Possession

What happens to Bonnie when Damon and Enzo have been gone for months without a word? Her emptiness makes Bonnie think she is going crazy. Is Damon haunting her dreams, or is he haunting her?

Chapter 2 – No Sight No Sound

Rating M For maturity

*I do not own these characters

*Happy reading lovelies.

* Musical inspiration Audio Slave (What you Are) or (Shadow of the Sun)

Bonnie was awakened around 8am and she felt amazingly fulfilled. She sat up and stretched into the sunlight. For a temporary moment, she didn't remember what happened last night. She stood up and her feet hit the ground. She was a force to be reckoned with every time she woke up. Instinctively, Bonnie walked to her bathroom and brushed her teeth and washed her face. She didn't even look in the mirror. She started her period and she was cramping. She felt the soreness in her back, and between her legs. She wanted to take a hot shower. She knew once she was done, she would be ready for hot tea. Before she stared her day, she went to the chair to grab her sweats which were folded on her chair and the sweater which hung over the back of it. She didn't think twice because she always kept them there. Then she remembered the night before she couldn't find them and how were they there today. Bonnie felt her neck and she had two bite marks. What the hell? She then took a shower and noticed two bite marks on her breast. How in the…? She freaked out. She retraced her steps and walked into the bedroom. As she went inside the bedroom the memories flooded her brain.

~x Last XX Night x~

Bonnie convinced herself of Damon's where abouts, still being wherever Enzo was, and she knew her fears were all in her head. She took more time at the cabin to be alone. She went through she and Enzo's things and for what is was worth, she focused on her good memories. The faithful love she had for Enzo, was holding her in her sanity right now.

She decided to lay off on the bourbon for a while. The bourbon must have been the reason for her hallucinations. She also made it appoint not to go back to the boarding house. She didn't have answers for what was happening, but she wanted to keep herself from the idea that Damon was trying to make her go crazy.

Bonnie's guilt over her dreams or hallucinations of Damon, drove her to think about Enzo all of the time.

Tonight she lay in bed trying to sleep away her anxiety.

The darkness of the room seeped into Bonnie's mind trapping her inside of herself. She wanted to allow her mind a chance to relax into the darkness. Not see a thing that would have her believing she was insane.

She lay in her panties and tank top. The heat of the summer was beginning to infiltrate the cabin's wooden walls. Her body moistened to the humid air and she lay there restless. She tossed and turned for hours. Until the fourth hour where she hit what felt like a hard body in her bed. She sat up and refused to feel whether it was a hallucination or not. Her body trembled and her mind was trying to put her heart at ease. The second a vampire detects the increase in heart rate, they smell your fear, and fear was not the antidote for her current bearing. Slowly Bonnie scooted back towards the edge of her and Enzo's bed and dropped her legs one at a time to the floor. The room was so dark, she prayed her movements were enough to keep it or him away from her so long as she could move with utter stealth.

Bonnie squeezed her eyes shut and bit down on her bottom lip to keep her teeth from chattering at the sudden chill that overtook her body.

As her first foot drops to the floor, she uses her muscles to capacity to abstain from making any noise. Her hands support her body weight on the large comfortable bed, as she slowly lowers her other leg to the ground. Her eyes squeeze closed even tighter, biting down her lower lip attempting to muffle her would be cries.

Both feet reluctantly reach the ground and Bonnie has yet to allow her foot to fall flat. She continues standing on her toes until she gets to the large rug in her room. Once there she doesn't move a muscle in the darkness. She tries to remember what Enzo taught her about feeling around the darkens to familiarize herself with her surroundings. It helped her to remember the setup of her room. She was going to attempt to grab at her sweat pants and put them on her and her sweat shirt. She hated the idea of her body being exposed to the darkness and possibility of a vampire without his humanity.

The second Bonnie grabbed for her sweater she felt a slight blow breeze past her. But heard no noise. She began to shake. Her hands reached out to bare air until she found the chair she searched for and the sweater was no longer draped over it. She wouldn't panic. She reached for the seat of the chair to grabs her folded up sweat pants.

