A/N: As always, I do not own these characters. They are the property of LJ Smith and the CW Network.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy the story so far. I'm not quite sure where I'll be going with this story, but I am having fun writing it. Soon, it'll be the final season and as much as I have enjoyed watching Bonnie and Enzo as a couple, nothing enchants me more than the Bonnie and Damon dynamic.

As for Bonnie, I think she trusts her friends. Always has. She's opinionated, but slow to anger and always there for her friends. And I try to portray her as such.

Anyways, enjoy the story. Read and comment if you like. Thanks

Chapter 3

"I knew you would come sooner or later" Rayna said as she watched Bonnie cautiously walk towards her.

"I had to." Bonnie said simply. "Enzo and Damon gave me the details. But, now I need to hear it from you."

"I will tell you what I told them. I have a lead. A starting point. And my price is to come with you and kill phoenix stone vampires along the way. It really isn't that complicated."

"And why would you help us?"

"Why not?"

"Maybe because it's not in your nature."

"My nature is to kill vampires. You are not a vampire."

"True. But, I am supernatural. A witch. Your hatred does not extend to me? How kind." Bonnie added sarcastically.

"I only have one lifetime left. I just want to track down the vampires I have hunted and killed. They are savages and deserved to be in the phoenix stone. And you're dying. Not much I have to do there, but let fate takes its course. You guys are the ones trying to defy fate. I am giving you an option. Without me, you'll die. With me, you might have a chance to live. It's really up to you." Rayna replied with a shrug.

Weighing her options, Bonnie felt helpless. She didn't want to trust Rayna with her life, but she also didn't know who else to turn to. Her magic was back. Maybe she could find a cure...while also being on the run from the Armory and before she died from Rayna's blood. And so far, no one had even heard of a possible way to save her life. In her mind, she was going to have to work with Rayna. At least, for the time being. If there was even a remote possibility that Rayna actually had a lead that could save her life, she had to take the chance. The truth was that Bonnie did not want to die.

"So, that's it. We help you and you help me. That simple." Bonnie reiterated.

"If you double-cross me, I will kill you."

"Before or after you die from my blood?"

Stunned silent by Rayna's callousness, Bonnie shook her head. She's so cold and empty. Doesn't she care about anything in this world? Would anything I say affect her? "Maybe I won't be the one to kill you, but Enzo would."

"Damon too. But, that won't make you any less dead."

"True. But, at least you won't be alive."

"I've already lived several lifetimes. Can you say the same?"

Bonnie knew she wasn't going to win this argument with Rayna. In a perverse way, Bonnie knew Rayna was right. She was barely in her 20s and she had already died twice already. But, this time felt like it was going to be permanent. And she really wasn't ready for that. She had finally found love and acceptance with Enzo. She wasn't ready to give it all up.

"Let's talk plainly. Give me something. Something to prove you're not trying to escape and we have a deal."

"Sure. Check the name Margaret Hall. San Francisco. 1890 and Susan Hala. 1940."

"I will." With that, Bonnie made a swift exit. She was hoping there was some information to prove Rayna actually had a lead.

Lightly strumming his guitar on the couch, Enzo looked up when Bonnie came back into the cottage they shared. "So, love, did you make a decision?"

"Not yet. I just wanted to talk to her first."

"And did that help?"

"Maybe." Bonnie said coyly. Walking towards the couch, she plopped on the seat cushion next to him. She was grateful for his reassuring presence. It was wonderful knowing that no matter what, he would be there for her. He wasn't going to just walk away from their life together. "She seems genuine about wanting to kill the vampires from the phoenix stone."

"And... what about saving your life?"

"Not so much. She figures that I'll die either way and so will she."

"So, does that mean we can trust her?"

"No. But, we can work together for a common goal."

"You're trying to stay positive. I love that."

"Well, I don't plan on dying anytime soon." With a determined sigh, she faced Enzo. "I told her I need some proof that she was telling the truth. She gave me some names to check out. "

"By all means, let's check them out."

"Wait. First, I wanted to talk to you about Damon." Bonnie ended with a scowl.

Enzo was amused by the amount of distaste in Bonnie's voice when saying Damon's name. "What about him?"

"I was thinking. We don't need him. You and I, we, can do this. Just the two of us."

"Of course WE could. Of that, I have no doubt. But, he wants to help. And we could use his help."

"His help usually solves one problem and creates five more."

Enzo chuckled at her candid comment. True, Damon usually bullied his way to a solution that he felt always justified the means, however, it also meant chaos and heartbreak in his wake. "But, you can't deny that he gets results. And if the end result if your life, then I'm willing to deal with the consequences of having his help."

"I guess." Bonnie agreed reluctantly.

"Besides, despite his poor choices, Damon cares for you. He won't let you die. Not if there is something he can do. If he's not with us, then he'll do ANYTHING to save you. What damage would you rather deal with?"

"I'd rather not argue with sound logic." Bonnie conceded. Just because Enzo had made a good argument, it didn't mean she had to like it. Bonnie missed the simple days of her life, before she knew about the existence of vampires. "Fine. You are right. He had does have a way of getting everything he wants. He can help us. But, I'm still not going to forgive him."

Enzo lightly kissed her lips. "And that's why I love you. Let's find out if Rayna has anything and then we'll include him."

"Sure. Let's see if the scary vampire huntress lady can save a witch. This is what my life has become." Bonnie says with a sigh as she gets up and heads toward the computer and pile of books on the table that was being used for a magical cure.

Several hours and a few dead ends later, Bonnie and Enzo had something. A small something, but something. It seemed like Margaret and Susan were the same person. At least, there pictures were eerily similar.

"They could just be related." Enzo argued. He didn't want to rasp at straws. Every minute spent researching some dead end meant one less minute on an actual way to save Bonnie's life. And that was all he cared about. He had waited years to find the contentment in his life that he found just being in Bonnie's presence. He was not about to let that go without a fight. She would survive or he would die trying.

"But, it not's nothing. It's possible that they could be the same person. It says that Margaret Hall was a prominent figure until she got very sick and disappeared from society. Then, years later, Susan is photographed and she looks just like Margaret."

"There's no mention of Margaret being a witch."

"And do you know every vampire who ever existed?"

"I see your point."

"It's not a lot, but it could be something."

"I just don't want to spend a lot of time on this if it means nothing."

"Neither do I, but it could be something. We have to take that chance."

"Yeah, I guess we do." Enzo agreed half-heartedly.

"Come on. We will do this. We'll find a cure." Bonnie said forcing some positivity into her voice.

"Yes, we will." Enzo said reassuringly. "We have to."

"I'm going to get Rayna ready for a road trip. You should fill Damon in. Remind him to be on his best behavior. With my magic coming back, he may not be alive to greet Elena if he pisses me off. I cannot be held responsible for what my actions if he annoys me." Bonnie flippantly remarked while heading towards the door.

"Damon? Annoying? Perish the thought, love."

"Uh huh. We shall see." With a wave, Bonnie heads outside to talk to Rayna again.

Chuckling to himself, Enzo grabbed his cell phone to call Damon and let him know that they had something.