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 3 – Lust for her Blood

Rating M For maturity

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Something in the sky wasn't aligning right for Bonnie. She wanted to make sure she was sane before she had to deal with the consequences of her actions. Finding bite marks on her neck and chest were starting to worry her.

She didn't want to tell Caroline, for whatever reason, she feared that outcome. She knew Caroline and Stefan would become overbearingly protective. She just wanted to have a normal day and not think of anything supernatural. She went to Whitmore and started taking a dance class for the summer. It helped her to forget all of the mental anguish that she was torturing herself with.

"Bonnie, have you ever taken into consideration dancing for a living?" Her teacher Michele asked her.

"I have, and I really don't have time for it."

"Really, why so?"

"Well, I just- and my friends- well, my boyfr- Wow. It's like my life changed overnight, I have no one to really keep me from it anymore. My family is all gone, and so are the majority of my friends, either deceased or, nope most of them are gone."

When she really thought about it, it was her painful reality. She was all alone, except for Caroline and Stefan. Who had each other.

"I am sorry for your losses. No wonder it is projected so well when you dance. Pain tends to transfer our energy into art."

"Well, I have enough of that to go around." She laughed dimly.

"So we have a show coming up. Actually once in the middle and once at the end of the term. I would love to use you in a couple of pieces. You don't have to commit, you can be an understudy, but maybe just come and learn the technique and see how you feel."

Bonnie thought about it, but the truth was, why would she think about it. She literally had nothing to do. "Okay, I will let you know Michele."

"Great." The small and petite ballet and modern dance teacher walks away in her dance clothes and Bonnie stands there in her own sweaty clothes and decided to stick around and practice some movements on the bar and across the floor.

She held the bar with strength of a non-moving force as she worked on her Develope (De-vel-oh-pay) extension. Her body held still for what felt like minutes, but it had only been seconds. Her leg with great precision lifted into the air, and just as she hit the peak of her extension, she gotten a cramp in her thigh. She immediately fell to the ground in a tense motion and began rubbing hard pressure into her thigh muscle which felt as though it was balling up into a knot. She hit and rubbed until the knot felt flat again. She laid on her back and stretched her leg in the bent position and the straight position and tried her hardest to knead the cramp out.

After about fifteen minutes of stretching Bonnie decided to just work on her Grand Jetes and finish with a frontward land. It was always one of her most challenges jumps. It was basically considered a front leap. She had to start with one leg in front of the other then end with both legs to her sides.

Bonnie hadn't been in a dance class in years, but it was hard on her, to be back in a place that didn't even feel familiar anymore. At one point it was a big part of her world, and then her life became consumed with all that she was lost in. The world of vampires, witches, and werewolves. Doppelgängers, anchors, and ancestors. Ghosts, travelers, Rippers, and Augustine's.

Bonnie got lost in a trance lying on the floor in the dance room. Hours must have gone by, and she was awakened with a fear of the unknown. She got her things and tried to hurry up and leave. She headed for the exit, and was stopped by what appeared to be the music she was practicing to a little while ago. As she walked out of the dance room door, it slammed behind her locking her out. She didn't realize it until she was staring in the dance window from the hallway what appeared to be an image of herself dancing in the dance room. It was dark outside, and Bonnie was in the large dance hall alone, until she saw a duplicate version of herself in the mirror, still dancing. Mirroring her from just hours ago, before she fell asleep.

She was watching a flawless version of herself moving gracefully in the mirror. The room had barely any light from the moon and she became stunned to see she danced and she was not alone. Before she knew it she was outside of the dance room staring at herself through the large viewing windows, feeling very afraid.

Bonnie watched herself as she danced unexpecting of the shadow in the corner lurking behind her. She looked on in terror as the figure grew from what felt like a small black shadow to one larger than her body. She hit the window of the dance room trying to get the attention of her doppelgänger image. She froze watching the smile on her face, somehow she could see herself smiling, and unexpecting of the terror that awaited her just twenty feet away from her.

"Bonnie." She called out to herself.

After a few minutes she just sat there, watching the dark figure unmoving. Just daunting and torturing her as she watched herself be haunted. Bonnie slapped herself, "Am I dreaming?"

She could not even make out the shadow, because the entire dance room was filled with darkness and even her own copycat image was covered in dark shadow.

