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 Nine

Take The Plunge

'Look In My Eyes, One Last Time And Hold Me,

They Told Us We Couldn't Take The Plunge, Dear, We'll Show 'Em Won't We.'

He lifted his hands up and tugged the rubber gloves on, like a surgeon. They had to be careful not to contaminate any of the evidence before CSI got the chance to test it for DNA and fingerprints. Their job was simple. They were to observe the evidence and search for any connecting leads that could aid them in finding their suspect. Once the lab results got back they would know if the blood found at the crime scene belonged to Damon and if he had any previous criminal records.

It was more about understanding the thought process of the suspect than dissecting the evidence for Rebekah and himself.

Elijah squinted his eyes and looked around the apartment as he walked across the wooden floors. The man had good taste in furniture, he noted. He had invested a large amount of money into furnishing his apartment. He wondered where he got his hands on such money. 'Maybe he has a well-paying job like a surgeon. That would explain how he knew how to cut the arteries. Or perhaps he stole the money.'

Rebekah was looking through the bathroom as he headed out into the kitchen.

His dark eyes landed on a pair of bowls that were sitting on the table. They were half-full and they appeared to have been abandoned mid-meal. Presumably when the police had shown up to bring him in for questioning. One bowl belonged to Damon and the other to his accomplice. Whether she had helped him kill the man or not, she was an accomplice to his crimes. She too would be imprisoned if they found out that he was responsible.

Not for as long, of course. But, it was still a crime.

For just a moment he contemplated what he would do if he had found out Hayley killed someone. He didn't know if he would turn her in or help her escape. Little things like that made him question his morals and beliefs.

'I suppose it would depend on the situation. What is his situation? Why is she helping him? Who is she?'

"There are two bowls on the table in the kitchen. Presumably his and the woman that helped him escape." Elijah called out to Rebekah who was still rummaging through the bathroom.

He crossed his arms elegantly over his chest and cocked his head to the side as he examined the direction that the chair was pulled out. It looked like they had ran toward the bedroom after the police arrived. Rebekah had always been good at reading people and he had always been good at deciphering a crime scene. That was why they worked so well together. They were the perfect team.

Elijah followed the trail into the bedroom. Looking for any details that could help them on their search.

He noticed that there were boxes scattered around the room. There was no order to the boxes, some of them had fallen over and whatever was inside of them had undoubtedly broken, and others were completely disregarded and forgotten in the corner. 'Doesn't seem like he would treat his own possessions in such a manner... Perhaps they belong to whomever the woman is that owns these clothes?'

There were clothes torn up and thrown around the room. They obviously belonged to a female.

From the looks of things, they belonged to an ex-lover.

His mind automatically searched for a motive.

Elijah couldn't believe that people just killed because they enjoyed the power that came with it. He thought that every murder had a reason. If they wanted power it was because someone in their life had rendered them powerless and made them feel like they had no control. Whether it was their mother, father, brother, or lover. Some murders were committed in the moment. Pure rage, revenge, and heated passion. This had signs of both premeditated murder and a crime of passion.

The suspect had left behind evidence at the scene of the crime. Too much evidence for it to seem well-executed and planned. Yet, he had killed him in such a specific manner that it was hard to believe it had been a coincidence.

Her torn up clothes, disregarded boxes, and the empty bottle of bourbon beside the bed, screamed affair.

He imagined that it went something like this;

'Damon got home from his long day at work.

He walked into the apartment and he threw his jacket on the couch. He was exhausted and excited to see his girlfriend again. He took a look around for her and realized that she was nowhere to be found. It was strange. It was still too early for her to be sleeping. With a furrowed brow he walked toward the bedroom to see if she was there or if she had gone out.

Pushing the door open his eyes widened in shock and his body started to shake as he witnessed his girlfriend and the man from the diner.

They were lost in the heat of the moment and he could feel the anger rushing through his veins.

He screamed at them to get out of his apartment. He tore her clothes and threw them around the room. She tried to stop him, and the boxes got knocked over when he pushed her away from him. His eyes were filled with pure hatred. He couldn't believe she would do something like that to him.

Damon kicked them out.

But, he couldn't put his mind to rest.

He needed revenge. He needed to make the man pay for taking what was his. So, he followed him. He knew how to kill a man and he planned to make the man suffer for the pain he had put him through.'

Of course, that was only an assumption. He couldn't be sure until they found him and questioned him.

Elijah noticed that one of the picture frames was shattered on the ground in front of the shelves. The top of the shelves were covered with pictures of him standing with a young woman. She had dark hair and dark eyes and a wide smile on her lips as she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. They both looked happy.

'That witness was spot on when she described him... This photo looks nearly identical to the one Rebekah and her created.'

