It's been a long time since I've revisited this story but you guys didn't give up on so I couldn't either. It was super emotionally draining to write. Here is the last part to a saga where we get an answer. Enjoy loves!

Put this on in the background, BELIEVE ME PEOPLE! This song makes the difference.

Sigur Ross- Luppulagio (repeat if you want)

"Okaay." I said suspiciously.

I stepped inside and my senses were overwhelmed. My nostrils burned and my eyes were starting to tear up from the smell of her. That intense comforting feeling was back with a vengeance and I had to struggle to control my shallow breathing. Despite it, for some reason I wanted to curl up into a ball on the carpet and fall asleep. Not because I was tired but because I knew I was safe here. This was comforting somewhat because I knew how witches, especially Bennett witches, felt about vampires being in their space.

I blinked a couple of times as I realized that I was standing in Bonnie Bennett's bedroom. I'd never gotten so much as an invitation into her house and now I was in her personal sanctuary.

"Never thought I'd be in here..this way." I let my voice trail out as my eyes scanned the space.

I was surprised, it was huge. Wow.

Her work desk had papers neatly stacked, her laptop was positioned precisely and the surface was stretched so far it conveniently took up an entire wall. She had a bulletin board above her computer filled with notes and pictures of things she found important. I wanted to take a closer look, but the desk was directly in front of me across the room and there was a lot in here I'd miss if I did that. Starting to take a step forward, I chanced a glance over my shoulder to make sure I didn't miss anything and almost jumped when I saw my reflection.

I've looked better.

There was a full length mirror with a dark purple frame on the back of the door. Next to the door on the left there was a small vanity. The stool underneath the countertop had a black & white floral print on it and looked smooth to the touch. Not that I was into what girls put on their faces, but I wanted to know about Bonnie's for some reason. Looking at the spread, I noticed there were only five products, two hair brushes and a sort of satin scarf thing.

Mm?

"A naturalist are we, Bennett? "Something on the bulletin board moved and the top sheet of stacked paper floated to the floor.

Okay, that was weird. Moving on.I quickly passed the mirror again and stopped when the wall became a nook. She had a personal reading nook on the right side of the wall.

No wonder she never minded those late night research sessions,she liked to read.

And boy did she because above the seat situated inside the wall, her black bookcase touched the ceiling and she had filled every possible slot. There was only one space vacant. Hmm.I looked down at the white cushion and low and behold, there was a book flipped upside down laying across the two blankets she had neatly folded. I reached down to pick it up.

"What were you reading Judgey?" My interest was piqued to say the least.

I turned the book over and my eyebrows dissolved into my hairline. I knew this book. I had read this book, two hundred and eight times to be exact. I'd never admit this out loud, but I could quote the book in my hand. She had been reading Call of The Wild by Jack London.The title stared back at me and I was glad no one was here to see me look like I swallowed a hairball. I never pegged Bonnie for a classic's girl, but when I explored the pages I put it together.

As I flipped there were pen marks, highlights, underlines, stains from dropped food, smudges from liquid spills and her handwriting in certain corners of some turned down pages. She had even circled half of page 197 and I could see that the outline of those words had been dissolved like she cried over them. It was weird going through someone else's copy of the book, but as soon as I saw the back of the cover saying:

Happy 13th Birthday Bonnie. Love Grams

I knew that this wasn't a school assigned reading. She loved this book. This was her favorite book. It was mine too.

"Just full of surprises, aren't you, Bonnie Bennett?" I made sure I drew out her name.

I didn't know why I continued talking to air like someone would respond. Maybe it was was the events of the day, or the century. Or the fact that I had been losing sleep over a teenage girl who could barely tolerate me. Maybe I hoped that someone with a pension for morality, answered back.

Maybe I was crazy.

I put the book back where I found it and glanced out of a window on my way to her bed. It looked like a normal morning. Everything in Mystic Falls seemed to be breathing it's first breath; yellows and greens masked the true nature of the monsters that lived in the shadows. The sky had opened up since I'd been here and I saw that the sun had slowly made her appearance.

It was early and peaceful in a way only mornings could be. Bonnie's room was peaceful for a different reason.

I stood by the bed for only a second before my ass started to vibrate. I knew without checking that it was Elena and I knew what she wanted. The phone was still moving from left to right in my pocket when I touched the bed post. It was smooth. It must have been black oak I concluded as I slid my fingers over it like I was caressing a woman's bo-

The phone stopped buzzing.

