A/N: Hey, guys! So I got a tumblr request for another Bonlijah fic, and obviously, i could not pass this up. I've grown to love the idea of this pairing so much, and any chance I get, I will be doing one shots for them. It also doesn't help that I saw Mr. Gillies himself, at a TVD con recently, because now all of my feels for him have been directly translated into my writing, LOL, woops! :) Anyway, this is JUST a two shot, set sometime after 3x22, and I hope you all enjoy it. Happy reading! ;)

Enchanted

"There I was again tonight, forcing laughter, faking smiles
Same old tired lonely place
Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy
Vanished when I saw your face
All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you
Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?"
Across the room your silhouettes tarts to make its way to me
The playful conversation starts, counter all your quick remarks
Like passing notes in secrecy
And it was enchanting to meet you
All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you"

-Taylor Swift

Bonnie groaned lowly, as she lay there- feeling strangely paralyzed, and unbearably weakened- with eyes tightly shut, and her head against a soft pillow.

Her neck was sore, as was the rest of her body, as she slowly began to awake from the deep slumber that she didn't actually remember taking.

She shifted against, what felt like, a mattress beneath her, when her olive eyes finally shot open to the scene before her, and a loud gasp escaped from her dry throat.

She inhaled a deep breath as she surveyed the room; the champagne colored walls were freshly painted, and the shades for the window were completely shut; inhibiting her from being able to tell whether it was daytime or not.

She gulped gently when the unrecognizable bookshelf before settled into view, and she shook with confusion as she realized that mug sitting on the end table did not belong to her.

This was not her bedroom; it wasn't a room that she remembered at all, actually, and she was honestly beginning to panic when she noticed that she had no recollection of how or why she got here.

Bonnie felt the beating in her chest quicken as she attempted to sit up, but she failed, falling hard with gravity against the pillow beneath her, thanks to her weakened state.

What the hell was going on? Why did she feel this way?

Strangely agitated, uncharacteristically confused; why did she feel so out of control?

"You've finally decided to grace me with your presence," she heard, and Bonnie snapped her head in fright as she turned to face the voice; her ears leading her to gaze at the visitor standing in the doorway, leisurely.

Bonnie tried to speak, but a word didn't escape her lips, as he approached her.

Slowly, but cautiously, he made his way over to bed, where he just stood there over her, all too quietly, for her liking.

His chestnut hair, and his charcoal eyes, intense and but soft, seemed to be studying her intently, as she looked at him with a dazed expression.

He wasn't a stranger, but he wasn't somebody that she knew very well- over even wanted to, either. He was just as bad as the rest of them, as far as she was concerned, and the sooner she got the hell out of here, the better.

"Elijah," she muttered lowly, but the vampire seemed to be ignoring her, as he removed his black suit jacket, and began to roll up the sleeves to gray button-up.

She suddenly felt his smooth hands holding her face, as he looked into her eyes with such a deep concern, it made the nervousness in her stomach swell.

And when she was scared, it translated to anger.

"Where the hell am I?" she asked roughly, as she pushed his hands away, and finally sat up, though she had to use every bit of strength to do so. "Why are you here?"

Elijah's brows furrowed, but he remained silent for a second; taking in the sight of Bonnie Bennett as she sat fiercely before him.

Her green eyes were glowing, and her smooth brown skin was paler, as she attempted to sit bravely, though he could see the subtle shaking at her fingertips.

Being alone with him unnerved her, as it should've. After all, she couldn't exactly trust him.

When he vowed to kill Niklaus at the ritual, he chose to save him instead. When he needed Esther's power source to be cut off, he kidnapped Elena in hopes of persuading the Salvatores into finding a way to stop her.

Bonnie's mother was killed.

So as she glared at him with a bit of rage behind his eyes, Elijah cleared his throat, and pulled up a chair, to sit right next to the bed. She was taken aback by the sudden close proximity of his body, but she never wavered.

She wanted answers, and she wanted them now.

"Where am I?" she repeated, in a firm tone. "Why am I not at home?"

"You are in my home, Bonnie... The one I share with my brothers, and Rebekah. You've been here before, haven't you?"

"Yeah, when Klaus kidnapped me," she shot back, and Elijah pursed his lips. "Why am I in your bed? And... why do I feel like this?"

Elijah folded his hands across his lap, and gazed at her quietly before responding.

"I... believe you know the answer to that, Miss Bennett. You... just have not let yourself believe it, yet."

