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 Eight

Power

'Don't Be Afraid, Don't Run Away,

Tap Into The Power.'

Damon reached up to catch the petite woman as she jumped from his bedroom window. It wasn't a high jump, but he didn't want to risk her getting hurt or making a loud noise when she landed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he gripped her hips firmly as he lowered her down to the ground. Bonnie blushed and stared up into his eyes for just a moment before reality set in.

They had no time to stop. They had to keep moving.

"Come on, we have to get to my place." Bonnie whispered frantically. She lowered her hands from his neck and ran her fingers down along his forearm before interlacing them with his and tugging him in the direction of the alleyway.

He abruptly tugged her back and twisted her around so that her back was pressed hard against the brick wall of his apartment complex. Fear shimmered in her green eyes as she stared up at him, confused. She didn't understand why he had pulled her back. "Damon, we have to-"

Damon lifted his index finger to her full lips, signalling for her to be quiet. Her voice died in her throat and her heart pounded loudly in her ears as she stared deep into his eyes. She had to trust him in that moment. She had to trust that he knew what he was doing. Bonnie could hear sirens in the distance and she was shocked when she felt him lean down and capture her lips in a heated kiss, just as the police car drove by.

It all made sense now.

He had heard the police car coming and he knew that they would have followed them down the alley if they saw them running. This way they would think that they were just another horny teenage couple making out in the alleyway and they would focus on the main streets.

Even if the kiss was only a cover, Damon didn't hold back.

He lifted his hand to her hair and tangled it in her dark curls, pulling her body closer to his. She curled her fingers in his shirt and she suddenly wasn't affected by the cold air of the winter. Her entire body felt like it was on fire and she just wanted more. She loved the way that his lips felt against hers. She loved the way that they tasted. She loved the way that his body pressed against her own and the way that his fingers tightened their grip in her hair.

"Mm..." Bonnie moaned out into his mouth when she felt him suck her bottom lip between his teeth playfully as he pulled out of the kiss.

His lips twisted up into a crooked smirk as he stared down at her face. He watched as her eyes fluttered open and they were dark with desire, and he noticed that her lips were swollen and coated in a mix of saliva. Damon could tell that she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.

But, now was not the time.

"Was that really necessary?" Bonnie asked with a glare up at him. Her glare was deceived by the blush on her cheeks and the smile on her lips.

"Completely necessary." Damon stretched both words mischievously, waggling his brow at her. He thought that using the kiss as a distraction was both productive and intelligent, as well as pleasurable. He wouldn't have it any other way.

She rolled her eyes at him and grabbed his hand again, dragging him through the alleyway. They didn't have time to stop and recollect. They needed to keep moving. Bonnie knew that as soon as they were safe and sound they would have to figure out what was going on between the two of them, but right now they had to get away from the police.

They started to run through the alley in the direction of her apartment complex.

"Hey! I think I found them!" A police officer shouted from one of the connecting alleyways.

Neither of them turned to look at him, they just kept running. They knew that if they stopped then they would catch them. Damon could hear him running after them and his heart was beating painfully in his chest. With every step he took he just prayed that they would get away from him.

That he wouldn't go to jail.

"Both of you stop and put your hands in the air!" He hollered after them. His gun was drawn and he was preparing to shoot at them. "This is your final warning!" He was trained to not shoot at a suspect unless they didn't give him any other choice and he had never killed someone before. It wasn't something that he wanted to do. He just hoped that the two suspects would stop running and surrender so that he wouldn't be forced to hurt them.

They didn't.

Damon and Bonnie kept running. They attempted to turn down another alleyway and the police officer rushed after them. His gun drawn, preparing to shoot. He aimed at the man who was the suspect in the murder case and he pulled the trigger.

Bonnie didn't know how she did it, but it felt like in that moment time slowed down. She could hear the bullets flying toward them and she turned quickly and held up her hands. Her hair was flying around and her green eyes were focused on the bullets as they started to slow down before they reached the two of them. It was a natural instinct. She didn't have control over it.

The police officer looked terrified as he lowered his gun and watched the bullets stop mid-air in front of the young woman.

Damon watched her with a furrowed brow. Any doubts that he had left about her being a witch were gone. There was a remarkable power within Bonnie and by the look of shock on her face, he had a feeling that even she didn't know her true potential. His eyes widened when she thrust her hands forward and shot the bullets back at the police officer.

She made sure not to hit him. She wasn't a killer. She was a good person. But, she did manage to scare the police officer off.

He turned and started to run back down the alley.

Bonnie lowered her hands and she knit her brows together as she watched the man run away. She had never had any physical powers prior to that moment and she didn't know where they had come from. She had just been so scared that Damon was going to be shot and taken to prison, that it had just sort of happened.

"How did you...?" Damon asked. He was out of breath from running.

"I don't know." She turned and looked at him. "We have to keep running."

