Chapter 4

Bonnie felt like she was floating. As she got closer to the building she realized it was the Lockwood mansion. Like a ghost she somehow floated through the wall and into a room where 4 women and 3 men sat talking. She instinctively knew that they were all Heretics. She recognized Lily Salvatore, and a few nameless faces from her previous dreams about them. Their lips were moving but Bonnie struggled to hear them or make out their words. She knew that she was invisible to them and as she got closer she could see and sense that the 7 Heretics in that room were afraid, despite their physical and magical strength. She thought she heard them say a name – Tina…? Trina...?

Bonnie felt as if her feet had landed on the ground as she continued to try and figure out what they were saying. Out of nowhere she felt a hand slide down her arm from behind, which made her jump. As she turned around she saw that it was Enzo St. John. Confused, she quickly turned back towards the Heretics to see if she had become visible to them, but they were still unaware of her presence. She turned back to face Enzo. He put a finger to his lips and made a "shhh" sound. Bonnie felt frozen in place as he lifted a hand to stroke her face, moving in to kiss her. Before his mouth could reach hers the sudden sound of an explosion broke her out of her trance, and out of her dream.

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Enzo stood in the kitchen of the Salvatore Boarding House making coffee. Aside from bags of blood and the never ending source of Bourbon that Damon kept at the Boarding House, coffee was the other beverage that was always in supply since Enzo had moved there. He could probably add Cherry Cola to that list now that Bonnie was staying there too, since she seemed to drink as much of the stuff as Damon drank Bourbon. Stop thinking about her, he told himself. Directing his thoughts away from the beautiful green eyed, purple haired Huntress, Enzo considered that the Armory would probably find Damon to be an interesting subject if they ever decided to study alcoholism in vampires. Maybe the alcohol was contributing to turning him soft since he'd been drinking non-stop since Elena left. And while Damon still obsessed over Elena, Enzo was starting to obsess over Bonnie.

Bonnie had been on his mind all night and the fact that she'd slept in a room just across the hall from his room did not help. He couldn't resist using his vamp hearing to zone in on her from his bedroom. The sound of her sobbing quietly to herself in the shower the night before hit him right in the gut. She put on such a strong front but Bonnie was in turmoil over the news about her mother being one of the Armory's projects and he felt like an asshole for listening in on her with less than innocent thoughts when she was so vulnerable. Of course that didn't stop him from hearing her tossing and turning half the night, and then the soft sound of her breathing when she finally fell asleep. He also heard when she woke up, presumably from some disturbing dream, at 5:30am and changed her clothes to go out for a morning run. She was turning him into some supernatural stalker. Not a good look. He needed to get it into his head that she was a Huntress and he was a vampire - natural enemies - instead of picturing her naked in the shower while he used his supernatural abilities to basically spy on her. Easier said than done, he thought when Bonnie walked into the kitchen.

He tried his hardest not to look at her but temptation got the better of him. She wore black leggings and a black tank top with white sneakers. The tight sportswear did not help his situation, showing off the perfection of her curves and making him feel like a teenage boy in heat. Her hair was up in a messy bun and some of her violet coloured curls fell free, framing her face. Her skin was sweaty from the run, but it looked more like she was glowing.

"What?" Bonnie asked Enzo looking at him suspiciously.

"Nothing," he replied, turning away to try and focus on making his coffee.

She walked past him to grab a glass, then back past him again to get some water from the tap. She drank half the glass in one go. Despite the fact that she was sweaty he could still smell her warm vanilla scent.

"Rough night?" he asked her pouring himself a cup of coffee and turning to lean with his back against the kitchen counter.

"Why do you ask?" she responded taking another drink of water and walking to the central island in the kitchen where she stood opposite him mirroring his stance.

"You were up and out pretty early for your run considering you had such a late night," he told her before sipping his coffee.

"How do you know what time I was up and what I was doing? Were you spying on me?" she asked raising an eyebrow.