"What the hell does that even mean? You think that I know why I'm here? That doesn't make any sense!"

"Surely it does, Bonnie," he replied. "Perhaps you need to dig a little deeper."

"Or maybe I need to go," she snapped back, as she forced herself out of the bed, and finally stood to her feet. Her knees felt like jelly, but she slowly regained her balance as she steadied herself, before standing up straight.

She glanced down at her attire, and became even more puzzled, as the vibrant colors began to soak into her eyes and awaken her senses.

"You're wearing Rebekah's clothes," he commented, and her brows rose. "Yours were... destroyed," Elijah added softly, as she ran her hands over the black sequined shirt, and then the smooth denim jeans.

"I'll be sure to send them back," she said roughly, as she neared the door, and Elijah was suddenly to his feet and blocking her escape. "Elijah-"

"It would not be wise for you to leave me, just yet," he countered. "At least not until you've made your choice."

Bonnie scoffed as she stared at him, and placed a hand on her hip. She didn't have time for this.

"What 'choice' are you talking about? The one where either I give you an aneurysm, or I set you on fire?" Bonnie asked, and he didn't budge. "You really think you that you can keep me here, Elijah? You must not who I am," she replied.

The Original licked his tongue across his teeth, and stepped in closer, causing a shiver to run down her spine when he looked her directly in the eyes.

"Show me, then, Bonnie," he challenged in a low tone. "Show me, if you truly believe you are aware of what you are."

Bonnie felt the ignite of fire in her bones, as he looked at her expectantly, and she immediately rose both palms before her, to generate the power that she needed to throw him out of the way.

Bonnie shut her eyes tightly, and Elijah just stood there, silently, as she began to mumble the words that she knew beneath her breath, with such conviction.

But she felt nothing.

There was no buzzing at her fingertips, and no feeling in her heart; her veins felt empty, and she felt cold. She shot her eyes open, in surprise, to see Elijah still standing there, and willfully intact. Bonnie shifted uncomfortably, as his eyes met hers, again, in such an incredibly strong way.

"What happened to my magic?" she asked, as her voice grew with anger. "What the hell is going on, Elijah?" she asked as she attempted to push him, but he caught onto her wrists before that, immediately stopping the struggle that she wanted to start between them.

Bonnie breathed heavily, as he looked into her eyes, but he didn't say a word. She was growing impatient with the silent treatment, and if she didn't start getting some answers, she was going to cause hell.

"Why am I here with you?" she pressed, as her body began to shake. "Where are my friends?"

"Looking for you, perhaps," he said simply, and her brows furrowed.

"So, you kidnapped me""

"Not exactly," he answered. "I brought you here to make your decision, Miss Bennett. I wished to provide you with a bias-free environment; one where you wouldn't feel forced to make a choice that you did not wish to make."

"A choice about what? What the hell has happened to me?" she asked, and Elijah suddenly dropped her wrists, as she let them fall to her sides silently.

Elijah bit his lip quietly, and looked away for a moment, before glancing back at her. The calmness in his stare was beginning to frighten her, the longer she stood there, and he continuously sized her up, like she was Thanksgiving Dinner.

Maybe she actually was.

"Are you going to kill me?" she asked, and Elijah's eyes narrowed for a moment, before he sent her a sad smile that chilled her down to the bone.

"You're already dead, Bonnie," he said softly, and her breath got caught in her throat as the words passed his lips. "Now, the rest is up to you... the matter of whether you survive, or not, is entirely in your hands."

"Elijah- I don't understand. I-I can't be-"

"You are in transition, Bonnie," he said firmly, and her heart suddenly dropped. "You must... drink to complete it. You... have to drink to become a vampire. If you don't... I'm afraid your life will end here."

Bonnie stood there paralyzed, suddenly feeling dizzy from the information that rolled off of Elijah's lips, and onto her ears, as she stood there in shock at what he was saying.

She was becoming a vampire? How did any of this make any sense?

"No," she said softly, as she shook her head. "Elijah, you don't understand; I'm a witch- I'm not dead. I didn't die-"

"I watched it happen," Elijah cut in, and he watched as a sudden stream of tears began to fill her eyes. "And I tried to stop it... My blood is the reason that you're still standing here."

Bonnie cupped her hands over her mouth, and shook her head viciously, while her tears began to stream from her eyes.

