Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to The Vampire Diaries, TV show or books. However I decided to have a little play around with the characters (I would definitely like to play with Damon).

I would have posted this sooner, but I decided to wait until the site issues were resolved first.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

Next stop for Bonnie and Enzo was the shopping mall. It wasn't the high class stores where Damon normally bought his clothes from, but some of the shops did sell brands which she knew Damon would approve of. If there were enough of a selection of items, they wouldn't have much trouble getting his sizing right and ordering online, which she suspected Damon did, because there was no way he made trips to New York to buy the volume of clothes he owned.

Enzo seemed fascinated by the shopping mall. He walked past in wonderment at the different types of stores, especially the ones which contained electrical goods. Back at the Salvatore house, they hadn't had the chance to go through everything with him. He'd seen the TV hanging on the wall in the kitchen, but nobody had gone through what it did. They all knew he was aware of what a computer screen looked like, but hadn't gotten the heart to ask him whether he knew what a TV itself was. He'd learned what the kitchen essentials did and how to use them, they planned on getting to the entertainment packages later in the week.

Eventually they found a small men's boutique which had enough names she recognized to keep Damon happy with whatever Enzo chose. If Damon wanted to take him on a proper shopping spree, they'd need to go somewhere which had a greater range of sophisticated stores, however they were low on options.

Enzo began to browse the items of clothes on display with slight distaste. Fashions had changed since he'd been captured. He'd been allowed fresh clothes every now and again, but that was mainly because the clothes got covered with blood. He also got replacement shoes once every few years, which was what he'd been wearing. Damon had bigger feet than his and Stefan's were slightly smaller, which meant he hadn't been able to borrow any shoes. Therefore they were the first item Bonnie wanted him to look at however Enzo was more fascinated by the jackets.

"Clothing has definitely changed over the years." he nodded as he looked through the rails of sweaters. "Although I'm not entirely sure for the good, although..." he looked Bonnie up and down. "Women's clothes seem to have improved." he smirked. Bonnie rolled her eyes at his comment. "Calm down love." he said. "It was meant to be a compliment. Women didn't exactly wear the most fetching of attire before I was captured. And they certainly weren't as practical as today's clothes." he offered trying to appease her. He pulled a sweater from its rail. "What do you think?" he asked.

"If that's what you like." Bonnie nodded as Enzo shrunk back in frustration.

"Look, I'm just asking for a little fashion help here." Enzo told her. "Please." he asked nicely.

"Fine." Bonnie smiled and rolled her eyes again before going through the rails of clothing with him.

After what seemed like a torturous hour, they'd bought a selection of jackets, pants, sweaters, tee's, underwear and shoes. Enzo had compelled the assistant to take his measurements as if fitting for a suit, so they would have his exact size and be able to order items online. Once they'd finished with the fake suit fitting, they shopped elsewhere for jeans as Enzo was very specific with regarding which brand he preferred, and as they still existed, Bonnie took him to the relevant shop to buy them. After they'd stopped for a bite to eat, Bonnie thought they were about to go home as the skies were growing darker. However Enzo had different ideas.

"After all of these years being confined in a cell, I'd like to be able to at least smell good." he said.

"You want cologne." Bonnie raised an eyebrow.

"And is there something wrong with that?" Enzo asked.

"Nothing at all." Bonnie shrugged as they entered a department store which sold all of the most well known fragrances. "I'll leave you to it. I'll be over there looking at the women's things. I'm sure you can pick your own cologne, I mean your sense of smell is better than mine." she narrowed her eyes.

"Be my guest." Enzo smiled.

"Just don't eat anyone." Bonnie warned him.

"Scouts honor." Enzo grinned.

"You were never a boy scout." Bonnie growled.

"True, but I was a soldier." Enzo shrugged as he wandered off to speak to the female assistant.

Bonnie watched their interactions from afar. Enzo was flirting like crazy with the assistant, and he was clearly charming her. Withing seconds he'd got her laughing and giggling like a schoolgirl. Bonnie sighed and rolled her eyes. She had to admit Enzo was charming, when he wanted to be, and now he looked like a normal guy as opposed to someone who'd been imprisoned for seventy years, he had a certain suave sexiness, which she couldn't put her finger on. Her heart began to beat rapidly as she saw him looking longingly at the sales assistant, and a pang of jealousy hit her, causing her heart to race. Enzo must have heard or noticed, as he turned his head to look at her, narrowing his eyes in confusion. Bonnie dropped her head and pretended to look at the bottle of perfume in front of her.

