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 Four

Brink Of Insanity

'I Close My Eyes, Yet I Still See.

I Cannot Hide From What's Inside Of Me.'

He pressed his lips together tightly as he started to erase a mistake he had made in his notes. His professor was speaking too quick for even him to keep up, and he had a great memory. 'Damn it. What did he just say?' He decided to skip whatever he had just said and he started to write down the next thing that the professor started to explain. Hopefully what he missed wouldn't be on the final.

They had finals next week and he really needed to pass them. As long as he passed, then he would be moving on and starting his year long internship.

'I just hope I don't intern at anywhere with impatient care.' The other psychology majors always told horror stories about impatient care. They talked about how intense the people were, how violent they were. He assumed that most of the stories were exaggerated, but it still sounded like a lot of work for little pay. He would rather be a one on one councilor.

A knock at the door caused all of the students to look up from their notebooks and stare at it.

Their professor walked across the room and he opened the door and closed it behind him. They could hear the soft muffled sounds of people talking on the other side of the door and they all exchanged curious and confused looks. Some people looked excited at the chance to get asked out of class. Others looked worried because it could be an emergency.

He just wanted to focus on his school work and was praying that Damon hadn't broken the law again. He had a problem with authority. He always had. And he had always been the one to clean up his messes.

Their professor walked back into the classroom. "Stefan Salvatore." He called out. "There are a few police officers that need to talk to you."

Stefan clenched his jaw tightly and his grip tightened on his pencil when he heard the other students let out "oohs" like he was in trouble. He knew that this wasn't about him. He dropped his pencil to the table and he rubbed his forehead with his fingers. He had already had a headache. He didn't need to deal with Damon and whatever he had done now. Not with finals coming up.

He pushed himself away from the table and he grabbed his shoulder bag, throwing it over his shoulder.

He was wearing a white v-neck shirt and a pair of nice jeans. His hair was done perfectly. Lifting his chin confidently he walked out of the classroom without looking at any of the other students. They were all watching him and whispering about him.

Closing the door behind himself, he turned his attention to the police officers. There were two of them. He noticed that they both looked a little strange to be police officers. The man was standing up straight with his hands behind his back and his uniform was pressed perfectly. And the woman had her long blonde hair curled and flowing down over her uniform, her shirt was unbuttoned attractively, and she had on leather high heel boots.

"Stefan Salvatore?" Elijah asked. He had a charming British accent. It made everything feel more formal.

"Yeah." Stefan said. "Is this about Damon?"

"Yes. How close are you with your brother?" He wondered. He had a feeling that the two of them didn't get along well by the tone of voice Stefan had used to answer the last question. He seemed annoyed with his brother. 'Damon must be quite the troublemaker.'

"Let's just say we don't really talk much." He laughed under his breath and crossed his arms over his chest.

The two of them had problems from a very young age. They had always clashed. Stefan was always talking about how he wanted to save people and change the world, and Damon was always talking about how he wanted to party, drink, and sleep with girls. Then there was Elena. For a few years Stefan had a crush on Elena and Damon swooped in and stole her from him.

Rebekah wasn't the type to be patient like Elijah. He liked to slowly talk people out of their secrets and she just liked the direct approach. The blonde took a step toward Stefan and stared him directly in the eyes. "Your brother is a suspect in a murder case that we are currently working on. We've got a lot of evidence pointing to him, and we have had a terrible time finding his location. Do you happen to know where he currently resides or anyone that would know?"

"A murder?" His shock was evident. He knew that Damon was always up to no good, but he could never kill someone. 'Could he?'

Either way, he wasn't about to rat his own blood out. No matter how much they fought or hated each other, he would always have his back and his best interest in mind. He needed to talk to Damon and find out what was going on.

"Yes. We found his blood at the crime scene and there was an eyewitness that claims he was acting suspicious. We just need to speak with him." Rebekah could tell that Stefan wasn't going to be of any help by the look on his face. They were going to have to find him on there own. "We don't have enough evidence to arrest him. We simply want to ask him a few questions." She tried.

"Like I said, my brother and I don't really talk." Stefan said with a shrug. He was shaking and he hoped that they didn't notice. "Last time I talked to him was over a year ago. I don't have a clue where he is living or who he spends his time with."

Neither of the police officers believed him. But, they couldn't take him in for questioning just because they could tell he was lying.

They needed more reason than that.

"Do you have his number?" Elijah asked. His voice never wavering. "Or any other way to contact him? An e-mail perhaps?"

"Damon didn't have a cellphone the last time we talked, so I don't know his number. And I don't think he has an e-mail." Stefan was lying straight through his teeth. He had Damon's number programmed in his phone and he knew exactly where he lived and how to contact him. He just didn't want them to find him first. He didn't think that his brother was capable of murder, no matter how shitty a person he was.

"I see." He looked to his partner. "Then I suppose we should let you get back to your class. We apologize for the inconvenience."

