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 : Thank you all so much for the support! I really am loving writing this! Hope y'all like this chapter!

Chapter Seven

Trying To Be Something Better

'If You Look In My Heart, You'd See It,

I'm Trying To Be Something Better.'

"Why?"

His cold blue eyes stared into Damon's. Piercing his soul. Begging with him, pleading with him to explain why he had killed him. His skin was cold as he reached out and grabbed a hold of Damon's wrist. Holding it up to show him the blood stained pocketknife he had used to end his life. He saw the fresh blood dripping down the blade and he furrowed his brow at it. His heart was beating fast. He couldn't move. He was paralyzed by his fear.

He didn't know why he had done it. He couldn't figure it out. He didn't know if he was possessed or if he was subconsciously killing people like Stefan had suggested. He didn't even know if this was the only person he had killed.

He didn't know anything.

"Why did you kill me?"

"I don't know! I don't remember!" Damon shouted at him.

"Why did you kill me?" The man asked again.

He could feel his frustration growing. He was angry with himself for not being able to remember why he had killed him. He was angry at the situation he was in. He was angry at Elena for leaving him when he needed her the most. He hated everything, and in that moment he lost it all over again.

Damon thrust the knife deep into the man's chest. Cutting through his arteries and killing him all over again. He had no control over his body. He couldn't stop. It was just like that night was happening all over again. He kept stabbing him, over and over again. Blood was pouring from his lips and splashing all over his face and chest. He could taste the metallic bitterness of it on his tongue.

Suddenly, the grip tightened on his forearm and he looked down to see that there was a dark hand holding onto his arm. Forcing him to thrust the knife deeper and deeper into the man.

He looked up and he was met with the face of death behind him.

What he saw was indescribable.

"Damon." A voice echoed through the darkness. It was Bonnie. He twisted around and looked for her, but he couldn't see anything through the darkness.

"Bonnie!?" He shouted.

"Damon. I'm right here with you." She spoke calmly and he followed her voice through the darkness. "I'm not going anywhere." He continued to follow the sound of her voice and then he found a light in the darkness. There was a small clearing with flowers and trees and butterflies and she was standing in the light. Her hair was flying around in the breeze and she had a smile on her face. She was still there with him. Protecting him from whatever was inside of him. Keeping him safe.'

"I'm not going anywhere." Bonnie breathed out tenderly. She could tell that he was having another nightmare. She had woken to him thrashing around in bed. When she rolled over his hand was held up in the air and he was making stabbing movements. For just a second she was scared. Not because she didn't trust him, but because she didn't trust whatever was inside of him.

Then after the moment of hesitation she moved toward him and reached out for his hand, interlacing their fingers and lowering it to his chest.

Bonnie rested her head against his chest and she lifted his hand to her lips, delivering a delicate kiss to his knuckles. She wanted him to know that she wasn't scared of him. That she wasn't going anywhere. That she was going to stand by him through everything no matter how bad it got. His soul was being tormented by something he had no control over and he needed to know he wasn't alone. Now more than ever.

"Shh..." She soothed. "I'm right here, Damon."

"Bonnie..." Damon said in his sleep and it caused her to smile. She could hear that he had calmed down and she knew it was because she was there with him.

"Yeah." Bonnie said nuzzling against his chest. She could feel the sweat on his shirt from the intensity of the nightmare, but she didn't mind. She was just happy that he was finally calming down and that he might be able to get a good night's sleep for the first time in a long time. "It's me. I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere."

'Seems Like Things Just Keep Getting Further Out Of Hand,

Why Can't For Once, Things Just Go As I Planned?'

Fingers tangled in the sheets around him.

His face was pressed flat against the pillow. He was reaching out for Bonnie. She had come to him in his dreams and saved him from the corruptness of his own mind. As he ran his hand against the mattress he noticed that she wasn't beside him any longer. His eyes fluttered open and he stared through his lashes at the bed beside him.

She was gone.

He was alone.

Damon's heart jumped into his throat and he hastily pushed himself up in bed, looking around the room frantically. He couldn't see any sign of her anywhere and he was terrified that he had pushed her away. 'I don't remember what I did last night...' His head was throbbing and he felt sick to his stomach. Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, he dug his fingers into his aching forehead and he tried to remember what had happened the night prior. 'Elena came over and threw herself at me... Then I was gonna kill myself and Bonnie showed up... Did I kiss her? Is that why she left? Did I have a nightmare and scare her away like Elena?'

He ran his hands through his hair and stood to his feet, stretching out his achy limbs. Surprisingly, he felt like he actually got some decent sleep the night before. He felt completely re-energized despite his hangover.

