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 Twenty-Two

Where Is The Sun?

'Where Is The Sun? Where Is The Sun?

Where Has It Gone?'

Thirty-seven hours had passed.

The demon was still in control. It was still desperately screaming at Damon to kill again. Trying to convince him that if he killed the police officers watching over him, he could escape. But, the truth was, there was no escape.

If he killed one of the police officers the other would kill him before he had the chance to run. The demon didn't care about his safety or his well-being. Once it killed one more person, once it delivered one more soul, it would inhabit a new body and would be granted it's human life, leaving Damon behind to deal with the consequences of it's actions.

Even though everything at that moment felt hopeless. Even though he felt like he had lost the chance to ever live a normal life with the woman he loved. He knew that he had to keep fighting the darkness inside of him. He had to survive.

Every time the demon would whisper something hateful in his ear he would counter it with something Bonnie had said to him.

She was his light at the end of the tunnel.

She was his hope.

She was his everything.

"I dunno, Joe." One of the police officers sitting across from Damon said. "This guy is really startin' to freak me out. Look at his eyes. I think he might be havin' a seizure or somethin'. He might need some medical help."

"This sick bastard offed his own parents at the age of nine, if he's having a seizure he fuckin' deserves it." The other officer countered, laughing and waving his hand in front of Damon's eyes.

Damon could see everything. He could feel the anger coursing through his veins and he knew that the demon inside was going to attempt to use that against him. He had been doing it the entire drive. Every time that the police officers poked and prodded him like a caged animal at the zoo, the demon would tell him to kill them.

'No one is ever going to believe you. You will always be remembered as the man that killed his parents. The man who killed all of those innocent people.' The dark demented voice sang loudly in his head.

'I need you, Damon.' Bonnie's voice filled his mind. Reminding him what he was fighting for. Reminding him why he had to stop killing people. He knew it was a long shot, but they had video footage of the demon inside of him. There was still a chance that they could convince the police.

'There's a better chance that they'll strap you to a chair and kill your ass.'

Damon's muscles tensed and he felt the metal of the handcuffs digging into his fresh wounds. The contact shot an intense pain through his body, but he couldn't do anything about it. He was starting to lose control. He believed what the demon was telling him. He believed that the police wouldn't listen. That at the very most they would label him crazy and throw him in an asylum.

But, he held onto the small ounce of hope. He held onto her.

'God, I love you so much, Damon!' Her voice brought him back from the darkness threatening to consume him.

"What happened to you kid?" The police officer asked. "Daddy sneak you into his room one too many times?" He laughed. "Mommy just let it happen? Is that why you are such a sick little bastard?"

'Kill him. Kill him. Kill him.'

His muscles tensed and his jaw tightened as his neck abruptly snapped to the side, cracking loudly. This caused the police officer to jump back and fear to fill his eyes for a second. He looked genuinely terrified, but he quickly covered it up with laughter. The truth was, Damon wanted to give into the voices. He wanted to kill the police officer who was taunting him. He wanted to force him to shut the hell up.

The only thing holding him back was knowing that once he killed the police officer there would be no way to escape. He would be condemning himself to a life in prison waiting for a lethal injection. He would be choosing his anger over the love he had for Bonnie.

Damon took in a breath and he somehow regained enough control over his body to close his eyes. He drowned out the police officers' negative words and he started to tread through the darkness of his mind in search of the light. He could hear the demon's twisted words tempting him to become angry, he could hear the police officers laughing and he could feel them pushing at his shoulders, but he ignored it all and focused on finding the light.

'Damon!' She called out to him.

He followed her voice through the darkness. He needed to see her face again. He needed to hold her in his arms.

'Damon! I'm over here!' Damon couldn't see his own hands in front of his face. He couldn't see anything. He could only hear her calling out to him. He stumbled through the darkness in the direction of her voice and that was when he saw her. Just like in all of his dreams. She was sitting in a clearing with the sunlight basking down on her beautiful caramel skin. Her full lips were twisted up into a smile and wings sprouted from her back as she held her arms open to him.

This time was different.

As he approached the woman he loved, he noticed that there was a dark shadow behind her. It was hovering over her. It's long claws digging into the skin of her shoulders as it wrapped it's arms around her body and pulled her close.

It dragged her away into the darkness.

'Bonnie!' He screamed out to her, running in the direction that the demon had dragged her. He couldn't see her anywhere. She was gone. His light was gone and he was lost in the darkness.

"Hey kid, snap outta it!" One of the police officers said, shaking him by the shoulder.

Damon's eyes snapped open. Only they were not his eyes. They were still white and the veins were still dancing in them. He hadn't found his light. He hadn't found the way back. The demon was still in control of his body and what was worse was he watched it take Bonnie away with it. Damon didn't understand what it wanted with Bonnie, but it wanted her. It wanted to take her away from him.