Stefan nodded and turned back to head into his classroom. His heart was racing in his chest. He stood there for a minute with all of the students and his professor staring at him and he waited for the police to disappear down the hallway. After he knew that they were gone he apologized to his professor and told him it was an emergency before he rushed back out into the hallway and headed toward the bathroom.

He ducked down and checked under each of the stalls to make sure that no one was listening in on him.

Then he pulled out his cellphone and started to dial Damon's number. His heart was pounding loudly in his ears and his hands were shaking. He needed to hear it from his brother's mouth that he hadn't killed someone. That he was not capable of such evil. He listened anxiously as it ringed.

"What's up baby brother?" Damon's voice echoed through the speaker of the phone.

Stefan instantly grew frustrated when he heard how playful his brother was being. He was wanted for murder and he was still being childish. He hated that he was the younger brother and he acted more mature. "You're never going to guess who just came to visit me in my Psych class."

"Who?"

"The police." He could hear his brother take in a breath when he said the words. 'Is he actually scared?'

"What did they say?" Damon asked with a furrowed brow, his muscles tense. He had expected the police to show up at some point, but he hadn't expected them to go to Stefan. He was concerned that they might have told his brother what he had done. He would never be okay with it. He would judge him and he would tell him to turn himself in.

"They said that you were a suspect in a murder case of theirs." Stefan's voice shook with anxiety. "Tell me it isn't true, Damon. Tell me you didn't kill someone?"

"Stefan." He stretched.

"Tell me you didn't kill someone!"

"I don't think we should be talking about this like this." Damon said. "Meet me at the usual spot."

With that he hung up the phone leaving Stefan staring at the mirror in the bathroom. His lips were parted in shock and his body was shaking as he gripped onto the ledge of the sink. Damon hadn't told him that he didn't kill someone. He had tried to change the subject and he didn't want to talk about it over the phone. He could only think of one reason that he would want to talk one on one in private.

'He killed someone...'

'Now I'm On The Brink, Brink Of Insanity.'

Emerald eyes were watching him closely as he put his cellphone into his back pocket. Bonnie had heard the entire conversation and she could tell that Damon's entire demeanor had changed the minute he heard that the police were looking for him. She had been expecting it to happen. They both had been. But, she had hoped that they would have more time.

She didn't even know what to say.

"That was my brother."

"I heard."

Damon chewed on his cheeks and walked across the room to pick up his glass of bourbon. If he was going to have to face his brother about what had happened then he was going to need more alcohol in his system. Bonnie watched him sadly as he downed the rest of the glass. She wished that he didn't have so many problems in his life. She wished that life could be simple for him.

"What are you going to do?" She asked.

"I guess I'm gonna tell him that his big brother is even more of a disappointment than he thought." His lips curled up into a deceptive smirk. She knew that he was just trying to cover up the pain that he felt. He grabbed his leather jacket and he pulled it over his arms. He didn't want Stefan to ask him why his arms were bandaged.

"Damon, you aren't a disappointment. None of this is your fault." Bonnie insisted.

"I was a disappointment to him long before I killed someone, Bon-Bon." Damon approached her as he spoke. When he used the nickname he lent down so that his lips were only inches away from hers and his eyes were locked with hers. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. He pulled away from her and grinned.

"Do you think he would set you up?" She asked in a serious tone. If the police showed up to talk to Stefan and he really thought Damon was capable of murder then he might have agreed to meet up with him. If they took him to jail then there would be very little that she could do.

"Nah." He shook his head. "He's a self-riotous prick." His eyes widened and he raised his brow as he said the word 'prick.' "But he wouldn't do that to me."

"Good." Bonnie let out a sigh of relief. "Do you have a pen?"

Damon thought about it for a minute and then he walked across the room to a desk. He opened a drawer and pulled out a sharpie, holding it up for her with a satisfied smile on his face. "Yep."

She took the sharpie from him and she grabbed his hand, ignoring the way that his skin caused her body to react. She needed to focus on what was going on and not her strange romantic feelings for the man she had visions of. Damon was in a lot of trouble. The police were after him. "Here is my phone number and my address. If you run into any trouble call me and if the cops find you." Bonnie glanced up into his eyes and her heart sped up. "I want you to run."

"Got it, Witchy."

Bonnie smiled at the nickname. For some reason it warmed her heart knowing that he was starting to believe in her powers.

'I guess he needs something to believe in right now...'

'Open My Eyes, But I Can't See,

Maybe The Hatred Has Blinded Me?'

The crisp snow crunched beneath the weight of his shoes as he walked slowly through the cemetery. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket and he could feel the snow melt as it landed on the hot skin of his face. He was burning up. His head was pounding. Although he had been acting like he wasn't scared, he was terrified. He was about to face his brother and tell him that he had murdered someone.

He just knew he wouldn't understand. Stefan wouldn't believe that he had no memory of his crimes. He wouldn't believe that Bonnie was a witch. He would think he was crazy just like Elena had.

'Hell, even I think I'm going crazy.'