The seat was empty. Bonnie squeezed her eyes tight and held her body with her own arms. She felt another breeze and she turned her back to the bed. She was in the center of her room, and felt like being against a wall. Bonnie needed to walk to the nearest wall and put her back against it. She didn't want to be opened in any way to the air. Bonnie's arm hair slowly stood on end as a darkness approached her from every angle. She had no idea which way to turn.

She crossed her legs. Bonnie felt like she had to pee in this very moment. Her pussy throbbed so hard from fear she clenched her muscles to keep from peeing on herself. A tear fell down her cheek and she choked back on several opportunities to clear her throat. Her fear was overcoming her sense, clouding her judgement on which move to make next. Bonnie felt the darkness looming again, and she disregarded everything Enzo taught her. Bonnie jumped and ran towards the door, she didn't care about the thud. She reached for the light switch and her hand was grabbed by something. Not someone, but something.

Bonnie was engulfed in the masculine aura of blackness and the second she opened her eyes, the rainbows and colors that come from squeezing your eyes too tight loomed in her entire palette of blackness. She saw pink bubbles, and blue clouds, and yellow stars as the feeling of heftiness weighed down on Bonnie's body after she was thrown to her back. She felt as if she was fighting back she felt as if she was screaming but all she knows was she was paralyzed and her body was working against her. She was begging, please. She really was. But the sound wasn't coming out.

Her back was against the bed and her arms were pinned to her sides, and she couldn't make out the force holding her still. She thought she was being possessed. Her body felt like hers but as if she could not control it.

Mumbling sounds moved Bonnie's lips but nothing came out except saliva, in an uncontrollable manner. Bubbling at the tips and corners of her lips. She was drinking the word vomit of her fear. Swallowing… every…single… word… of hope. No sight no sound. After what felt like pure minutes of forceful withholding of her body movements, Bonnie's legs were parting to the air, she was trying to hold them closed but against her will they were moving away from each other. And a force of weight was holding them there. She stopped fighting at this point. She held her breath and tried to pass out. She forced herself to try and black out, then and undying pressure fills her up in a way she was unsure of and it penetrated her mind more than anything.

Her brain, her thoughts were all transcending to the happiest place. She was back in nineteenninetyfour and eating pancakes with Damon. And her mind was hopeful. I was happy, I was content. She suddenly stopped fighting the force and her body was relaxing into the darkness that controlled her. She smiled, she finally felt her mouth move and she smiled, because Damon and his blue eyes were penetrating her mind. He was in her mind, sharing one of the happiest moments of her life. She relaxed and loved her vision, which then changed. She was now dancing in the living room of the cabin with Enzo surrounded by white Christmas lights and it was New Year's Eve. They were dancing and she was even more relaxed. Bonnie was in love, she was fighting the feeling of loving a man she had despised for so long, and in those moments he was winning her over with his beautiful smile and his gorgeously dark eyes.

She gazed into his eyes and he gazed into hers, and just after he turned her he dipped her, and when she came back up from being dipped, she opened her eyes into blackness again, and she was back trapped on her bed in the cabin with this dark force holding her against her will and before she knew it, she felt two sharp piercings into her neck, and within seconds she felt a force of life being pulled out of her. Her fist clench but she could not move.

What happened with the happy thoughts? Why is this force torturing me?

She looked into the darkness and the neon colors had disappeared. She squeezed her eyes together again, trying to give herself something to look to. Slowly she was fading into darkness.

Pulling and pulling She was slipping away. The only sound she made during this whole ordeal was a wince when the force removed the pressure from her neck and took it to her breast. Two pinches and more pulling. After a few minutes Bonnie was back in her dreams. Only this time, no happy thoughts. Just darkness and somehow throbbing pleasure from deep within her fears.

A/N Absolutely no dialogue that chapter. However so much was done and said.

Did you like this chapter, or was it too hard to understand without dialogue? This is an aspect of my writing I get from my old genre poetry. I am hoping it was written well enough for you to feel it. I truly was going for feel this entire chapter. I wanted you to feel what Bonnie felt.