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-Four

A New Beginning

'These Wounds Will Heal, Even If The Scars Remain,

A Constant Reminder Of The Knowledge I Have Gained.'

Police officers were standing guard outside of Bonnie's apartment complex. They were all armed and prepared to shoot if Damon or Bonnie attempted to get back into the apartment building. The wanted pictures were back on the internet and all over the television screens. The news was talking about how a serial killer escaped custody and was on the loose. There was even an award for 20,000 dollars. Everyone had their eyes open and they were looking for them.

Damon had no clue how Bonnie expected to get back into the apartment complex, or why they needed to get back in.

"Do you mind telling me what we are doing here of all places?" He asked the woman sitting next to him in the bushes across the street from the apartment building. They were pretty much asking to get caught if they tried to get inside. He didn't want to get caught. He didn't want to go back to prison. At this point he was willing to make a deal with the demon inside of him to kill one more person if he just left his body afterwards. He knew it was terrible, but it seemed like the easiest solution.

'Much easier than sneaking past all of these coppers.'

"I left all of my books and research at my grams' house in Kansas." Bonnie explained. "I'm sure that the police have confiscated it all by now, and even if they haven't, we don't have time to go all the way to Kansas to get it all."

She looked over at him. His brow was furrowed and his blue eyes were filled with perplexity. He still didn't understand why they had to sneak into the apartment complex.

"When my grams passed, she left me her grimoire."

"I'm not all caught up on my witchy vocab, care to enlighten me Bon-Bon? What's a grimoire?" Damon asked, with a playful smile on his lips. He didn't know much about witchcraft. Everything he had learnt had been from movies and television shows.

"A grimoire is like a witch's spell book, only it has a lot more than just spells in it." Bonnie tried to explain it to him the way that her grams had explained it to her. She had never believed that the spells or information in the book was accurate, but she had looked through it a few times. She always just assumed it was her grams' crazy ramblings. "Basically, it has everything paranormal in it that anyone in our line of witches has ever come across. I'm hoping that it will have some info on this Edetah demon."

"Okay. Now that I understand what a grimoire is, how about you help me understand how exactly you plan on us getting into your apartment?"

"I have an idea."

Damon loved how confident she was in that moment. Bonnie Bennett was always confident, but right now she was practically radiating hope. It was infectious. He didn't know how, but somehow she was going to get them into the apartment complex, she was going to get the grimoire, and she was going to save his life. They were going to get to have their life together.

Everything was within their grasp.

Bonnie held out her hands in front of her body and she started to curl her fingers. Her mind focused on the thought of fire. She still didn't have "control" over her powers, but it had worked at the police station and she hoped that it would work again right now. The fire she needed to start this time was a bit more intense. She was focusing on starting a fire in one of the trees just down the block from her apartment building. Hopefully it would distract a few of the police officers.

Blue eyes danced with amusement as he watched the young witch work her magic. There was something so attractive about how powerful she was. She was the strongest woman he knew. 'With or without those powers of hers.'

She curled her fingers, digging her nails into the palms of her hand as she focused on one of the trees down the block.

Damon's head snapped up as the branches ignited in flames and some of the civilians started to scream and run away. He couldn't believe what Bonnie had just accomplished with her mind. It was truly amazing. He watched a few of the cops run down the street to check on the fire that was rapidly spreading through the trees that lined the streets. But, there were still two cops perched outside of Bonnie's door.

She turned her attention to the remaining police officers standing outside of her door and she stared them down. Her fingers curling and the thoughts of flames engulfing their clothes on her mind. She didn't want to kill or severely injure them, she just wanted a distraction. She knew exactly where the grimoire was. All they had to do was get inside, grab it, and get away without being noticed.

Bonnie focused on the thought of lighting their shoes on fire, like she had done with the police officer at the station. She tugged her full bottom lip between her teeth and furrowed her brow in concentration as she tried to start the fire.

Finally, their shoes ignited in flames.

They started to scream and dance around in an attempt to put out the flames, but it was futile. Damon watched with wide eyes as the police officers started to kick their shoes off. Bonnie continued to focus and the flames danced up along the bottom of their pants. It was scorching their skin now and they were crying out in pain as they stumbled down the staircase and hurried to find a source of water.

