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 Six

If I Don't Wake Up

'The More It Takes A Hold Of Me,

The Less Chance That I'll Ever Be Free.'

Bonnie barely closed the door behind her as she rushed into the apartment building. Fear and worry flickered across her green eyes as she looked around for Damon. He was no longer in the living room and she could hear the song playing in the bedroom. Her heart stopped. She almost forgot how to walk. All that she could think about was him laying in bed with a deadly concoction of pills and alcohol swimming in his stomach. She would have to take him to the hospital, and then he would go to jail.

She ran toward the bedroom. Her legs wobbly beneath her body. Her heart hammering loudly in her ears. She couldn't even breathe. Not until she saw that he was okay.

Standing in the doorway she stared across the room at him. Damon was sitting on the bed with a bottle of bourbon in one hand and the bottle of pills in the other. He hadn't consumed them yet. He was still holding them in his shaky hands. There were tears shimmering in his eyes. He looked like he had been crying.

He lifted his head and looked at her.

In that moment he truly believed that she was an angel sent to save his life. She was always showing up when he felt like his world was crashing down and he couldn't take it any longer. His blue eyes held such intense emotions behind them that it broke Bonnie's heart. She hated seeing him so defeated. So tired of living that he was willing to give up on himself.

She couldn't even blame him. If she was in the same situation she didn't know what she would do.

"How'd you know I needed someone, Bon-Bon?" Damon slurred drunkenly a smirk on his lips.

Bonnie smiled softly and approached the older man, kneeling down in front of him and staring up into his eyes. He could see the concern behind her eyes and it confused him. It infuriated him. He was convinced that she only cared about him because she didn't know the kind of person he was. 'If she knew HALF the things I've done she'd hit the road running.'

"I'm a witch, remember?" She breathed out sadly. But, she still had a smile on her lips.

"Ahh, right." Damon stretched. "A witch." He laughed a little and tightened his grip on the bottle of pills. "My baby brother thought I was crazy when I told him that." He paused and shrugged his shoulders. "Then again, maybe I am. Maybe we're both just crazy." His eyes widened and his smirk stretched when he said the word 'crazy.'

"You're not crazy, Damon." Bonnie reached out and placed her fingers on the pill bottle. "People like to label things that they can't explain. Elena and Stefan think you are crazy because they can't imagine the fact that there could be something more to this. Just like me. So many people thought I was crazy when I told them I could see the future."

He appreciated her words, but they didn't do much to change his current mindset. It wasn't what people said anymore, it was how he felt about himself.

"Like I said." Damon raised his brows. "We're both crazy."

"Neither of us are crazy." Bonnie whispered, her eyes never leaving his as she pulled the pill bottle from his hand and set it on the table beside the bed. He was so intoxicated that he didn't even realize what she had done.

"That's EXACTLY what a crazy person would say, Bonnie." His voice heightened childishly and he laughed.

"Then we're both crazy." She decided that agreeing with him would be easier for the night. He was too drunk to have an intelligent conversation at the moment, and she just wanted to make sure that he was safe. In the morning they could talk about what they would do. Tonight, he just needed a good night's sleep. 'It's probably been weeks since he has had one of those.'

Bonnie stood back to her feet and looked down at him. He was such a handsome man, but the tears in his eyes and the bags beneath them took away from his beauty. She wanted him to be happy. "At least we can be crazy together."

"True." Damon grinned. "It would SUCK to be crazy alone."

"You should really lay down and get some sleep." Her heart shaped lips curled up into a smile as she pushed him down against the bed by his shoulders. "You're gonna have a massive hangover when you wake up."

He tumbled over drunkenly onto the bed, but as he fell down he placed his hands on Bonnie's small hips and he pulled her down on top of him. Her breath caught in her throat when she realized that his blue eyes had darkened with desire and their bodies were now pressed flush against each other. She could feel his fingers brushing against the skin of her back where her shirt had risen up. She could feel his toned abdomen beneath her hands. She could feel his breath rushing against her lips.

'Oh god. This is so not a good idea. He is drunk and this is totally just a rebound! I mean he just had a fight with Elena!'

Despite her internal war, Bonnie could feel her body reacting to him. His fingers were running clumsily along her spine beneath her shirt at this point and his lips were only inches away from her own. Her skin felt like it was on fire and she knew that she was blushing.

