Prisoner In My Own Body

By: Tracy Cook

Disclaimer: I do not own anything; these characters belong to the creators of Glee and The Vampire Diaries.

Authors Note: This is an AU fic that focuses around Glee/Vampire Diaries. There will be NO VAMPIRES and characters may be slightly OOC, but I will try and keep them in character. Bold Italics are Memories. 'Italics are Thoughts'.

Pairings: Bonnie/Damon, Quinn/Rachel, Kol/Bonnie, and Caroline/Rebekah.

Warning: This fic will contain dark themes, including suicidal tendencies, homicidal tendencies, abuse, drug and alcohol usage, sex, etc. Basically a really dark fic, so please if these are triggers of yours do not read. Thank you all.

Rating: M

Paper Wings

Caroline tapped her fingers impatiently against the armrest of the recliner she was sitting in. She continued to look back and forth between the room that Bonnie and Damon were in and the clock on the wall. Nearly an hour had passed since the two of them had gone inside and she was getting worried. She had contemplated telling one of the employees, but had thought better of it. She knew that if Bonnie was in trouble then she would scream for help and someone would rush in and restrain Damon immediately.

Standing to her feet she walked toward the bedroom and attempted to casually pass by it in order to see if the other woman was alright. She glanced into the room the first time she walked by it and she saw that they were laying in bed together holding each other.

'Are they snuggling?!'

To be certain that what she saw was reality, Caroline headed back down the hallway and peered into the room. This time stopping in front of the door to stare at the two lovebirds. What she saw was something she hadn't expected. Damon was laying beside Bonnie and staring down into her eyes, both of them were wearing smiles and he was tracing the outline of her face with his fingertips.

'They look so happy... Maybe I should just let them do their thing... While keeping an eye on him of course. Just in case. I don't trust him.'

Caroline started to head down the hallway, but her eyes were still fixed on the couple who were lost in a conversation that looked rather emotional. It was weird, but she almost felt jealous in that moment. She had just ended her relationship with Tyler and she missed the days when he had held her like that and looked at her with such need and desire. She missed feeling like he wanted her and only her.

She wanted to forgive him. She wanted to call him up and ask him to visit her. Still, she knew that even if she forgave him, she would never get that feeling back with him. That feeling like she was the only one in the entire world that he loved and desired. He had destroyed that when he slept with another girl.

'Thud.'

The blonde was nearly knocked to the ground as she ran into something hard. "Ow. " She groaned out in pain and annoyance, looking up to see what she had ran into. When her eyes met the object she realized that it was the same young woman that she had witnessed walking the halls earlier when she was admitted. She once again noticed just how sunken in her eyes looked. She appeared to be very tired and sorrowful. Yet, she was still stunningly beautiful.

'Wow... If she was dressed a little differently she'd look just like a model... She has perfect features.' She felt a mixture of conflicting emotions as she looked the other woman's perfect face and body over. She felt jealous. Caroline was easily intimidated by other women's beauty. But, she also felt another sensation. She felt physically drawn to the woman standing in front of her. 'Which is just crazy! I'm definitely not into women... So, why on earth do I find this girl so damn pretty?' She couldn't understand the conflict between her mind and her body.

"S'cuse you." The woman said with a frustrated scowl on her features. She didn't apologize like any decent human would, instead she just continued to walk toward the bookshelf to search for a book.

Caroline stared after her with wide blue eyes and a baffled and angry look on her face. She couldn't believe that the other girl had been so rude to her. She just walked right into her, okay they walked into each other, but still! 'Seriously!? Are you kidding me!? She just walks right into me and then tells me I'm excused!? What the hell!? And why does she have to have that damn British accent? Like she needed to be any god damn sexier!' She blushed a little at that thought and quickly pushed it out of her mind. The girl's attractiveness had nothing to do with anything.

She wanted to walk across the room toward the other woman and give her a piece of her mind. But, she didn't know what would happen if she did. And also, she was a bit intimidated. She didn't know why she was in the institution and if the doctors had to bring meals to her room she could be violent or unstable.

The other blonde picked out her book and stood back to her feet, turning to strut toward Caroline with a smirk on her lips now. As she walked past her she barely nudged her shoulder on the way to her room.

Caroline turned to watch her leave, her body shaking with anger. 'Did she really just run into me again? Really? What the fuck? BITCH!'