His head felt groggy as he stumbled out of the bedroom into the living room. The floorboards creaking beneath his feet. He felt like he was still intoxicated.

Blue eyes widened as they landed on Bonnie. She was standing in the small kitchen area with her back to him. Her eyes focused on the stove and something she was stirring in one of his pans. She was humming a song to herself as she cooked.

This was the last thing that Damon had expected to see when he woke up to an empty bed. He had expected that she ran out on him and that he would never see her again. That she had given up on him. Or, the worst, that he had done something to her in his sleep. After killing someone he didn't know what he was capable of and he didn't trust himself.

His lips twisted up into a smile and he took a few steps toward her.

Bonnie heard the floorboards creaking and she knew that he had finally woken up. When she had awoken, he had looked so peaceful that she didn't want to wake him up. She knew that he hadn't been sleeping well and she couldn't bring herself to disturb him. His hand had been on her back, holding her in place on top of him, but she had managed to slowly sneak out of his embrace and into the kitchen without waking him up.

She knew that he would have a horrible hangover when he woke up. And she knew the perfect remedy.

A few times when she was in high school, her Grams had caught her sneaking into the house drunk after a party and she had taught her how to make a soup that took away the hangover. Her Grams was always teaching her strange family recipes. She loved them though and she was happy to have those moments with her before she passed. She held them close to her heart and the recipes would always be special to her.

Glancing over her shoulder she realized that Damon was leaning against the island with his arms crossed over his chest and a smile on his face as he watched her cook. "Good, you're finally up." She turned back to the soup. "I was just making you something for the hangover I'm sure you have."

His smile stretched and he simply stood there and watched her for a moment longer. 'This is something I could definitely get used to waking up to.' He noted. The thought worried him though. He didn't want to get used to having Bonnie in his life, because he knew in the end he would push her away. She would hate him like everyone else that got to know him.

Damon waltzed across the kitchen toward the petite brunette and he placed his hands firmly on her hips, pulling her body flush against his.

Bonnie took in a sharp breath when she felt his body against hers and his fingers digging deep into the skin of her hips. He applied just enough pressure to cause her body to react. He ducked his head so that his lips were inches away from her ear. She could feel his heated breath rushing against her neck and a blush painted along her skin.

Honestly, after what happened last night, she wasn't sure how he would act in the morning. She didn't know if he would still want to be intimate with her or not. There was a large part of her that still believed that he was only being intimate with her because he was hurt by what Elena had said.

"I thought you ran away." Damon spoke slowly and playfully against her ear.

She shivered when his breath rushed against her skin. "I told you I wouldn't."

"A lot of people have told me they wouldn't, Bonnie."

"Yeah, well." Bonnie paused and turned to look up into his blue eyes. Their lips were only inches apart now and she could feel herself getting lost in the moment. She wanted so badly to just lean forward and capture his lips with her own, but she wasn't willing to make the first move. "I'm not a lot of people."

Damon examined her green eyes closely, his smile never leaving his lips. What she said was true. She wasn't like the other people in his life. She was nothing like Stefan or Elena, she understood what it was like to be alone and need someone, and he was starting to realize that she needed him just as badly as he needed her. She had no one in her life that truly understood and believed her. He did. He needed to believe in her.

"You got that right, Bon-Bon." He twisted her around by the hips so that she was facing him. Her back pressed against the stove.

Bonnie swallowed hard as she stared up into his eyes. They were beautiful and captivating and she found herself lost in their depths. She noticed that the bags beneath them had diminished and he looked to be feeling a lot better. She was relieved by that.

"You are nothing like them." Damon cocked his head to the side and raised his brows as he said the words, lifting his hand and delicately tucking one of her dark curls behind her ear. He could never express his gratitude to her. She had saved his life on multiple occasions and she was still standing by his side. 'Hell, she's cooking me breakfast.'

"Damon, the soup is going to burn." She spoke seriously.

Bonnie didn't want him to know how much his words effected her. She didn't like feeling vulnerable and she felt vulnerable when she looked into his eyes. She felt herself falling for him and that was the last thing that either of them needed at that moment. Damon was still struggling with his feelings for Elena, and they had other priorities. Like keeping him out of prison.

"Let it burn." He bit down on his bottom lip suggestively.

"Sit down." She countered with a smirk of her own. She wanted to give in to him, but they seriously needed to deal with the murder and what they were going to do. They couldn't just stay at his apartment forever. The police would find out where he lived eventually.

Damon pouted and threw his head back in annoyance. "You're no fun."