Deciding her best bet was to buy something herself, to distract her away from Enzo's occasional glare, she found her usual scent and decided to buy some. She also picked up a couple of rose petal filled bath bombs to try while she was staying at the Salvatore house. Her en-suite bath was huge and it had been going to waste as she usually only got showered. An hour of a luxury bath would do wonders for the soul, maybe she could even get Elena to find her a bottle of champagne to drink while she bathed.

"What on earth are those?" Bonnie jumped as she heard Enzo's voice right behind her.

"They're called bath bombs." she told him.

"And why would you want to blow up a bath." Enzo frowned with confusion, causing Bonnie to burst into hysterical laughter.

"They don't blow up anything." she managed to finally say once she'd calmed down. "Here, smell." she said as she held it up to his nose.

"Synthetic roses." Enzo raised an eyebrow.

"You put it is your bath, it melts, fills the bath with rose petals and it smells nice." Bonnie told him.

Enzo thought about her explanation for a minute. "Why don't you just gather up some real rose petals and put them in the bath?" he asked. "They'd smell far nicer." he shrugged.

"Because roses don't always smell." Bonnie told him sadly.

"Well you're a witch, can't you make them smell?" he whispered.

"Let's just get going." Bonnie shook her head. "It's getting dark." she checked her phone, but saw the time was only just after seven. The nights were drawing in and winter would soon be around the corner.

"Damon said if I were good, you might take me to a bar." Enzo told her.

"Oh he did now did he?" Bonnie sucked her cheeks in with anger, however she had agreed to this deal, so she took a deep breath. "Just get changed into some of your new stuff and we can have a few drinks. But as you sober up quickly, you're driving." she told him. "And no feeding at the bar." she pointed at him.

"Message received loud and clear." Enzo smirked as they headed towards Bonnie's car.

Damon and Elena got back to the Salvatore house before Stefan and Caroline. Damon was wary about the new development regarding the blonde bartender. He needed as many eyes and ears on the ground as possible. So when Elena decided to lay down for a while as her feet were sore from wearing heels all afternoon, Damon decided to phone Ric to see if he knew anything.

Damon put the speakerphone on as he grabbed a blood bag from the refrigerator and poured himself a glass of bourbon. Eventually Ric answered, just as Damon was about to hang up.

"This better be good." Ric complained. "I was in the shower." he said.

"I don't know. That's why I'm calling you." Damon replied. "Tyler Lockwood went to the Skull Bar today and tried to order a beer." he started.

"You called to tell me Tyler tried to buy a beer?" Ric cried. "What do you want me to do? Call the cops? Dick!" he complained.

"No, just hear me out." Damon argued. "He tried to compel the bartender, but couldn't." he said.

"What?" Ric asked.

"He tried compelling her more than once but she still wanted ID." Damon told him.

"You think she's on vervain?" Ric offered.

"I don't know." Damon shook his head. "I was wondering if you'd heard about any vervain being around."

"Not as far as I know." Ric replied.

"Bonnie's going to go to the bar tonight to see if she's working there." Damon told him. "It's a full moon. If she's there all night, we can rule out werewolf." he said.

"Who is she?" Ric asked.

"All we know is her first name which is Liv." Damon said.

Ric went quiet for a moment. "What does she look like?" he asked.

"Curly blonde hair." Damon started. "Seems a little snooty if you ask me."

"She's in my class." Ric told him. "Liv Parker." he said.

"Which means she knows something." Damon sighed. "Well we might have to steer clear of that place if she's on vervain, just in case she wants to flavor the coffee." he said.

"Unless she's not." Ric said slowly.

"What do you mean?" Damon asked.

"I might be wrong, but I think Liv has a twin brother." Ric told him.

"So they both might be ingesting vervain?" Damon asked sarcastically.

"Twins!" Ric sighed in frustration.

"Yeah, two babies born at the same time." Damon frowned.

"Also the symbol of the Gemini star sign." Ric said.

"Oh." Damon replied as he realized what Ric was implying. "The coven were supposed to be sending someone to watch out for us. You think these are them?" he asked.

"I think we should take it into consideration." Ric suggested as Damon heard the door open.

"Stefan and Caroline are back." Damon told him. "Keep this one to yourself for the time being." he said.

"Will do." Ric agreed.

"You can go back to your shower." Damon smiled as he hung up.

