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!

Chapter Seventeen

Opening Your Wounds

'Our Open Wounds Will Bleed, Until Our Veins Run Dry,

Now We Have To Take This Thorn, And Tear It From Our Side.'

Damon couldn't recall the last time he slept so peacefully.

His dreams were not corrupted by the darkness and evilness inside of him. They were filled with images of Bonnie and the warmth of her embrace as she held him protectively in her arms. He had been scared to fall asleep with her. He had been scared that he would wake up to her blood on his hands. But, as his blue eyes fluttered open, he was met with her sleeping form snuggled up tightly against his body.

The sun was pouring through the blinds and dancing along her beautiful skin. She looked like an angel sent to him from God himself. Her full lips were twisted up into a content smile as she curled her fingers against his chest and nuzzled her nose against his shoulder. Her body fit perfectly with his. They were like two puzzle pieces, molded for each other.

Slowly, Damon lifted his hand and ran his index finger along her nose, watching as she scrunched it up.

'How the hell is she so cute!? I could just lay here and watch her all day.' And that was what he wanted to do. He didn't want to get up. He didn't want to face reality and the darkness residing deep within him. He wanted to avoid his problems for one more day and indulge in the bliss that was Bonnie Bennett. She wouldn't go for it though. She had her mind set on figuring things out as quickly as possible.

Damon ghosted his fingers delicately along her jawline. His smile stretched and he laughed softly under his breath when she lifted her neck for more contact and let out a soft hum of approval.

'I could get used to this. Bon-Bon, Stefan, and the kiddos. Hell, Kol can stick around too.' The thought was unrealistic. Kol and Stefan would return to New York eventually. And even if Bonnie and him stayed in Kansas, he wasn't ready to have kids. He wasn't ready to settle down. Still, in that particular moment, holding Bonnie's body close to his, he could see the appeal.

He could see himself spending the rest of his life with her.

He had never felt that way with Elena. It was a toxic relationship and he knew that. They broke up at least once a week and they fought every day. Damon had never contemplated having kids with Elena or settling down. He didn't think he was capable of having a healthy relationship. She had convinced him that he wasn't. He was mentally unstable and too angry to ever raise kids, she had told him.

It was funny.

The healthiest relationship he had ever been in, had been when he was at his least healthiest.

Bonnie brought out a side of him that he had long forgotten existed.

Damon twisted his finger in one of her dark curls and watched with amused eyes as it popped back into place. He loved her curls. He repeated the action with another curl and watched as it popped back into place and hit her in the eye. She was shocked out of her sleep and her eyes fluttered open. She looked like she was panicked for a split second as she looked around the room and realized where she was. Once she noticed that Damon was still safe and sound, she relaxed into the warmth of his chest and delivered a gentle kiss to his shoulder.

"Morning." He said with a playful twist of his lips.

"Morning." Bonnie smiled and kissed his shoulder again. She didn't want to ever stop kissing him. Her mind filled with images of the night before and a blush painted her skin as she realized that they were both still naked. 'I could get so used to waking up like this... His body fits perfectly with mine... God I love him so much-wait! I mean I love this so much! I don't love him... I can't yet... can I?'

"How'd you sleep?" She wondered, running her fingers delicately along the skin of his toned abdomen.

"Surprisingly well." Damon's eyes widened as he said the words. "No nightmares."

"That's great news." Bonnie smiled widely and stared up at him with a glimmer of happiness in her green eyes. She was happy that he finally got a decent night's sleep. Still, she wasn't naive enough to think that the darkness was gone forever, it would return eventually. "Now we just need to figure out a way to get rid of it before it comes back." She started to move into a seated position, but he pulled her back down on top of him and held her body close. He wasn't ready to get up.

"Oh Bonnie." He stretched. "Always so serious. Can't we just stay in bed for a little while longer?"

She glared lovingly up at him and shook her head. He was never serious about anything. There was a demon inside of him, and he wanted to just lay in bed all day. "The sooner we get that thing out of you, the sooner we can enjoy our life together." She realized what she had implied and her blush intensified. She hadn't meant to imply that they would be starting a life together. They hadn't talked about anything yet.

He was wearing a devious, knowing smirk. She ignored it and pushed herself into a seated position on top of him. Bonnie wasn't going to give him the chance to tease her about what she had said. "I had a dream about what we should do... Or maybe it was a vision. I don't know." Lately she had been getting visions in her sleep. Her powers were intensifying and she had no idea how strong they were going to get.

"Either way, we need to get things set up." Bonnie threw her legs over him and started to climb out of the bed.

Damon wasn't ready to get to work. He wanted to play some more. Reaching out, he grabbed a hold of her wrist and he twisted her back toward him, pulling her down into the bed.