He knew that she only had his best-interest in mind. But, right now, he had other things in mind. All he wanted to do was kiss her senseless, lift her up onto the edge of the counter and have his way with her. His mind filled with images of running his hands along her thighs and moving between her legs. 'You gotta stop thinking about this or Bon-Bon's gonna be in for a surprise...'

She turned back around and started to stir the pot again. Her skin was on fire and there were butterflies swarming in her stomach.

Taking a seat, he crossed his legs and rested them on top of the table leaning back in the chair and watching her work her magic. 'Work her magic...' The pun caused him to grin deviously. Any doubts he had about Bonnie's powers had been forgotten after last night. He had been at his worst and somehow she had known. She had known that he was going to kill himself and he now knew that she could see the future. 'I wonder what other witchy tricks she has up her sleeve?'

Bonnie reached up and started to open the cabinets above the stove, looking for the bowls. She found them and she pulled out two and started to scoop some of the soup into them.

His eyes were watching her every movement.

Turning on her heels, she walked toward the table and she set down the bowl in front of him. Dipping a spoon into the soup so that he could eat it. Then she took a seat across from him.

Damon scrunched his face up in disgust as he stared down at the soup. It was a dark brown color and it looked like it tasted disgusting. "What is this?" He looked up at her.

"It's my Grams' special recipe. It's guarantied to get rid of even your worst hangover." Bonnie said with a nod of her head as she dipped her spoon into the soup and lifted it to her lips, blowing on it to cool it down. She could tell that he really didn't want to try it by the look on his face. It was sort of cute.

"It looks like crap." He said.

Bonnie laughed and nearly spilled her spoon full of soup all over her shirt when she heard his blunt statement. She could remember the first time her Grams had told her to eat it, she had a similar reaction. It really didn't look appetizing. "It tastes a lot better than it looks." She assured.

He still looked wary as he moved the spoon around in the bowl.

"Trust me."

Damon did trust her. She was one of the only people that he trusted at the moment. Scrunching up his nose, he lifted up the spoon filled with the dark brown liquid and he took a bite of it. He was actually surprised by how good it tasted. It was a perfect mix of spices.

"See." Bonnie teased. "It's not so bad."

'How Dare You Tell Me That You Understand?

There Ain't Nobody Here That Can.'

"Yeah, just like that." Caroline said with an energetic nod of her head as she stared at the computer screen. Rebekah was attempting to construct a photograph of Damon that she could hang up and put on the news. That way people could keep a look out for him and they would have an easier time finding him. "Only he had bushier eyebrows than that and his eyes were blue."

The British woman corrected the mistakes until the other blonde told her that his eyes were right and then she moved down to his nose and started to click through all of the possibilities.

"What size of a nose did he have?" Rebekah asked.

"A little bigger than average. But not in a bad way. He was really handsome." Realizing that she had just called a possible serial killer handsome, she scrunched up her face in disgust and quickly added, "I mean for a murderer."

Her full lips twisted up into a smirk when she heard the energetic waitress correct herself. She couldn't help but find her to be absolutely adorable. She was the exact opposite of her and for that she envied her. Until now, Caroline had probably led a fairly sheltered life. She was a waitress. She more than likely still lived with her parents and got to spend most of her money on new clothes. It was a life that she had never had. She had known how evil people could be from a very young age.

'It's a shame that she couldn't continue living in ignorant bliss... This will change her forever.'

"Like this?" Rebekah questioned as she picked a large nose that was still attractive.

"Yeah! Just like that!" Caroline exclaimed. "And he always had this flirtatious half-smirk on his lips too!"

She didn't know how relevant his smirk would be, but she started to search through the compiled pictures of mouths in search for his smirk. 'Hopefully we get the lab results back soon and we can get a real picture of our suspect. I'm positive he has a criminal background with the way that his brother was talking about him.'

"Oh, and his hair isn't brown it's black!"

Rebekah laughed a little at the bubbly blonde's excitement. She didn't know if she was excited to catch the murderer or if she was just excited to use the program. It was a fun program. On occasion she had messed around with random combinations in an attempt to make the most hideous combination possible. She was impressed with how far technology had come along in just her short time on the force.

In a few years no one would be getting away with murder.

"Did he have any other distinguishing marks? A scar or tattoo perhaps?" She asked hopefully. Usually that was the best way to find a criminal, tattoos and scars.

"Not that I could see, no." Caroline shrugged her shoulders. "I'm sorry."

"It's perfectly fine, love." Rebekah said with a smile in her direction.

Their eyes connected for a moment and Caroline felt her heart jump in her chest. She really couldn't believe that the woman sitting before her was a police officer. She was one of the most beautiful women she had ever met. 'I'd expect her to be a model or something... And wait, oh my god, did she just call me love?' A blush tainted her pale cheeks as she realized that the British bombshell had called her love. 'Don't get carried away or anything Caroline, all British people talk like that!'