Bonnie pulled up outside a bar which looked okay on the outskirts of Richmond. She'd text Elena to let her know what she and Enzo were doing, and to only get concerned if they weren't back before one. Enzo had promised they'd be back before midnight, and that he would drive as he'd be sober enough, which Bonnie didn't doubt. So the drive between shopping in Richmond and the bar, had been all about teaching Enzo how to drive a modern car on modern roads.

After initially having issues with starting the car, Enzo had no problems transitioning from driving his wartime vehicles, to a modern day hybrid. The traffic didn't seem to phase him, and his reactions were exceptionally good. By the time they reached the bar, Bonnie felt confident he could handle driving them back to the Salvatore house, as long as he had directions.

As they got out of the car, Enzo grabbed some bags from the trunk.

"I thought you'd want me to smarten up my appearance." Enzo smiled sweetly. "Don't worry love, I'll order the drinks in first." he assured her.

They got inside and found a booth to sit in. Enzo went to the bar to order their drinks and left to go to change in the bathroom. Bonnie decided to see if there were any missed calls or texts while she waited for him, but there was nothing. As she was linked to Damon and Elena, she'd been able to occasionally check in on them. Under the circumstances, as there was no sex involved, or any potential pain, Bonnie had focused on their sense of feel. If they were going about on their normal day to day business, she wouldn't notice the connection. They'd been able to master the connection to such a point where Bonnie could pick and choose how and what she would feel. Of course if Damon or Elena were in pain of having sex, then Bonnie would know straight away, however the link would wear off at nine, so unless anything major went wrong in the next hour, Bonnie was in the clear. She quickly checked in on them and noticed they were with Caroline and Stefan in the Skull Bar, laughing, so she knew everything was fine, therefore Bonnie decided she was fine to have a drink.

The waitress arrived with their drinks, although Enzo had yet to return from getting changed. She placed two bottles of beer on the table, a bottle of bourbon and two glasses. Unlike Elena, Bonnie didn't mind the taste of bourbon, it was strong yet there was a rich smoothness about it. She poured some into a glass for herself, when she heard music start to play on the jukebox. Looking up, she saw Enzo approaching her with a smile on his face. Once more, Bonnie had to make herself not looked shocked at the difference. Wearing clothes which fit perfectly, and in a style which was more suited to him, had a massive impact. He looked far more relaxed and it suited his face.

Enzo sat at the other side of the booth and poured himself a drink. "Getting stuck in already?" he nodded his head at Bonnie's glass of bourbon. "Am I that difficult to cope with for just one day?" he asked with a slightly sad look on his face.

"No." Bonnie shook her head. "I'm just letting my hair down after all of the stress of the past few weeks. It's been pretty hectic." she told him.

"Well Bonnie Bennett." Enzo smiled. "I'd like to raise a toast to the lovely lady who helped rescue me and became my personal shopper for the day." he said, raising his glass.

"Thanks." Bonnie smiled as she raised her glass and drank the bourbon down in one.

"That bad?" Enzo asked.

"You have no idea." Bonnie sighed.

Bonnie and Enzo spent the next two hours drinking and talking. Enzo told Bonnie of his life before he was captured, while Bonnie talked about her finding out she was a witch and her growing powers. However, Bonnie soon noticed the time on her phone and realized they were soon going to need to set off if they were to make it back to Whitmore before midnight.

"I think we need to head off home." Bonnie told Enzo.

"Only if you have one dance with me." Enzo said. "I haven't danced with a pretty girl for seventy years. I'd very much appreciate it as the end of a wonderful day." he smiled sweetly.

Bonnie sighed. "Fine." she nodded as they stood up and walked over to the dance floor.

Enzo took hold of Bonnie's hand, wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her in tight. "This is how we danced in my day." he whispered in her ear.

Just as he spoke his scent hit her like a truck. She recognized it, but she couldn't remember where it was from. It was as if it were a deeply buried memory of a happy place, which reminded her of home, yet she couldn't place who it was she knew who wore the same cologne. Bonnie closed her eyes and rested her head against Enzo's chest as they swayed to the music while she took in the scent she couldn't place, and realized she never wanted to let go ever again. His arms and his scent made Bonnie feel oddly safe and secure for what seemed like the first time since her Grams died. She felt him pull her in tighter and rest his cheek against her head as if she were the most precious thing to him in all of the world. For that moment, Bonnie never wanted the moment to end, she was finally home.