Before she could protest, he crashed their lips together in a heated and passionate kiss. Against her better judgement, Bonnie moaned out into his lips and tangled her free hand in his hair, pulling his body closer to hers. Every kiss sent pleasurable sensations throughout her entire body. She never wanted to stop kissing him. Damon ran his tongue along her full bottom lip and she moaned out, parting her lips and allowing his tongue to invade her mouth. 'God, I could kiss him all day every day!'

She knew she had to have a level head.

If she kept giving into him then they would never deal with their problems.

Bonnie pulled out of the kiss. Her breathing was heavy and her arousal was building between her thighs. She wanted him again. This was new for her, she had never felt such a sexual desire toward any man before. She was pretty sure that she was sore from the prior night, but she would gladly have sex again.

"Damon." She breathed out shakily. Her voice was lower than usual and saturated in lust. Her green eyes dark with desire. "We have to get rid of this thing inside of you."

"How about instead of worrying about what's inside of me, I show you the part of me I want inside of you again." Damon teased suggestively with a waggle of his brow.

"You're horrible." Bonnie scolded.

"You love it."

'You're Connected To The Heart,

But, Tonight We'll Set You Free.'

She struck the match and it ignited in a flame. It was the only light source in the entire living room.

The sun was long gone. They had spent the entire day searching through books and looking up methods for having a seance. Her grams actually had many different techniques. Some for contacting the spirits that had already passed on to the other side, some for contacting spirits that were stuck wandering around on this side. And one that matched what they needed perfectly. A seance to contact a spirit that was possessing someone.

Bonnie started to light the candles that were set around the table in the same geometric pattern that the book had described. Everything was very specific. The color of the candles, the direction of the flame, the position. If they made one simple mistake then the spell wouldn't work.

Kol was setting up a camcorder that they had found in the attic. When Bonnie was younger, her grams used to record everything that she did. They had her first step, her first birthday, her first Christmas, and every other profound moment of her life on film. It was ancient, from the 90's, but it surprisingly still worked perfectly. Her grams had insisted that she didn't want a new one. That just because something was old didn't mean it couldn't work as well as something new.

The British man had a wide grin on his lips and a mischievous glint in his brown eyes as he positioned the camera at the table. They wanted to have visual evidence to back their case. The police would find them eventually, after all.

"This is so bloody exciting!" Kol exclaimed. "I never told anyone this, but I always wanted to be a professional ghost hunter!"

"Excuse me if I don't share in your excitement." Damon drawled sarcastically. He was sitting at the head of the table. The camcorder was aimed directly at him and the green light was flashing, showing that it was already recording. He smiled and waggled his fingers at it.

"Sorry, Mate." He said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Probably not as exciting for the man with the demon inside of him."

"Nope." He popped the p and shook his head.

Damon wasn't excited in the slightest. If he could have his way, he would have spent the entire day snuggling up with Bonnie and avoiding whatever was imprisoned inside of him. He didn't want to confront it. He didn't want to understand it, or let it get the best of him. Plus, seances had always seemed really creepy in movies.

Stefan was sitting beside his older brother with a healthy amount of skepticism in his eyes. It was one thing to believe that someone could see into the future, it was another to believe that they could contact some demonic spirit hiding inside of his brother's body. The truth was, he was terrified. He didn't want to see the darkness that Damon saw on a regular basis. He missed living in ignorant bliss. But, now that he knew the truth, he was going to stand by his side through it all.

"Hold out your hand, Damon." Bonnie said.

He did as he was told and held out his hand to her. Kol was now setting up the tape recorder and setting it down on the table. He was rambling on about EVP and how he hoped that the ancient devise would record it.

Damon furrowed his brow in confusion and terror filled his blue eyes as the young woman held up a knife. "This is probably gonna sting a little. But, we need your blood to perform the spell." He clenched his jaw tightly and nodded his head as she lowered his hand over a bowl. He looked away as she dug the tip of the knife into the palm of his hand. The blood spilled from his hand and landed in the bowl with the mix of other ingredients.

"This will direct the spell at you and not just any other spirit." Bonnie explained with an apologetic smile as she let go of his hand.

"What are you smiling at?" Damon asked, glaring across the table at Kol who was practically bouncing in his seat. He had a wide toothy grin on his face and he looked beyond ecstatic. He looked like a kid who was going to Disneyland for the first time. It was insane. What sane man would be excited about contacting a demonic presence that could possibly kill them all?

"I'm sorry, I simply cannot hide my excitement!" His accent was thick and his voice cracked as it heightened. "I always tried to get Bonnie to go ghost hunting with me, but she never would."

"Because, the last thing you want to do is welcome these things into your life if you don't have to." Bonnie reminded. She wouldn't be doing this if she didn't have to. This was dangerous. They were putting their lives at risk by performing the seance, and she was worried about how it would effect Damon. If he started to understand the darkness inside of him it could give him strength, or it could break him.

