'I don't really know what to say to you' (Everything I might have said is clamouring in my head so loudly that I can hardly think, let alone put it into words)

'It has been an eventful night. (An understatement) And it almost turned out to be my last ( Stefan; the only brightness in a world of compressing shadow, as he brings his wrist, glistening to my lips. I understand suddenly what it is Elena sees in him)

One that might have been called a night of power. (Emily conjuring fire) I am alive. I guess that's something. I can still feel the marks on my throat where the vampire bit (she hesitates for a full moment before bringing herself to write that word...vampire) And they will always be there according to Stefan, because his ability to heal is limited by the diet that he had chosen. Strangely he had almost seemed guilty about this. He saved my life. Like I would be worried about a scar. (Compelled she runs her fingers across the mark again) I suppose it will keep me from forgetting. And that is a good thing. I think... (the pen drips ink across the page while she hesitates.)

'But all this is unimportant really. I want to talk to you about Emily. What I saw inside her mind when she possessed me. At first they were fairly general, flashes of the life of an empowered woman living in a vastly different time. Fascinating, but not very relevant, although I did see snatches of a familiar face. I wonder what Elena would have thought if she knew I had imagined her running around in a different century... Still it seems fairly clear that that part was some sort of mental contamination. My familiar memories somehow bleeding into those Emily introduced. Reasonable enough, I suppose. We were both under considerable stress.'

'No. It is the other revelation that surprised me. But then maybe it shouldn't have been really that surprising. (Here she pauses to call up an image of her ancestor's slightly stern face) She did not seem the type to have such an unconventional relationship... But then, after all she was a powerful woman living in a time of great repression. Who would she have turned to, but someone whose world view was likely to be more open?'

'And why else should Damon turn to her to save his loved one? But still so much made sense as I witnessed her past, even as she walked. Hadn't Damon himself, leaning casually against my car promised to receive the necklace back, 'from her hand if not mine?'

There was something there. Perhaps not love, like he had for this Katherine, but something. He had acknowledged it as much as her. He had saved her family, as part of their deal. She had refrained from killing him, even surely knowing his first act would be to rescind, once she had destroyed his way to Katherine...

That stake that pierced his stomach when he threatened her. So telling. I wonder if either of them actually realised. Probably not, maybe it took an outsider to read what was there. Even to spare my life, the future of her descendants that had mattered so much to her, she could not kill him. And then there was him.

Begging, pleading with her, while she destroyed the one thing he needed. She had been genuinely pained by his grief. By the need to go back on her word. And she wanted them to know that she had. That for this, one time, Damon had not been in the wrong.

Even when she vanished and I stood there, in the clearing, confused and staggering. Even as he flew to me, in animalistic fury, I could not really fear him. For one thing, I did not have time. But it was also partly backwash from her feelings. And then he did not kill me. When he could have. So easily. It would in his eyes have made them even.

He couldn't kill me; or he couldn't kill her; her last investment. He is leaving now. He has nothing more here to make him stay, he said this himself. I am glad. I know I could never have felt comfortable if he had stayed. Knowing that he was still around . That he could decide to finish it at any time he wanted. No. It is best that he is gone. And she...she is dead, as she was meant to be, at rest. This is best.

But part of me is glad that I know. A secret, one the others will not guess. A small one, maybe insignificant. He seemed the type to have taken meaningless lovers...but still... There is something romantic, no matter how wrong it turned out, the vampire meeting the embrace of the witch. All those years ago; the history, and still tainting the fallout today.' (Bonnie found her pen shaking, and decided to quickly finish up) 'Anyway, I am going to bed. I feel like I haven't slept forever. The wound might be healed, but that doesn't mean the trauma isn't real. Stefan warned me something about this. That I should get to sleep. I just wanted to write this down. While the knowledge was fresh in my head, so that I wouldn't try to second guess myself later on. Good night! I will write more in the morning Im sure! '