. Neither of them said anything but as Damon looked up into the mirror his chest tightened painfully and his stomach twisted in knots. He could see the darkness consuming the man behind him.

His muscles tensed and he tightened his grip on the sink as he stared into his own eyes.

Trying to calm himself down.

Damon knew it was the lack of sleep. He was just seeing things. The man hadn't done anything wrong.

His body was shaking and there was sweat on his brow as he stared deep into his eyes reflected in the mirror. His pupils were wide and he felt like he was about to vomit. His skin was a sickly color.

"You don't look so good, dude." The man said as he approached the sinks and started to wash his hands.

"Yeah, I'm not feeling so hot." Damon responded with a playful grin as he moved toward one of the stalls and closed it behind him. He needed to get away from the other man before he did something he would regret. He didn't trust himself at the moment. He didn't trust anyone or anything. He felt like he was going out of his mind.

He sat on the toilet and he stared up at the ceiling. Trying to rid his mind of the disgusting thoughts. He just needed to relax.

"Okay, just calm down Damon. Just calm down. These things aren't real." He muttered to himself as he dug his nails into his skin and itched his arms. His anxiety was becoming far too overwhelming. He felt like there were bugs beneath his skin. He couldn't relax.

"Hey, you okay in there?" The man called from the other side of the door.

"Yeah. I'm fine." He just wanted him to go away and leave him in peace.

"You sure?"

Damon could feel anger pumping through his veins and his head suddenly snapped back. His eyes rolling back in his head and his body shaking. He pulled his pocketknife from his pants and he started to carve symbols into his wrists. He was no longer conscious. He no longer had control over his body. He was lost in the darkness of his own mind.

Blood was rolling down his arms, dripping from his fingertips. He stood to his feet. His legs were wobbly beneath the weight of his body and he moved like a puppet on strings. He was still holding his knife in his hand as he opened the door to the bathroom. Damon could see the man before him, but he couldn't control his own body. He was trapped.

"Whoa, dude, you're bleeding!" The man said. "Let me get some paper towels." He hurried across the bathroom to the sinks. "What were you doin' in there? Tryin' to kill yourself?"

The man furrowed his brow as he stared up into the mirror. Damon was moving toward him. He was leaving behind a trail of blood and he was dragging his feet. Terror filled his eyes as he started to turn and face him, but hands were suddenly holding him in place. There was a hand over his mouth stopping him from screaming out for help. His cries were muffled by the hand over his mouth and he was staring into the mirror at the demented man behind him. His blue eyes were cold and empty.

They were the eyes of a killer.

He thrashed around and tried to reach for anything that could aid in getting the man off of him. He could taste his blood against his lips from the cuts. It was bitter and disgusting. "Mmm.." He tried to push him off of him. But, it was too late. Within seconds Damon had stabbed him through the back, cutting the arteries connecting his heart to their source of blood.

Damon stabbed him again, three more times, cutting off all of his arteries.

The man died watching his killer stare him directly in the eyes. His body was now limp in Damon's arms.

Damon's body started to shake abruptly and his focus slowly returned. He had control back over his body and he was staring himself in the face. His arms ached from where he had cut into them, and he was holding a dead man in his arms. A man that he had killed. He jumped away from the man and dropped his lifeless body to the ground. He stared down at him. He was paralyzed by what he had just done. He was scared to death that someone was going to walk in on him standing over his victim.

Panic set in and he frantically started to look around the room. He didn't know what to do. He stuffed the pocketknife back into his pocket and he looked for his leather jacket. He didn't even remember taking it off.

'What the fuck, what the fuck! What did I just do?'

He spotted his jacket out of the corner of his eyes. It was in the stall and it was covered in his own blood. He didn't care. He needed to cover up his arms.

Damon rushed into the stall and he pulled the jacket over his arms then he stared over at the body. His heart was pounding loudly in his ears. He couldn't think. He couldn't believe that he had just killed a man. He couldn't even remember doing it.