"I knew I shouldn't have played that drunken game of strip Ouija." Damon teased. "That must have been when all of this started."

Stefan and Bonnie both glared at him and Kol burst out into laughter.

"Strip Ouija?" The British man laughed. "This man is bloody brilliant, Bonnie. Never let him go."

"Brilliant isn't exactly the word I would have picked." Stefan countered with a smile over at his brother. The older man rolled his eyes at him.

"Okay." Bonnie interrupted the conversation and took a seat at the table with the boys. Her heart was racing in her chest. She had never actually performed a spell before and she was praying that she wouldn't screw it up. She was also terrified about the consequences of contacting the demon inside of Damon. "Is the camcorder recording?"

"Yes, ma'am." Kol grinned. He was practically beaming.

"Alright. To start the seance everyone needs to hold hands." She instructed, holding her hands out to Kol and Damon who both took her hands. Damon, Stefan, and Kol also interlocked hands. "Are you guys ready?"

They all nodded their heads.

Bonnie had already memorized the spell that she had to recite to call out the demon. Her heart was hammering loudly in her ears as she stared up at the ceiling and she started to recite it word for word. It was in a foreign language. None of them knew what she was saying. Damon had his brow furrowed as he watched her closely. He could feel his stomach tangling in knots and the urge to vomit rising. He felt sick to his stomach. He didn't want to face his demons, he wanted to run away from them.

That was what he was good at. Running away.

"Is it working?" Kol wondered curiously.

Damon gave him a look that said, 'How the fuck am I supposed to know?'

The candles started to flicker and there was a sudden rush of wind spiraling through the room, tossing their hair around. The air was cold against their skin and it caused the hair on their arms to rise. The seance was definitely working. They could feel a presence in the room with them. Damon could feel it within his bones.

Stefan, Kol, and Bonnie were all watching him closely. Like they saw something he didn't.

Suddenly, Damon's head snapped back and his neck popped loudly a few times as his eyes rolled back in his head. It sounded like he was breaking his own bones. His body was convulsing violently and foam was forming on his lips.

"Don't let go of his hands." She stated sternly, shooting a glare over at Stefan who looked like he was about to break the connection. "If you break the connection before we complete it, there could be terrible consequences." As she made this announcement, they all tightened their grips so that Damon couldn't break free.

His head snapped back down and now he was staring across the table at Kol.

He wasn't Damon any longer.

"You always wanted to see a ghost, huh kid?" He growled out. His voice was deeper than usual and his veins were dark and rising along his throat. "Now you're looking into the eyes of a demon. What do you want to know?"

The British man was at a loss for words. His heart was hammering painfully in his chest and he felt like he was going to pass out. He had watched hundreds of shows about ghost hunting and it had never been like this.

"What? Too scared?" He teased. "We all have demons Kol. You have demons too. Damon's demon is just a bit more vocal. Though I'm sure your girlfriend heard you loud and clear when you smashed the windshield of her car with that baseball bat." Kol didn't know how Damon knew about that. He hadn't even told Bonnie about it. He wasn't proud of that night. "And that man you beat the shit outta. I bet you didn't know that you put him into a coma." Damon laughed.

Sorrow and regret filled his brown eyes and he looked away ashamed. He could feel Bonnie give his hand a gentle squeeze, telling him it was okay, but he didn't feel okay.

"And you." Damon's head snapped in Stefan's direction, his bones cracking loudly and his smile stretching from one ear to the other. His eyes were still rolled back in his head and Stefan was horrified. He wanted so desperately to pull his hand away from his and to run away, but he couldn't. He didn't know what damage it would cause his brother if he did. "Sweet, innocent, perfect, Stefan."

He clenched his jaw and stared over at Bonnie. He couldn't look the demon in the face. He didn't want to face his demons.

"You have everyone fooled don't you?" He laughed.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Stefan denied.

"Oh, don't do that to me, Steffy. I can see deep into the darkness of your soul. You can't lie to me."

"I'm not lying."

"You hate your brother." He said. "You hate him so much that occasionally you fantasized about being born into a different family. It unintentionally crossed your mind a few times how different your life would be if he died with your parents."

"I would never want that." Stefan dismissed. Sickened by the words. He hated his brother for numerous reasons but he didn't want him to die. He loved him no matter what happened between the two of them.

"That's not what I'm seeing."

Damon's neck cracked as he stared over at Bonnie. "Then there is you, Bon-Bon." The demon using the same nickname that Damon had for her caused her stomach to twist in sickening knots. She hated the way it sounded on the forked-tongue of the serpent. "Sweet, selfless, Bonnie Bennett. Always sacrificing your own happiness for other people. So much so, that you haven't even told him."

