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 Nineteen

It's Not You, It's Me

'Oh, My Stomach's Tied In Knots,

I'm Afraid Of What I'll Find, If You Want To Talk Tonight.'

His knees were pulled tightly to his chest.

He was trembling.

His body felt like it was on fire, yet his skin was sickly white and cold to the touch.

All that Bonnie could do was watch him fall apart before her very eyes. She didn't know how to treat his illness. It wasn't caused by a common virus, it was caused by the demonic virus inhabiting his body. When Kol broke the connection something broke inside of him. As the hours passed she could see him becoming weaker and weaker. His immune system was shutting down right before her eyes and she couldn't do anything about it.

Part of her still blamed her best friend. Part of her was still angry at him for breaking the connection. She knew that he had only been worried about her well-being, and she loved him for that, but she had been so close to solving all of their problems.

'It was just about to tell me everything...'

Damon had his eyes sealed shut, his nails were digging into the skin of his knees. He wanted to feel the pain. He wanted to know that he was still alive.

The last few hours had been the most miserable hours of his life. He had watched his father kill his mother before killing himself. He had found out that Bonnie hated that he drank alcohol and that alcohol was the source of all her problems. He didn't quite understand what that meant, but he had a feeling it had something to do with her grams. He had found out that his brother wished he had died the night his parents died. Even if it was only a few times that it crossed his mind, it had crossed his mind.

Along with all of these depressing thoughts bouncing around in his skull, his body felt weak. His stomach was lurching back and forth and he was fighting off the urge to vomit. He was burning up. He felt claustrophobic in his own skin. And there were voices in his head telling him to kill people.

He could hear the demon now. Even when he wasn't in a trance.

Whispering in his ear.

'Kill Bonnie. Kill your brother. Kill Kol. Kill yourself.'

"Leave me alone!" Damon groaned out loudly, lifting his hands to his ears and trying to block out the sound of it's voice. The voice only got louder. He started to pull at his hair and dig his fingernails into his scalp as the voice continued to repeat the words over and over again. Tears were rolling down his cheeks. He felt like he was going insane. He felt like he had finally lost himself completely.

"Damon!" Bonnie called out through the darkness. She reached across the bed and placed her hands over his, interlocking their fingers to show that she was there with him. That he wasn't alone. She lent down and gently kissed his forehead. His skin was cold against her lips. She felt him physically relax beneath her lips and she smiled softly.

She was always the one to bring him back to reality.

"You're okay." She breathed out softly against the skin of his face as she moved into a laying position in front of him on the bed. She was now resting her forehead against his and gently removing his hands from his ears, giving them a loving squeeze. "I'm right here with you. I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you."

"I'm not worried about something bad happening to me, Bonnie." Damon teased with a small smile. His eyes were still closed. He was just enjoying the calming sound of her voice and the soft touches of her fingers against his skin.

Bonnie knew what he was worried about.

He had watched the demon corrupt his father and force him to kill the woman he loved. Damon was scared that the demon would make him kill her. He had been scared about that for a while now. That was why he pushed her out before. That was why he was trying to push her out again.

"You aren't him." She whispered, running her thumb delicately along the back of his hand. "You aren't going to hurt me or anyone else. We are going to figure this out."

"What if we don't?" They both feared the answer to the question.

"We will." Bonnie dismissed the thought immediately.

Damon's eyes fluttered open and she smiled as she saw them. They were beautiful. She loved his eyes. "Maybe you should lock me up until then?" His tone was suggestive and he waggled his brow playfully at her. Even when he was sick he was still as immature and childish as ever.

"I'm not locking you up." She laughed and shook her head at him.

He lowered his knees and he pulled his hands away from hers so that he could rest his hands on her hips and pull her body closer to his. He wanted to feel the warmth and safety of her embrace again. He missed it. "Oh, I don't know." His smirk stretched. "Sometimes it's fun to be kinky like that, witchy."

Bonnie couldn't meet his lustful eyes as he said the words. She felt her skin heating up and a blush painting it's way along her face and down over her shoulders. She couldn't deny that under different circumstances the thought of being tied up as he pleasured her, or vice versa, could be a huge turn on for her. But, he was talking about locking him up for her safety and she didn't want him to think she was scared of him. She had faith in him and she knew that he would never hurt her.

"Ooh, you're actually thinking about it." Damon sang.

"Shut up, Damon." She growled out angrily, burying her head in his chest as she attempted to force her blush away.