Bonnie glanced over at the man she loved and she smiled proudly. She could tell that he was impressed by her new-found power. "That should keep them busy for a few minutes, but we have to hurry."

Damon still couldn't believe what he had seen, or that she was acting so nonchalant about it. "Since when can you light things on fire with your mind?" He lifted his eyebrows and his eyes widened playfully as he said the word 'mind.'

Her smile stretched as she stood to her feet and started to head across the street. She turned to look over her shoulder and said, "I may have picked up a new trick or two."

"Or two?" He was intrigued. They had only been separated for a few days and she was already lighting things on fire with her mind? He wondered how powerful she was going to become. Damon reached out and grabbed onto her wrist, twisting the petite woman around and staring down into her eyes. His lips were curled up into a devious smirk as he said, "That was so hot."

Bonnie felt his breath rush against her face and she wanted so badly to give into him. She wanted to lean up on her tiptoes and kiss him passionately. She wanted to lose herself in him. 'No matter how cheesy that pun was.'

But, they had to hurry.

She rolled her eyes at him and tugged on his hand giving him a disapproving look. Damon knew that now was not the time to flirt with her. He just didn't care. He always flirted with her, no matter how inappropriate the time. The truth was, that was one of the things she loved most about him. He didn't let the stress and the intensity of situations change him. He was still just as playful and sarcastic no matter what was going on around them. She could remember when she wanted him to be more serious, now she just wanted to see him being himself.

"Come on, we don't have time for your terrible puns right now."

'There Is Sin In My Heart, But I Stand Accused,

Of Crimes That I Did Not Commit.'

They had spent an hour searching the station and surrounding area for any sign of Bonnie and Damon.

"They are long gone by now." Elijah stated in a frustrated tone. His jaw was tight and his muscles were tense as he climbed the stairs to the police station. The suspect had been within his grasp. In a few days he would have been convicted of his crimes and thrown into prison for life. In that moment he was finding it exceedingly difficult not to blame his partner for what happened.

"We will find them, Elijah." She said with a small smile.

"Will we?" He wondered suspiciously. He no longer trusted her. He believed that she was the one that helped Bonnie and Damon escape. He believed that she had been helping them all along. "How exactly did Bonnie get her hands on your keys, Rebekah?"

The blonde felt her chest tighten and her heart jump into her throat as he once again asked about her keys. She had told him that her keys were missing and that Bonnie must have somehow got them from her, but he was persistent. He wanted to understand how that was possible. How she could be so reckless. 'He knows that I helped them on purpose...'

"I already told you. She must have slipped them out of my pocket somehow while I was interrogating her."

"I know what you told me. I'm just not quite certain I believe you."

Rebekah understood why Elijah didn't trust her. All signs pointed to her helping Bonnie escape and she knew that he was clever enough to piece together the evidence. He was like a brother to her and it broke her heart knowing that he could no longer trust her, but she had to do what she felt was right in her gut. Damon was an innocent man and he didn't deserve to die for the crimes he committed. He had no control of himself and she truly believed that he was possessed by the devil.

'I hope that once he watches the video he will understand why I am helping.'

That was what she was holding onto. The hope that he would watch the video and he would start to realize that their story about demonic possession was true. That was the only way that she was going to be able to grant Damon the freedom he deserved.

If Elijah didn't believe, then they would all be imprisoned.

"You don't have to believe me, Elijah. I understand that you have your doubts, especially with my brother's involvement, but regardless of your doubts we still have a case to solve." Rebekah pulled open the door to the station and she held it open politely for her partner who walked inside, she followed close behind him. "Perhaps we should take a look at that video my brother told you about?"

"Our main objective should be locating Bonnie and Damon." He insisted.

Rebekah reached out and placed a soothing hand on his arm. He flinched at her touch and sorrow filled her eyes. She hated that he was closing off from her and putting up his walls. She hated that he no longer trusted her. "Someone will call in when they see the two of them." She spoke honestly. "There is a twenty-thousand dollar reward. We will get a lead in no time. For now, we can only work with what we already have."

