Bonnie Bennett Pov

*Two Weeks later*

It has been thirteen days since Paris.

The only true evidence of night and day to help me keep count, has been due to a very small window above the bed I lay on.

From the up and down motion it's been obvious that I've been taken from French to a boat.

The only belongings I hold are the dress I wore at the gala and the piece of jewelry that I bought with it. Anything else that I owned was left in my hotel room in Paris.

I look at the dress in a box near the small mattress I rested on. The dark gray sweatsuit I wear now, I woke up to was placed in a brown paper bag nine days ago.

As the sun began to lower over the ocean, I'm grateful I no longer get sea-sick. Yet, I wonder if there's anyone looking for me.

Jamie or Abby were used to me not calling for days and weeks at a time. My radio silence was normal for them.

The last person I spoke to was my boss Moses Khattab. I wonder if he told anyone of my miraculous disappearance.

I couldn't help but to think of Angelo, or where he could be.

He found me before. His quest to find out who he truly is by the help of Enzo's journals -bought him to me. Yet, I cannot help but wonder what happened to Binyamin Chaska aka Bronzen and Emmalynn Bennett.

As of right now, I have no power, no strength, and no idea who has kidnapped me or why.

Maybe pretty soon, I will be about to fight my way out of this and go so far that no one will ever find me again.

*Dream*

"How was the astounding City Of Lights?" His British accent is thick and seductive.

"Hmm.. not as beautiful without you there to spend it with me." I smiled as he started to kiss me.

He carries me to the bed and drops me gently, his lips never leaving mine.

I remember this. Him.

His hand slips under my shirt, lightly kneading to my chest.

"Oh, have I missed this." Enzo whispers.

I wrap my legs around his waist, holding on as he rocks into me fully clothed.

His kisses were always hot. "Please, stay with me?" I begged.

"I am here, Bonnie. I will always be around for you. I'll wait for you, no matter what."

He helped me overcome so much.

I need this… his touch.

"I will never get enough of your fire, and passion."

"Enzo, you have no idea how lonely it's been without you."

"You're not alone, luv. I will always be with you. As will others." He says, kissing me once more. "Now come, let's go swimming."

I smile.

*End Of Dream*

...

Opening my eyes at the sound of keys rattling against the doorknob, I pulled myself up onto my elbows.

I glared in shock when the hooded, short 5'2 tall, light brown skinned woman rushed in the room.

This has been the fifth time that I've seen her.

With beautifully long dark hair, and a heart-shaped face, she glanced at me removing her hood for the first time in three days.

"Sorry this has taken longer than expected.." Her almond-brown eyes looked at the basket of fruit and bread in hand.

She puts it down on a box that reads 'lifeguard gear', then removes four bottles of water from her olive green rain coat.

Her clothes were odd because it hasn't rained in four days.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"I also bought you some light reading, I cannot imagine the thoughts you have of boredom." She said, slamming a brown colored book down. I leaned closer to read the title with an white skinned guy on the cover.

I hadn't noticed before how pretty she was. He seemed to have some sort or compassion.

"The Picture Of Dorian Gray… Oscar Wilde?" I ask, already have read that book.

He was an Irish poet and play-writer. After writing throughout the 1880s, he became one of the most popular playwrights in London in the early 1890s.

Born October 16, 1854, Ireland he died on November 30, 1900, in Paris, France. I once came across one of his many rings and suit clothes for charities.

"Perhaps you can lend it to your male friend once you re-read it."

"Angelo? How do you know Angelo? How did you find me? Why am I here?"

"Once you get on land. Promise to be careful of that family." She says.

I narrowed my eyes at her completely lost.

"What family? St. John's?" I asked, desperate and relieved that she's finally speaking to me.

"In two days we'll reach the cabin. I will use magic to help protect you there as well. Then I bid you farewell."

"Please, tell me who you are? If you're helping me, then trust that I won't betray or repeat anything you don't want me to." I pleaded.

"It was safer to come to New Orleans hours after New York, just in case someone wasn't far behind. You are in danger, Bonnie. I will help keep you safe by speaking less of my plans."

"At least tell me your name?" I begged.

"I made some peach cobbler. It's from scratch, we had to go a day without food because I overslept but it's good you did as well." She ignored me again.

"Why aren't you answering me? I know you're a witch, at least tell me who's after me."

She exhaled. "I'm sorry. Understand I know you have a lot of questions, and I will soon answer some of them. Alright? For now, eat!" She commanded, then turned to head back out the small door.

If I had any energy, I would rush past her and find my way off this boat.

I guess a part of me feels that deep down she was indeed trying to help me.

I slowly stood from the bed and walked into the tiny bathroom.

There were two brown wash rags and towels near a box of toilet paper in front of a marble shower.

It was obvious she planned to kidnap me before I arrived in Paris or weeks before I met Angelo. Yet I couldn't be sure of any of that until she told me otherwise.

It only took the second time for her to bring me food to feel the connection of Bennett blood. It was that feeling of intuitional trust that I got when I first met my cousin Lucy, I also felt with her the sting of loneliness.

She was helping me because we are blood. We are family. She is a Bennett witch whom I never met before or knew existed.

She kidnapped me to save me, but she is in hiding. From what? I have no idea, but I will find out soon or later. It's just going to take some time.

When she trusts me enough to open up more… I will get her to tell me more of who she is.

Walking back into the small room, I laid back on the bed.