He reached out and lifted the photograph off of the shelf and started to remove the back of the frame. Some people labeled their photos and he was curious to see if Damon or the mystery girl had done so. If they had, then he might be able to find out who she was. Then he could question her. There was a possibility that she was the woman that had helped him escape. Either that, or she might know who had.

Elijah's lips curled up as he looked over the back of the photograph.

'Elena Gilbert and Damon Salvatore. May 19th, 2013.'

"Who's the girl?" Rebekah asked curiously, peering over his shoulder at the pictures on the shelves. They were all of Damon and a young brunette.

He was not startled by her presence. Many times he had told her to wear less conspicuous shoes. She always gave herself away when she was at a crime scene, because you could hear the clacking of her high heel boots from clear across a room.

"Elena Gilbert." Elijah stated in a calm and even tone of voice, never taking his eyes off of the photograph. It broke his heart to see how happy they had been. He wondered what had happened to change it all. He wondered why they fell apart. "I have deduced that the two of them had a falling out of some sort. It may or may not be related to our murder case. But, we should most definitely question her about it."

"Do you think she is the one who helped him escape?"

"I think it is highly-probable."

Elijah pulled out an evidence bag from his pocket and he placed the photograph inside, zipping it up for safekeeping. His every movement was meticulous. Once the photo was securely tucked away, he turned on his heels and smiled at her. "What did you find?"

"I found some bandages in the bathroom that I think he may have used for tending to whatever wounds were caused at the crime scene. Along with that, his clothes were thrown into the wash. I saw no sign of blood on them, but we will have to wait for CSI to examine them before we know for certain." The British woman informed. She had already developed her own theories.

This girl. Elena, or whoever she was, had bandaged up his wounds and helped him escape. His clothes were thrown into the wash in a desperate attempt to hide the blood of his victim. Luckily, their forensics team could decipher blood even after it has been put through the wash.

"I think it's time that we have a little chat with Elena Gilbert." Rebekah said.

'I'll Be There The Rest Of Tonight, Forever And All Of Your Life,

I'll Be There The Rest Of Tonight, So Sleep Tight.'

"Damon, you need to turn yourself in." Stefan spoke frantically over the phone. He had been in the middle of studying for his finals when he saw his brother's wanted picture on the news. He knew that if he kept running, things were only going to get worse. "The longer you run the worse things are going to be when they catch you."

"They aren't going to catch me, brother." He countered.

"They will catch you." He told him in a serious tone. "It is almost impossible for someone to get away with murder this day in age, and you left behind tons of evidence! They already have your picture up all over the news! You can't run from this! The minute you go outside, someone will see you and they will call the police! And what's worse is that you are taking down an innocent girl with you!"

"Bonnie's the one who found me, remember?" Damon asked sarcastically. He hated how his brother assumed that he had sought Bonnie out and convinced her of his delusions.

"Because she was convinced she was a witch and had visions of you and you used that to your advantage! You used it as an excuse for your behavior!" Stefan explained. "This girl is obviously suffering from some sort of mental-illness and you are going to drag her straight to prison with you."

He clenched his jaw and furrowed his brow, his grip tightening on the phone. When he had first met Bonnie he had thought the same thing. He had thought that she was crazy. There was no such thing as a witch. But, after what he had saw that morning while they were running away from the police officer, he no longer had any doubts. "You're wrong, Stefan."

"If you have so much faith that you didn't kill that man, then why don't you turn yourself in?"

"Because, it's not that simple!" Damon emphasized each syllable with frustration. He just wanted his brother to understand and believe in him for once in his life. He knew that after all of the times he lied to him, and all of the times he screwed him over, he had no right to expect his trust. But, this time he was telling the truth.

"Damon, the longer you run the worse this is going to be on both you and Bonnie. Just keep that in mind. I have to go."

He heard Stefan hang up the phone and he squeezed his cellphone tightly in his hand. He was tempted to toss it across the room and shatter it, he was so angry. But, he didn't. Damon took a few minutes and focused on his breathing. Taking in a shaky breath and letting it out. He couldn't let his brother not believing in him get the best of him. 'At least Bonnie still believes in me...'

Setting his phone on the table in the kitchen, he started to head back into the bedroom.

Bonnie and him had been laying in bed and watching a movie when Stefan called. For a few hours he had enjoyed laying with her and laughing at the movie as they forgot all of the darkness in their lives. It had been wonderful. Then his brother had called and destroyed that happiness by reminding him of what he had done and that the police were out to get him.

He just wanted to relax.

Damon headed into the bedroom and Bonnie instantly lifted the remote and turned down the movie. Her green eyes were filled with concern as she stared over at him. She knew that talking to his brother took a lot out of him.