"Come on!" The police officer tugged violently on his arm, pulling him into a standing position. He could not move on his own. "We're here!"

The police officers each grabbed one of his arms and led the way out of the van. His feet were dragging along the cement, the skin tearing from his toes. He hadn't had the chance to put on his shoes before they took him. He hadn't had the chance to do anything.

"Walk kid." The officer scolded.

Damon couldn't walk.

"I said walk!" He yanked on his arm and it caused an intense pain to shoot through his foot as the skin was scraped off the top of it. Suddenly, he was blinded by flashing white lights in his eyes. That was when he noticed the reporters. They were all over the place, taking pictures of him, shouting out questions about the murders, trying to dissect him.

"No comment!" The police officer shouted at the reporters as they pushed through the crowd of vultures. "No comment!"

"Is it true that you killed both of your parents?" One of the reporters asked, shoving the microphone into his face. Damon couldn't answer her, but hearing that the general public believed he was the one that killed his parents destroyed him. He didn't want to be remembered for that. He didn't want people to think he was capable of something so evil. He loved his parents and he missed them every single day.

"Hey lady, I said no comment!"

'A Vision Saw What Was To Come,

Time Is Now Under Destruction's Thumb.'

"The last time we spoke with you, you informed us that you had no way to contact your brother." Elijah stated in a matter-of-fact tone as he stared across the interrogation table at Stefan Salvatore. He had been the first to arrive at the station. "Correct?"

The psych major nodded his head.

"That seems to have changed."

Stefan felt nervous. He didn't know what the plan was. They hadn't had the chance to discuss what they would tell the police if they caught them. They hadn't expected to get caught. 'We were so close... If we just had an extra day we would have made it.' He decided to go with the truth. It was better if his brother sounded like he was insane than a manipulative psychopath.

"Yeah, it has." He admitted with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Did you get into contact with your brother, or did he seek you out?" Elijah asked. He was starting to realize that his partner wasn't chiming in with questions like she usually did. She was just sitting and watching the young man. It almost looked like she felt sorry for him. 'What is up with Rebekah lately? Is she involved with this case? One of the suspects is her brother... Did she know about this all along?'

"Bonnie was actually the one that sought me out." He told the truth.

"Interesting." The British man started to jot down a few notes. He would compare them to the other stories later to see if there was truth to them. "Why would she seek you out?" He cast his brown eyes up to him.

Stefan's jaw tightened and he glanced away from prying eyes. What he was about to say was going to make him sound crazy, he knew it. When Bonnie had showed up at his dorm room claiming she was a witch he had thought she was insane. "She showed up at my dorm room claiming that my brother wasn't a murderer. She brought all of these documents showing that other people had claimed to be possessed in the past and they had killed people in the exact same way as Damon did."

Blue eyes filled with understanding and Rebekah quickly hid that from Elijah. She didn't want him to know that she already looked up the other cases. She didn't want him to know that she went behind his back.

"What cases?" She asked.

"There were a lot of them. But, one of them was a guy by the name of Marcus Tucker. He was a serial killer in the 1950's that killed thirty people before killing himself. He had carved the same symbols in his arms as my brother did and he claimed that he was possessed by a demon."

"All that proves is that your brother did his research." Elijah quickly dismissed the idea of demonic possession. He was too logical to believe in something like that. People often times claimed that they were only killing people because a demon or God told them to. There was never any solid evidence to back it up. He believed that this was a copycat murder. His brother was a psychopath from a very young age.

"That's what I thought too!" Stefan's eyes held honesty behind them. He was telling the truth. Rebekah could tell that he hadn't believed it when he heard it, that something had changed his mind.

'Probably what happened in that bloody video! That would scare anyone into being a believer!'

"Bonnie told me that she was a witch and that she had visions of my brother and that was how she knew he was possessed. She said that she could see through it's eyes." He explained. "I am a psych major and I had a very difficult time believing in witches and possession. I was convinced my brother was just crazy. But, then she lifted all the pens and pencils off my desk with her mind."

Elijah looked at him like he was crazy.

"You don't believe me." He sighed.

"I am having a difficult time believing it was more than a mere parlor trick."

"I didn't believe it either to be honest." Stefan said with a sad smile. He knew that if he had believed Damon earlier there was a chance that they wouldn't have been in the mess they were. Maybe they could have saved him before everything got out of hand. Maybe they could have saved him before he killed again. "But, then she told me Damon was about to fall from the George Washington Bridge. I followed just in case. I still didn't really believe her, but when we got there he was standing on the edge just as she had predicted."

