Hey guys thanks for all your reviews I really appreciate it! I'm glad you're enjoying the story. I really don't think I'm going to make it lead to anything suspenseful like the others b/c I'm really enjoying just making it about random moments in time between B and D. Anyway here's another part and I hope you guys like it. Love, Bamonlove

"In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit."

Albert Schweizter

"What are we looking for exactly?" I ask, picking up an antique pocket watch that happened to be laying around in Damon's living room.

"I hid something here a long time ago," he replies from upstairs, where he is going through a hallway closet. "I just have no idea where I put it."

"Care to be more specific?" I say, rolling my eyes at his vagueness.

There's a short pause as if he's contemplating whether he should tell me or not.

"It's a bracelet," he says, hesitantly.

"A woman's bracelet?" I ask, before accidently knocking over a small clock.

"Was there any other kind in 1864?" he asks, in a sarcastic tone that makes me want to set his clothes on fire.

"I wouldn't know," I reply, pretending not to notice.

I'd been at home cleaning out my closet when Damon had suddenly popped up behind me, sitting on my bed as if he'd been there the whole time. He thought he was being sneaky but I'd felt his presence from the beginning.

"Am I supposed to be scared to death?" I had asked, turning around to face him.

He shrugged and smiled slightly. "Maybe a little. If you cared about my ego at all."

"In that case the answer is no," I replied, throwing in an old pair of jeans into a trash bag.

"Throwing away reminders of your life before me?" he asked, eyeing the bag.

"How did you know?" I said, rolling my eyes. "I'm actually just cleaning out my closet."

"Well as fun as that sounds," he said, standing up. "I need help."

I spun around quickly at these words and I felt my eyes grow as big as saucers.

"Can you not react like I just told you I'm actually a woman," he said, putting his hands up as if at any moment I would lunge at him.

"Sorry," I said, shaking my head and smiling. "It's just so rare that you say those words. It caught me off guard."

"Yeah well, don't get used to it," he muttered.

"What do you need my help with Damon?" I asked, enjoying his discomfort.

"Just come to my house and I'll show you," he said, already walking out the door.

I followed him down the hall and thought about how only a year ago I would never have been okay with him showing up in my room and then taking me to his house. Now, it was absolutely acceptable to me.

"It's just something I really need to find," he says, still upstairs. "It's important."

"Was it Katherine's?" I ask, innocently.

I see him poke his head over the railing and he has a displeased look on his face.

"No," he says, making sure I make eye contact with him before going back to what he was doing.

"And why did you need my help specifically?"

"I thought maybe you could sense where it was with your little witchy tricks," he responds.

I sigh. "I'm a witch Damon, not a dog."

"What does being a dog have anything to do with this?"

"Dogs can sniff things out," I say. "You know, like police dogs."

"Only if they get a whiff of what that thing smells like beforehand," he answers.

"What are you some kind of dog expert?" I mumble.

"Honestly I don't even know how we got to talking about this," he admits, suddenly by my side. "But I found what I was looking for."

He holds something shiny up so that it's made even more radiant with the sunlight reflecting off it. It's a gold bracelet with what looks like bronze buttons for charms. They each have an engraving of some sort. One has a rose engraved in it, another has a bird, one has a lock and several other drawings I can't quite make out. It's beautiful in a simple way.

"Wow," I say, taking in its beauty. "That's amazing."

"It was my mother's," he says, looking at it in what I can only describe as nostalgic. I didn't think Damon even knew what nostalgic meant.

"And you hid it?" I ask.

"After she died I came back here to check things out," he says, rubbing a finger over one of the charms. "Her side of the family had come to collect everything and I couldn't let them take this. She wore it every day and it's the one thing I remember her never parting with. She bought it in London when she was fifteen."

"It's beautiful," I say, suddenly feeling a wave of affection for him come over me.

"It's yours," he says, looking down at me.

"What?" I say, caught off guard. "No, I couldn't Damon. This is special to you."

"Come on Bonnie," he says, rolling his eyes. "I want you to have it."

"Why?" I ask, confused.

He shrugs. "I have no use for it other than for sentimental reasons. Plus, I figure if I'm going to give it to anyone it should be someone I trust."

"Damon…" I begin.

"Look," he says, holding a hand up. "I want to you to have it, I really do."

I hesitate before holding my wrist out for him to put it on. He gently wraps it around my wrist and closes the clasp. He takes my hand and admires the bracelet, which even I have to admit looks natural on me. It's heavier than anything I've ever worn but not in an irritating way.

"Well look at that," he murmurs. "It suits you."

"Are you going to tell me about her?" I ask, looking up at him.

"Who?"

"Your mother," I say, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh," he says, walking toward the couch. "Why do you want to know about her?"

"Because," I say, following him. "She's your mother and a part of who you are and because I'm wearing her jewelry."

He laughs and falls onto the couch.

"She was funny," he says, the smile from his face gone. "And smart, really smart. She was tough too and really independent. She was the only person who ever stood up to my father. But she was also kind you know? All the way to her core."

He paused and then said, "You kind of remind me of her."

"I'm trying not to take that as a bad thing," I say, momentarily freaked out.

"No not anything weird," he says, smiling again. "You're just, strong like her and kind like she was and independent too."

My affection for him grows and at that moment I just want to go over and hug him but instead I walk over and sit next to him.

"Thank you Damon," I say, kissing his cheek. "This is the most amazing thing anyone has given me."