Damn it! Enzo thought to himself biting his bottom lip. Now she thinks I'm some weirdo stalker. "The walls aren't exactly thick here. I heard you leave and saw you from my window," he said looking at her as innocently as possible.

She looked at the clock on the microwave. It was 7:30am. Her expression softened. "Got a lot on my mind."

"Well, obviously," Enzo replied with a slight smirk and a little sarcasm.

Bonnie gave him a slight smile before looking away. "I dreamt about the Heretics last night," she informed him.

"Really, what happened...?"

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Bonnie knew she shouldn't be telling him about her dream. Huntresses were supposed to work alone (a rule she'd already broken by teaming up with Jeremy). They were supposed to try and keep their identity a secret. Well, as much as you could keep something like that a secret when you had a life, a family, friends. Another reason she'd kept away from Mystic Falls. Logically she shouldn't trust Enzo St. John. He was a vampire, a stranger, a friend of a Heretic and involved with the Armory. One of those issues alone was enough reason not to trust him. But, the one thing a Huntress could trust 100%, more if it was possible, were her instincts, and her instincts told her that she could trust him with her life. It would be so messed up if she ended up having to kill him. For now though she'd give him the benefit of the doubt.

"Does the name Tina or Trina mean anything to you?" Bonnie asked Enzo trying to avoid thinking about the part of the dream where he'd almost kissed her. And trying to avoid thinking about how good his biceps looked in his t-shirt... The way the material was tight enough to show the width of his chest, but not so tight it made him look like he was showing off… The way his deep brown gaze focused on her as if he could see her thoughts… It seriously pissed her off that he was able to distract her this way. It pissed her off even more that he'd found his way into her dreams. It was rare for Bonnie to dream about anything other than Huntress related issues and occasionally her Mom, so this was a big deal.

He took another sip of his drink. "Tina...Trina..." Enzo said, mulling it over and shaking his head. "Don't think so."

"Ok," Bonnie responded. She looked down in thought.

"Anything else?" he asked looking at her expectantly.

She looked up slowly to meet his gaze. "They're scared," she told him. "The Heretics are scared."

"Well with you, the Hunters and the Armory after them they should be," he commented.

"What does the Armory want with the Heretics?" she asked him.

Enzo realised his mistake. He hadn't meant to let her know that the Heretics were on the Armory's acquisition list. This automatic trust thing that he had going on with Bonnie was getting to be a real pain in his ass. He hadn't even told Lily that he was involved with the Armory yet and she was the closest to a mother-figure to him as anyone was ever going to get.

Enzo looked away for a moment contemplating how much to reveal.

"Don't tell me? More experiments," Bonnie said with a snigger.

"Probably," he responded. There was no point in trying to deny it.

"Why are they here? Do they know the Armory wants them?" Bonnie inquired.

"They know someone other than a Hunter or Huntress is after them. They never stay anywhere too long. They're basically a moving target," he informed her.

"So you haven't told Lily Salvatore about the Armory?"

"Not yet," he replied.

"Why not?"

"Let's just say that the Armory has very powerful resources. Combine that with being secretive and staying under the radar, you'd never see an attack coming. It's more than enough reason for even the Heretics to be fearful and not counter-attack without a solid plan," he warned her, referring to her desire to rescue her mother ASAP. "Actually the Armory operates like you in many ways."

She picked up on his warning and it annoyed her. "Powerful? Yes. Anonymous? Yes. But I don't treat people like animals – human or supernatural - by experimenting on them. I actually have a moral code," she corrected him. "You still didn't answer my question properly; why haven't you told Lily about the Armory?"

He folded his arms across his chest. Damn him and his muscles, Bonnie thought distracted for a moment.

"I'm still trying to gather information," he responded.

"Like what?" Bonnie said.

He sighed. "Bonnie, I'm in the middle of all of this right now. I need to protect myself too. No one else will."

She felt sorry for him in that moment. Clearly he felt as lonely as she did even though they weren't completely alone. It sucked when all the time the only person you had to take care of you was yourself. Nevertheless, she didn't want to show him any signs of weakness so she gave him a look that said I know you're trying to be secretive, but if I really want to I can get the information out of you. And they both knew she could.