She looked on as doppelgänger Bonnie fell to the floor from a cramp. She began rubbing it out and massaging her own leg. The image was playing out in her head as it had happened earlier. Bonnie was massaging her cramp and stretching it.

This couldn't be happening. She looked on in terror. The shadow was approaching her body even more so. Just as Bonnie stood back up to practice her grand jetes she notices her body start feeling heavier, and the shadow is drawing closer to her. The closer it gets the slower she moves. Her body looks tired as the shadow nears her backside.

Bonnie watches herself as her copycat stops her movement and looks at her body in the mirror. Her sweat peaking her heat, she watches herself remove her clothes and there she stands in her bra and panties. Staring at herself in the dance mirror. The shadow stands behind her. The copycat image of herself now looks lifeless, possessed.

Bonnie sees herself being stalked from behind and she starts banging on the glass. "Turn around! Turn around." Bonnie slams her palm against the glass as hard as she can, screaming at herself.

"Look out, behind you."

Bonnie runs for the dance room and tries opening the door. She is watching herself be consumed by the darkness. The door won't open she runs back to the glass and bangs on it as she watches the shadow wrap itself around Bonnie.

Bonnie falls sitting to the floor, and cries, as she feels helpless to the power the darkness has over her. She holds her head and let's herself wallow in pity for a few minutes and she gets up and looks back into the dance room windows, and now that she is standing up, she looks out of the window, realizing she is no longer on the outside, but back trapped on the inside. She looks down and she is without her dance clothes again. "Damnit."

"Damon, Enzo, who is here?"

Bonnie remains calm and speaks to the dark room. "I think I know why you are here. You want me to understand you, right? You want me to remember, who you were before, all of this crazy stuff started happening? Am I right? You need redemption."

Bonnie holds back tears, and holds back fear, and wills herself to believe she does not fear what is happening.

"I am here, to listen. You have to know I love you."

Bonnie holds her body and begins to feel her echoing voice isn't doing anything. She closes her eyes and feels all of the cold air consume her. She feels goosebumps. He is near.

"We are on the same side." She looks around, making sure she doesn't panic.

"We have been looking for you for months. Months! Let me just see your face. Please." Her low voice muffles her chattering teeth as the atmosphere reaches colder and colder temperatures.

The fog starts in on her. "No. Don't do this. Don't do this. Do not shield yourself from me." The fog thickens. Bonnie runs for the dance room door again, and she pulls at the door with her hands. She struggles with opening the door, and she is yanked at away from it.

"Damon?...Enzo?"

She was picked up by her neck as her feet dangle in the air. She struggles for breath. She grabs at the hand around neck trying to loosen the grip it has on her windpipe.

She whimpers and tears fall down her cheeks, saturating his hand.

Bonnie is thrown across the dance room.

"Just - Kill me."

He laughs. He laughs in a way she can tell he would consider it only to the point of torture but would never let her go. She struggles to get onto her knees and she is pulled up by her hair. "Beg." He whispers to her.

She reaches back and claws for his face, but she has no idea exactly where to reach him.

Her small hands reach his eye and claws it. He throws her to her face on the ground. He didn't expect that small gesture would sting so much.

Bonnie turns onto her back side to keep her back from being to him. He hits her across the face, and straddles her. Her nose bleeds and she is covered in blood. She can barely see him through the fog, and the darkness. "Beg." He says again.

She spits blood into his face.

He laughs again. Licking the blood. "Beg."

"Fine. Please, Kill me!" She says through grit teeth.

He stands up pulling her up by the neck.

He touches her inappropriately. "Mine."

"No. I belong to no one."

"Mine." His voice is low, and penetrating into her bones. He speaks as if he owns her. He grabs her as if she is his property, he loves how she fights him, it makes him want her more. She pulls away from him and he yanks her body into his, and covers her mouth. "Forever."

He fondles her body as if he is mauling her for fingerprints. Making sure no one else has touched her in his absence. "Beg."

"No. Fuck you."

"Okay." He says.

He bites into her neck, and lets his hands purge her of her defiance as he searches for the little slice of heaven he has been smelling since she started menstruating. His mouth marks her neck, and she is frozen still while his teeth pillage her veins for her thick, and velvety blood.

He finishes his claim on her and she is powerless in his grasp. Her eyes roll to the back of her head before she is swallowed whole.