I was hungry, though I was also exhausted more than anything.

She mentioned taking me to a cabin.

Hopefully, she'll tell me more about who I'm in danger from.

…..

*Two Days Later*

With no dreams of Enzo or anyone, I woke up late morning, a little worn, but feeling confused and indifferent as I looked around the huge cabin.

It was old, yet newly rebuilt.

It was very cute and cozy, pillows and blankets made it clear that the fireplace was its only heat for this big-small house.

The lavender and forest green flower patterns made it clear that a woman only lived here.

There was a huge kitchen across the sitting area, no stairs and only one door in or out. There was a television by a hallway towards my left that I'll most likely explore later.

Above the fireplace were lined with old photographs. To my surprise stood Tyler Lockwood tan skinned ancestor standing muscular and focusedly angry beside a browned skin woman.

Just as I picked up the photo, the opening of a door caught my attention.

Walks in the woman from the boat carrying four brown paper bags in her hands. "Oh great, you are up from your slumber. I've come with more food for you."

"Where are we? Is this your cabin? What is this?" I ask to hold up the photograph. "Is this Emmalynn Bennett and?-"

"Tavern Nathaniel Lockwood?" She says cutting me off with a smile and nod, laying the bags on her forest green sofa. "Yes, that's him.. And that's her."

Remembering what I read in Emmalynn's diary makes perfect sense.

"So you're Naysa Bennett? The youngest. How? How are you here? You look so young as if you haven't aged a day?"

"The beauty of magic, you should know that?" She says running her fingers through her wavy hair that fell to her shoulders.

"I've read Emmalynn's diary?"

"I'm aware. I gave it to him for you. I knew once he found the diary... he would one day give it to you. The closer he gets to the truth, the more they'll try to hide it." She says, and it was obvious she meant Angelo.

"Angelo?" I wonder if she was the witch he mentioned before. "Angelo and the Armory?"

"Yes."

"You have a coven?" I asked.

"Coven?"

"Yeah, a witch coven? In New Orleans older witches are known for using 'The Longevity Spell." I say.

She smiles. She was impressed. "You are an intelligent young witch, Bonnie. Perhaps you'll one day use the Spell as well."

"A Spell to prolonged-my life and stunt my aging... I seriously doubt it. I don't fear aging."

"You say that now. I was once like you.." She sighed. "Well.. I would not call my friends a coven... they're just witches who happen to be old friends." She replied and I exhaled, placing that photo back on the fireplace and looking at the rest of the photos.

There's an old photo I've seen before of my grams. She was young, standing in the arms of her first love. He was dark skinned with glasses.

"You've been alive all this time?" I say feeling annoyed. "Grams? Lucy? Every person in these photographs are dead!" I stated.

"And you believe if I was not in hiding they wouldn't be?"

I shrugged. "Maybe, maybe you could have helped them, helped me. Helped us. For years."

"No, Bonnie. We all have our own lives to lead. Sacrificing yourself for others isn't the way. It never has been."

"I'm your family!"

"Exactly! That is why I'm here now, Can't you see? I help those that I can without killing myself in the process. You are not my responsibility. I'm doing what I can. However, I will not die for you or anyone." She says turning for the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Home."

"What? Isn't this your home?"

She laughed. "No Bonnie, it's yours."

"What? No, I cannot stay here. You cannot keep me here for the rest of my life."

"No, however.. It's in my hands to help him stop them. It will take sometime, but I need you to be safe and out of the way."

I took a step towards her. "Naysa, I cannot stay here. I can help you. Is it the Armory you're talking about? The St. Johns? Tell me!"

"I'm sorry, Bonnie. This is for your own protection." She says, and I closed my eyes trying my best in channeling her magic. Summoning the energy of the captive spell she used on the cabin to keep me here.

I manipulated the fire and suddenly a gusting wind blew past me.

"Bonnie, don't waste your energy. You'll need it." She said and I reopened my eyes.

She was much stronger than me, in every way possible. "Naysa?"

"This cabin is in your name, Bonnie. It's yours. New Orleans is where I was born. Perhaps, here is to be your new home when the enemy is eliminated."

"Here? Normal, Illinois?" I asked, remember this is where she and the other two Bennett witches came in 1887.

"Yes. Bonnie, our Bennett family is descended from a Traveler bloodline… it helps us stay hidden. Things don't always end well for our kind. Good people like us must make surfaces for the common good. Especially for our loved ones." She says. "I was angry when I learned of Sheila and Lucy's death… even yours. However, your choices are yours only. No one else's. So I chose to survive. You can choose to live a life filled with beautiful strong children or alone with your regrets. You are so blessed with so much. Choose love. Choose that for me." She pleaded. "Each night, I wish for things to be different. Don't you?"

I exhaled with tears in my eyes. "Yeah." I nodded.

"Then help me help you, alright?" She asked and I glared at the photos over the fireplace.

"Will you come back?" I asked, feeling the pain I did of seeing Lucy's spirit appearing alongside me with the other deceased ancestral Bennett witches that helped stop hellfire from consuming Mystic Falls.

"No, probably not. If I do succeed in defeating our enemy. I will go back in hiding. Take care of yourself, Bonnie. On the next full moon, the spell will disarray and you'll be able to go where you chose. Goodbye." She says opening the cabin door to leave.

I signed looking at the bookshelf and television, unsure what I wanted to do first.

"Maybe the news will tell me when the next full moon is." I say out loud to myself.