'I Cry So Hard Sometimes, Too Scared To Think What Will Tomorrow Bring,

Already Much More Than I Can Handle Today.'

'Positive.'

Her hand shook as she tightened her grip on the pregnancy test.

Her mind was a jumbled mess of confusion and she could feel tears filling her eyes. She didn't know how to feel. She wanted so badly to have a child. She loved her husband so much. She just didn't want her child to have to grow up with the same constant fears that she lived with every single day. She didn't want to have to explain to their child why his or her father was not there for their games or dance recitals. She didn't want them up all night like she was wondering if they would ever see him again.

"Hayley!" Elijah called from the kitchen. His wife had been in the bathroom for some time and he wanted to have breakfast with her before he went to work. He felt like they never spent quality time together anymore. "Breakfast is prepared."

Hayley wiped the tears from her eyes and she stuffed the pregnancy test into the trash. Hiding it beneath all of the other trash so that he wouldn't see it. She didn't want him to know. Not yet.

Elijah was a good man.

He was the best man she had ever met. His morals were outstanding and the only reason he worked on homicide cases was because he wanted to rid the world of cruelty and evil. She loved and admired that about him. But, sometimes she felt like he was willing to risk his life too easily.

A few years ago when he first joined the force, he had been shot. Hayley could still remember getting that call that her boyfriend was in the hospital and that she needed to come up there. Her heart had broken and she had forgotten how to breathe. All of the worst images filled her mind and she just knew he was dead.

When he hadn't died, she had asked him to quit the force.

But, Elijah couldn't do that and Hayley wasn't selfish enough to ask him to. Not really. She wanted him to, but she understood his heart was in the right place.

Things were different now. She was pregnant.

Hayley opened the bathroom door and she made her way across the apartment. It was a very nice apartment. There were expensive art pieces that decorated the walls from all of their travels. They had a wonderful relationship. They were still so young, but they had already seen the entire world and experienced a large portion of what it had to offer. She was lucky to have him in her life. That was why she was so scared. She didn't ever want to lose him.

As she reached the kitchen she noticed that he was standing in front of the table with a handsome smile on his lips.

He had made her a beautiful french toast breakfast, with a side of bacon and eggs. Her heart warmed when she saw it. No matter how hectic his schedule was, they always ate breakfast together and he always cooked it for her. Elijah did tend to spoil her and she loved it.

"You always spoil me." Hayley said with a playful smile as she approached the table. He held out a chair politely for her and she took a seat. Once she was seated, he took a seat beside her and he stuffed his napkin into his shirt to protect his uniform from being damaged.

"That's what a husband is good for, is it not?" Elijah teased back.

She took a bite of her breakfast and she hummed out pleasantly. It tasted delicious. He was an amazing cook. "So." She spoke between bites. "Did you and Bekah find out anything else about this cafe murder?"

They talked a lot about his work. She didn't know what else to talk to him about. It consumed his time. Hayley missed the days when he was in college and they would just spend the nights talking about what they wanted out of life and watching movies. She knew it was unrealistic to go back to those days and that everyone missed them. It was part of growing up. But, she still wished they had time just for the two of them. Maybe a date night every once in a while.

Neither of them had expected this to be their life.

'Then again. If he was a doctor he would work more hours... But, at least his life wouldn't be constantly in danger...'

"We are waiting for the test results." Elijah told her with a small smile. He knew she didn't want to talk about the case. "How are things at the gallery?"

"They are good." Art had always been a passion of hers and she had always wanted to run her own Art Gallery. She didn't show her own pieces, but it was still a satisfying job. She enjoyed seeing all of the new and flourishing artists and their works. "We got a new client who paints some really weird stuff though." She laughed.

"Like what?"

"I can't even explain it." Hayley smiled and shook her head. "Modern art is so confusing to me. I'll have to show you."

Elijah's phone started to ring and his wife furrowed her brow and chewed on her bottom lip as she watched him pull it out of his pocket and stare down at it. She could tell that it was an emergency and she knew that their breakfast was going to be cut short. This happened sometimes and she understood. She just missed him.

He apologized politely to his wife and dismissed himself from the table. It was rude to answer a phone during a meal. He walked across the room and clicked the send button on his phone, holding it up to his ear. "Hello, Rebekah. I hope this is an emergency."

"It is. They got a lead on our suspect and they sent a few police officers to arrest him. The police officer that caught him said that he was with a woman and that they managed to escape. We need to search his apartment for any evidence as to who this woman was and where we can find her." Rebekah spoke urgently into the phone.

Elijah asked for the address and Rebekah gave it to him. Then he told her he would meet her there and hung up his phone, returning it to his pocket.

He knew that Hayley was going to be displeased about his absence. He didn't blame her. He kept telling her that they would have a date night as soon as his cases were solved, but every time he solved one another seemed to pop up and he got caught up in it. His need to save people was interfering with his relationship.