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The next Day…

"Hey Stefan, is Caroline here?" Bonnie says as she walks into the boarding house and sees him before seeing Caroline.

"No, Bon. Actually I asked you to come here while Caroline was out. I need to talk to you about some things and I really believe that it will just work Caroline up if I involve her before I fully know what I am dealing with.

"Okay, shoot."

"Bon, the last few weeks, that I have seen you, I have been, and excuse my blatant honesty here, but I have been completely aroused by your smell."

Bonnie gets confused and slightly uncomfortable. "Ummm, Stefan I do not know what to say, I am sorry I will come around less."

"No, don't do that, Please. I can control it, for now anyways. But your blood makes me kind of…"

Stefan twitches as his eyes black out for a few seconds. Bonnie jumps as she sees his eyes.

"Stefan?"

"I'm sorry." He clears his throat, and his eyes go back to normal. " I can control it, it's just, something about your blood is drawing me to you and I need to understand why. I need you to allow me to spend some time with you over the next few days and observe your behavior."

"Why?"

"Because I am starting to smell the smell of Damon on you, and if this is true, he has worked countless times at."

"At, what?"

"Claiming you."

"Claiming?" To be honest I haven't seen Damon. I mean I have had some invasive thoughts of him, but other than that-"

"Bonnie, I no longer smell your witch blood. I don't detect it anywhere in your body. If this is true, then you can be compelled. Your blood still has a really rare smell to it, and I can't figure it out yet, but this is why I need to spend some time with you."

"Sure, but this isn't really going to be something to anger Caroline is it?"

"I doubt it. She doesn't know I know how much she has been keeping in touch with Klaus. I am not stupid, ya know. I have been through a lot the last three years, and Caroline and I have a rocky relationship right now. Really we are more friends than anything, but I just keep my focus on my brother anyways. To be honest that is what matters to me most. Saving him, from himself."

"Do you think Damon would really compel me Stefan?"

"Honestly, Bonnie, without his humanity, Damon is capable of anything. Just like Ripper me. His only thirst is for blood. The difference is, Damon's need for possession is just as strong as his need for blood."

"Why me though? Why not anyone else?"

"Bonnie, Damon will try to control the thing that means the most to him. It is no secret, that you mean more to him, than anything. Even without his humanity, he can sense that. He just has no need to be gentle about it. He is capable of doing anything to you, and compelling you to forget. You just have to remember, it's not his fault."

Bonnie swallowed hard. "Does possession mean more than taking my blood Stefan?"

"Yeah, it is taking everything of you, that you can offer to him. Your power, your blood, and your body."

"I have no powers."

"By Power, I mean gratification from your fears."

"My body? As in sex?"

"Yeah. I am sorry Bonnie, but if you notice any changes in your body, please tell me."

She still knew she wasn't ready to tell Stefan about finding bite marks on her from before. But hopefully as he began giving her answers, she would feel more comfortable divulging. She didn't remember she and Damon's encounters, or possibly Enzo's. Well, she knew it wasn't Enzo. But in her mind, she was fighting the idea that Damon's darkness was drawn to her.

"So, is it okay, Bonnie? Can we hang out a little more? I know I am not that entertaining to be around," He laughs lightly, "but I can be a good ear, plus, I hear that the grille started karaoke."

Bonnie laughs at his endearing attempt to become her friend, outside of Caroline. "Sure Stefan. I think we should definitely learn how to be better friends, anyways, after all these years, you and I never got to really spend time with each other."

"Exactly. I like how you think Bennett. Now let's go and get you fed, I can smell it in your blood that you haven't been eating much. Then we can try our hand at Karaoke."

Bonnie laughs as she and Stefan walk out of the boarding house. He fights the urge to vamp out at the smell of her blood, but she makes it hard while she is having her monthly visitor. He needs to get some blood in his body before they go, so he doesn't smell her as intensely as he does. "I will be right out Bon I need to go and get a blood bag."

"Okay Stefan." She walks out and goes to his car.

This was going to be harder than he thought.


Thanks for following this Dark!Fic. It will be dark, same as now, maybe more adult situations, and aggressive behaviors, and slight violence over the next couple of chapters, so if a vampire without humanity, that does dark things to Bonnie and another character who shall remain nameless for now, isn't your thing. Please don't read past this point. Don't make me point out the obvious. Lol.

I hope you liked this update.