'Now it's all I can think about... God damn it! How does he manage to turn a serious conversation into a sexual conversation so easily!? I need to stop thinking about him tying me to the bed and moving between my thighs-FUCK! STOP IT BONNIE! Focus!'

"You're still thinking about it." He waggled his brow at her and gently started to move his fingers along her spine through her shirt. She arched her back into his touch and she wanted so badly to give in to him. Even though she knew he was only trying to avoid his problems with sex. She couldn't resist him. She wanted him all the time.

'No. This isn't the time for that... He's sick and he needs to rest...'

"Damon." The tone that Bonnie used snapped him out of his lustful stupor. He could tell that she was being serious with him and that she didn't want to push things sexually tonight. Not when there was so much going on in both of their minds. She wanted to talk about things, which was the last thing he wanted to do. He wanted to have sex and forget all of his troubles. "I know you are trying to avoid it, but I really want you to talk to me about what is on your mind right now."

Damon let out a loud dramatic sigh and threw his head back against the pillow. His lips forming a pout. "You're no fun!"

'See The Problem Isn't You, It's Me, I Know, I Can Tell,

I've Seen It Time After Time.'

'Marcus Tucker.'

As she typed the name into the police database she wondered again what she was doing.

She was going against every rule in the force. She was technically breaking the law. If her partner or any other police officer found out that she was hiding evidence, she would go to prison along with her brother, Bonnie, and Damon. No matter what she found when she searched the name, it wouldn't change anything, Damon Salvatore was a murderer. Whether he believed he was possessed or he was a genius and a skilled manipulator, he had killed two people.

'So, why am I even bothering to look it up?'

Rebekah watched as the case file loaded on the screen. There was a picture of a young man. He had his hair greased back and he was wearing a leather jacket. She couldn't believe that the man in the photograph was a serial killer. He looked like such a nice man. 'Most serial killers do, Rebekah.' She reminded herself as she scrolled down the page.

He was only twenty years old.

He grew up in a broken household. His mother was absent and his father was an alcoholic who had killed himself.

'Marcus Tucker turned himself in, admitting to murdering thirty men and women, including his own girlfriend.' Rebekah read the words with a furrowed brow and sad eyes. She felt terrible for the people who he had killed, especially his girlfriend. It worried her that Bonnie and her brother were spending time with a man who was possibly copying his crimes. 'He claimed insanity. Telling the courts that the demon inside of him made him do it. That he couldn't control himself. That he loved his girlfriend and he would never kill her. He wasn't a killer, he was forced to do it and the guilt had become too much.'

Rebekah could feel her heart racing in her chest as she scanned over the words. She wanted to believe that Damon Salvatore was lying to Kol and Bonnie. That he was a genius and a sociopath and he was manipulating them with the words of Marcus Tucker, but she had her doubts. There was a small part of her that believed in paranormal events. There was a small part of her that wondered if possession was real.

That was where she and Elijah were different.

She was open-minded. She was always trying to understand people and not just looking for answers. Elijah was black and white. Good people were always good, bad people were always bad. In order to be a good person, you obeyed the law and did right by everyone.

'When he lost his plead for insanity he told the police that he couldn't go to prison. That the thing inside of him would make him kill more people. They didn't listen. That night, he committed suicide. The police found strange marks carved into his wrists.'

Rebekah clicked on the images of his dead body and his wrists and she cringed. There was so much blood. She clicked on an image of just the symbols and she printed it out. For future reference.

Her ears perked up as she heard her phone vibrate and she cast her eyes down at it.

She had a new text message.

The blonde Brit picked up her phone and clicked the open button, reading over the text message. It was from Kol. It said, 'Check your E-mail, sister.'

She pursed her full lips and furrowed her brow as she returned her attention to her computer and she started to log in to her E-mail. She could feel her anxiety rising as she clicked on her inbox. She had one new message. Presumably from her brother. When she clicked on it, she noticed that there was a video attached to the e-mail and she double-clicked to open it, waiting impatiently for it to load.

Rebekah squinted her eyes at the screen as she watched the video start.

Kol was setting up the camera. She could hear him rambling on about ghosts and how he had always wanted to be a ghost hunter.

She watched closely as the four of them all sat around the table. She could see Bonnie, Kol, and Damon. Someone else was there that she recognized. 'Stefan Salvatore.' His brother was also helping him escape. That explained why he wasn't very helpful when they questioned him. 'But why? Why would someone who obviously believes his brother is capable of no good be helping him out?'

The next few minutes that passed looked like they were straight out of a horror movie.

Bonnie was cutting open Damon's hand and pouring his blood into a bowl.

