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 Thirteen

The Three Of Us

'There We Were, The Three Of Us.

The Thief, The King, And I.'

"So." Damon stretched childishly as they all stood around Bonnie's living room. His eyes landed on hers and his smirk stretched as he asked, "What's the plan, my little witch?" He waggled his brow.

Her heart jumped in her chest and she felt her face heat up at his words. There was something about the way that he called her 'his' little witch that caused her heart to race and her body to react. He had never said that before. He had always stuck to calling her Bon-Bon, witchy, or judgy when she didn't approve of his actions. This was new. It was different. She liked it.

Stefan had a smile playing on his lips as he watched their interactions.

Seeing Damon and Bonnie's playful banter warmed his heart. It was something he rarely saw with Elena and him. The two of them were constantly fighting and they rarely smiled. Toward the end, they never smiled. Damon became so bitter and angry that she was always trying to change him and it only made him rebel and act out more.

The two of them were never good for each other.

"We are going to run." Bonnie stated simply.

"Because that has worked out splendidly so far." He said sarcastically, his eyes widening as he emphasized on the word 'splendidly.'

"It hasn't been working because we are still in New York." She told him, shooting a serious look in his direction. He was definitely back to the same old Damon. Always playing around. Never taking anything seriously. "But, we won't be for long."

"Ooh." Damon grinned. "Are we going on a road trip?"

Bonnie ignored his comment and refocused on explaining the plan. "Before I moved out here for school, I was living in Kansas with my grams." She explained. "After she..." Her voice trailed off and her eyes filled with sorrow. She still wasn't over what happened to her grams. She missed her every day of her life. She knew that if she was still around she would know what to do. She always knew what to do.

Damon watched her closely. He could see the pain and loss written all over her face. He recognized it. It was the same look he got when he thought about his parents on Christmas. He moved a little closer to her and he gently placed a comforting hand on her lower back. She turned to look up at him and she smiled gratefully, knowing why he had done it and loving that he noticed.

She shivered as his fingers danced along her spine through the fabric of her shirt. Every time he touched her he left behind fire.

The connection she had with him was intense. Far more intense than anything else she had ever felt.

Regaining her voice she said, "My grams left me the house." She paused and Damon continued to stroke his fingers soothingly along her back. "It's in the middle of nowhere, and I highly doubt the police would look for us in Kansas, so it would be the perfect place to hide out for a while. At least until we get this all figured out."

"If we are leaving the state then I need to head by the dorm and pick up some things." Stefan said. He could sense the tension between the two of them. He knew that they needed to have a little time to themselves after everything that had happened.

Both of them looked completely baffled when Stefan announced he was going with them and started to head toward the door of the apartment. Neither of them had expected him to put his studies on the back burner in order to help his brother. Damon had never even seen the younger man miss a day of school when he was sick, let alone finals right before he graduated.

"Aren't finals coming up, brother?" He asked.

"I think this is a little more important than finals." He countered.

"Are you feeling okay?" Damon wondered. Taking a few steps toward his brother, he lifted his hand to his forehead to check his temperature.

Stefan rolled his eyes at his brother and pushed his hand away. Bonnie was smiling brightly as she watched their interaction. She was just happy to see them actually getting along for once. She knew how much it meant to both of them. "I feel fine, Damon." He told him. "You spent so many years fighting to keep me in your life, and now it's time I fight to keep you in mine, that's all."

"Don't be reckless." He smirked, staring into his little brother's eyes. "That's my job." He waggled his brow playfully.

"I'm not being reckless. I'm being a good brother."

Damon let out a loud groan of annoyance when he heard this, throwing his head back. "I don't need you to sacrifice everything for me. I'll be fine." He paused and shot a suggestive smirk in Bonnie's direction, "Bon-Bon will take care of me. Won't ya?" She blushed. There was something about the way that he said the words. They sounded so sexual. 'Is he suggesting I take care of him sexually? I wouldn't mind that-Oh god! No, let's not think about this right now! Great! Now you are blushing!'

He returned his gaze to his brother and smiled, "You should hurry back to your frat parties and your sorority girls."

"I'll be back in thirty minutes." Stefan ignored him completely, turning and opening the door and heading out of the apartment.