'Your Paper Wings Got Ruined In The Rain.

Coat Hanger Halo Got Rusted.

The Lace Fell Off The Dress You Made.

You Are The Saddest Little Angel.

Blue eyes flickered across the pages of the book, reading each sentence with speed and accuracy. She chewed on her bottom lip as she flipped the page and furrowed her brow in intrigue. The only novels that they had at the ward were historical books. Luckily for Rebekah, history was her favorite subject. She loved learning about the past. It was amazing how so many things that happened throughout history added up to create the society that they lived in today.

The book she was currently entranced by was one with historical facts about the 1920's, which happened to be one of her absolute favorite decades.

She would often imagine what it would be like to be back in that time period, wearing a flapper dress and dancing throughout the speakeasies. Her thoughts were beautiful and romanticized, and each and every time she rewrote her history better than the life she had been handed. She was told by her therapist that she lived in these alternate worlds so that she would not have to deal with her real world.

She supposed he was right.

Just today the two of them had been chatting about it.

"Do you think that by creating these alternate universes you are attempting to be imaginative, or are you attempting to escape your reality altogether?" Her therapist asked, crossing her legs and looking over at the young woman who was seated across from her.

Rebekah had been attending therapy in the institution for some time now. She had no family left and nowhere else to go and according to doctors she was not stable enough to leave, so she had practically lived there for the last month. She didn't know when they would deem her worthy to leave and she didn't know where she would go once they did. So far, she had told them everything and they still were keeping her.

They said that she lived within her delusions in order to protect herself from her fears of the real world.

"I believe that I am merely an imaginative and creative individual." Her tone held annoyance and the therapist quickly picked up on it, sighing.

"Please take my questions seriously, Rebekah."

"How can I take them seriously when I think they are complete rubbish?" She wondered. "I'm not crazy. I do not live in the delusions inside of my head. I simply wish to be in another time period, I wish to be in love, swept away in the passion and happiness that comes with it."

"Then why, may I ask, do you not find that in the present time? You are a lovely young woman, I'd think that you have had plenty of opportunities to do so."

Rebekah knew what she wasdoing and she didn't like it one bit. Her therapist was attempting to point out a way that she had secluded herself from reality. She couldn't deny that she had though. Chewing on her cheeks she cast her eyes toward the other side of the room and she spoke honestly. "I have had quite a few opportunities, you are correct."

"And why have you not pursued any of these opportunities if it is only love you seek?"

"I have been far too busy with my hobbies."

"Do you have many hobbies?" She knew that people filling their time with hobbies and learning new things could also be a sign of avoidance. Rebekah was so scared to go out into the world and meet people that she partook in learning and teaching herself hobbies that she could do by herself. It was easier for her.

"I do."

"What are your hobbies?"

She didn't know how this was going to come back to bite her in the arse, but she knew that it was. "I enjoy playing many musical instruments, such as the guitar, the piano, and the violin, as well as singing. Along with these hobbies I enjoy reading, writing, and painting." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Did you teach yourself how to do these hobbies?"

Rebekah finally understood and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "Indeed."

"I notice that all of the hobbies that you listed are solitary activities. You never partook in shopping with friends, going out to the movies, or playing sports?" She wondered curiously. She felt sad for the young woman for never allowing herself to enjoy these things that most young girls got to enjoy. It was not right to go through life without friends.

"I was never one to play sports." Her voice held bitterness and anger that her therapist noticed. There was spite on her tongue. Something that she wasn't telling her. Something that she didn't want to tell her. Her jaw was clenched and her hands were balled into tight fists.

"Is that all it was?" She pried.

Rebekah glared over at her and her nails dug into the palms of her hands as she spat. "I was never allowed to play sports or have friends."

'Your Wings Weren't Meant For This. This Weather That No One Guessed.

No Calm Before The Storm. And It's Gone Before The Panic Sets.'

Damon couldn't believe that Bonnie was still allowing him to lay in bed with her after what he had told her about Katherine. She had been the first person to really trust that he was telling the truth and it meant more to him than she would ever know. His eyes were connected with green as they lay in bed together, facing each other, and he was searching them for any sign that she thought of him differently. That she thought of him as a monster now.