Still, she could smell the thick scent of alcohol on his breath and she knew that they couldn't do anything. Not while he was in such emotional distress. Not while he was so intoxicated. "Damon." She whispered. "You should probably let go of me."

"What if I don't wanna?" He asked suggestively with a waggle of his brow.

"You're drunk."

"I'm not that drunk." Damon insisted.

She actually laughed when she heard that. He had downed more than half a bottle of bourbon. "Yes you are."

Damon continued to tease the skin of her back as his other hand moved to her hair. He gently tucked a few stray strands of dark hair behind her ear and he smiled up at her. He watched her closely and noticed that she shivered when his fingers lightly touched the skin of her cheek. His smile widened and he dragged his fingers along her jawline.

"Mm..." She let out a soft hum of approval. Her eyes fluttering closed for just a split second as she enjoyed the trail of fire that he left behind everywhere he touched her. It was intense.

Bonnie had never felt a connection like this with anyone before.

She had dated boys in high school and college. She had a three year relationship in high school with a boy that was younger than her named Jeremy. She had been thoroughly convinced that she was in love and that the way he was intimate with her was the most amazing feeling in the world. But, in the end, he turned out to just be another boy.

She hadn't known what real passion felt like until she felt Damon's fingers trace along her jawbone and climb up her spine. Such simple touches caused her entire body to quake and an aching need to form between her thighs.

The only thing holding her back was her knowledge of the situation he was going through.

His heart had been broken not long ago. He was drunk. And He had just been attempting suicide. Damon wasn't in his right mind to be making these decisions and she needed to stop him before they both did something they would regret.

Before Bonnie could speak up and say something Damon tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her down on top of him. He wanted her. He had wanted her since the moment he saw her on the street on his way out of the cafe. Her showing up at his doorstep and showing up tonight was a sign to him in some way that she was supposed to be a part of his life and she wasn't giving up on him. She had seen him at his worst before seeing him at his best and she was still in his life.

He lifted his chin and crashed their lips together in a heated kiss. The alcohol in his system caused him to kiss her a bit sloppier than usual, but she still moaned out into his lips and kissed him back with equal fever. She loved the way that his lips felt against her own.

Bonnie knew that she should stop it.

And she was just about to when he swiped his tongue along her full bottom lip begging for entrance. She moaned out loudly and her body shook, her lips parting just enough for him to invade her mouth with his tongue. Their tongues started a dance for dominance and his hand tangled deeper into her hair. She was curling her fingers against his chest and her hips were subconsciously rocking against him. Bonnie needed more contact. She needed relief. She was aching for Damon.

His fingers danced along the skin of her stomach beneath her shirt and she shivered and moaned out into his mouth when she felt the tips of his fingers brush against her bra. She could also feel something hard against her ass through his jeans. He was aroused. Just knowing that she had been the one to cause him to become so aroused caused her own arousal to intensify.

But, it also made her realize something.

She may not have been the cause of his arousal. It could have been Elena. It could have been just a natural reaction and a need for human contact. They hadn't talked about anything and she couldn't just have sex with him no matter how badly she wanted to give in to him.

Bonnie pulled out of the kiss and she stared down into Damon's lust-filled eyes. He was breathing heavily and so was she and they both wanted to indulge further. She just couldn't. Not with everything going on. She liked Damon. She had felt an instant connection with him in ways that were indescribable. A connection she could never really feel with anyone else. She had been inside of his head, literally. It was intense and she wanted to enjoy it, but they couldn't, not now.

"We have to stop, Damon."

"Says who?" He wondered with a devious glint in his eyes.

"Says me." She rolled off of him and landed with her back against the mattress. "I don't want to do this while you are drunk."

Damon rolled over on his side so that he was looking at the beautiful woman laying beside him. She truly was one of the most gorgeous women he had ever seen. He loved her dark hair, her full lips, and the way that her green eyes popped against her caramel skin. He also thought it was adorable how small she was. She had such a strong and intimidating personality, but she was so petite.

"But, you do want to?" He wondered.

Bonnie rolled over as well so that she was facing him. She reached out and interlaced their fingers and smiled when he gave her hand a squeeze. "Maybe. Depends on how you feel about all of this in the morning when you are sober."

"I'm pretty sure I'll feel the same." Damon grinned.

"We'll just have to wait and see."