I'll call her later.

I kept my hand on the bed post as I slowly chanced attempting to sit on the perfectly made bed. I braced myself for the possibility that the bed frame might give out. My muscles clenched into stones as my jeans made contact with the black and white floral print comforter. My leather jacket groaned like rusty hinges on a old door as I let go of the bed post. I bounced a little when I finally started to breathe again.

My hand hit a pillow and I felt the cloud of softness it had for me when I moved it. The handprint was still there. It made the deep purple of the pillowcases brighten two shades. So I quickly ran a hand over it again to fix it before I remembered.

She won't sleep here tonight.

I had been thinking about Bonnie Bennett for hours now and it was starting to get to me. I was conflicted. It wasn't that I felt sad she was gone- that wasn't the case. I was confused as to why I felt like a whole section of me died with her, after I heard the news, that I questioned. The sensation inside my chest reminded me of a day I never spoke of after it happened.

After she happened. My first love meant the world to me.

I would have-and did- kill for her. I ended generations of people in honor of her. I left a path of blood in her name. The fact that I loved her surpassed any explanation for the things I did to make sure I saw her again. I needed to have the intensity of her love in my life to make me feel whole, something I had never been before.

She made me feel alive even though she was dead.

That was before she betrayed me. That was before I felt a chunk of the Damon I used to be evaporate into thin air. A nothingness I should have been familiar with.

It hurt because I loved her, I remembered what it felt like.

As I sat on the bed I started to feel that sensation again but this time it wasn't for Katherine.

It was for Bonnie.

Deep down I knew it was true but the realization made me shake my head like it would spill the thought from my brain. It didn't so I steadied my palms as I put all my weight on them. I had started to push off of the bed when my left hand went from room temperature to sauna scorching.

"OUCH!" I said shaking my hand to cool it down.

I rubbed it and checked it for damages. It looked fine and had instantly returned back to its previous chill.

I sat on the edge of the bed for a minute just trying to figure out why I kept feeling like I was having a hot flash.

I mean I know I'm old but...come on.

"What is going on?"

I got off the bed and walked around it halfway before my knees collided with something extremely hard.

"Ahh…Shit." I huffed it out to mask the irritation I had for the Bennetts and their placement of furniture.

Not again with the chairs.

I peered down and saw that it was a hope chest I ran into. At the end of the bed, positioned on the carpet in front of it, sat a black chest with a purple cushion. I started to think, at that moment, that purple was her favorite color.

I would have just kept walking like I didn't scuff the leather of my boots, if it wasn't for something that caught my eye. It didn't look like it belonged there. In a room so neat, so pristine, so organized. It was peeking out like it wanted to be found. Naturally I wanted to know what it was so I bent down to get a closer look.

"Whacha got hiding in there, Judgey?"

I lifted the cushion until the chest opened and reached in. What I pulled out almost made me choke on the memory alone.

It was soft. It was softer than I had envisioned it, to be honest. But it was still as ugly as I remembered. All paisley designs outlined in brown and burgundy, mixed with a green that resembled the resurgence of a rotten cheeseburger. It was a blouse. The same blouse I almost killed her in.

I balled the tiny fabric up in my hands as I flashed back to that night in the woods. I had ripped into her flesh like it was sushi without caution. I did it knowing she wouldn't survive unless someone saved her and that night, it wasn't me. I remembered the taste of her blood in my mouth as I felt her screams reverberate in my eardrums. I could still feel the weight of her body erase when she blacked out.

It all happened in this shirt.

And right now it was all too much.

The slip of the blouse in my hands felt like redemption never received. It was light and fleeting and I had to remind myself that it was still in my hands. I took my time folding it, making mental notes about the details it had that I never cared about until now.

Damn.

I finished folding the shirt and placed it down. Something next to it glinted with the reflection from the sun.

What was that?

"What the hell is that" I whispered.

Swiping my hand across a jagged surface I expected whatever it was to cut me. It felt pointy and cold to the touch. I brought it up and out of the chest, holding it in my right hand while I let the lid close on its own.

I remembered that night.

Every second of that night seemed to wash over me while I held the silver object in my hand. I stared at it for a long time letting the memory take me back.

