Centered around Bonnie struggling with Damon's death, and finding herself seeking Enzo for comfort (he's not having been captured in this) but no matter how much he understands, or cares about her, she feels lost without Damon.

7X09/10ish AU

Homeless

Bonnie stared at the body along the floor. The pitch black of Damon's hair was even darker against the crimson rug. It was as though her entire heart had gone cold, and the warm salty tears against her face were a product of lack of willpower.

"Get him up off the floor!" she said quickly inhaling, trying to get her head together.

Caroline grabbed Damon up as quickly as possible, speeding over to set him beside Stefan on the dining room table.

"I should've been here." she swallowed hard, her hands shaking at her sides.

Bonnie stepped over to the table, her eyes scanning over the blood covered Damon, then his brother. She felt completely useless, with her magic having not been regained from Nora's syphoning. But what was she supposed to do anyway?

"We have to do something." Caroline sniffled, her own face covered with tears.

"I know." she replied, trying to remaining standing, but it wasn't as hard as she thought.

It was far too easy. She was far too composed.

Bonnie's eye lids flickered as she came out of her memories, her eyes shifted over to the table where Damon lay. The room was silent, except the candles burning, licking around the edges of the melting candles. Candles that she had replaced forth over now.

She wanted to speak, but when she opened her mouth, a parasitic thought creeped into her head.

A corpse can't hear you.

Damon was cleaned of blood, dressed in his favorite black long sleeve button up. For whatever reason, Bonnie thought that he should be fashionable even in death.

"I think, this is enough for today." she decided, taking the red stone off the center of his chest where his shirt was unbuttoned

When will it be enough?

Three months, and every day she continued to try and get him back. It wasn't just him, it was Stefan as well. However, this man was the one who caused her the most grief.
Bonnie stood from her chair beside the table, and slowly began her ritual of blowing each and every candle out one at a time.

Inhale, exhale, out goes the flame.

Inhale, exhale, out goes the flame.

Inhale, exhale, out goes the flame.

Fifteen times over, and she was left in a dim room, with wax along her fingertip and a dizziness in her head from lack of breath.

She turned and looked at Damon again, pulling the rolled up blanket from his feet to his chest.

Bonnie ignored the urge to turn around, light the candles again, and continue trying to spell, until it was far too early to go to bed, too late to stay awake.

As she stepped out of the room, she closed the door behind her and was greeted by the darkness of the foyer.

"Bonnie." The familiar thick accent came from one side of the room and a match was struck, lighting the fireplace with one flick onto the wood.

Enzo and the room was illuminated by the fire, and as he set the matchbook down, Bonnie turned to face him, hands at her side.

"I didn't know you were here." Bonnie said slowly.

"I thought I would check up on you, it has been a few days. You haven't answered my messages." he stood up straight, and took several steps closer to her.

It wasn't a secret, the things that had been going on between them. At least, it wasn't a secret when no one cared.

"I'd been busy, I was meaning too." she assured him, although she wasn't sure if she meant it herself.

"You don't need to distance yourself from me, love." Enzo said reaching forward, pressing his fingers to the side of her face.

Almost as though it was instinct, she reached up to place her hand over his.

Enzo's touch, it was warm, soft, inviting. As were his eyes, they were understanding of her pain, what she was missing, and how hard she was trying to get it back, get him back.

'Why don't we get you a drink." he suggested, and stepped over to the cabinet on the other side of the room.

Bonnie sat down on one of the leather couches, and as Enzo sat beside her now holding two glasses of red wine, she took one.

"They shouldn't leave you here alone." Enzo commented.

She took a much larger drink of wine than she would have in the past, and swallowed before flickering her eyes back over to his face.

"Why? Do I need a babysitter?" she questioned, mildly sarcastically, tad bit serious.

Enzo took a drink of his own wine and get his glass on the coffee table before turning to face her more.

"No. However, I just don't think you should be alone." he told her, and reached over to touch her hand, slide his fingers along her hand gently.