He sighed and nodded his head. Whether he believed she was being honest or not, what she was saying now was the truth. They had no way to know where Bonnie and Damon were headed. They simply had to wait.

"Alright. Let's watch the video."

'Tried And Confined, Judged By Your Eyes,

But I Am An Innocent Man.'

"We need a hotel room." Damon said, stuffing his hands into the pockets of the hoodie Bonnie had given him to wear.

It was one of her ex-boyfriend's. He had the hood up and he was also sporting a pair of her large yellow sunglasses. He felt like he looked ridiculous. But, he knew that as ridiculous as the disguise was, it was doing the job. The man standing before him had a wanted poster of him hanging on the wall behind him and he didn't even recognize him.

"Single or double?" The man asked.

"Single." He said.

Bonnie was standing beside him wearing another one of her ex-boyfriend's hoodies and a pair of sunglasses. The man working at the desk hardly even paid attention to them as he handed Damon the room key and told him the number.

"Room 23." He raised his index finger and pointed down the hallway.

"Thank you."

As the two of them started to head down the hallway, Damon couldn't help but turn and smile at Bonnie like a devious child. He felt like a thirteen year old kid that just snuck into a rated R movie.

She stared through her sunglasses at him and she started to laugh. He looked absolutely ridiculous. He was wearing a hoodie that was bright red and said cross country on it, and he had on large bug-eye yellow sunglasses. "You look like an idiot." She concluded. Laughing some more.

Damon smirked and leant down to whisper against her ear, "They're your clothes, Bon-Bon."

She pushed him in the side and he laughed, turning on his heels to slide the key card into the slot in order to unlock their hotel room. "Why do you keep your ex-boyfriend's clothes anyway?" He asked, his stomach twisting jealously. He knew that he had nothing to worry about, but he was still worried. He never wanted to lose Bonnie. If she kept his clothes than she might still have feelings for him.

"Because, he's a boy I dated back in Kansas." Bonnie told him. "I accidentally packed some of his clothes and I never got around to sending them back to him." She furrowed her brow as she followed him into the hotel room. "Besides, you're one to talk. You have your ex-girlfriend's clothes all over your apartment."

It was true.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about there. I wouldn't take Elena back if she paid me." Damon smirked and pulled Bonnie closer to him by the belt loops of her jeans. Now that the door was closed behind them, he felt a sense of safety. Even though he knew deep in his gut that they weren't in the clear yet, he wanted to enjoy the few minutes of peace.

Bonnie rested her hands against his chest. "Well, you have nothing to worry about either." Her lips curled up into a smile. "I only want you."

"And. I. Only. Want. You." He emphasized on each word, his eyes widening.

She suddenly noticed that he was leading her slowly toward the edge of the bed. His fingers were now digging into her hips and his lips were hovering over hers. She knew that she should deny him. That she shouldn't give into him. That they needed to focus on the grimoire and figuring out how to get rid of the demon before the police found them again, but she just wanted to indulge for a minute. 'A few kisses won't hurt. God, I miss kissing him.'

Damon lent down and he captured her lips in a passionate and heated kiss. She moaned out loudly into his lips when she felt them pressed against hers again. She missed the way that they felt, she missed the way that he tasted. Her body was aching for him again.

He pushed her down onto the bed and climbed on top of her, never breaking the kiss.

Bonnie gasped and her entire body quaked when she felt his talented tongue swipe along her full bottom lip begging for entrance, which she eagerly granted. She knew that she should stop him. That she should force him to be serious, but right now she didn't care. They had fought so hard for so long, they deserved a little time to enjoy each other. She reached up and tossed the sunglasses to the ground before tangling her hands in his hair and kissing him harder. Their tongues starting an intense dance for dominance.

He was subconsciously grinding his hips against her as he kissed her with all that he had. All of the passion. All of the desire. All of the love. He had never felt so connected with someone. There was something so special about Bonnie Bennett.

She had saved his life.

She had given him purpose.