The music was loud and crappy like it always was at a Mystic Falls function. The decorations were sub-par by the lowest of standards thanks to Vampire Barbie and her slew of planning minions. And there was no alcohol in sight, as usual. Good thing I had brought my own.

I hadn't really expected to react to seeing her the way I did if I were being completely honest with myself, to tell the truth. I was just glad Elena was too much of a bitch at that time to notice that I gazed at her a couple seconds too long when I found her in the crowd. Dodged a bullet on that one.

Bonnie was stunning, absolutely breathtaking. Her hair fell to frame her face in loose waves or curls or whatever you call them. Her jewelry was simple & understated like it always was but fit the occasion perfectly. I approved. She wasn't trying too hard and seemed to be having a great time. I could see the glow her skin was giving off from across the room. She moved around the dance floor like she was floating on air. She was graceful yet strong just like that night Klaus tried to kill her. And just like that night, I could tell something was secretly bothering her. Her clueless date which turned out to be Quarterback, could not. Stupid humans.

Even before they announced the results, I knew she would be Prom Queen. She was filled to the brim with honesty, truth, morality, beauty- basically all the requirements of small town royalty. Everyone loved her. I don't think she had ever made an enemy in her life. I, on the other hand, would need a century just to list names of the non-related ones. But as she took the stage to accept the crown I was now holding in my hand, I could see why. Her blinding smile was intoxicating and you could get drunk on her happiness. They cheered for what seemed like hours. Some were genuinely excited for her while other wished they could trades places. But it was clear though, that Bonnie Bennett was everything everyone wanted to be.

I released a breath I didn't think I was holding as I placed the crown back into the chest and closed it again. There were far too many memories in this place. I wondered how she could sleep in a room filled with them.

Continuing straight ahead, I finally reached the desk and up close it was even more organized than I could have ever imagined. She was a neat freak. There were countless tiny tabs on the ends of papers, several clips on stacks of sheets, and tons of folders with labels in her handwriting. She was meticulous and damn near a perfectionist. No wonder she wasn't a fan of the half-assed plans Team Mystic Falls came up with. Bonnie liked to have every detail accounted for, every option considered. I used to think she was just being contrary and a little to much like Vampire Barbie for my tastes. Now I could clearly see that she was just being herself.

I liked her like that.

Scanning her desk I couldn't find anything to be out of the ordinary and a part of me felt like I would be too much of a douche by searching through her documents, so I didn't. Every single sheet would stay exactly where it was just in case she com-

I stopped myself from finishing the thought. She's not coming back.

The air in the room began to feel heavier as I dropped my shoulders. I was trying to let go of the invisible weight that had seeped into my bones the moment I stepped in the house. It was a dull ache, a kind of unconscious longing that I wasn't ready to admit I felt for a little witch in a previously big world. One that felt smaller without her.

I needed to get out. Move. Somewhere, anywhere away from these thoughts of her I shouldn't have. Away from all these things I now know about her. Things she should have been able to tell me, things she should be here to tell me. I tried to convince my feet that getting out of here quickly was important but they didn't listen. Instead of taking me across the room towards the door as fast as I could get there, my boots were inching closer to an armoire where Bonnie kept her underwear.

"Maybe I should stay a while." I smirked to myself excited at the thought of finding something scandalous in her drawers.

I bent down to open the first drawer to peruse her intimates and never got the chance because the big book of witch recipes was staring at me from the surface of the armoire. It was larger than I remembered or maybe it was just that Bonnie's hands were so small that it looked huge when she held it, I don't know, but a part of me started to miss her all over again.

I knew from centuries of lets call it "fraternizing" with the witches, sleeping with them actually, that they always had ways of protecting their own kind. Some loophole that I never saw coming. Some consequence that would restore that "balance" they were so fond of. So I didn't doubt that their books would be any different. I decided to reach for it anyway being the handsome rebel that I am. I picked it up and felt the weight of it in my hands, it was heavy even to a strapping vampire like me but somehow Bonnie always made it appear featherlight. By the dust jacket on the grimoire I could only imagine how long this antique lore had been in her family.

Probably as long as I had sworn to protect it.

Touching it I anticipated the scorch, the singe of my otherwise perfect skin burning before my eyes. I was ready for it to happen and the fact that I knew it was coming somehow made me feel better. Like I still had control over my life and nothing had changed. Elena wasn't devastated. Bonnie wasn't dead. Stefan wasn't texting me.