Bonnie clenched her jaw and lifted her chin confidently. She knew what the demon was talking about. He was talking about her grams.

"Don't you think he deserves to know that you hate it when he drinks?" He smirked and cocked his head to the side, his white eyes wide. "You should tell him, Bonnie! Tell him that the solution for all of his problems is the cause of all of yours!" She could feel tears rolling down her cheeks. She tried to force them back as she recalled what happened the night her grams died. "You can blame it on the ice. That's what the cops did. But, we both know it was the alcohol in the driver's system."

Damon was still lost inside of his body. He could see the pain on the beautiful woman's face as the demon said the words, but he had no control to stop it. He had lost control over his body.

He wanted so badly to comfort her and apologize in that moment, but all he could do was sit idly by while the demon used his body like a puppet.

He lent forward so that his face was only inches away from Bonnie's. Kol was prepared to stand up and defend his best friend if he had to. He liked Damon and he wanted to help him, but nothing was more important to him then Bonnie and his sister. He would protect both of them at any cost.

Bonnie was looking away from his eyes. She could feel his breath rushing against her face. She could only smell decay.

"If you want the answers you search for. Look into the eyes of the serpent."

'And You Know, The Hardest Truth Can Flow Like Water Now,

Break Down, The Moment That It Touches Your Mouth.'

'Knock. Knock. Knock.'

"Open up, it's the police!" Rebekah called through the door to Bonnie's apartment. She had decided to pursue her lead without telling Elijah about it. She knew that it was against protocol and she could get in a lot of trouble if he found out, but she had never been the most moral police officer. That was Elijah's role. She was about doing whatever she needed in order to find out the truth. Right now, she needed answers, and she wasn't ready to throw Bonnie and her brother under the bus to get them.

Once she understood what was going on, she would inform her partner.

When no one answered the door, she took the liberty of opening it on her own. She glanced around the apartment complex to see if anyone was watching her, then she knelt down on the ground and pulled a bobby-pin from her blonde hair. Rebekah skilfully slipped the bobby-pin into the lock and she started to jiggle it around.

What she was doing was highly illegal.

She could go to prison for doing it. She didn't care. She had done this on many cases behind Elijah's back.

After the lock clicked she stood up and returned the bobby-pin to her hair, brushing off her uniform, she pushed the door open to the apartment and walked inside. Her heels clacking against the wooden floor. "Bonnie!" She called out.

Silence filled the air.

Rebekah closed the door behind herself and then she started to make her way through the living room, looking for any sign of where the young woman was. She knew that Damon was with her, and she had a feeling that Kol was as well. There was something in his tone of voice. He had been lying to her. 'My brother better have a damn good reason for helping a bleeding psychopath...'

Kol wasn't exactly what she would call a perfect citizen, but he didn't condone murder the last time she checked. Neither did Bonnie. They had to have a reason to be helping Damon.

She cast her blue eyes around the apartment. She noticed that there were a few suitcases that were thrown around, some of the dresser drawers were open, and the lights had been left on. Wherever they had fled to, had been far enough away that they needed to pack clothes. Also, they had left in quite a hurry. They hadn't even turned the coffeepot off.

"I have a feeling they aren't in Kansas anymore." Rebekah muttered to herself as she stepped over a few of the suitcases and looked through the drawers in the bedroom. One drawer in particular stood out to her.

It was the bottom drawer.

Inside was a collection of important childhood memories of Bonnie's. She had a little case with all of her lost teeth, a birth certificate, a baby book, numerous VHS tapes with recordings of special events, and photo albums. The British woman reached out and picked up one of the photo albums. It was labeled, years 3-5. Inside were pictures of Bonnie Bennett when she was three years old, sitting on the deck with her grandmother. It didn't look like the picture was taken in New York.

There was another photo of Bonnie holding a rake. She had on a giant floppy hat and a wide smile. Her grandmother was standing next to her in the picture. 'These were definitely not taken in New York. Where the bloody hell is Bonnie from?' She pulled the picture out of the album and flipped it over.

'Bonnie Bennett - 3 years old - Our new house in Kansas.'

"I guess they are in Kansas after all." Rebekah couldn't help but laugh at the irony.

'Take Me Back, Back To Better Days.

This Time Between Is Wasting Me Away.'

Author's Note :

Alright! As promised, this chapter got back to the main story line! I really hope that y'all are still enjoying this fic! How did y'all feel about the morning after Bamon scene!? What about what we found out about all of them? Are y'all worried about Damon and the demon inside of him? What do y'all think will happen if Bonnie looks into the Demon's eyes?! Also, what is Rebekah doing? She is lying to Elijah and breaking and entering... She's up to something! Haha what are your thoughts you guys!? I love hearing from y'all!

Thank you so much for reading my story! It means the world to me!

I love you all so much!

-Tracy Cook-