Damon could feel his arousal growing and his jeans tightening as he continued to grind against her. Bonnie moaned loudly when she felt his hard cock pressed against her through the fabric of his jeans. He was so aroused. She was so aroused. She was practically dripping down her thighs with need and desire, but they had to stop. 'Right? We have to stop?'

"It's always been a fantasy of mine to do it in a hotel room." Damon breathed out lustfully between kisses.

"Damon." Bonnie whimpered as he started to run heated kisses down her neck. Everywhere that his lips touched her ignited her skin. She could feel a trail of fire being left behind as he traveled lower. "We should probably focus on finding a spell to get rid of the demon...Mmm.." She moaned and lifted her hips when he sunk his teeth into her collarbone.

It felt so good.

"We spend all our time worrying about all of these things, Bonnie." He whispered hotly against her ear before sucking her earlobe between his teeth and nibbling on it. "We need some time to unwind and live a little."

"Damon, I don't know-" Her green eyes snapped open and she stared up at him as he held her wrists above her head and he started to lock the handcuffs around them. "What are you doing?"

"You still have the keys right?" Damon asked.

"Yeah..." Bonnie sounded uncertain. She was a woman that liked to be in control. She liked to feel like she had the power to protect herself, and right now she felt powerless. 'But I don't need to protect myself from Damon. I trust him with all of my heart... He wouldn't hurt me.'

"Then I see no harm." He grinned mischievously, his eyes dark with desire. "I just want to try something out."

"Okay..." She bit down on her bottom lip and watched him closely as he returned to her neck. Damon gently sucked the sensitive skin between his teeth and Bonnie moaned out loudly throwing her head back against the mattress. She loved the way that his lips felt on her neck. And there was something exciting about being tied down and unable to use her hands to control the situation.

He moved down her body and she felt herself subconsciously lifting her hips for more contact. Her clit was throbbing and her arousal was intensifying by the second.

Damon moved his fingers beneath her shirt, lifting it up just enough to see Bonnie's perfect toned abdomen. He loved her body. He loved her. He wanted so desperately to taste her, but he wasn't in a rush. He wanted to indulge in every little part of the woman he adored. Bonnie watched him with lustful eyes as he lowered his head and ran his tongue along her stomach. When he dipped his tongue into her bellybutton and swirled it around she gasped and once again lifted her hips. She wanted him between her legs. But, he was enjoying teasing her too much at the moment.

He continued to move his hand up under her shirt until he reached her breast. She still wasn't wearing a bra. He smirked against the skin of her stomach as his fingers twisted around her hardened nipple. Bonnie's body shook beneath his touch and she let out soft whines and whimpers as she moved her wrists desperately against the handcuffs.

He ran his tongue along her hipbone and then he bit down on it.

"Fuck!" Bonnie groaned. Her hips were sensitive and she loved the way that it felt when he sunk his teeth into it. She needed more. "Damon."

"What is it, Bon-Bon?" He asked with a smirk and a waggle of his brow.

"I need you."

"What exactly do you need from me?" Damon teased, undoing the button of her jeans and unzipping them. He could see the black lace panties covering her womanhood and his smirk widened. He could already smell her arousal surrounding him. It was intoxicating. He couldn't wait to taste her. 'Well, maybe I can wait just a few more minutes.'

"Damon." Bonnie scolded him. Giving him a look that said, 'Don't you dare make me tell you what I need.'

"What?" He sang, pulling her jeans off and tossing them across the room. Now she was only wearing her panties and her ex-boyfriend's hoodie. He hated that she was wearing it, but in a way it was sort of a turn-on. It was like he was showing that she was his now. "I just want to know what you want from me."

"You know what I want."

"I want to hear it." Damon's eyes widened and he raised his brow.

He curled his fingers into her panties and he pulled them down her toned thighs and over her feet, throwing them to the ground with her pants. But, he didn't give her what she wanted. As he returned to his position and she spread her legs wide for him, he started to deliver kisses to the inside of her thighs. He wasn't giving in until she told him what she wanted.