They held nothing of the sort behind them. No anger or fear. In fact, she looked to be even more comfortable with him now that he had completely opened up.

'She shouldn't be so trusting of me... I can't even trust myself...' His heart started to race as he recalled the night that he woke up to find Katherine dead in bed with him and his hands covered in her blood. In his mind he was imagining if he accidentally fell asleep beside Bonnie and woke up to her dead. The thought caused him to become nauseous. 'She looks like she has so much faith in me... But, I can't be trusted, Barbie is right. I could hurt her...'

Bonnie wasn't even thinking about what secrets he had revealed to her.

She trusted that he wasn't going to hurt her. She believed his eyes over what his mouth said, and they told her she was safe with him.

Gently, Damon reached out and he traced his fingertips along Bonnie's cheek and down along her jawline. As he touched her skin, she felt her body heat up and she lifted her chin a little to allow him more access to her neck. Cocaine had made her so numb that when she was with Jeremy she couldn't even enjoy the little touches and feelings that they elicited because she was just looking for her next fix. This was new, this was special. Every small touch caused her body to tingle and her stomach to fill with butterflies.

"Mmm..." She hummed as he teased her neck with his fingertips, running them over her collarbone.

He watched her closely as she lifted her head back and exposed more of her neck and chest to him. His eyes traveled down her long beautiful neck toward her slightly exposed cleavage and they darkened with desire. The mixture of the sight along with the soft moan that escaped her throat caused him to feel a familiar sensation between his thighs. He was aroused and he was growing more aroused by the minute. 'Shit. You need to calm down right now before she notices! That's totally not the definition of taking it slow, Damon. Think about something disgusting. Like Stefan having sex with Katherine. Gross.'

Bonnie could feel something pressing against her thigh under the covers and a blush painted her cheeks as she stared over at him. She knew that she said that she wanted to take it slow, but the look he was giving her looked like he wanted to devour her.

She bit down on her bottom lip and tried to press her legs together for some sort of relief to the arousal building there. 'Just control yourself, Bonnie. That has never been something you've had trouble with before... You aren't ready to sleep with him... He doesn't even know about your past yet and all of your demons... Once he does he probably won't want anything to do with you.'

Damon took in a breath and let it out, trying not to stare down at her lip as she bit it. He turned his body away from hers to be respectful and he tried to focus on thoughts that would force his arousal to go away.

She smiled when she realized what he was trying to do. It made her respect him. But, it didn't make her want him any less. She knew that eventually they would have to tackle all of their skeletons and expose them to each other, she just didn't want to deal with them tonight. All she wanted to do tonight was kiss him again.

'He is such a good kisser... God... His lips are so soft and ugh...'

Bonnie stared at him for a few minutes as he laid on his back with his eyes closed and his brow furrowed in frustration. 'Sexual frustration.' Her mind teased playfully. She wasn't usually one to initiate things with guys. Ever since what happened to her she had been very standoffish about sex and being intimate with men, aside from Jer, so she didn't really know what she was doing.

She just knew that she wanted to kiss him again.

'Okay. Just count to three and then roll over on top of him and tell him you want to kiss him again.' She breathed in and then let it out. 'One. Two. Three.'

Without hesitation, she forced herself to roll over the rest of the way so that she was laying on top of him, holding herself up with her hands and staring down at him. His eyes were now open and wide as he caught hers. His lips twisted up into a half-smirk that was extremely tempting. Bonnie glanced down at his lips and then back up to his eyes. "Do you think it would be moving too fast if we just kissed a little more?"

"Definitely not." His grin stretched even further across his face and he waggled his brow at her playfully. Lifting his hand he ran his fingers gently through her hair before cupping the back of her neck. "As long as you can stop yourself." He teased.

Bonnie scoffed and rolled her eyes at his cockiness. "Oh, I'll be able to stop myself."

"You sure about that?" Damon asked his eyes dancing with playfulness.

"I'm sure. In fact, if you keep it up I might just have to stop myself right now." Bonnie laughed and started to push herself up into a seated position so that she could climb off of him, but he gently pulled her back down toward him and pressed his lips to hers in a heated and passionate kiss. She didn't object as she started to kiss him back with equal fever.