'Should I hide the body? Should I clean up the mess? What do I do?' He just wanted to get out of there as fast as humanly possible. No matter where he hid the body they would eventually find him. His blood was all over the bathroom floor. There was no escape. He was going to jail and if he didn't then at the very least he was going straight to Hell.

He hurried out of the bathroom and back through the restaurant toward his table.

"Here you go, Caroline." Damon said as he left a twenty on the table. "Keep the change." He didn't want to bring any more attention to himself. He just wanted to get home and pray that no one would find out it was him.

He opened the door to the cafe and he started to run along the street, looking for a taxi. "Taxi!" He called, but they didn't stop. And he frantically twisted around and looked for another. He slammed into someone in his frantic movements and his blue eyes landed on her. She was a beautiful young woman with caramel skin that caused her green eyes to pop brightly. Her hair was long and dark and she had a smile on her heart-shaped lips. She looked concerned about him. That wasn't the normal reaction when you ran into someone in New York City.

Damon didn't have time to stop and talk to her. He needed to get home and get rid of the evidence. "Sorry." He said.

Then he spotted a Taxi and he raised his hand yelling for it. This time it stopped. He ran and jumped inside. Once he had told the driver his address he relaxed back into the comfort and safety of the seat and he stared out the window at the young woman he had ran into. He knew he would never see her again. Under different circumstances he would have stopped and flirted with her. She was gorgeous.

'Everywhere I Go, I See Them.

Everywhere I Am, They Are At.'

Green eyes watched him closely as he jumped into the taxi. She had seen this scene in her dreams a hundred times. This was the moment that he had killed someone. She had watched him kill the man. She had watched the way that his eyes rolled back into his head, she had felt how he lost control over his body. The man that was running was a victim. Of what, she wasn't quite sure yet.

But, she had a really bad feeling that whatever it was was just the start of something horrible.

Bonnie had been having visions of the man since the moment she learned about her powers. Her Grams had always told her she was a witch and that she was psychic, but she had always assumed that she was just going senile. She never once thought that she was telling the truth.

Not until the visions started.

At first, she had thought that she was going crazy. She would touch a glass of orange juice and she would see the man lifting orange juice to his lips. It was such a silly thing to see. At first the visions made little to no sense. Why would her mind show her the man drinking orange juice? Why was that prevalent? What did that mean?

As the visions continued to grow more real and more intense, she started to grow attached to the man in a strange way.

She had watched his girlfriend give up on him. She had watched him beg her to stay with him. She had watched her call him insane and tell him she wanted nothing to do with him before slamming the door in his face. She had watched him contemplate suicide. He had consumed an entire bottle of pills and lay in bed as the music drifted through his apartment complex. He was all alone now and he was lost in his dangerous and confusing thoughts.

Bonnie had practically watched the last few months of his life like a film.

And the last few nights her visions had been about the cafe and the murder he was about to commit. She had hoped to arrive at the cafe in time to stop him before he did something he regretted, but she had been late. She could hear the sound of sirens as the cops drove up to the cafe. Someone had found the body and called them.

She knew that she couldn't stick around. If she did then they would think she had something to do with it.

She needed to find the older man and help him.

Bonnie started to walk along the sidewalk in the opposite direction of the cafe. Her hands stuffed in her pockets for warmth as she hurried back to her apartment complex.

'I Got Home Kind Of Late Last Night,

My Mind Wasn't Clear, But I Could Tell That Something Wasn't Right.'

"Can't we go a single night without a bloody homicide?" Rebekah asked as Elijah pulled up to the cafe. The sirens were loud and buzzing in her ears and she spotted a young woman walking away from the cafe out of the corner of her eye. She doubted she had anything to do with the murder, but it peaked her curiosity.

"There is a reason that they call this the city that never sleeps." He reminded with a small smile.

"Very true." The blonde police officer said, laughing a little as she opened her door and stepped out into the snow. She was wearing stylish boots with her police uniform. She saw no need to not still look beautiful despite the uniform.

Elijah and her both started to walk toward the cafe, pulling the door open and walking inside. There was a sinister feeling in the room. The customers were all sitting quietly in their booths watching as the police walked in. They looked terrified by what they had seen. Particularly one man. He was rocking back and forth and biting at his nails. Rebekah immediately assumed that he was the man that had walked in on the crime scene.