"No," she stated. "I don't believe you-"

"The witches tried to kill you tonight, Bonnie," Elijah cut in, and her eyes widened. "Your memory may be shot right now, however, mine isn't. They were trying to end you. For saving Niklaus' life, perhaps- for saving the vampires you call your friends. I... had no other choice-"

"What does that mean?" she asked in a heated tone, as she attempted to wipe away her fast flowing tears. "What do you mean you had no other choice?"

"I mean that I had to make a decision, Bonnie; and I had to make rash one. I saw you, laying on the ground, with barely a breath left to your name, and I had to do something. It was... far too late to call any of the witches or warlocks that I know to help you, so I did the only thing I could do- I fed you my blood."

"Why didn't it heal me, then? Why did I die?" she asked, sternly, and he pursed his lips.

"You... don't recall a thing, now, do you?" Elijah responded, and Bonnie shook her head.

Elijah sighed, as he walked over to the bed, and sat down on it. Bonnie continued to stand there uncomfortably, but he motioned for her to have a seat beside him.

She did so, begrudgingly, though she held her arms tightly over her chest, and stared straight ahead, at the painting on the wall. She didn't want to look at him, at all; he was lucky she was even listening to him, at all.

Elijah sensed her hostility; he prepared himself for it, in fact, when the moment dawned on him that Bonnie was going to become a vampire, if she allowed the transition to happen, and she was going to be sired to him.

He knew that the Bennett Witch would have nothing but harsh words and a sharp tongue once she realized what she was becoming. But he also anticipated her tears, too.

In fact, he couldn't really blame her for them, either.

She had been a witch, formally; a servant to nature, sure, but also one of the greatest creatures to ever exist in the supernatural world. As a witch, she had great responsibility, but also great power, and she was the reason for the balance in all of their lives.

As a witch, she preserved life; she was connected to nature, and all of it's beings, by the thread of her soul, and the beating of her heart. As a witch, just her touch could bring anything to life; just her touch could make anyone feel alive.

Why would a witch ever willingly want to become a vampire, anyway? She was now the epitome of death.

"I believe your loss of memory can be attributed to the concussions you've suffered, tonight," Elijah finally said, and Bonnie frowned. "Your ancestors... they were trying to prevent you from doing a spell- one that called for quite a bit of dark magic, do you recall it?"

Bonnie swallowed hard as she shook her head, and Elijah folded his hands over his lap, as he turned to face her. She continued to evade his eyes.

It was too hard to look at him, right now.

"You were attempting to put Niklaus' soul back into his rightful body, and your friend Tyler's back into his own. You also began a protection spell- one that would keep my brother out of harms way; just in case Esther found another way to end him."

"Was I successful?" she asked lowly, and Elijah cleared his throat.

"If you hadn't been, do you believe they would have still tried to kill you, Bonnie?" he asked, and she bit her lip silently. "You... became a powerful witch, Bonnie; over the course of such a short period in time. I believe they feared that they couldn't control you, anymore."

"So, they killed me," she filled in, as her eyes began to well up again. "They killed me because I wanted to do the right thing- because I wanted to save my friends?"

"You wanted to save a murderer," he replied. "All that you did, in the end, saved Niklaus."

"I didn't do it for him!" she yelled back, as she stood her feet, with her fists tightened into balls. "I would have let him if he didn't sire their line- I wouldn't have cared-"

"But you did," Elijah interrupted, and she huffed angrily. " You saved the vampires, Bonnie; you chose your side. You didn't choose humanity."

"They wouldn't just do this to me," she said firmly, as she paced the floor. "There... there has to be a way," she added, as she searched the room for anything she could use.

She glanced at the candle of the dresser, and she quickly grabbed it, before taking a seat on the floor, and breathing deeply.

"Do you have any more of these? I need to see if I can reach them," she said, and Elijah watched on in disbelief.

"Bonnie, you're in denial-"

"Just get me all of the candles that you have, Elijah. I don't remember asking for your opinion," she shot back, and the Original narrowed his eyes. "Please," she added.

The Original let out a soft scoff before he stood to his feet, and walked out of the room, in a few seconds flat. He returned with a handful of candles, and he placed them on the floor beside her. He watched as Bonnie busily arranged them around her, and he folded his arms over his chest in intriguement.

This girl was not a quitter; she was determined to get what she wanted, when she wanted, and she was not going to back down. Normally, he would have applauded such relentless effort, but sadly, not this time.