Damon turned to face Bonnie with a furrowed brow and a confused look on his face. "Stefan skipping his finals for me? Maybe I did die on that bridge after all." He joked.

She didn't find any humor in his joke. In fact, it infuriated her. She didn't want to think about the fact that Damon could have died. It was all that she had thought about on her way to the bridge and all that she had thought about on her way back to her apartment. If she were literally a minute later in getting to the bridge, he would be gone. She would never get to see his smile or beautiful blue eyes again.

He noticed that Bonnie was glaring at him and he cocked his head to the side and his smirk widened, "Too soon?"

"It's always going to be too soon." Bonnie told him. "I had a vision of you falling from the bridge, Damon. Only a few seconds after I got there. You would have died if I hadn't made it on time."

"Then I guess it's a good thing you made it on time." Damon's voice was a little more serious now. He could see how fragile she was. She was like a glass figurine, if he pushed too hard she would shatter into a million pieces. He took a step toward her and now he was staring down into her eyes. She could see the sincerity swimming in blue and she knew he meant it.

'This is probably as sincere as Damon gets.' She thought with a small smile.

"I know I haven't known you very long..." Bonnie whispered, tears shimmering in her eyes. "But, I feel like I have known you forever." She reached out and ran her fingers delicately along his forearm. He was still injured and she didn't want to hurt him. Finally, she reached his hand and she linked their fingers together, giving his hand a small squeeze. It felt like centuries since the last time she held his hand.

He didn't say anything in response. He could tell she had more to say. His heart was pounding loudly in his chest as he got lost in her eyes.

"I don't know what I would have done if you died on that bridge." Her voice quavered as she spoke. "I don't want to have to live without you."

Damon knit his brows together and his heart broke as he watched a tear roll down her beautiful cheek. Bonnie Bennett was a strong woman. She did not cry. He could tell that by the way that she hid her emotions and put up walls constantly. But, right now, her walls were down and she was letting him in. She was trusting him with her emotions and she was breaking down before him.

He owed her the same. No more teasing. Not for the moment. It was time to be honest and real.

Lifting his free hand, he swiped the tear away from her cheek with his thumb before gently cradling her face in the palm of his hand. She felt so small and delicate, but he knew she was strong. She was the strongest woman he had ever met. She was stronger than he was. Gently he teased the skin along her jawline with his fingertips and moved a little closer.

Their lips only inches apart.

He could feel Bonnie's heated breath rushing against his face and he wanted more than anything to lean in and kiss her. Not yet, though. He needed to say something first.

"I'm sorry." Damon said. He felt terrible for scaring Bonnie like that. He knew how she felt. It was the same way he felt when his fears got the best of him and he started to worry about accidentally harming her. He couldn't stand the thought of her dying. "I shouldn't have scared you like that. Sometimes I just do stupid things."

"Sometimes?" She countered playfully. Her tears were now falling harder. She couldn't tell if she was happy or sad at this point. Her emotions were all over the place.

He laughed a little, but he didn't respond. Instead, he lent forward and tentatively brushed his lips against hers in a hesitant kiss. He didn't want to push things. After everything that happened he didn't know where the two of them stood. Before he could pull away from the kiss, Bonnie lifted her hand and placed it on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her and deepening the kiss. She desperately needed to feel his lips against hers. She needed to feel all of him. She needed to know that he was real. She was done holding back.

"Mmm." Damon moaned out into the kiss as he felt Bonnie's lips move against his with need. Her fingers were tangling in his dark hair and her body was pressed flush against his. Their hands no longer interlocked. His hand was on her hip, and her hand was playing with his toned abdomen through the fabric of his shirt.

Bonnie ran her tongue along his bottom lip begging him for entrance, which he granted. He parted his lips and she invaded his mouth with her tongue. Starting an intense dance with his tongue. She wanted to memorize every single inch of his mouth, she wanted to commit his taste to memory, the feel of his body beneath her hands, the scent of his skin. She wanted to remember it all. Bonnie moaned loudly when Damon tugged her full bottom lip between his teeth and bit down on it.

The pain caused her clit to throb and her arousal to intensify.

When he pulled back she was staring up at him, green eyes dark with desire, lips swollen and coated in a mix of their saliva, chest heaving. She looked like she needed him as badly as he needed her. He needed to feel every inch of her body. He needed to kiss her, to taste her, to be inside of her.