"The verdict is in." He said with a devious smirk as he fell back onto the bed with his arms behind his head. His eyes connected with hers as he spoke. "Stefan thinks that we are both crazy." His eyes widened playfully as he said the word crazy. "Oh, and get this, I'm taking advantage of your delusions because I don't wanna face what I really did."

"Is that so?" Bonnie asked with a twist of her lips as she rested her hand against his chest and nuzzled into the warmth of his shoulder. Honestly, she hadn't expected much more from Stefan. He was a psychology major. His entire outlook on the human psyche was different from other people. He was trying his hardest to logically dissect the situation, and there was simply nothing logical about it.

It was the age old debate. Science versus magic. People with those type minds didn't believe in magic, or ghosts, or an afterlife. It was all about what they could physically prove.

"Yep." Damon said with a smile and a playful pop of the P. He was already feeling better now that she was snuggling close to him again. He loved the way that her body fit against his. "Maybe he'd believe us if he saw the way that you stopped those bullets with your mind." He stretched the word mind. He still couldn't believe what he had seen.

Bonnie knew that he was only joking, but he actually made a good point. Stefan might believe it if the power was physical. If he could actually see it with his own eyes. It would be really helpful for Damon to have his brother on his side right now and she knew how much it would mean to him, even if he would never admit it.

"Knowing him, he probably still wouldn't believe it." He stated sarcastically.

"Did the two of you ever get along?" She wondered curiously, absentmindedly tracing delicate circles against his toned abdomen through the fabric of his shirt. 'I wish that he would take the shirt off...' Her thought caused a blush to run along her cheeks and her body to heat up. She had been having inappropriate thoughts about Damon constantly, and they had only gotten ten times worse after their make out session.

His face contorted in thought as he gently ghosted his fingers along Bonnie's arm. He felt her body shiver beneath his touch and he smiled at it. He loved being able to effect her in such a way. He couldn't remember the last time that he had just enjoyed laying in bed and holding someone. Elena and his relationship hadn't been that way for a very long time.

They spent most of their time fighting. And the only time that they got along was when he was acting like someone else completely. She didn't love him for who he was, she loved him for who she wanted him to be.

"Yeah. When we first got put in the system we were really close."

'He jumped up and caught the football as Stefan tossed it to him. His blue eyes were sparkling and his smile was stretching from one ear to the other. He loved playing with his little brother. After everything that happened with their parents he had made it his job to protect him and always keep him distracted from the darkness. He just wanted him to be happy and he hoped more than anything that he couldn't remember what happened that night.

Damon lived with the memories of that night in his nightmares. He could remember telling Stefan to stay in the closet as he walked out slowly into the living room to see if their parents were okay.

His heart had been racing and his entire body shaking as he looked around for any sign of them. He called out to them. No one answered. And then he saw them, laying on the ground with blood pouring from their lips and blood stained clothes. He ran to the phone and he dialed 911 and then he rushed back to the closet and held his brother close.

Stefan asked if they were okay.

He couldn't answer him. He didn't want his baby brother to have to know what had happened.

"Nice throw, baby bro!" Damon said, his long dark curls bouncing around as he ran in the opposite direction and tossed the football back to him. His brother was only five years old and he wasn't able to catch the ball in the air, but he chased it around as it bounced across the yard.

"I got it!" Stefan called out with a toothy grin, holding the ball tightly against his chest.

They continued to toss the ball back and forth. Enjoying their moment of peace and happiness. It wouldn't last and they both knew that.

"Those people said they wanna take me home with them." The younger of two said as he walked over to his older brother. He was breathing heavily from chasing the ball around and he was ready for a break. He was confused about what happened to their parents. He didn't understand why they couldn't just go back home to them. He didn't like that they kept trying to split them up.

His brother was all he had left and he didn't want to lose him.

"Yeah, I know." Damon said with a sad smile as he wrapped his arm around his brother's shoulders.

"They want you to stay here though." Stefan said, staring up into his blue eyes. "Why can't you come with me?"

"They aren't gonna separate us, Stefan. Don't you worry about that." He smiled. "I'm not gonna let that happen."

"How did you manage that?" Bonnie asked. She knew how the system worked and kids didn't really have much say in who their foster parents were. They just sort of got tossed from home to home.

"It wasn't easy." He said with a waggle of his brow as he looked down at her.

She had a feeling that he had caused a lot of mayhem in his mission to keep his brother in the same house as him. It was admirable how he always looked out for his brother's best interests and it made it even more heartbreaking to see how their relationship had developed. She wondered what had been the turning point in their relationship. She wondered when they had changed so drastically.

She didn't ask.

Damon probably didn't want to talk about his brother right now. He felt betrayed by him. He felt like Stefan didn't have any faith in him. He felt like he thought he was crazy. 'Maybe if I learn how to use this power and I show him he will start to believe us... Damon says he still won't, but he might... There's always a chance...'