Elijah turned to look at his partner and he could see it written all over her face. She believed him. She was actually falling for his tricks.

"Tell me you don't believe this."

"I don't honestly know what to believe anymore." Rebekah said.

'Look Now Who Is Crying.'

There was something wrong with him.

He didn't look right.

Elijah cocked his head to the side and squinted his eyes at the young man sitting before them with his hands cuffed to the table. His eyes were rolled back into his head and there were small dark veins twisting in the white of them. Something was moving beneath the skin of his neck that looked like living veins. They were dark and traveling up along his jaw.

He turned to look at his partner.

Rebekah looked terrified. Her blue eyes were wide and she was shaking as she stared at Damon. She looked like she had seen this before.

"Elijah, I don't like this one bit." She told him, backing away a little from the young man. She didn't want to interrogate him. She didn't want to face the demon she had seen in the video her brother showed her. She was a believer now. She knew that Damon didn't have control over his body and that he was possessed, she just didn't know how to prove it. A video could easily be fabricated.

'This isn't fabricated. This is very real.'

"Don't show him that it's working." Elijah reprimanded.

"Don't show him that what is working?" She asked with a furrowed brow, her full lips pursed. She didn't understand what he was implying. Did he truly believe that this was some sort of trick?

"He is attempting to make it seem like he is possessed by the devil."

"He sure looks like he's bloody well possessed."

"He isn't. I don't know how he is doing it, but this is all a trick." Elijah had no doubts. He didn't understand how he was causing the veins to move beneath his skin, but he knew that it was all part of an act. He was trying to sell the possession story to them. He was trying to get out of a prison sentence.

'I told you they wouldn't believe you.' The demon hissed in his ear. 'I told you they'd think you were crazy.'

"Damon Salvatore, it is pointless to deny that you are the one responsible for the murders." He told him. "You do not have to say anything without a lawyer present, but you will be detained in a cell until we can contact one. Understood?"

He didn't say anything.

He couldn't say anything.

Damon's head snapped to the side and his spine cracked loudly as his white eyes landed on Rebekah. He was staring deep into her soul. Rebekah backed away even further, her heart was pounding loudly in her chest and she was starting to have a panic attack. She was scared to death. "Elijah, I really don't like the way that he is looking at me."

"He's playing off of your fears." He told her. "Don't let him win."

"We found your blood in the bathroom stall of the diner the evening of the murder." Elijah said. "We found your fingerprints on the victim. This is enough evidence to hold up in court, Damon, so you may as well admit to it now."

Damon didn't say anything. He was fighting the voices in his head and trying to find the light.

"If you admit to being guilty it may help you get a less severe sentence."

Rebekah knew that wasn't true. If he admitted to being guilty and killing all of those people, he would be condemned for life. He would have his life taken away from him. She felt guilty because she didn't feel like he deserved to go to prison or be killed for his crimes. He didn't mean to commit them. She believed he had no control over himself. She believed he was possessed, and she believed that the demon was inside of him staring at her right this minute.

"I don't think he is going to admit to anything without a lawyer present." The blonde said.

"Perhaps we should let him sit in here while we investigate his girlfriend." Elijah suggested.

Mention of his girlfriend caused Damon to snap his head in Elijah's direction. His neck snapped and caused Rebekah to jump. It was such a disgusting and terrifying sound. It sounded like he was breaking all the bones in his spine at once.

'He needs Bonnie.' She realized. 'She is the only one who can snap him out of this. She is the only one who can save him.'

'Look Now Who Is Lying.'

"You are romantically involved with the suspect, correct?" Elijah asked, holding his pen to the paper. If Damon wasn't going to talk, Bonnie was the next best source they had. She had been with him since the day she helped him escape and she knew the most about the crimes he had committed.

"Yes, I am." She liked the way that the words sounded as they rolled off of her tongue. She liked being his girlfriend. She just hoped that they would have a chance to actually enjoy being romantically involved. So far their relationship had been a roller coaster filled with twists and turns and suffocating darkness. She wanted the chance to settle down with him. She had to have hope for that.

"And this romance started prior to the first murder I assume?"

"No." Bonnie shook her head. "No, Damon and I didn't start dating until after that."

"What was your connection to Damon prior to the murder?" Elijah asked. He didn't feel like a stranger would just choose to help someone that she knew was a murderer. She had to have known him before the murder. They had to have been friends that held romantic feelings toward each other. That was the only logical explanation.

"I didn't actually know Damon before the murder happened." She said. "I mean, not really."

"What do you mean, not really? Did you see him around town? Did you have a crush on him?" He pried.