Damon stopped in his tracks when he witnessed Stefan standing in front of a pair of gravestones. His heart sunk and he suddenly felt the urge to vomit as his stomach twisted into knots. The last time he had seen his brother had been when they met up to talk to their parents. They did it every year. It was their way of keeping them a part of their lives and it was the only time where the two of them were civil toward each other.

He lent his head back and pursed his lips. He didn't know if he was capable of facing him.

'I have to face my brother and Elena all in one day...? I'm gonna need to stop by the liquor store on the way home.'

Damon let out a loud groan of defeat as he finally convinced himself to approach the other man. He headed toward him and he watched as Stefan's body tensed when he heard him. He could tell that he was on edge. He didn't trust him.

"Damon." Stefan stated simply. His eyes on their parents' gravestones.

"Brother." He responded. He was now standing directly beside his brother, their shoulders touching as they looked down at the graves. He could feel his chest tighten as images of their murder returned to his mind. He had lived in constant fear and constant pain since that night. He could still remember hiding in the closet with Stefan and telling him it was all going to be okay.

"Tell me you didn't kill someone." He spoke through grit teeth. He was angry and his eyes were shimmering with tears. He held them back.

"It's a little more complicated than that." Damon emphasized on the word complicated. His smirk had returned to his lips.

"What do you mean complicated?" Stefan asked. He still didn't turn to look at his older brother. His hands were stuffed into his pockets and they were curled up into fists. Their parents had been killed. Murdered. How could his brother do the same to someone else? "Was it self-defense?" He asked hopefully. That he could understand.

"Not exactly."

"Not exactly?" He asked, his voice rising angrily. "What exactly do you mean when you say not exactly, Damon?" He turned and looked at his brother with accusing eyes.

"I mean." Damon looked over at him and smirked. "Not. Exactly." He spoke each word deliberately and his eyes widened as he said them. He knew that he was upsetting his brother, but he saw no point trying to explain what had really happened. He would just think he was insane. He would probably try and have him committed.

"How could you kill someone after what happened to mom and dad?" Stefan's voice shook violently. It took a lot to set him off, but once he was upset he couldn't hold it in.

"It wasn't me!" He spat back.

Their faces were now only inches apart and their eyes were connected in an intense and angry stare. Stefan was trying to read Damon. He was trying to find the answers to his questions behind his eyes. "What do you mean it wasn't you? Did somebody else kill them? Did you see it happen?" His hope had returned. If he was only a witness of a murder then he could still come clean and tell the police.

"No!" Damon shouted, throwing up his hands. He was frustrated with his own mind. "That's the problem! I didn't see what happened, Stefan! One second I was in the bathroom washing the coffee out of my shirt and the next second I was holding a dead body in my arms!" He ran his hands through his hair anxiously. "I don't know how it happened! But, I know it wasn't me! It couldn't have been!"

"Your mind blocked out the events-"

"-Don't you dare psychoanalyze me." He interrupted. It was one of the things he hated most about his brother's degree. He felt that it gave him some right to analyze him and tell him why he was the person he was.

"This could be good, Damon." Stefan said. "Have you been having nightmares?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"This could be all in your subconscious. I have heard about these things happening to people. Where they black out and kill someone and then they don't remember it." He explained. "This could all be a chemical imbalance in your brain."

Damon laughed when he said that. "Which is a nice way of saying that I'm crazy."

"Damon." Stefan spoke in a serious tone of voice. "This could be the difference between being institutionalized or imprisoned."

"This is different, Stefan. I met a girl named Bonnie, she's a witch and she said that there is something else inside of me making me do these things! She said this isn't my fault!"

"A witch?" He shook his head. He was truly starting to believe that Damon was losing his mind.

Damon threw his head back in frustration and let out a loud groan. "I knew you wouldn't understand." He started to back away from Stefan, his hands back in the pockets of his jacket. "For the record, I'm not crazy and I'm not going to be institutionalized or imprisoned."

"You can't keep running."

"Watch me." He smirked and waggled his brow at his brother before turning around and starting out of the cemetery.

'I See Your Future, It's A Nightmare And A Lie,

But You Refused My Help, Now I Have No More Strength To Try.'

Author's Note :

This chapter was going to have some Elena in it, but I got really discouraged because I only got two reviews. :( I LOVE BOTH OF YOU FOR REVIEWING! And thank you so much for all of your support it really does mean the world to me! I would really love to hear your guys' thoughts no matter what they are!

Anyhow, a lot of important stuff happened this chapter! Stefan found out about what Damon did and the police are onto Damon! The next chapter will have some Delena drama and then some Bamon comfort and possible snuggle time? Do y'all want some Bamon snuggle time? ;) Bonnie's best friend should be coming in on later chapters and I wanna know who y'all want to be her best friend? I have an idea, but I want to know yours!

Thank you all so much for the support of this story! I really hope that y'all liked this chapter!

I love you guys!

-Tracy Cook-