Author's Note: Hi guys! Here's the fifth chapter! Things are about to start getting spicy, so beware! ;P

"You want me to what?" Enzo whispered as he watched Angelina with skeptical eyes.

"I need you to accompany me to my sister's rehearsal dinner and pretend to be my boyfriend. Did I stutter?" she questioned, cocking her head to the side. He shook his head and rose to his feet.

"I knew this was a scam," he spat as he headed for the door. As he neared it, the lights went out. Suddenly, every single candle in the house flickered to life. In the same instant, every curtain flew closed and the lock to the door twisted.

A splitting shiver ran down his spine as he slowly turned around to face her. She had a serene look on her face as she looked him up and down.

"Does that look like a scam to you?" she questioned. He swallowed nervously as he moved to reclaim his spot on the couch.

"I don't get it. I just sat here and explained to you that I'm on a frantic search for my girlfriend and then you ask me to pretend to be your boyfriend?" he asked. She rolled her eyes as she instantly undid all of the turmoil that she conjured up. The lights flickered back to life as she folded her hands pleasantly.

"Listen, I may be one of the greatest witches of all time but that doesn't mean that I have the best luck with guys. My perfect sister is getting married, and my parents have been on my ass about the lack of testosterone that I have in my life. I would be the center of embarrassment if I show up to my sister's rehearsal dinner without a date. If you help me with this… I'll find your girlfriend," she told him. He desperately wanted to say no, but the look of desperation in her eyes caused him to soften up. His own desperation to find the love of his life screamed in his ear, and he had no choice but to agree.

"Fine," he told her.

"Perfect! And we don't even have to sleep with each other or anything. Unless, you want to," she whispered, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

"I don't think my girlfriend would approve," he said, smiling uneasily. She laughed out, rising to her feet. She walked over to an old desk and scribbled something down on a small sheet of paper. She looked it over carefully before walking over to where Enzo sat.

"Here's the address to the rehearsal dinner. Meet me there tomorrow at 7, and please wear something nice," she told him, handing him the piece of paper. He took it from her and eyed it curiously.

"And then we'll find my girlfriend?" he questioned.

"I already told you that we would. Do you need me to pinky promise you?" she joked.

"Actually, yes," he told her, reaching his pinky out to her. She scoffed at it, giving him a probing glance.

"Is this some kind of joke?" she spat. He grinned coyly and shook his head.

"Nope. No one breaks a pinky promise," he said, inching his finger out further. She sighed heavily and latched pinkies with him.

"You better make a damn good impression tomorrow," she warned.

"Oh, don't worry about that, darling. Your family won't be able to resist this face," he purred, flashing his perfect smile.

…

Damon stared at a picture of him and Bonnie as he clutched a large bottle of bourbon to his chest. The slow tears streamed down his cheeks as he soaked in her beauty, reminding himself of how he'd never be able to appreciate that again.

The thing that hurt him the worst was the last words that he said to her.

You were just convenient for the time.

"So fucking stupid," he growled, slamming the picture into the wall. He'd never be able to take back what he said to her that day, and it killed him.

He dizzily rose to his feet, wobbling his way into his bathroom. He caught sight of himself and almost choked; he couldn't believe the person that was staring back at him. His eyes were dark and red, his hair was unmentionable, and his skin was more pale than usual. He looked awful.

The two women in his life that meant the world to him were gone, and he knew that it was his entire fault. He couldn't bear to look at himself any longer. He clutched the edge of the sink as he hung his head.

"I just want all of this to be over," he cried, watching as his tears hit the counter. He roughly slid down the counter, wincing as he hit the ground. The only thing that he could feel was pain; unbearable, endless pain.

…

The Next Day

Enzo fixed his tie as he stared at the doubled doors of the large building. He could hardly believe that he was accompanying Angelina to a family gathering, but he understood that he had to make certain sacrifices if he ever wanted to see his girlfriend again.

He trudged up the steps and opened the door, shocked to see just how many guests had showed up to the rehearsal dinner. Eyes followed him as he slowly made his way inside; he was anxiously searching for Angelina's whereabouts.

Suddenly, he caught sight of her sitting in between a middle-aged man and woman. They seemed to be scolding her and she had an agitated look on her face. Her eyes found his and her face instantly lit up. She pointed in his direction and everyone's eyes shot toward him. He stared back at them nervously as his hands sweated with anticipation.

She rose to her feet and made her way over to him with a huge, noticeable grin on her face. She had on a skintight dress that exposed her curves and her make-up was done flawlessly. He hated to admit it, but she looked absolutely stunning.

"Wow," he breathed as she stopped in front of him.

"You actually came," she whispered, wrapping her arm around his.

"Wouldn't miss it," he muttered back as they walked the slow distance over to her table. "Don't forget why I'm here, though."

Her face flickered with panic as the man and woman looked to Enzo with questioning eyes.

"Mom, dad… this is my boyfriend, Lorenzo," she introduced as she held onto him tighter. The sound of those words coming from her mouth caused him to clear his throat uncomfortably. She pretended not to notice.

Her mother looked him over for a few more seconds before breaking out into an enormous smile. She rose to her feet and wobbled her way over to him with her arms extended.

"My precious Angelina has finally found a man," she exclaimed as she pulled him into a large hug. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around her large form, caught off guard by the sudden intimacy. He looked over at Angelina and he could tell that she was just as embarrassed as he was.

The woman finally pulled away as she took a minute to examine him up close.