Tangling his fingers in her dark curls he pulled her closer to him and crashed their lips together in another heated kiss. His tongue delving into her mouth and starting a fight for dominance with hers. She moaned out loudly into his mouth and he could feel his arousal growing. 'Something else is growing too.' He thought deviously. He could feel his jeans getting tight. His other hand moved down to her ass and he squeezed it, pulling her body closer to his.

"Fuck." Bonnie moaned. It felt so good when he grabbed her ass. Everything he did felt so good. He drove her crazy, in all the best ways.

Damon smirked and continued to kiss her with fever. They were both moaning loudly now and she could feel something hard against her stomach through his jeans. Knowing that he was aroused and it was all because of her caused her to moan again. She was practically dripping down her thighs with arousal at this point.

She slowly moved her hand down, tracing patterns along his abdomen. She suddenly was hit with the memory of her visions of Damon in the shower and just how large he was and her face heated up. Bonnie dipped the tip of her fingers beneath his shirt and she played with the hair she found there. She loved his happy trail. It was so sexy. Then she moved her hand over his jeans. She could feel his substantial length beneath the denim and she smirked into his lips before gripping his hard cock through his jeans.

Damon groaned out as pleasure shot through his body. He hadn't been expecting her to be so straightforward with him. It must have been the realization that she almost lost him that was pushing her to act on her impulses.

He didn't mind at all.

Suddenly, the door opened and Stefan walked back into the apartment. Both of them had lost track of time in the heat of the moment and they didn't realize just how long they had been making out. Bonnie immediately removed her hand and put some distance between the two of them. She had a sheepish look on her face. She felt like her parents had just walked in on her having sex.

"There are police officers just down the street, but I see that the two of you have your priorities straight." Stefan stated sarcastically.

"Jealous, brother?" Damon teased. He had never been ashamed of his sex life.

"You caught me, Damon." Stefan responded with a sigh.

'If I Go Blind, Tell Me, Will You Be My Eyes?

Tell Me, Will You be My Guide?'

The three of them had spent the last twenty minutes or so, rushing around the apartment, packing up anything that they thought they would need for the trip. Once they left New York, they weren't coming back. At least not for a very long time.

Damon couldn't go back to his apartment building. The risk was too high. They probably had police officers outside waiting for him to show up and watching the building constantly.

He had to leave that life behind.

It was strange, but the thought of leaving behind all of his possessions and moving out to Kansas with Bonnie didn't sound so bad. His apartment had been filled with ghosts of his past and constant reminders of a failed relationship and a woman who gave up on him. He could buy new clothes and furniture. He was ready to start fresh.

"Okay. I think that's everything." Bonnie said, crossing her arms over her chest and looking down at the bags they had packed. They had packed food, bottled water, clothes, her laptop, and cellphone chargers.

Her heart jumped into her throat when she heard someone jiggling the doorknob to her front door. Her mind instantly went to it being the police. She shot Damon an urgent look, telling him to hide. He quickly moved into the other room and closed the door behind him, searching for a hiding place. Bonnie took in a calming breath and let it out as she approached the front door. Her heart was racing in her chest and her hands were shaking.

'Please don't be the police. Please don't be the police.'

"Bonnie, if you are in there you better bloody well let me in!"

Bonnie jumped and let out a startled yelp when she heard a familiar voice shout through the door. She instantly felt relief wash over her and she started to calm her breathing as she reached out and opened the door. It was just her best friend. Kol Mikaelson. His sister was in the police force, but they had been friends for years and she knew she could trust him not to rat her out.

Kol's dark eyes were filled with concern as he walked into the apartment. "Where have you been? I've been ringing you for days. I thought you might've croaked off." His British accent was thick. "I nearly sent Bekah over to check on you..." His voice died in his throat as he noticed a young man standing in the living room. He didn't recognize him.

"Hello, mate." He flashed him a confused smile. "Who's this?"

"His name's Stefan." Bonnie told him. "I'm sorry I didn't call you, Kol. I just didn't want to involve you in what's going on."