All too soon however, the music finished and they stopped dancing. Enzo let Bonnie go and kissed her hand like a proper gentleman, before leading her off the dance floor and back to their booth to collect their things. Bonnie set off towards her car, slightly swaying due to the buzz from the alcohol. She opened her purse and started to fish around inside to look for the keys to her car, when she suddenly heard the horn of a car beeping loudly. Bonnie looked up as she momentarily realized she'd accidentally walked into the road and there was a truck heading towards her.

Before she got time to scream, Bonnie heard a whooshing sound and everything went blurry. She felt her back hit up against something solid and a force crushing her chest. She closed her eyes waiting for the pain of impact with the truck, but none came. Instead she was enveloped in the wonderful scent she immediately from dancing with Enzo earlier. Bonnie opened her eyes and looked up as she realized he'd got her pinned up against a wall and his body was flush up against hers. Heat pooled between her legs and her heart suddenly started to race at the intimacy of their position, but couldn't say anything, other than stare at Enzo in shock.

They stood there in silence for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably no more than a few seconds, before Enzo broke it.

"Looking for these love?" he asked as he held her car keys up and swung them around his finger. Enzo stood back and smirked. "You know, you really should look where you are going. Could get yourself killed, and then what would happen to my magical leash." he raised an eyebrow.

"Thank you Enzo." Bonnie sighed.

"I owed you one." Enzo grinned as they started to walk over to Bonnie's car.

Enzo opened the passenger door and Bonnie flopped down inside, shaking as she realized how close she'd come to being killed by a truck. Moments later Enzo was sat next to her in the drivers seat with a look of concern on his face.

"Are you okay?" he whispered softly, pushing a stray piece of hair off her face.

"I'm fine." Bonnie smiled, as she suddenly felt relaxed at his sweet gesture. "Too much booze." she nodded.

"Get some sleep." Enzo told her firmly.

"But you don't know the way back." Bonnie frowned.

"Do you think I had my eyes closed when we left?" Enzo raised an eyebrow. "Newsflash, vampires have excellent memories. And if one ever tells you they forgot, they didn't, they just weren't paying close enough attention in the first place." he told her. "I haven't forgotten anything about our trip today. So relax love, and get some sleep." he smiled.

"Okay." Bonnie nodded and began to close her eyes but stopped. "Will you promise me something?" she asked.

"Anything." Enzo agreed.

"Don't tell anyone about me accidentally walking out in front of a truck." she told him. "They'd never let me near alcohol again." Bonnie laughed.

Enzo chuckled. "Fine. This will be our little secret." he nodded.

"Thank you." Bonnie smiled as she closed her eyes properly this time.

Within seconds Enzo heard Bonnie's heartbeat slow down and her breathing getting deeper. Her eye twitched a little and he knew she was already asleep. He fastened Bonnie's seat-belt before taking off his jacket and placing it over her to keep her warm.

"Thank you Bonnie Bennett." he whispered. "You've just given me the most enjoyable day in over seventy years. I will never forget it, and you will never know how special it was and how much it means to me." he added quietly, as he started the car and set off to drive them back to the Salvatore house.

Damon and Elena had decided to wait up for Bonnie and Enzo. Caroline and Stefan had already gone to bed for the night, leaving the two of them alone in the kitchen. It was just after eleven and Bonnie had said they'd be home before midnight. Elena had tried calling and texting Bonnie but she wasn't getting any answer, and she was starting to worry.

"Look she's with Enzo, she'll be fine, he'll keep her safe." Damon tried to reassure Elena.

"How do you know?" Elena asked. "You haven't spent much time with him in over fifty years. People change." she stressed the word change.

"True." Damon agreed. "But Bonnie helped save Enzo from the Augustine's, he won't let anything happen to her. Hes a soldier at heart, and a very romantic one. I saw that look on his face this morning. I might be completely wrong, but I think he likes Bon Bon." he told her.

"Oh you mean that type of like?" Elena nodded, realizing Damon was alluding to the fact he suspected Enzo found Bonnie attractive. "What makes you think that?" she frowned.

"There was a girl he fell for." Damon told her. "Her name was Maggie. I remember him telling me about her. She was part of the Augustine's, except she just recorded his behaviors. This was before I got there." he explained. "Anyway, whenever he talked about her, he would get this faraway look in his eyes. I've noticed that same look when he's with Bon Bon." he said. "And don't worry, he's too much of a gentleman to try anything with her unless she makes it clear she wants the same thing." Damon nodded as he wrapped his arms around Elena. "I on the other hand, want to do things with you which are not very gentlemanly." he growled into her ear, before nibbling on it.