"You're no fun." He whined with an over-exaggerated pout on his lips.

"I can be plenty fun. Just not while you are drunk." Bonnie told him.

"Why don't I believe you?"

"Because, you don't know me yet."

Those words struck a chord in Damon. He realized she was right. For some reason it had felt like they had known each other forever, but it had only been one day. 'One terrible fucking day.' He didn't know anything about her. She didn't really know anything about him aside from what she had seen in her visions. They were essentially strangers.

'So why the heck do I feel so comfortable with her?' He didn't understand it. And maybe he wasn't supposed to. Maybe this was their fate. 'To be crazy together.'

"You're right." His eyes widened as he said the words. "Tell me about yourself, Bon-Bon."

Bonnie was genuinely starting to love when he called her that. Which was crazy, because just that morning it had seemed like an insult and now he was saying it differently. With compassion and adoration. She didn't know how so much had changed within such a short time period. She figured it had to do with all of the life-altering events that had occurred.

"There's not really much to tell." She admitted. She knew that he was hoping for a juicy story, but she didn't really have any. Not until now. "I'm an art major and I love to paint. I lived with my Grams all my life because my mother abandoned me when I was young and my father worked to much to care to be a part of my life." Bonnie said the words with little emotion because that was how she dealt with her problems. She covered them up and pretended like they didn't bother her.

"I'm sorry." He knit his brows together and his eyes held concern for her. He knew what it was like to grow up without any parents. Damon gently ran his thumb along the back of her hand eliciting a shiver from her.

"It's okay." Bonnie laughed a little. "That happened a long time ago. I'm used to it by now."

"That doesn't make it okay." Damon said.

"How about you tell me about yourself." She didn't want to further delve into her life. She knew that if she started talking about what had happened to her Grams then she would start crying. She just wanted to focus on him and making sure he was okay. She could handle her problems on her own.

"I would." He stretched. "But, then you would probably run away like everyone else."

"Try me."

Damon gave her a look that said 'never in a million years.'

"Oh come on." Bonnie said, giving his hand a squeeze. "I promise not to run away."

"You say that now, but that's only because you don't know how terrible I truly am."

"No." She dismissed his reasoning immediately. "I say it because I don't care how terrible of a person you were. I'm not here to change you. I'm here to help you, Damon. No matter what you have done in the past you don't deserve to go through life like this."

"Oh, Bonnie." Damon sang playfully, shaking his head at her naivety. "I am a REALLY terrible person." He stressed the word really so that she would know that he wasn't just a petty thief that shoplifted lighters from the quick shop. He had gotten into fights. He had drunk himself into a coma. He had tried a variety of drugs in his teenage days. He had broken and entered a store in the middle of the night and stolen from them.

"I don't care." Bonnie insisted.

"I once, literally stole candy from a baby and ate it in front of him." Damon slurred drunkenly. It was evident that he was trying his hardest to make her hate him, because if she just hated him it would make him feel better. It would save him from the pain of her leaving him later when she found out about the things he had done.

But, his comment only made her laugh. Bonnie was surprised by how loudly she laughed when he said he stole candy from a baby. She wondered if it was true. If she saw him do that she probably would have reprimanded him but she wouldn't have been capable of keeping a straight face.

"That's horrible!" Bonnie exclaimed, still laughing.

Damon was laughing now and she was happy to see a smile on his lips again that wasn't forced or playful. It was just him, genuinely happy in the moment. "I know! I told you I'm terrible!"

'I'm Alone, I Just Need,

Someone To Take My Hand And Pick Me Up When I'm Feeling Down.'

Author's Note :

I feel really anxious to post this chapter because I am so tired today and I feel really sick and I couldn't reread it very easily so there might be some errors. :( Plus, it definitely wasn't as long as I wanted it to be! I just feel really crummy today and I wanted to get out a chapter for y'all because y'all left me such amazing reviews and I love y'all so much for them! I would love to know your thoughts on this chapter! Did you enjoy the make out scene, even if it was short? Do you think it is good that they stopped? Are you curious what will happen between Bamon in the morning? What about the police and Stefan!?

Please do tell me what y'all thought of this chapter and thank you so much for reading! You have no idea how much it means to me that y'all like this fic! I really hope you guys liked this Bamon centric chapter! The next chapter will have LOTS of Bamon too!

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-Tracy Cook-