"I saw him." Bonnie pressed her lips tightly together. She knew that what she was about to say was going to make her sound crazy. She knew that he wasn't going to believe her. But, Rebekah and her had been close for the last few years. She had spent so much of her time hanging out with Kol and Rebekah, and she hoped that she would believe her. She hoped that she knew how good of a person she was. "But, not around town. For three months before the murder occurred, I had visions of him."

"Visions?" Disbelief saturated his voice. He didn't believe that she was a witch for a second. Witches didn't exist. People could not see into the future.

"Visions of what?" Rebekah asked curiously. Her eyes focused intently on Bonnie. She didn't dare look at her partner, she knew that he was upset with her.

"Nothing in particular." She said. "At first I just saw him doing everyday things, like drinking orange juice or fighting with his girlfriend. But, as the months went by the visions started to get darker and darker and that was when it happened. I had a vision of him murdering the man at the diner. Only it wasn't Damon. There was a darkness inside of him. I could feel it."

"I don't want to hear any more of this possession nonsense." Elijah interrupted. He was growing impatient and frustrated with Rebekah for even listening to the lies. He didn't understand how she could believe them. She was far more cynical than he was and she was usually the one to lock away people like this in an instant. "There is no such thing as a witch and Damon Salvatore is not possessed. This is not a demon killing people it is a psychopathic genius."

"I am a witch." Bonnie had no doubts any longer. Everything her grams had told her had been true.

She was special. She had powers that no one could possibly understand. And she was finally confident in them.

"Witches do not exist."

Suddenly his notebook started to smoke and then it lit on fire, destroying the notes that he had been taking. Elijah's eyes widened and he quickly started to swat the notebook against the table in an attempt to put out the flames.

Bonnie looked just as shocked as Rebekah. She had never lit anything on fire before. Her powers were growing every day and she was becoming far more powerful then she had ever expected.

"I don't know how she did that, but it was only a magic trick. She is not a witch." Elijah stubbornly dismissed her powers. He was now standing to his feet with his arms behind his back and perfect posture as he stared down at his partner. He would never admit it, but he was scared. He was scared because of what had just happened, but more than that he was scared that everything he believed to be true might be a lie. "I am going to interrogate your brother. You should stay here with Bonnie and finish asking her questions."

Rebekah was not allowed to be a part of interrogating Kol. It wouldn't be ethical.

'Is he scared?' She wondered. Seeing Elijah scared was like seeing a unicorn. He never showed signs of fear. 'This means he is starting to believe in her powers.'

"Alright."

He headed out of the room and Rebekah turned her attention to Bonnie. This was the perfect opportunity. She had been hoping for time alone with the other woman.

"He doesn't know that we're friends? Does he?" Bonnie asked.

"No." Rebekah stood to her feet and walked around the table so that she was looking down at the beautiful young woman. She truly did believe in her powers, she believed that Damon was possessed, and she believed that they needed to destroy whatever was inside of him. He deserved to live out a normal happy life. "And it is going to remain that way."

"Is Damon okay?" Her green eyes were filled with concern. The last time she had seen Damon he had been possessed and had no control over himself. She hoped that he found his way back.

"No, he's not okay. He has no control over himself and he needs you to pull him out of it like you did on the video my brother sent me."

"Kol sent you a video?" Kol hadn't told her that he was sending a video to his sister. He had told her that he had no plans to tell his sister anything. Now, she was finding out that all along he had been working with her. That Rebekah believed them.

"We have no time to discuss that, Bonnie." Rebekah stated in a hurry. What she was about to do would get her fired and arrested if anyone found out. "The story is that you slipped your hands through the handcuffs and you managed to get away. You stole my gun and the keys to Damon's handcuffs and you made your way into Damon's interrogation room near the south entrance of the building. There you undid his handcuffs and the two of you escaped."

Bonnie was in shock. She hadn't expected her to help them. "What about Kol and Stefan?"

"We can only keep them over night. It would be too risky to help them escape. Just focus on Damon and getting rid of whatever that thing inside of him is. I'll handle the rest."

Before she could ask any other questions, Rebekah set her gun down on the table and she "dropped" her keys to the ground in front of Bonnie.

'You'll Find You'll Die Trying.

You Are Clutching At Straws.'

Author's Note :

Thank you sooo much for all of your wonderful reviews! They truly do mean the world to me! I really hope that y'all enjoyed this chapter and that it gives you some hope for a happy ending! :)) Are you guys excited to see that Damon is fighting the darkness inside of him? Do y'all like that Stefan believes in his brother enough to stand up for him now? What about what Rebekah did? I'd love to hear all of your thoughts and what y'all want to see in the next few chapters!

Thank you all so much for reading! I love you guys and appreciate you guys so much!

-Tracy Cook-