Heat pooled in Elena's stomach as Damon lifted her up onto the island and they began to kiss while Damon maneuvered himself to be stood between Elena's thighs. His lips made their way down to Elena's breasts, as she threw her head back in pleasure, before realization that Bonnie and Enzo could walk in at any time, which made her push Damon off her.

"What?" he frowned.

"What if Bonnie and Enzo come back?" she said. "They'll be really embarrassed if they catch us having sex."

"Who said we were going to have sex here?" Damon asked. "I'm just making out with my beautiful wife to be. Once they're back safe and sound, I'm going to pick her up in my arms and carry her off to our bedroom where we can do what the hell we want." he grinned.

"You really think you can stop?" Elena raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"One word. Denver!" Damon reminded her. "Jeremy is still living and breathing." he smiled.

"Fine." Elena laughed as Damon's lips capture hers once more, however the moment they began to kiss, they heard Bonnie's car pull up outside.

"Great." Damon grimaced. "Although, on the plus side, it does mean we get to bed a little earlier." he smirked as Elena laughed and teasingly tapped him on the arm.

The car doors opened and closed while Damon picked Elena up and placed her onto a stool, before pouring them both a glass of bourbon and sitting next to her, looking as innocent as it was possible for him to look. A concerned looking Enzo walked into the kitchen carry Bonnie in his arms bridal style.

"Which one is her room?" Enzo asked quietly.

"The one next to yours." Elena replied. "What the hell happened?" she cried.

"Shh." Enzo said in a low voice. "You'll wake her. I'll carry her up to her room and you can tuck her in." he told Elena.

"Fine." Elena agreed and followed Enzo upstairs.

Enzo was the first to come back down to the kitchen, poured himself a drink and sat down next to damon. Five minutes later Elena joined them and stood with her arms folded.

"What happened?" she glared at Enzo.

"Don't blame me love." Enzo shook his head. "It was all of that driving, talking, shopping and dancing." he shrugged.

"Nothing to do with the half a bottle of bourbon she drank?" Damon raised an eyebrow.

"It wasn't quite as much as that." Enzo corrected him. "But she's a big girl and she chose to drink it, I didn't force her." he said.

"Please tell me you didn't give her any of your blood." Elena sighed.

"Now why would I have done that?" Enzo frowned.

"It's a great hangover cure for humans." Damon told him.

"No I didn't." Enzo shook his head. "I wouldn't unless it was her choice." he said.

"How very noble of you." Elena continued to glare at Enzo.

"Look, Bonnie is the last person I'd want to hurt." Enzo assured Elena. "She needed time out from her life of saving and protecting everyone. Is that so hard of a concept for you to imagine?" he asked as Elena lowered her eyes and remembered her and Damon's trip to Atlanta.

"No." she shook her head.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'll offer her some blood in the morning to help with the hangover." Enzo offered.

"It's okay, I'll do it." Elena told him. "But thank you for wanting to help." she smiled as she realized Enzo was genuinely concerned about Bonnie's wellbeing.

Enzo drank his glass of bourbon down in one and placed it in the sink. "I'll get off to bed." he told them. "Don't forget we're going car shopping tomorrow." he said to Damon.

"Don't worry, I have it penciled into my diary." Damon nodded.

"Well then, goodnight you two." Enzo said as he got up to go to bed.

"Goodnight Enzo." Damon and Elena chorused together as Enzo headed upstairs to bed.

"I think you're tight about Enzo liking Bonnie." Elena said quietly as they heard Enzo's footsteps disappear.

"Told ya." Damon whispered to Elena. "I think we ought to be getting prepared for Bonnie and Jeremy to split up." he nodded with a smirk.

"You're forgetting one thing." Elena raised her eyebrow at Damon. "Just because Enzo likes Bonnie, it doesn't mean the feelings are mutual." she said.

"True." Damon nodded. "But it wouldn't do any harm for us to question them both and find out." he grinned.

Elena had stayed behind to help Bonnie recover from the hangover. After performing the linking spell, that Bonnie had gone for a shower in the hope of trying to recover from her hangover without vampire assistance, however it was of no use. So when Bonnie walked into the kitchen after her shower, still looking like she was going to throw up, Elena felt fully entitled to laugh at her best friend.

"How's the head?" she asked handing Bonnie a coffee.