Shit.

Stefan was texting me.

My phone beeped in my pocket and I reached for it. "What!" I barked like he could hear me.

Why couldn't they leave me alone for one damn minute.

I read it and my frustration got caught in my throat and I held my breath for two reasons. The text he sent me was-well it wasn't like Stefan to be honest. For one, he sent me multiples of his innermost ramblings which he never did. And two, he ended the texts with a secret nickname my mother gave me as a child. Ercolino. Stefan was a baby when she died, so how did he know about it? I hesitated for a second before sending him a reply.

I will take care of it, don't worry little brother. Everything's fine.

As soon as I sent it I knew it was a lie. Nothing would ever be fine again.

Bonnie was dead. She was gone and I was standing in her room with her most prized possession in my hands. Everything wasn't fine. She left a gaping hole in the middle of Mystic Falls that attempted to swallow everyone who knew her whole but I wasn't going down without a fight. So I started flipping through the grimoire. She's not around to stop me.

I was scanning those thick yellow pages of vellum looking for her, like she would pop out of the words. I was flipping so fast the breeze that I caused made me realize the temperature of the room. It was hot. I was sweating and didn't notice it. I stopped flipping momentarily to push my hair from my forehead and when I glanced down again, I saw it. I had found it.

I found the spell to bring her back.

"Gotcha." I drew out for effect and smirked as I ran my fingers over the script.

I was going to rip out the page to put in my jacket but quickly thought better of it. If she did come back to find that I not only touched her grimoire but ripped pages from it, Bonnie would kill me on the spot. I was sure of it. She was a spitfire that girl.

Closing the book I let out a deep breath. "I'm gonna bring you back."

When I said it the air around me started to change and I wasn't sweating anymore. There was a chill that slowly crept into my bones that made me turn my head to see if the windows were open because the papers on her desk floated to the floor at the same time. They weren't open but this time I knew it wasn't a coincidence. I'm a quick study.

"I promise Witchy." I was looking off into the empty space of her bed when I said it. I felt drawn to that area but refused to move from my spot by her dresser. I just stared at the comforter like she would materialize in front of me and I would see her judgmental face again.

I waited.

Nothing.

I waited longer.

The silence swallowed my bones.

I stood there as that comforting cold crawled it's way up my spine and all the way up to my eyes. I didn't try to fight it when the tears came. I dropped my shoulders but not her book.

She's not here anymore.

Leaving her bedroom the way I found it, I took the stairs one by one, slowly admiring the pictures on the wall a little closer, the book still in my hand. Bonnie's kindergarten photo caught my attention and I stopped on the fifth stair to look at it. She looked the happiest I had ever see her with two ponytails, tiny teeth and the biggest smile I had ever seen. Though she were small she still had the same eyes as the Bonnie I had come to know. Warm. Full of light. Beautiful.

"Some things never change." I said to myself as I descended the staircase again looked one last time at her living room and closed the front door behind me.

Standing on the porch staring out into the yard,I thought I heard something but I didn't. I just had this sensation again that made me think of the way she let me twirl her around on the dance floor, us swaying to the beat of a song that had lyrics that seemed to be made for us. Us?

Damon you need a drink.

I could hear what she said to me that night so clearly it felt like she was whispering in my ears. Instinctively I turned only to be met with the houses across the street looking a little less dreadful than when I'd noticed them last. No Bonnie.

I must be crazy.

I had been talking to air for hours now, so I thought why not go out with a bang, as I replied for the last time to a breeze that wouldn't breathe. "Wouldn't want that."

I got in my fabulous car and backed slowly out of Bonnie's driveway. Her house looked empty before I scoured every part of it, now I knew that looks were some deceiving bastards because her house held more personality per inch that any art gallery I'df ever been to. Bennetts.

Tearing down the street I drove as fast as my handsome feet would take me. I glanced over to her grimoire in the passenger seat and thought she might like appreciate having it close to her in "death." Maybe I could leave it there for the ceremony and pick it up later after everyone left.

Yep. Sounds good to me.

My cell rang again for the third time and reminded me. I had a funeral to get to for someone I would be seeing again very soon.

I KNOW YOU THINK IT'S OVER BUT IT'S NOT. I have a surprise I think you guys will appreciate following this chapter. Stay tuned loves! And keep those reviews coming!