"What is going on, exactly?" Kol asked with a raise of his brow in her direction. He had a feeling that if his best friend didn't want to involve him, then it must have been something illegal. Because, otherwise she would have told him. He wished she knew by now that he wouldn't tell his sister everything.

It was too late to hide it now. They had to get going and she knew Kol. He would stay there all day until she explained things to him.

"Damon! You can come out!" Bonnie shouted.

A few seconds of silence passed and then the door to the bedroom opened and Damon popped his head out with a playful smile. Kol recognized his smile. He recognized him. His sister had sent him a picture of one of her murder suspects asking if he would ask around the bars if anyone had seen him. The man standing before him was definitely the same man from the picture. 'What is going on here? Why would Bonnie be hiding a murder suspect?'

"You're the lad my sister is searching for." He said. "Why, exactly, are you hiding a murder suspect?"

Kol wasn't above the law. He had gotten into hundreds of bar fights. He had nearly beaten a man to a pulp one night because he said something bad about his mum. He had stolen from people's cars. He had taken a baseball bat to his ex-girlfriend's windshield when he found out she was cheating on him with his mate. But, Bonnie Bennett was above breaking the law. She was always moral and she always did the right thing. It was in her nature to save people and to help make the world a better place.

"Because, he's innocent." Bonnie took a step toward Kol. She was pleading with her eyes for him to believe her and not turn them in. If he did that, she didn't know if she could ever forgive him.

"So, you didn't kill those people?" He asked, looking over at Damon.

"Well, it's a bit more complicated than that." His lips twisted up into a smirk and his eyes widened playfully as he said the word 'complicated.'

"There's nothing complicated about it, mate. Did you kill them, or didn't you?"

Damon clenched his jaw tightly and looked to Bonnie to explain, because he didn't know how to.

"Kol." Bonnie said, staring deep into his eyes. She hoped that he could see the honesty and sincerity swimming in hers. "It doesn't matter what happened. What matters is I think he's innocent. I need more time to find proof, but I know it." Her voice shook and tears started to fill her eyes. She couldn't express how much faith she had in Damon. She knew that none of this was his fault and she just wished her best friend could see that. "We're leaving. You can tell your sister if you want, but I really hope you can believe in me."

Bonnie Bennett was a good person. The best person he had ever met. She had tried to convince him to take the highroad on so many occasions. He knew that she wouldn't have faith in Damon if he was a murderer.

"That's good enough for me, love." Kol said with a smile. "Count me in."

'Love?' Damon thought with a disgusted look on his face. He could feel his stomach twisting with jealousy. He didn't know who this guy was or why he was talking to Bonnie that way, but he really didn't like it.

"What do you mean, count you in?" She asked.

"I mean." He paused. "Count. Me. In. I'm coming with you. I saw the police snooping around the block so we better head out." Kol turned and started back toward the front door. He was going with Bonnie. Partially because he believed her, and partially to keep her safe.

Damon walked up to Bonnie and gave her a look of disgust. "Who is this guy?"

"He's my best friend."

"Best friend's don't usually call each other, love." He said.

"He's British Damon. He calls everyone, love." Realization hit her and her lips twisted up into a wide smile. He was jealous of Kol. "Oh my god, you're totally jealous of him."

Damon scoffed and stared down at her with wide eyes. "You wish."

'This Is The Start, The Beginning,

The Prologue To The Yarn That You Are Spinning.'

Author's Note :

Oh my goodness! Thank you so much for your wonderful reviews everyone! It really means the world to me! I love hearing from y'all! I know that people were disappointed that Bamon didn't have their moment after the bridge, but hopefully this chapter will make up for it! This is definitely the start of an intimate relationship between the two of them and they will be giving into their urges very soon! I promise! I hope this doesn't seem rushed and it is written well! Anyhow, did y'all enjoy the Bamon make out session? Are you shocked to see Stefan sacrificing his studies for his brother? What about Kol!? Excited to see him!? Do you think we can trust him or will he tell his sister? What about Jealous Damon?

The next three chapters will be comic-relief and some happiness for our trio plus one! :)) Also lots of Bamon romance and some smut! So, yay! And then we will get back into the main story-line! :))

Thank you so very much for reading my fic! Y'all keep me updating fast and I love y'all for that! I hope that y'all enjoy this chapter!

I love you guys!

-Tracy Cook-