"Still sore and fuzzy." Bonnie glared. "I'm just hoping I did the spell right." she clung to her head and winced with pain.

"Do you want something to help you recover?" Elena raised an eyebrow as Bonnie nodded back reluctantly. Elena bit her hand and squeezed it tight to allow some blood dribble into a cup so Bonnie didn't have to look at it. She passed the mug over and Bonnie scrunched her face in disgust.

"Bottoms up." Bonnie winced as she drank the blood quickly, before washing it down with a large gulp of coffee. Within seconds, her hangover began to disappear and her head cleared. "Wow, I can never get over how quickly that stuff works." she said. "Must be awful trying to get drunk." she frowned.

"It's expensive." Elena nodded with a smile. "How was yesterday? Or was the fact you felt an overwhelming need to get extremely drunk an indication of how badly it went?" she asked.

Bonnie thought for a moment as the day came flooding back. "Actually it was okay." she told her. "Enzo was a perfect gentleman, although he did make an idiot of himself when he asked to buy a myPhone." she said as they both burst into laughter. "But he didn't attack anyone, or even have a secret agenda." she said.

"So why get drunk?" Elena frowned.

"We went to a bar because he'd been good all day." Bonnie told her. "And we got talking. I was just so relaxed, and ended up drinking a lot more than I thought I was." she frowned.

"And then he brought you home." Elena nodded.

"We danced first." Bonnie told her as Elena raised an eyebrow. "He said he hadn't danced with a pretty girl for seventy years and he wanted to dance, so we did." she shrugged.

"And..." Elena held out her hands wanting to know the rest.

"We got our things, went out to the car and I fell asleep." Bonnie frowned, confused by Elena's reaction.

"And that's it?" Elena asked disappointed.

"What else did you expect?" Bonnie asked.

"I don't know." Elena frowned. "He just seemed really worried about you last night. You scared him passing out like that." she said. "He was ready to feed you his blood then and there. I just assumed something must have happened to make him seem so concerned about you."

Bonnie thought for a moment. "I think he just felt comfortable with me." she said. "I did rescue him from being embarrassed about the myPhone incident." she shrugged, before frowning at the memory of them dancing together.

"What is it?" Elena asked.

"I don't know." Bonnie sighed. "Something happened last night when we were dancing." she said. "I felt something familiar, a scent but I can't remember who it is I know who wears it." she shook her head. "But Enzo was wearing it."

Elena looked at her and smiled knowingly. "You don't think it's Enzo himself who smelled familiar?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" Bonnie asked. "How can he smell familiar, I hardly know him?"

"That's not what I mean." Elena shook her head. "Remember the first time we tried the blood tie?" she asked as Bonnie nodded. "What happened?"

"I don't want to be reminded." Bonnie sighed.

"You said you could smell him." Elena said. "Was it the same smell?" she asked.

"I can't remember." Bonnie widened her eyes. "I can't remember how he smelled in the vision." she said, her voice had a hint of panic about it. "You don't think..." she started, not wanting to even consider what she was actually thinking.

"You said the man in the vision felt familiar, like home." Elena said. "Was it the same sensation?" she asked as Bonnie nodded gingerly. "Well, if it is him, you're going to have to call it off with Jeremy." she told her. "He's coming here on Friday, he wants to see the new baby scan."

"How can I know for certain it was Enzo?" Bonnie asked in a small voice.

"You know when I first felt something for Damon?" Elena replied as Bonnie shook her head. "When we first danced at the pageant." she told her.

"Seriously?!" Bonnie looked at Elena with shock.

"I wasn't in love with him or anything." Elena shook her head. "But there was this moment. I'll never forget it. Everything just felt right, like I was where I belonged." she told her. "And then when we danced the night of the pageant after I turned." she started.

"Isn't that the night you and Damon slept together for the first time?" Bonnie frowned.

Elena nodded. "But we danced first." she explained. "He pulled me up close and I could smell him." Elena closed her eyes and smiled at the memory. "We leaned our heads together, and I knew I was finally home. And I never wanted to leave." she opened her eyes once more.

"That's what it felt like." Bonnie admitted, deciding to omit the part about Enzo rescuing her. That was the feeling which was truly haunting her, but she couldn't tell Elena that. Instead talking about the dance would have to do.

"Then you need to end things with Jeremy." Elena said.

"You really think Enzo is my soulmate?" Bonnie frowned.

"I think you already know the answer to that." Elena smiled.

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