This time, he really wanted to tell her that this was hopeless.

Elijah watched as Bonnie shut her eyes tightly, and began to chant the words in the foreign language that she knew all too well, in hopes of illuminating the candles around her, and somehow, finding a way to connect with Emily, or the other dead witches.

She was shaking, as she repeated them, continuously, and he watched on as she slowly began to crumble when she was not met with any results.

The candles remained unlit, and Bonnie inhaled deeply, as she looked at them in sheer panic; she couldn't believe this was happening.

"They won't let me reach them," she said softly, and Elijah remained stoic, as she gripped her palms around a candle, and desperately held onto it. "I-I can't feel anything," she stuttered.

He breathed in softly, and stuffed his hands in his pockets, as he watched Bonnie's face flood with a stream of water. He predicted this, as well- that she would not be able to come to terms with the fact that this was final; that the witches no longer saw it fit for her to have a life.

Bonnie slowly climbed to her feet; still holding onto the candle, and Elijah moved in closer, though he knew she didn't want to hear a word from him.

The life of his brother was the reason why she had died; his family was the reason why she was in so much grief.

"How could they?" she asked sharply, though she was hyperventilating. "How could my own family kill me?"

Elijah didn't reply, and without another word, she threw the candle, hard, at his window; causing the glass to shatter into a million pieces, before she erupted into a sob of her own.

"How could they?" she screamed, and he quickly wrapped his arms around her to contain her, as Bonnie cried uncontrollably.

"Bonnie-" he started, and she pushed him away from her arms, with a look of pure disgust on her face.

"This is all your family's fault!" she yelled, as her tears descended rapidly from her eyes. "This happened to me because of you! " Bonnie shouted, as she turned on her heel, and began to walk towards the door.

"Where are you going?" he asked calmly, and she laughed incredulously.

"Does it matter, Elijah? I will never become one of you," she shot back angrily. "I'm not feeding- I am not doing this!"

Before she could walk out, Elijah was in the doorway, again, and she was viciously pounding away at his chest, and forcibly attempting to move him out of the way.

"You said you brought me here to make my choice, and I did- let me go," Bonnie said with eyes full of rage, but he didn't budge.

"And you truly believe you've thought this through, as clearly as you can?" he asked, with a strong bite to his voice. "I won't allow you to end your life on a whim, Bonnie."

"Why not?!" she screamed back. "You got what you wanted, right? Klaus is alive- your whole family is alive- what the hell else do you need me around, for? Why do you care about saving my life?"

"Because it is what I promised you I would do," Elijah said firmly, and Bonnie immediately felt herself go speechless, as she looked into his honest eyes. "I promised you, Bonnie, that given the chance, I would save your life, as you have saved my brother's. And I intend on keeping that promise."

Bonnie remained silent, as Elijah moved in closely. She felt everything part of her being stiffen when he placed a hand to her face.

She flinched involuntarily, before letting out a shaky sigh, as his fingers caressed along her chin, and his thumb smoothed over her soft cheek. She tried not to look into his eyes, but she ultimately failed, as she felt his own charcoal orbs blazing right through her, like fire burning up her soul. She'd always found something about Elijah so commanding; something about him could either scare the life out of you, or calm you, in an incredibly amazing way, without him saying so much as a word, at all.

Right now, she felt calm.

As he gently felt her skin, and she reluctantly drowned into his eyes, she was feeling strangely at peace; and she didn't understand how he had done it, at all.

A minute ago, she was crying, and in a pretty clear fit of rage; a minute ago, she broke his fucking window.

But now? Now, she almost felt okay. She felt like she could breathe. And that could only mean one thing.

"You're falling, Bonnie," he said, in a voice barely above a whisper. "If you don't feed... you will be gone. Is that what you truly desire? If so... I can leave you; I will let you go, in peace."

Before Bonnie could say a word, the door flung open, and her attention was rapidly shifted to two sets of eyes; one brown, the other green, as the visitors quickly descended into the room.

"Elena? Stefan?" Bonnie asked in an airy voice, and the doppelganger erupted into a sob as she ran over to her, and threw her arms around her shoulders.

"Oh my god, Bonnie!" she cried. "We've been looking everywhere for you!" she said, as she pulled away, and wiped her eyes.

Bonnie's brows furrowed as she looked at their attire.

Elena was dressed in a long, beige, gown, decorated with stone around the waist, and sparkles at the chest. Stefan was wearing a suit, too, with a tie that matched Elena's dress, as well. She suddenly noticed the corsage on Elena's hand, and it began to trigger something.