"I bet he's really grateful to you for always staying with him." Bonnie ran her fingers along the exposed skin of his neck as she stared up into his eyes. She found such intensity behind them and it caused her entire body to heat up.

"I doubt it." He smirked down at her.

He believed that Stefan thought he would have been better off if the two of them had gone their own ways. If he had grown up without him then he could live in ignorant bliss. He could make up heroic images of the man his brother became in his mind. He could finally be happy.

Damon ran his tongue along his bottom lip before tugging it between his teeth. His eyes were fixed on hers and he could feel her heated breath rushing against his face. His eyes twinkled mischievously when Bonnie glanced down at his lips and her breath caught in her throat. He could tell that she wanted to kiss him just as badly as he wanted to kiss her. He didn't know why she was so hesitant. She kept pushing him away and putting a wall up between the two of them.

'Probably because you are a psycho murderer with ex baggage out the ass. Who would ever want to date you? You're damaged goods.'

He lent forward slowly in an attempt to bridge the gap between their lips, but she pulled back. Emerald eyes swimming with worry and uncertainty. He hated seeing those things behind her eyes. "Sorry." Damon let out a groan and fell back against his pillow. "Silly me, I thought you wanted to kiss me or something."

Bonnie let out a sigh and she sat up a little so that she could look down at him. She knew that he was as confused as she was about whatever was going on between the two of them. She just wasn't ready to give into him until she knew for sure what he wanted from her. That was why she had pulled away. She didn't know if she was a rebound, if he only wanted her because she was the only one around who believed in him, or if he genuinely was starting to develop feelings for her.

"I do want to kiss you." She admitted, chewing on her full bottom lip.

"I could tell by the way you pulled away." Damon teased with a smirk.

"Damon, it's not because I didn't want to kiss you." Bonnie told him with a stern tone of voice. Her eyes were focused intensely on his. She knew that he was pushing her away because he felt rejected, but she wasn't rejecting him. She wanted him. "I just want to understand what this is to you... What do you see us as?"

"Partners in crime." He sang, with a waggle of his brow.

She only glared down at him when he said that. He knew she wasn't satisfied with his answer. She wanted him to tell her something heartfelt and meaningful. She wanted him to talk about his feelings for her.

That wasn't something he did on a regular basis.

"What do you want me to say, judgy?" Damon asked. He was growing frustrated with the entire situation. He wasn't ready to have the "talk." He didn't think that he ever wanted to have the talk. Bonnie didn't say anything she just continued to stare down at him and wait for him to open up. She knew that if she was silent long enough he would just start rambling.

"Do you want me to say that I think about you all the time? Do you want me to say that I feel a connection with you that I never felt with Elena and I don't understand it in the slightest!?" His eyes widened as he said the word slightest. "Do you want me to say that I really like that you trust me and you like me for who I am and not who you want me to be!? Fine! I do!"

Bonnie couldn't help but smile. Her silence had forced him to admit how he felt about her and his words caused her heart to jump excitedly. He felt a connection with her that he never felt with Elena. 'That means that whatever this is, isn't a rebound... He actually likes me...'

"Are you happy now?" Damon seethed sarcastically.

"Very happy." She snuggled back against his chest and his eyes widened as he realized that she was putting an end to the conversation. She wasn't going to tell him what she felt. She wasn't going to kiss him. She was just happy to have heard how he felt about her.

"How do you feel about me, Bon-Bon?"

"Can we talk about this later? I'm kinda tired. I don't really feel like having the talk right now" Bonnie smiled against his chest when she felt his muscles tense beneath her fingers and she heard him scoff at her.

'I'm Constantly Afraid,

Of Giving More Than I Need To Someone That I Crave.'

Author's Note :

Thank you all so much for your wonderful reviews! I am so sorry that I didn't get this chapter out sooner! I meant to write it yesterday, but my sleeping schedule has been ridiculous and I can't seem to wake up! I'm feeling better today though, so I added it and I hope that y'all like it! This chapter is a big step for Bamon! Did y'all like the Bamon conversation!? Did you like what Damon admitted to!? Did you like the Defan memory and the bonding!? Do you think that Elijah's assumption makes sense? Do y'all wanna see Bonnie show Stefan her power so that he will help them out!?

The next chapter is going to throw a little wrench into Bamon! BUT, within the next three chapters y'all will be getting some heated and passionate Bamon smut because I have it all planned out! :))

P.S. Do you think Elena will rat Bonnie and Damon out next chapter!?

Thank you so much for all of the reviews and suggestions! They really do help! I will be using most of them because they are great!

Thank you for reading! I love you guys!

-Tracy Cook-