"We got a lead on the case." He explained sadly. "I can stay for breakfast though."

Hayley smiled and shrugged her shoulders. She had sorrow behind her eyes, but she couldn't force him to stay. "You should go."

Elijah nodded his head and removed the napkin from his shirt, folding it elegantly and setting it on the table. He moved toward Hayley and lent down to place a gentle kiss against her lips. "I love you, Hayley."

"I love you too."

'Say You'll Never Leave, Please.

This War Inside My Mind Is Killing Me.'

"Hurry up." Damon spoke frantically as he watched her fumble with the keys in the door. He was trying to keep his head ducked so that no one would recognize him and call the cops. If the police found out where Bonnie lived then they would have no safe haven.

"I'm trying." She nearly dropped the keys. Her fingers were shaking and her heart was threatening to break through her chest as she tried to concentrate on the lock. She had done this a million times, but this time it was proving to be nearly impossible. She was too anxious.

"Try. Harder." He emphasized on each word.

"Damon. I'm trying. Just be quiet and let me concentrate." Bonnie growled angrily. His words were only making her more anxious. He pressed his lips together tightly and focused his eyes intensely on her fingers as she finally found the right key and unlocked the door. "Thank god." She let out a sigh of relief and pushed the door open.

Both of them hurried into the apartment and then Bonnie turned and locked the door behind them.

Her back was pressed against the door and she was breathing heavily, her skin covered in a sheet of sweat and her hair tangled. Her chest was heaving rapidly and she couldn't believe what had just happened. They had just ran away from the police. A week ago, Bonnie Bennett had been an average citizen that performed good deeds and had strange visions she couldn't really comprehend.

Now she had helped a man get away with murder. She had escaped the police. And her powers had grown.

Damon was regaining his composure and his breathing was calming as he stared over at Bonnie with a devious grin on his lips. He had watched her stop bullets in mid-air and he still was completely in awe of it. She could have easily handed him over to the police and gone on with her life, but she had helped him escape and she had saved his life for what seemed like the millionth time in less than 48 hours.

She was in this with him now. No matter what happened.

Bonnie was feeling safe now that they were in her apartment. She felt like she could relax. Her lips twisted up into a smile and she started laughing. She didn't know where the laughter came from. She just couldn't stop it.

"What are you laughing at, witchy?" He asked, amused by her sudden laughter.

"I don't know." She laughed some more. She was just so relieved that they had made it back to the apartment and that they were both safe. The last day had been the most crazy and hectic day of her life and she was feeling overwhelmed with her emotions. Damon had kissed her and she had wanted him. She had wanted to be with him. She had saved his life and they had escaped the police and now they were safe. "I'm just happy we made it."

Damon laughed along with her. Her laughter was infectious. He too was happy that they made it back to the apartment.

He took a few steps toward Bonnie and smiled down at her, placing his hands on her hips. Her laughter died in her throat as she stared into his eyes, but her smile didn't fall. She was happy. She was happy that she got to spend one more day with Damon trying to figure out what was going on with him.

"Why didn't you tell me you could move things with your mind?" He wondered, his blue eyes wide and excited. It had been amazing to witness.

"Because, I didn't know!" Bonnie admitted. He could hear the bewilderment in her voice. She was just as surprised as he was. "My Grams always told me that my powers would grow as I got older, but I never expected something like that!"

Damon smirked. "That was some crazy X-men type power."

"Great, now I'm a mutant." She laughed a little.

"Yeah." He nodded his head. "But, you're a HOT mutant." He waggled his brow at her and emphasized on the word hot.

Neither of them knew what their relationship was at this point and neither of them were quite ready to understand it. Basically, they were friends that helped each other and trusted in each other no matter what crazy things life threw at them. 'And we occasionally have hot passionate make out sessions... and think about each other naked... Okay, yeah, we really need to figure this out.'

'All Night I Dream, That They're Really Out To Get Me.

The Lines On My Face Are Getting Deeper Every Day.'

Author's Note :

Thank you all sooo much for all of your wonderful support and reviews! Y'all keep me updating fast! :) I really hope that y'all like this chapter! I'm kind of curious when y'all want me to add the Bamon smut!? I don't want it to be too soon in the story, but I kinda want it to happen soon! Are y'all down for that or do you want a slow burn!? I'm down for either! I hope that y'all liked this chapter! How do y'all feel about Bonnie's powers growing!? What else do y'all want to see her do? And did you enjoy the Bamon kiss at the beginning? Did you like the Haylijah part? What do y'all think they will find in Damon's apartment? Do you feel bad for Hayley? :( Do y'all want to see some Defan childhood memories?

Please tell me what y'all think and what y'all want to see and I promise to incorporate it! I love you guys so much for supporting me and for telling me your thoughts! They truly do mean the world to me!

Thank you so much for reading!

I love you guys!

-Tracy Cook-