Bonnie's eyes fluttered closed and she moaned loudly as he ran his tongue along the sensitive skin of her thigh, nibbling here and there. Just as he neared her womanhood he would stop though. She lifted her hips and whimpered, "Damon, please."

"Please, what Bonnie?"

She was growing frustrated now. Both sexually and otherwise. She just wanted to reach down and tangle her fingers into his hair, but she couldn't. She had no power. It was a turn on and an inconvenience. "Damon, you know what." She growled.

"I'm afraid I don't." Damon was now hovering over her womanhood. She could feel his heated breath rushing against her and it caused her to moan. She just wanted him to lean forward and pleasure her.

Bonnie lifted her hips, forcing his lips to brush against her outer folds. He smirked and stared up at her, but he did not give in. He was impatiently waiting for her to admit to him what she wanted. He loved how powerful the young woman was. It was one of the things he loved most about her, but right now he was thoroughly enjoying how powerless she was. It was entertaining to see her struggle with the words and her desire.

"I need you to please me." She refused to say it any other way. It was already embarrassing enough having to ask for it. She could feel a heated blush traveling along her caramel skin. 'Why is he such an asshole?'

Suddenly, she gasped as he gently dipped his tongue between her folds, easily finding the sensitive bundle of nerves. Some guys could be completely clueless when it came to the anatomy of a woman, but he wasn't. He knew exactly what he was doing and how to use his tongue. He was still teasing her though. Bonnie lifted her hips and tried to get more contact with his tongue as he delicately ran it along her clit, applying just enough pressure to stimulate her, but not enough to bring her to her climax.

"Damon." Bonnie moaned. "I need more."

She was finally letting her guards down.

The truth was, she just needed him so desperately that at this point she didn't care how much she had to embarrass herself to get him to finish what he had started.

Damon smirked proudly and leant closer, applying more pressure to her clit with his tongue. He heard Bonnie moan loudly and he knew that he was doing something right. He moaned as well. Just knowing that he was pleasing her, mixed with the intoxicating sweetness of her arousal was enough to cause precum to drip from his cock. He wondered if it was possible for him to get off just by getting her off. It felt like he was close.

He ran his tongue lower and then he thrust it deep inside of her. "Oh god! Damon!" She moaned loudly, throwing her head back against the mattress as his tongue swirled deep inside of her. She could feel herself already getting close. She knew it wouldn't take much more.

He continued to move his tongue inside of Bonnie for a few more seconds, enjoying the way that the walls of her pussy enveloped it and her intoxicating taste, and then he returned to her clit. Damon started to run his tongue in circles around her clit. Her entire body was convulsing as she moved her hips, grinding herself against his mouth. "Fuck! Yes! Oh my god, yes! That feels so good!" She moaned.

When Damon sucked the sensitive bundle of nerves between his lips, still swirling his tongue skillfully around it, she lost it. She was pushed over the edge.

Bonnie felt a tingling sensation run through her body and she started to scream loudly as her body shook and she was consumed with pleasure. "Oh my god! Damon, I'm coming! Oh god, I'm coming!" Her wrists were aching from rubbing against the handcuffs, but she didn't care as she was taken away in the bliss of her orgasm. Her body continued to shake as he moved his tongue around her clit, allowing her to ride out her orgasm. Finally, her entire body went numb and she fell down on the bed, exhausted.

'There's Too Much Pain, Too Much Suffering,

'Let's Resolve To Start All Over, Make A New Beginning.'

Author's Note :

Thank you all so much for your reviews and support for my last chapter! It means so much to me! I decided to write up this next chapter ASAP for y'all! It has some smut in it, which I hope that you all enjoy! ;) Please do tell me your thoughts on the chapter! Oh and by the way I definitely am starting to realize that I have a few more than three chapters left haha, so no worries! I am going to delve into their life after they solve everything and I am probably going to add quite a few more chapters for y'all! So ignore what I previously said!

Anyhow, thoughts on this chapter? :)) Are y'all excited for Elijah to watch the video? Did you enjoy the Bamon banter? What about the smut?

Again, thank you all so much for reading! I really hope that y'all liked this chapter!

I love you guys!

-Tracy Cook-