Prom. She was at her senior prom.

But that wasn't the only thing that triggered. The sweet smell of Elena's blood was filling the air, as the girl stood right before her, and Bonnie felt her heart race increase the moment it infiltrated her senses.

Bonnie breathed calmly, though she was becoming a bit anxious, and Stefan's eyes widened just when he realized what was happening.

"Elena, time to go," he said, as he kept his eyes on Bonnie's, that seemed to be focused on the doppelgangers neck. "Now."

Elena shook her head furiously, and grabbed Bonnie's hand.

"She has to come with us, Stefan! She can't stay here-"

"She needs to stay," Elijah cut in, but Elena gripped her tighter. "You do not see what has happened, do you, Elena?... The bloodlust... it's beginning to take over."

The brunette stood there, confused, as Bonnie's eyes met hers, and she cocked her head when she suddenly felt a growing intensity in her appearance.

"Bloodlust? Witches don't-" Elena stopped, and her eyes turned to a ghostly white as she dropped Bonnie's fingers, and began to tremble. "I-I don't... Bonnie, no. "You're not... You can't be, right?"

Bonnie remained quiet, and Stefan grabbed Elena by the hands.

"Elena, we need to go-"

"Are you in transition?" Elena asked, and Bonnie remained quiet, as she tried to focus on anything else, other than running over to Elena, and attacking her.

"Bonnie has made her decision," Elijah said flatly. "It's... best if you say goodbye," he added, and Elena's face upturned in horror at his simple words.

Bonnie didn't say a word.

Tears flooded Elena's cheeks, as she shook her head viciously. Stefan finally grabbed her around the waist, as he attempted to bring her out of the room.

"Elena-"

"No!" she shouted, as he held her, and she struggled to kick free. "No, Bonnie! Please," she cried, and Bonnie shut her eyes, as the sound of Elena's sobbing drowned against the beating of her heart. "You can't leave me!"

"I'm sorry," Bonnie said blankly. "Please, Stefan- get her out of here... Tell everyone... I said goodbye," she added, and Stefan's eyes met hers, with despair, but he nodded silently. "I just- I can't-"

"I know," he said softly. "I know."

Bonnie's lip trembled, and without another word, she watched as Stefan gave Elijah a silent glance, and the dragged a damn near kicking and screaming Elena out of his bedroom.

Bonnie held a hand to her heart as the door locked behind them, and she waited for the sound of Elena's crying to disappear from her ears.

It lingered even after she left, though.

Bonnie gulped softly, as she mindlessly sat down on the bed, and felt the water fill her eyes, once more. She never imagined that seeing Stefan or Elena would be so hard; she didn't even anticipate how difficult it'd be to say goodbye.

She eased her legs onto the bed, and lay face up, as she looked at the ceiling. Elijah continued to stand there, as he watched the water trickle down from her eyes, and onto his pillow.

He immediately felt overwhelmed with the sight, as he studied her; this eighteen year old girl, who was full of fight, and full of heart, awaiting her permanent death, as her life passed her by, too soon.

All she ever wanted to do was protect everyone. All she really wanted was to be happy.

It reminded him of his own days, as a human, before he had become a vampire. His life was all about protecting others- it always had been. His family and his friends had always been a top priority, and much like Bonnie, he never thought twice about laying his life on the line.

He believed he could help her, by at least giving her an option, but it was clear that he failed. Bonnie Bennett was going to die.

Elijah sighed gently, as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, and turned away to exit the room. The least he could do was provide her with the privacy to fade away with her decision.

"I imagine you don't want me here," he said softly. "I- respect your decision, Bonnie. I will leave you be."

Bonnie didn't respond, and Elijah slowly placed his hand on the knob to exit the room. He really didn't want to leave her, but what else could he do? He would have liked to see this play out very differently, but he could not change the past, or future.

Bonnie was in control of her own freewill.

Elijah opened the door, and he suddenly heard Bonnie's voice escape her lips, quite meekly, as it settled onto his ears.

"How long does it take... to die?"

Elijah slowly turned around, and he studied the blank expression on her face as she held onto his pillow tightly. He sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest and pursed his lips.

"It can take up to 24 hours. However... most of the time, it's sooner. Much sooner," he said gently.