Rebekah paused the video as Damon held out his hand to Bonnie. She noticed that his wrist was wrapped up and she wondered for a moment what was beneath the bandages. She wondered if he had cuts that matched the ones she had just printed out. "Okay, this is getting creepy." The British woman muttered to herself as she pressed the play button again.

They all held hands and Bonnie started to recite some sort of incantation in a foreign language.

"Is it working?" Kol asked eagerly.

She couldn't help but laugh a little at how excited her brother was. He loved everything paranormal. He was obsessed with horror movies and haunted houses.

Suddenly, the candles started to flicker and Rebekah's eyes widened as she watched Damon's head snap backward and his eyes roll back into his head. She couldn't remember how to breathe, she was so terrified by what she was seeing. His head was snapping around and it sounded like his bones were cracking as he started to speak in another voice altogether. It was deeper and sent a chill down her spine. She was completely baffled and mesmerized by what she was seeing.

'These things can easily be fabricated.' Rebekah attempted to think logically. People had been fabricating footage of paranormal beings for years. But, she couldn't understand why her brother would lie about something like this. Plus, she could see his face as Damon, or whatever was inside of him, started to spout out information about him. She could see his shock, his fear.

She prided herself on reading people. And Kol was one of the people she could read best after years of living with him. The fear on his face was genuine.

Things only got stranger as she kept watching.

Bonnie stared into Damon's eyes and Rebekah could see dark veins moving beneath the skin of his neck. She noticed that the second Bonnie stared into his eyes, she was lost to them. No matter how loud Kol yelled at her that she was bleeding, she didn't snap out of it. Not until he broke the connection. The creepiest part though, was what was caught on film while she was lost in Damon's eyes.

She rewound the tape and clicked pause when a darkness started to seep out of Damon's eyes and surround him. It was only visible for a frame, but it was definitely there.

"What are you watching so intently?" A familiar voice snapped her out of her thoughts and she quickly shut her laptop. It was Elijah. He was holding out a coffee to her and smiling down at her.

"Nothing important." Rebekah forced a smile onto her lips as she tried to calm her racing heart. She knew that he could tell that she was lying to him. But, he trusted her.

"Well, you will be happy to know that I got a lead on the woman who helped Damon escape." He spoke proudly.

"You did?"

Elijah didn't understand why his partner was so shocked by the news. He was a good police officer and he nearly always solved his cases. "Yes. It seems that the police officer was not the only one who saw them escape. There is a small car dealership across the street from Damon's apartment building, and they caught the entire thing on their security camera."

"That's great news." Rebekah lied. It was terrible news. She needed more time.

"Her name is Bonnie Bennett. I got a search warrant and I was hoping you would accompany me in searching her apartment."

'From The Place I Was, To The Place I Am,

To The Place I Want To Be.'

"What happened to your grams...?" Damon decided to just ask the question that had been haunting his mind for the last few hours. They had managed to talk about all of his problems, all the time, but they seemed to constantly dance around Bonnie's. It made him feel selfish. Which he could admit that often times he was, but he didn't want to be selfish with her. She deserved better than that.

Her body tensed and her fingers dug into his chest as she heard his question. She could feel her heart pounding painfully in her chest and she tugged her full bottom lip between her teeth as she thought about how to answer it.

She wasn't one to talk about her problems.

She didn't like to open up to people. When she opened up, she always felt like a burden.

"Damon, that demon was just trying to hurt us." Bonnie explained, twisting her fingers in his shirt. What the demon had said was true. She didn't care for alcohol after what happened with her grams, but she didn't hate Damon for drinking. She knew how to differentiate between the two. 'It still bothers you though...' Her mind nagged. "It wants to force us apart because it knows we are only powerful working together."

Damon clenched his jaw tightly and stared down at her. He was running his fingers gently through her curls. He could tell that she was avoiding telling him what had happened for a reason. She didn't want him to feel guilty. He already felt guilty. Guilt was all he felt lately. He felt like his drinking hurt Bonnie. He felt guilty for killing those two innocent people. He felt guilty for prying Stefan out of his picture perfect life.

"So, it doesn't bother you when I drink?" He pried.

Bonnie chewed on her cheeks and she didn't say anything.

Her silence was his answer.

"That's what I thought." He said.

"Okay, yes, it bothers me." Bonnie admitted begrudgingly. She had wanted to keep her past buried deep inside, but it seemed that Damon wasn't going to let it go until she told him. "But, it has nothing to do with you. I don't hate you because you drink, I just hate alcohol."