"It's an honor to meet you, ma'am," he greeted, flashing her a wide smile.

"You're so very handsome," she cooed, grabbing at his cheek as if he were a child. "Where did you meet my Angie?"

"Uh, well it's actually quite funny how we met," he responded, looking to her with alarm. They hadn't exactly discussed details.

"We met through a mutual friend," she quickly chirped. Everyone's eyes went from him to her as they soaked in the circumstance.

"As soon as I laid eyes on her, I knew that she was the one," he threw in, watching as smiles broke out on everyone's faces.

"Well, I'm glad that my princess is happy," her father spoke. He was still seated comfortably at the table.

"Mom, let the man breathe," Angelina spoke. Her mother released Enzo and walked back over to her seat. Angelina grabbed Enzo's hand as the two took a seat at the table. Her parents, and a few of her aunts and older cousins accompanied them.

As the dinner went on, Enzo couldn't deny that all of her family members were watching him closely. He made sure to smile a lot, but he wasn't sure what else he could possibly do.

Angelina wrapped her hand around his thigh, causing him to look at her cautiously.

"Kiss me," she whispered through a clenched smile.

"What?" he gasped, quiet enough that only she could hear.

"They're watching us; kiss me," she repeated.

"No way," he rejected.

She had daggers in her eyes and he knew that she wouldn't do the spell if he didn't do as he was told. He just hoped that this wouldn't count as cheating.

With every ounce of courage that he could muster, he swiftly pressed his lips against hers. As he moved to pull away, she quickly raised her hand to his cheek, holding it in place firmly. The kiss lasted for a few seconds before she pulled away with a smile.

He watched as her mother gave them a small smirk, looking away. He breathed a sigh of relief as he looked away from the table and down at his lap. He was desperately ready for this entire night to be over.

After a while, her sister came out with the groom to be, and Enzo begrudgingly met all hundreds of her family members. He endured a few more pre-wedding festivities, and finally, people started leaving.

He gently pulled her off into the corner, being sure to keep his voice low.

"When are we leaving?" he wondered. She looked around, noticing that most of her family members were on their way out.

"We can go now. Let's go say goodbye to my parents," she told him, reaching for his hand. He had held that hand more times than he could count that day, but he knew that it was almost over. He soaked it up and latched onto her hand once more.

They walked over to her parents, who were going completely gaga over Angelia's sister. Angelina pretended not to be affected as she struggled to get their attention.

"Hey, we're leaving," she told them. They tore their eyes off of her sister and flashed a look in their direction.

"Okay, dear. It was very nice to meet you, Lorenzo," her mother said, pulling him into another hug.

"Be careful with my daughter," her father warned. Her mother pulled away from him, and almost instantly, their sights returned on their youngest daughter.

Angelina and Enzo quickly fled the building, comforted to be outdoors. There was a question that had been itching at Enzo throughout the night, and he was eager to ask.

"So, are all of your family members witches as well?" he wondered. She shook her head quickly, looking around to make sure that no one had heard him.

"No… they don't even know that I'm a witch," she whispered. He gasped lightly.

"How is that even possible?" he asked. She looked away from him shyly as she contemplated her words.

"I'm adopted, if you couldn't tell," she finally responded. He nodded slowly as he allowed the newfound information to soak in. He was silently curious as to why she looked so different from them.

"Oh…" was all he managed to say. Her eyes found his again and she straightened up.

"Well, let's go get your girlfriend back, shall we?" she said. A grin immediately broke out on his face at those words.
"Let's just make a quick stop," he told her.

…

Enzo knocked hard at the door to the Salvatore mansion for the third time as he waited patiently for it to be answered. The image of Damon's current state flashed in his mind, and he knew that it would mean a great deal to him to be there when Angelina discovered Bonnie's whereabouts.

Finally, the door flung open. Damon stood there in his boxers with a bottle hanging from his fingertips. He could barely tell who was at the door.

"Enzo?" he spat. "It's 12 a.m. What the hell are you doing here? And who's this hottie?"

"This hottie's name is Angelina," she snapped. She turned to face Enzo. "Who's this drunken man?"

"This drunken man's name is Damon," he answered, laughing slightly afterward. He took a large swig from the bottle as the two watched him incredulously.

"Damon, I'd like you to meet the person that is going to bring Bonnie back to us," Enzo stated proudly. Damon spewed the liquor from his lips onto the two of them at the mention of her name. Angelina let out a loud shriek as she looked down at her dress—now covered in Damon's bourbon.

"What the hell did you just say?" he asked, disregarding what he had just done.

"Was that necessary?" Enzo asked as he grabbed Angelina, brushing past Damon. He grabbed a towel from the closet and tossed it over to her.

"Did you just say that she was going to find Bonnie?" he repeated.

"I did," Enzo stated. "She's a very powerful witch."

Suddenly, Damon felt a ping of something that he hadn't felt in a long time—hope.

"How are we going to do this?" he wondered.

"I need the blood of one of you—or both of you, since you're both looking for her, and a strand of her hair," she said as she dried herself off.

"That's it?" Damon asked with uncertainty to his tone.

"That's it," she affirmed.

He looked between the two of them several times before setting the bottle down on the ground.

"Well, then… let's bring our girl back," he announced cheerfully.

Author's Note: Woo Hoo! What did you guys think of Angelina's request? And do you think that she'll really be able to locate Bonnie? Let me know what you guys think in a review!