"I just wish I could give you more information. I don't know what I'll do if he kills again and I couldn't help more."

Her compassion was beautiful.

Rebekah smiled and reached out, placing a hand gently over Caroline's and offering it a small squeeze of reassurance. She knew that it wasn't professional of her to get emotionally attached to people on her cases. But, she never was one for following the rules. Many times she had almost got kicked off the force for using techniques that were against the code.

She wasn't like Elijah. He was always the perfect police officer. Always so moral and he always played by the rules.

He was never even late to work.

Caroline glanced nervously down at their hands and then back up into beautiful blue eyes. She couldn't remember how to breathe all of a sudden. 'Okay calm down, this is ridiculous. She's a cop and you are into guys whatever this weird crush is, isn't gonna happen Caroline.'

"You have already been a huge help, sweetheart. If he kills again that is his doing and you cannot carry that on your shoulders."

'Fighting A War I Can Never Win,

Where The Nightmare Never Ends.'

"Uh-oh." Bonnie muttered as she stared down at her phone. She had been checking the local news every hour or so since the murder to see if there was anything new about the murder case, and they had just posted a picture of the suspect. It looked just like Damon. They had even got his smirk right.

"Uh-oh?" He asked from across the table. His brow furrowed. "I don't like the sound of that."

"You're going to like this even less." She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth and she furrowed her brow as she looked at the picture. She didn't even want to show him. He had finally started to look like he was feeling well and happy again and this would only bring him down. 'You have to show him and you guys have to get out of here. Someone who lives in the building is probably going to report him...'

Bonnie flipped her phone over and she slid it across the table so that he could look at it.

Damon felt his pulse rush when he reached out and took the phone from her. His stomach was lurching back and forth and he suddenly felt sick. He had a bad feeling that he knew what she was about to show him.

His jaw tightened and his brow furrowed as he stared down at the news article. It had a picture that looked almost identical to him on it and it said his name and that he was a suspect in the murder case. It told them to call the police if they had any leads. He immediately started to think about what Elena would do when she found out. He wondered if she would report him. He wondered if someone else in his building would.

"Uh-oh." He repeated what she said sarcastically and looked up at her.

Neither of them knew what to do.

'Knock, Knock, Knock.'

Both of them turned to look in the direction of the front door. Neither of them said a word. Damon felt like his heart was going to burst through his chest it was beating so fast. He didn't even breathe. If that was the police then he was majorly screwed. 'Please be Elena or Stefan...' He never thought he would hope for one of them to show up. But, they were better than the police.

'Knock, Knock, Knock.' "Open up! It's the police!" A man shouted.

Bonnie snapped her head around and stared at Damon with wide eyes that matched his. Both of them were freaking out and they didn't know what to do. Did they answer the door? Did they try to escape? What if they had other police officers waiting outside and they caught them running? Then they could definitely bring them in for questioning.

"What do we do?" Damon mouthed, his eyes intense.

She thought about it for a moment and then she quickly stood to her feet walking over to Damon and pulling him up by the hand. She held onto his hand tightly, as she walked through the apartment complex toward the window in his bedroom. She knew that it was the furthest from the street and that it was the least likely window for any other officers to see them escaping out of.

They had no choice but to run.

'Knock, Knock, Knock.'

Bonnie and Damon exchanged a look with each other as they stood in front of the window. It was a look that said, no matter what, they were in this together.

'I've Seen Pain That Will Drive A Man Further,

Than Any Road Could Ever Take You.'


Author's Note :

I feel like this chapter was kind of filler, but I HOPE IT WAS A GOOD FILLER CHAPTER! :)) I really do! Because, I loved writing it and a lot of big things will be coming next! I got so many wonderful reviews for the last chapter that I had to add another chapter ASAP! So I hope y'all like it! I added some Rebekoline because I just couldn't help it, if y'all know me you know how hard I ship it! It probably won't become anything but flirtation, but I had to do it because Idk I wanted to! I hope y'all don't mind! And I think I'm going to have some Haylijah, they will be married in the fic so I hope that doesn't bother anyone! Anywho, it will be obviously mostly Bamon centric!

Did y'all like this chapter!? Did you enjoy the way that Bonnie comforted Damon through his nightmares? Ahh I bet y'all wanted them to kiss! :)) That should be coming shortly! Did you like their little breakfast? And what do you think will happen now? Will they escape the police? Will they go to jail?

Thank you all so much for reading and all of your support!

I love you guys!

-Tracy Cook-