This made her heart ache, but her skin tingle.

Bonnie took another drink, and with each drink, his touch was like butterflies, his voice like honey.

"I'm here for you, Bonnie." Enzo promised, and she looked into his eyes.

They were cavernous, shining into hers with compassion, and his sympathetic aura was like an opiate. She was wandering off, further and further from herself with each moment.

Bonnie set her glass down and moved over to straddle Enzo's lap, and his hands went to her waist immediately. He didn't need a word, or even context, this wasn't a new happening.

Her hands ran along his chest, feeling his fingertips along her skin, underneath the hem of her shirt.

Enzo was simply a familiar stranger, but she couldn't think straight when she was with him, and this was what she wanted. Everything about his touch, burned her from the inside out, dizzied her to the point of heavy breathing.

Bonnie leaned down, kissing him deeply, his lips against hers, as sweet as the wine and nearly as intoxicating. Enzo kissed her back feverishly, before breaking the kiss and pulling her shirt off over her head. She inhaled as he ran his fingers along her cleavage, before leaning down and kissing along her collar bones.

Bonnie pulled his shirt off over his head and quickly, her bra was removed, it was all happening so fast. The air was thick, and held any concern that either of them could have possibly had before.

Leaning down, she kissed along Enzo's shoulder, breathing in the masculine scent of his skin. Yet even as they kissed, ran their hands along each other bodies, moved in time with each other's rhythms, she felt as though she wasn't a part of herself, and her heart raced, but it ached harder.

Later that night, she was lying naked and covered by a sheet in the room Enzo had deemed his.
He was beside her, sleeping in the dim light of the moon from the window to the right.

Bonnie was not sleep, her eyes flickered along the ceiling and her hands shook. She sat up from the bed, inhaling deeply and raked her fingers through her hair.

Sliding out of the bed, she sighed, knowing most of her clothing was downstairs. Grabbing the blanket that wasn't being used, she wrapped it around her body and opened the bedroom door.

Bonnie walked down the dimly lit hallway, knowing she either had to stay and sleep there, or go to Whitmore. But, she wanted neither of those things.

Just as she was about to go down the stairs, she turned her head and looked at Damon's closed bedroom door. No one had been in there since Bonnie got Damon's shirt to put on him. Bonnie turned and walked towards the door, reaching a hand out and turning the knob, watching the door open.

It was so quiet, and cold in his room. His bed was messy, he had several t-shirt lying around. She had stepped in several feet, hardly noticing. Bonnie closed the door behind her, and looked around, trying to ignore the stinging in her eyes.

She walked over to his large bed, licking at her lips before letting the blanket from Enzo's room drop to the floor. Bonnie crawled into Damon's cool bed and pulled the black blanket over her body , all the way to her neck, and brought her knees upwards a bit, lying on her side. She pressed her face into his pillow, inhaling deeply.

The second she did this, the scent of Damon brought the salty tears from her eyes, down her cheeks.

Everything was so cold, so quiet, so empty.

Bonnie cried, trying to understand this feeling inside her, the way she couldn't breathe, unless she couldn't think. The way she couldn't feel, unless she couldn't breathe. But, dammit, Bonnie didn't want to feel, she didn't want to breathe, she didn't want to think.

Forced to do all three of these things, one way or another, she was losing herself.

Sobbing softly into his pillow, for the first time in a while she was breathing, and thinking, she was feeling, and breathing.

"I love you." Bonnie inhaled, squeezing her eyes closed.

This was the most honest thing she'd said to no one in a while.

Without Damon she was lost.

Despite Enzo's touch, his care, his understanding, it wasn't enough. It would never be enough.

"You're my home." she whispered, the dull thud of her heart, filled with pain and joy at her revelation.

Bonnie pulled the blanket closer to her face, and in this moment, decided she would bring Damon back, no matter how much longer it took.

"I'll get you back."