They looked at each other for several seconds. A sense of understanding growing between them. The attraction getting stronger. They were a couple of lone wolves. Both with the personality traits of the wolf too – powerful instincts, intelligence, loyalty, courage, a strong desire for freedom.

Before the staring got too intense Damon strolled into the kitchen, pausing when he saw Bonnie and Enzo with their eyes locked on one another.

"Am I interrupting something?" Damon asked looking between Enzo and Bonnie sensing the tension in the room.

"No," they said together turning to look at Damon.

Enzo sipped more of his coffee while Bonnie finished off her water and walked over beside Enzo to put the glass in the sink. Her arm accidently brushed his as she turned around to walk away and they looked at each other for a second aware of the tingling sensation on their skin from such a minor touch.

"I better go call my Dad," Bonnie said walking away from Enzo as quickly as possible, past Damon and out of the kitchen.

Damon watched Bonnie leave and then looked at Enzo with a what the hell is going on? look on his face. Enzo just shrugged and went back to finishing his drink.

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"This is Rudy Hopkins, I can't take your call right now. Please leave a message and I'll get back to you."

Bonnie was partly relieved when her Dad's phone went to voicemail. She needed to see him, but things had been awkward between them ever since Bonnie became a Huntress. It was as if he thought she'd become a different person just because she had a new role to fulfill in life. Anyway, Bonnie decided she'd deal with her Dad after figuring out what to do about her Mom.

She walked back into the kitchen. "Damon...seriously?" she said seeing the bottle of Bourbon in his hand. "It's barely 8am."

His response was to take a huge gulp of the drink while looking directly at her. Bonnie looked at Enzo who shrugged with a this is what he does look on his face. Bonnie rolled her eyes.

"What's the plan for today then?" Damon asked.

Bonnie was about to answer when her phone, which was still in her hand, rang. The two men watched her as she checked the screen.

"It's just Jeremy," she said as she cut off the ringing tone instead of answering the call.

Enzo felt a spark of jealously. He sensed that Jeremy and Bonnie had history. The way they spoke to each other was too familiar. And he'd noticed the way that Jeremy looked at Bonnie during the short period of time he'd observed them together at the Gilbert house. The kid might still have a crush on Bonnie but it looked like any feelings she had were long gone, so Enzo didn't get where his jealousy was coming from.

"You're going in to the Armory today aren't you?" Bonnie asked Enzo, interrupting his thoughts.

"Yes. And before you get any ideas don't try and follow me. If they find out who you are-" he began.

"I know. I might but stubborn but I'm not irrational," she assured him.

"I'll see what I can find out about your Mum," he promised.

"And the Heretics too?" she asked.

"As long as you keep to your word and don't target Lily," he said.

"For now," she answered after a pause.

Enzo looked at her annoyed that she was suggesting she'd go back on her word.

"Enzo, that's all I can promise right now. If I'm being led to Lily it's for a reason. I told you, a Huntress will only purposely go after vampires that are extremely out of control," she reasoned sincerely.

His jaw tensed, but he understood even if he didn't like it. "I better get going," he said beginning to leave the room.

"Thanks, Enzo," Bonnie said to him.

He looked at her as he left the room giving her a tense smile.

Damon gave Bonnie a knowing look.

"What?" Bonnie said, waiting for Damon to come off with some suggestive comment about her and Enzo.

He just shrugged.

"So what are you gonna do today Bonnie the vampire slayer?" Damon asked.

"I was gonna see my Dad, but that's a no go. I should try Caroline. Is she at work?"

"Probably. I can call Stefan and find out?" Damon replied.

"Does Stefan work with her?" Bonnie asked confused.

"Oh, they definitely do some kind of work together," Damon said suggestively.

Bonnie's eyebrows knitted together in further confusion.

"You got a lot to catch up on, Bon Bon," Damon told her.

Sorry it has taken me so long to update this fic. I hope you find it's worth continuing, if so I'll try to update more quickly.