Bonnie's expression didn't falter or fluctuate. She only seemed to settle in, once more, as her eyes remained focused on his. He could already see the life in her eyes beginning to leave her, with each passing moment.

"Will you stay with me... until then?" she asked, and his brows furrowed in surprise at the question that he never expected to leave her lips.

He was sure Bonnie hated him, and everyone else, for being in this situation.

She must have read the look of propensity on his face, as she immediately shook her head, and ran her hands over her flushed face. She seemed to suddenly regret it.

"I-I'm sorry, that was stupid. You don't-"

"Of course I will stay with you," Elijah interrupted, and Bonnie's expression seemed to turn to one of gratitude when the Original quietly walked back over towards the bed, and stood there for a second.

He pressed his fingers to her forehead, gently, as he felt the temperature of her skin. Bonnie's lids blinked heavily, as she looked up at him.

"Is it bad?" she asked, and he shook his head.

"Not yet."

Bonnie inhaled softly as she gradually moved over, and Elijah got into bed next to her. She hesitantly placed her head on his chest, and in return, he wrapped his strong arms around her shoulders.

She stared off at the wall for a few more moments, as the two lay there in silence. Elijah's hand involuntarily stroked at her dark brown hair, and she couldn't help but realize the calming effect that it had on her. With each stroke of his fingertips, she felt closer and closer to peace, whilst the fear began to evaporate from her bones.

She held onto him tightly- much tighter than she even conscious of- before finally looking his eyes, that had been transfixed on her, all the while.

"Why are you going through all of this trouble, for me? I find it really hard to believe that... I matter to you, Elijah."

Elijah sighed softly, but he never lifted his fingers from her hair. Instead, he held her in closer, and cleared his throat before answering.

"Because you are deserving of it, Bonnie-"

"Deserving of someone laying on my deathbed with me?"

"You're worth the trouble- you always have been. And... the thing that saddens me most, about you, is that you've never realized it; you've never realized that you deserve each and every thing that this world has to offer. Including life- your life matters, Bonnie; you have a purpose. And it isn't just to save everyone... it rings much deeper."

Bonnie laughed in disbelief at that.

"I was a witch, Elijah- it was what I was meant to do. I was meant to save people; I was supposed to be caring."

"But... you are no longer a witch, now, and... what's your excuse, now? For not caring about yourself enough to see that, perhaps, there is another way?"

Bonnie breathed in deeply at that. She didn't want to discuss this anymore- or ever.

"I don't... want to talk about this anymore, Elijah. I just... I've made up my mind."

He didn't say a word, and Bonnie rolled away to face the other direction.

She hated that for every word she said, he had a rebuttal; for every thought that she had, he had one, too. She didn't want anyone making her second guess herself, and it seemed as though that was exactly what Elijah intended to do.

Bonnie hugged her arms around herself tightly, feeling a swarm of anger rapidly developing within her bones.

Who the hell was he to tell her what to do? He may have been living on this Earth for far too long, but that didn't mean that he knew a thing about her. Nobody did.

"I did not mean to upset you," Elijah said clearly. "That was never my intention."

Bonnie didn't reply to that, as she kept her eyes on his window- the curtain gently blowing with the breeze, as she attempted to clear her head.

She was dying- and she wanted to do it in peace.

After a long moment of quiet, she half-expected him to get up and leave. She expected to just give up; cut his losses, and come to terms with the fact that she didn't want to discuss her life, or lack thereof, anymore. She just wanted to sleep- float away into the empty corners of her mind, and uninhibited parts of her soul.

But he didn't leave- he didn't even make a move to.

Instead, and much to her surprise, he shifted to face her direction, and she felt his chest pressed against her back. His arms slowly held her at the waist and, without a word at all, his lips placed a firm kiss on the top of her head.. His mouth lingered there, for a moment much longer than it had to, and her skin immediately began to heat up at the motion.

Why was he doing this to her?

"You'll remember, Bonnie," he said, almost as if to answer her internal question. "You'll remember it all," Elijah whispered.

Bonnie blinked softly, but she didn't say a word. Instead, she shut her eyes, and took in a deep breath, as she prayed she would drift off into unconsciousness sooner, rather than later.

Her body felt warm, but she could begin to feel sleep settling onto her, like the way the ocean waves crashed onto the beach. It was powerful and and she was drowning, but that's all that she really wanted to do- she wanted to drown; to drift away to a moment where she'd finally be at peace.

She would have to let her end come too soon.