There was a blonde waitress that also looked nervous as she sat at the bar. Her eyes landed on her and she could tell that she was the one to talk to. She knew something about the murderer.

Rebekah just had a way of reading people.

"I have a feeling that the waitress knows something." She told Elijah.

He nodded his head and smiled at her. "You interrogate her. I will go and investigate the crime scene." His tone was even and calm and he walked toward the bathroom with perfect posture.

The blonde police officer walked toward the waitress. Her heels clacking against the tile floor as she approached her. She noticed that the waitress was in a state of shock. Her hands were shaking, her blue eyes were wide, and her curls were falling out of her hair tie. She looked terrified. 'She has probably never witnessed a murder occur... This will change her entire perspective on everything. She will probably quit her job.'

"Hello there." She said with a smile on her full lips. "I am officer Mikaelson. Care to tell me what occurred tonight?"

They had to treat everyone as a suspect. She had learnt a long time ago that you couldn't underestimate people. No matter their gender or emotional state.

Everyone was capable of murder.

"Uh, yeah, of course." The waitress said with a forced smile. "My name is Caroline by the way. Caroline Forbes." She was sort of surprised by how beautiful the cop was. It was a little distracting. "I was just working like usual and then that guy over there." She nodded toward the guy who was shaking. "Walked into the bathroom and he started screaming for help. I ran into the bathroom and I saw the..." Her voice trailed off and she barely choked out the next word, "Body. And so I called the cops."

The British woman watched her closely. Reading her facial features. She believed her. "Did you happen to see any suspicious looking characters lurking around the cafe?"

"Well, there was one guy." Caroline admitted. "His name is Damon. He's a regular of mine. He was sitting over there at that booth and he was in the bathroom at the same time as the other guy." She couldn't say the word victim. It sounded so wrong. She couldn't believe that the man who had smiled at her and thanked her for the coffee could be capable of killing someone. All this time she had been innocently flirting with him for tips and he could have killed her.

It was a terrifying reality.

"What did he do after he left the bathroom?" Rebekah wondered. "Did he seem to be in a hurry?"

"Yeah! He rushed out of the bathroom, but he still paid for his coffee." Caroline scrunched up her face in confusion. She didn't understand why he would stop to pay for his coffee. Why wouldn't he just sneak out the window in the bathroom or out the back door into the alleyway?

"Do you know this man's last name?"

"Not off the top of my head no."

"Did he ever pay with credit cards?" Rebekah asked curiously. That would be an easy way to find out his name.

"Nope. He always paid with cash." Caroline said with an apologetic look on her face. She felt terrible that she couldn't be of more assistance. She honestly didn't know much about Damon. She knew his name and that he liked three creamers in his coffee. She knew that he was charming and flirtatious and that lately he had started to act a little different. A little anxious and scared. But, she would have never thought he could kill someone.

"Thank you, Caroline." She said before she turned on her heels and heading toward the man that had found the body.

'I Hear Voices, When I Am All Alone.

Hearing Voices, But There Is Nobody Home.'

Author's Note :

This is an AU Bamon fic that I have had on my mind for a long time. I didn't want to start a new fic, but I decided that I would focus all of my energy into this fic and If These Wings Could Fly! Until I finish them both! :)) That is if y'all like the concept of this fic! There will be murder, gore, and smut in this fic. Right now I am thinking only one pairing and that is Bamon. The chapters will be longer than this one, but I wanted to get the idea out there and see if y'all liked it! So please, tell me what y'all think! How do you feel about Damon in this fic? Do you feel bad for him? Are you mad at him? Are you excited to see Bonnie find him and try and help him? What about Elena? Do y'all want to see her in the fic? (Probably not lol but just for some added drama)? Do y'all like the Rebekah and Elijah police duo!?

I really do hope that you guys like this idea because I am really excited about it!

Thank you all so much for reading!

I love you guys!

-Tracy Cook-