Bonnie Bennett Pov

"I'm so happy you called Bonnie. How have you been?" Abby, my mother asked.

I smiled. "Me too." It's been five years since Enzo's death. "It's been sometime.. but I've been very good."

"So tell me, How was Egypt?"

I took a breath, then let it out. "Honestly, it was lonely. It has been years since I've spoken to Caroline or Elena, and even though it's been peaceful-"

"Bonnie, Bonnie. I know what you're going to say.. I've spoken to Elena. She's doing well."

"Caroline?"

"I couldn't get a hold of her… She was pretty busy."

I nod. "It's better this way. They have their own lives and families, it's time I get mine. Right?" I laughed to myself.

"Excuse me?" Abby and I turn to look across the diner table we sat at. "I'm sorry to interrupt, Are you Bonnie? Bonnie Bennett?" Ask, a 5'9 tan skin guy with low cut black hair and glasses.

He reminded me of Enzo.

"I know this may sound strange..." He says, wearing a black tuxedo and black tie and shoes, as if he was dressed for a funeral. "My name is Raviv 'Angelo' Andino. Lorenzo St John, was my great-great-great uncle."

"Lorenzo?" Abby says questionably.

I tilted my head confused. "En- Enzo? Enzo's-"

"Dead. Was killed. Yes, I'm aware. I'm also aware that you were …very close with him, when he died." He says fast.

I was actually his girlfriend, but whatever.

"I'm sorry, who are you again?" I ask. "Enzo, never had a family." I noted. "Lorenzo was orphaned as a child, he didn't have a family. The age of four, he was forced into workhouses. By fourteen, he was living out on the streets trying to survive."

"He indeed had a family." He corrected me.

"Raviv? Is it?" Abby asks.

"Please, call me Angelo. Raviv was my father's name." He says with a small smile, and there must be bad blood, or too much expectations that comes with the Raviv name- he feels he hasn't yet meant.

"Well, Angelo?"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"How did you find my daughter? How did you know she knew Enzo?" I wonder if my mother's vampire instincts were telling her not to trust this guy.

Angelo glanced at me then back to Abby, then cleared his throat. "I've been searching for Lorenzo St John since I was seventeen years old."

"How so?" I say, not buying it. "How could someone who believed he had no family be-"

"Because.. I read the diaries of Dalton St. John and his ancestors."

"Dalton?" I whispered. I am familiar with the name.

"Who?" Abby asks.

"He was a member of The Armory and the brother of the founder of the organization. He is the great-grandfather of Alexandria, Yvette and Virginia, and the uncle of Enzo. He opened the vault that held Damon and Enzo." I glanced at her then back to Angelo. "Do you have these diaries with you?"

"No." He shook his head. "Last I knew of them… Damon Salvatore burned them." He says, and it's been a very long time since I had the desire to hear that name.

I nod. "I cannot help you." I say fast, already knowing all things that lead to Damon, Elena or Caroline will lead me to pain.

Stefan is gone, yet I can hear him say… 'Let Damon be.' Damon was clearly happy with Elena and Caroline is happy with Alaric.

"Bonnie Bennett? I know you have more pressing things to worry about, but I promise… if you help me re-find my uncle's diaries, I will be in your debt." He practically begs, and something about his eyes reminded me so much of Enzo, even though his eyes were more innocent.

Yet, he has no idea how dangerous the Armory-Vampire world is. They experimented on both Enzo and Damon. I know some parts of the Armory still exist, and they may kill anyone who looks for the truth.

I sighed, glancing at Abby.

"It's up to you Bonnie, but just make sure it's something you want?"

I nod, looking at Angelo Andino. "Fine, I haven't spoken to Damon or Elena in years but I need to know what happened to Enzo after he was born in 1876." I say with a shrug.

Emmalynn Bennett Pov

*Flashback*

Year 1887

*Dream*

We follow the coordinates left in our mentor Dalton's journal.

In the middle of the woods, it was dark, cold, and wet.

Where they investigate the disappearance of several campers. In search of a creature the Native American legends knew well.

"I found it." My sister's and I heard an unknown person yell.

Keziah's head looked my way fast. "Who the hell is that?"

"I don't know, but clearly he has a death-wish."

"Maybe he wants the Wendigo to find him." Naysa says to us, and just as Keziah turns to continue to lead- a dark, tall long-shadow appears in front of her.

"Keziah!" I scream.

Naysa screamed and I ran towards my older sister. Keziah shot her gun too late and the monster hit her to the ground.

"Ahhh!" Naysa yells charging as another monster comes for us.

"Naysa? Wait!" I say.

A Wendigo human-self instantly turns into a man and as he steps towards me, I froze.

Dark brown eyes, jet black hair and tan skin that radiated as water.

In a blink the cannibalism has transformed, standing right in front of me like he wanted to tell me a secret.

I have to get away.

"I can't ... move. You should get away." I spoke.

I stumble into a waterfall.

He laughs.

The heat inside me started to rise.

Oh no.

"Are you okay?"

"No." I glance over.

He takes my face in his hands.

"How can I help you?"

"Help me?" I ask.

He smiles, showing his teeth. His fangs. "You found me, I want you."

"To help me... you mean?" I smile. He must have misspoke.

"You found me, and it took you long enough." He leans his lips to mine and for some sick reason, I waited for our lips to brush.

*End Of Dream*

I jump up out of my sleep.

Looking around, the fire was gone from the pit and Keziah turned the stick to close the chimney. "Em, wake up. Time to go."

I sat frozen on the floor.

I should tell her my dream.

"Are you okay? Do you want some water?" Naysa asks politely, with her armor vest and backpack on.

"No time. Grab your gun and stuff. Let's go." Keziah said, and we were already late for the town meeting.

Tonight will be different.

I will not hesitate, and will not put my sisters in danger.

Our parents are gone. This is our fresh start to what's fate, to continue on with their legacy.

It's the only way we'll make it through, to save people... to save others from the pain of losing their loved-ones from the creatures that go bump in the night.

*End Of Flashback*