"Bonnie." Damon said her name with such concern and compassion that it caused her heart to leap and a small smile to form on her lips. Tears were threatening to escape her green eyes, but she pushed them back. She didn't want to cry in front of him. He traced his fingers along her jawline and then he lifted her chin so that she was forced to look into his eyes. She could only see love behind them. "What happened to your grams?"

"Can you just pick a station already, child?" Her grams asked as the nineteen year old girl reached over and changed the radio station again. Every time a song came on that she didn't like she had to change it.

"I don't like that song, grams." Bonnie smiled over at her grams as she changed the station again. The older woman was shaking her head at her.

She had been away in New York City for her first year of college and the city had already changed her so much. She liked different music, she talked differently, she dressed differently. She was back on Christmas vacation and they were preparing for the holidays. It wasn't as cold as New York, but there was still snow and ice on the streets.

"You don't like any of the songs." She told her.

"That's so not true. I like this one." Bonnie smiled, satisfied with the song that was playing as she bobbed her head along to the melody.

"Your father promised he would make it for Christmas this year." Her grams said with a sad smile on her lips. He was always making promises he never kept.

"Yeah, I'll believe it when I see it."

"Me too, child. Me too. That boy was never good at keeping his word."

Bonnie rested her head against her arm as she stared out the window. A year away from Kansas had really taught her to appreciate the small things. She loved the fresh air and the scenery. She loved walking outside and knowing people. She loved that people held the door open for her and they always attempted to strike up a conversation with her. She missed it. A few times she had thought about dropping out of college and coming back home to take care of her grams.

She liked to pretend like she wasn't getting older, but she was. She was getting sick too. Bonnie could see it.

"I think you're gonna like what I got you for Christmas." Her grams said with a smile. She was trying to change the topic and her granddaughter was grateful for it.

"What'd you get me?" She turned to stare over at her with wide excited green eyes. Her grams always got her one gift. It was the only gift she ever received, and it usually wasn't very expensive, but it was always precious to her.

"You'll just have to wait and find out."

In that second she turned to look over at her granddaughter and everything happened so fast. Another car swerved into their lane and slammed directly into the driver side of the car. Demolishing her grams' side of the car. Bonnie was thrown around in her seat and she was knocked out as her head hit the window.

She woke up to the blurry vision of paramedics dragging her grams out of the car.

She was bleeding. Her skull was crushed. There was no way she would survive.'

"They said they found alcohol in the system of the man who crashed into us." Bonnie explained sadly. Tears were now falling from her eyes. Damon couldn't see them, because she had her face buried in his chest and she was hiding her pain from him, but he could feel them soaking through his shirt. Seeing Bonnie so broken destroyed him. He just wanted to wrap her up and keep her safe from the darkness and horrors of the world around them. "He died too, so they just wrote it off as an icy road and a sharp turn."

"I'm so sorry." Damon breathed out sadly. He knew what it felt like to lose someone. He knew that nothing he said could mend the hole in her heart where her grams used to live. He ran his fingers soothingly along her neck.

She shrugged her shoulders. "It isn't your fault, Damon."

"I know." He smiled. "I'm still sorry."

Bonnie nuzzled into the crook of his neck and she curled her fingers tightly in his shirt, holding onto him desperately. "Thanks. But, I want you to know that despite what that demon said, I really don't hate you for drinking and I don't want you to feel like you have to change."

"I've been meaning to change anyway." Damon said, his smile stretching as he placed his hands on her back and pulled her body protectively against his.

"No you haven't."

"Okay, maybe not." He admitted. "But, I think it might be time I start finding healthier outlets." He paused, and just like that he was back to being himself. "Like sex." His eyes widened playfully and she slapped him across the chest and laughed. She was thankful for his playfulness in that moment. It helped bring her back from the darkness of her past.

"Shut up, Damon."

'Sometimes You've Got To Fall Before You Fly.'

Author's Note :

Oh my gosh! Thank you so much for all of your wonderful reviews! I got so many that I decided to add another chapter really fast for y'all! I hope that y'all like it! There is a lot going on in this chapter! How do y'all feel about the thought of Rebekah helping them out? What about Elijah knowing it's Bonnie who was the one that helped Damon? Is that going to cause problems? What do y'all think Rebekah will do? Did y'all like the Bamon scenes!? Do you like that Bonnie is opening up and how do you feel about what happened to grams? :( Poor grams.

Thank you so much for reading and supporting my fic! I really do hope y'all like this chapter! Please tell me anything y'all want to see more of and I will add it!

I love you guys!

-Tracy Cook-