She moaned against his lips as he ran his tongue along her full bottom lip causing her mouth to part eagerly, she wanted to feel and taste him again. His tongue invaded her mouth and started a dance with hers, as he tangled his fingers in her long dark hair and pulled her closer to him. Bonnie could feel every little touch, every move of his hips, and she was intoxicated by his scent surrounding her and the taste of his mouth. She had never felt anything like this before.

Not being on drugs really made her appreciate things differently.

Before, nothing could compete with the high that she had felt. But, this was definitely a competitor.

Damon moaned when Bonnie rocked her hips against him and his arousal was visibly growing now. She could feel him against her, but that wasn't their objective, not tonight. Tonight they were just going to make out and get lost in the feeling of each other. As much as she wanted to alleviate the aching between her thighs she didn't dare go there. She wasn't ready.

Tangling her fingers into his hair, she pulled it and he let out another sound of approval as he kissed her harder. She could feel his toned chest pressed tightly against her and it caused her body to react. But, she didn't push the limits.

Pulling out of the kiss, Damon stared up into Bonnie's dark desire-filled eyes and he licked over his lips. He wasn't quite wearing a smile, but the look on his face said that he was pleased with what was going on. Leaning in he pressed heated kisses along her jawline and down across her neck. Earlier it had been completely exposed to him and all he had wanted to do was kiss it and sink his teeth into it. Which he did. He didn't bite hard enough to hurt her, just hard enough to cause a surge of pleasure to coarse through her body and a moan to escape her lips.

"God." Bonnie muttered under her breath as she felt his teeth against her skin. It felt amazing.

Damon smirked and he continued to kiss down her neck toward her collarbone. Once there, he ran his tongue along the sensitive skin of it before biting down again. She shuddered and let out a gasp when he did so and he was finding it difficult not to push further. But, he stopped. He didn't want to ruin things with her.

His hands were now on her hips and they were teasing the bottom of her shirt, gently pressing beneath the fabric and into her hipbones, causing goosebumps to rise. She loved the way that his skin felt against her own. As his fingers inched even higher, tracing the muscles in her toned stomach she blushed and shivered under his touch.

'God damn that feels good...'

Suddenly, both of them were shocked out of their arousal when they heard someone walking down the hallway toward her room. They heard them stop at the room beside them and they knew that the person was one of the workers checking on the rooms.

"Shit." Damon whispered, his heart jumping into his throat and his ears pounding loudly as he panicked. He no longer had to worry about thinking about disgusting thoughts, that was for sure.

Bonnie quickly rolled over so that he could get out of the bed. When she saw the light of a flashlight coming toward the door, she pushed him causing him to nearly stumble and fall. Damon turned and gave her a look like 'what was that for?' She returned the look with a look that said, 'Hurry the fuck up.' He rushed toward the wall on the opposite side of the bed and he stood behind it, praying that the worker wouldn't walk in to see if she was okay.

Damon stood as still as he could while he waited for the worker to leave. He was so scared that he wasn't even breathing. If they got caught they would be sent to separate institutions and he couldn't handle the thought of that. They'd never see each other again more than likely.

"Are you alright in here?" He heard someone say, his heart pounding so loudly that he could barely hear the worker at all.

Bonnie was laying in the bed facing away from the worker and praying that they would just leave her alone. But, she must have looked too stiff or something because the worker started to head into the room. His flashlight pointed directly at the bed. Damon could see the light coming closer and his heart stopped as he continued to hold his breath. 'Fuck. Please. Stop. Walking. Now.'

"Are you alright?"

'I Didn't Have The Heart To Tell You,

It's Bad. It's Really Bad.'


Author's Note:

Wow! Thank you guys for so many reviews! They were all so wonderful! I'm so happy that you guys are enjoying my intimate moments between Bamon... I really never have written those type of scenes between a man and a woman so I was very insecure. BUT because y'all gave me so many wonderful reviews I decided to add another chapter really fast for you guys! And I added a little bit more of a make out scene because I thought you guys deserved it! Of course no sex yet, but this should suffice for the moment. Oh yeah, and about that cliffhanger, what do y'all think? Hehe. :)) How did you guys like the make out scene? Did y'all enjoy the Rebekoline? What about Rebekah's story? What do you guys think she went through?

If you guys have ANY suggestions for this story PLEASE send them my way! I will probably add them into the fic!

Thank you guys so much and I love you all! 33

-Tracy Cook