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"I know Damon, Stefan," Bonnie said, "You weren't always here. But I was, I watched him falling to pieces and I couldn't do anything to help him. The truth will devastate him, Stefan, are you ready to take his happiness away after he's gotten his life back? Elena is the major part of that life, you know."

"What he's living is not a life," Stefan insisted, trying to convince himself. "It's a lie. An illusion. She's going to be taken away from him eventually. This isn't her place to be."

"I just wish I remembered everything sooner," Bonnie said, a worried glance on her face. "If I only knew-I would've done anything to keep Elena away from Damon. But it wasn't just until a few days ago that I learnt the whole truth. I couldn't do anything."

Stefan squeezed her arm. "I know, Bonnie. And you know it's not my fault that I wasn't always there for Damon."

"I know," Bonnie sighed, "It's sad…being blamed for something that never even happened."

"However I still think that for now that's the best thing," Stefan sighed. "I'll let him hate me, I'll let him believe that Katherine got free and chose me. That's what he was compelled to believe, that's how he was compelled to hate me. Because Klaus knows that the bond between me and my brother is special. We might've fought like dogs in 1864 but in the end…I'll always protect him."

"I know," Bonnie took a deep breath. "Stefan, I'm so sorry. I know this hurts you too."

"It does," Stefan muttered, "What hurts even more is that I had five years to deal with it. Five years to accept it, and when I finally started to get my strength and faith back…she just appears…"

"I know, I know," Bonnie reached out to hug Stefan. "Elena was my friend too, Stefan. She was one of us, and she was my best friend."

"I wish there was a way to fix this," Stefan said, hugging her tightly back. "Elena doesn't deserve this. I hate Klaus for what he did to her, Bonnie, but we can't fix this. It's really up to the witches and fate now."

"But I will do my best," Bonnie continued. "I have to."

"What was that about?" Elena asked when they had been sitting on the couch for too long.

"I honestly have no idea," Damon shrugged. "Strange, though."

"Tell me about it," Elena pouted. "I can't remember where I've seen him. He looks so familiar. Even you did, in a certain way…"

"Well, it works both ways then," Damon mumbled, "And I'm not just talking about your uncanny similarities to Katherine. It was like I've seen you somewhere before."

Elena suddenly remembered something, and in an instant, she was upstairs, bringing the diary she wrote everything in.

"I told you when we first met that I wrote my story in symbols," Elena explained, "That way no one would ever knew of my secrets and of my personal life. However, I was reading my diary again…" Elena turned the pages to an old page, written in symbols. "All I can read is the date, May 23rd, 2009. Other than that, I can't read anything written, which is weird since it is my handwriting….or symbolwriting, whatever."

"Elena, you were eleven years old," Damon said, "You were confused. I don't think spelling or ruined symbols were an issue."

"I don't know, Damon," Elena sighed, "But whenever I look at this page, I feel this cold feeling. The feeling of being lost and unknown."

Damon stared a little at her. "We'll figure it out, okay? I'll ask Bonnie, maybe she can read it for us."

"Do you think Bonnie is strong enough?"

"Yes, she is," Damon assured. "She'll help us."

The next morning Damon kept his promise. After the usual coffee and cereal for Elena and his bloodbag, he started the car and drove to Bonnie's house. There was a fifteen minute car drive but other than that it was a quick travel.

"Damon," Bonnie greeted, "Didn't know you were coming."

"Short notice indeed, Sabrina," Damon teased, knowing the nickname annoyed her. She pouted, but then gave him a small smile and reached out to hug him. It was then when she realized Elena was there.

"Hey, Elena," Bonnie said softly. "Didn't see you there. How are you doing?'

"Fine, thanks," Elena replied, "You?"

"Good," Bonnie smiled a little. "I assume you need help on something since you dropped in for a visit," She told Damon.

The latter pouted. "Bonnie…You're making me look like a monster. You know I love coming for a visit since I love you."

"Aha," Bonnie said teasingly. "More like whenever you need something. But anyways, friends forgive friends."

"Yes, they do," Damon smirked, but then he turned serious. "Elena found a page of her diary that she wrote in symbols. She can't read it, though, and right now every idea we might have is important, to deal with things."

"Sure," Bonnie said, "It won't be a problem."

Damon handed her the page and she inspected it carefully, but she narrowed her eyes. "Elena, do you remember writing this?"

"I don't," Elena admitted. "I can't even read those symbols."

Bonnie's brows furrowed. "They are written with the symbols witches use," She explained. "Only witches know these symbols." She reached out and showed Elena one symbol. "See this? It's the symbol of the pentagram, the same pendant in your necklace."

"What does that mean?"

"Pentagrams are usually drawn to represent spells, magic, connections...and even a curse or death," Bonnie paused at the last two.

"So you think this is a spell?" Damon asked hopefully.

"I can't say," Bonnie said slowly. "These things need time. I'll take a look at it and tell you, I think I need some research."

"Very well, then," Damon got up. "Thank you for your help, Bonnie."

"My life is just too complicated," Elena sighed when they were in the car again. "No one seems to get it…Not even vampires and witches."

Damon grinned. "That's because special women usually have complicated pasts."

Elena blushed at his direct remark but she didn't say anything.

They were passing the woods now and Elena smiled a little. "This is where you found me."

"Yes, it is," Damon said with a sigh.

"Why did you save me, Damon? I never asked you that."

"At first, I was surprised…your similarities to Katherine are uncanny, of course. But then, something in me wanted to protect you rather than harm you."

"And I'm grateful," Elena said, putting a hand on his arm. "I don't know what could've happened to me if you didn't find me."

"What happened that night, anyway? You never told me that."

"Well, I was looking for a new town to move in…or rather, to hide in. I had been walking for hours when one of those druggies grabbed me. I remember that he yanked me behind him and locked me in a car, then he brought me to a campsite. I heard them saying that they were going to be paid a lot for bringing me to Klaus."

"Because Klaus wants your blood."

"That is what I was told, yeah. I don't really know why and how though. I told you, they believe that my blood can end all species."

"Well, nothing's going to happen to you as long as I'm alive…or undead, whatever," Damon vowed. "You don't have to worry. No freaky Klaus is going to take you away. I wish I know who this bastard is."

But Elena wasn't paying attention. He realized that she was looking at a part of the woods almost terrified.

"Elena?"

"Damon, do you mind pulling over?"

"What? Why?"

"Please!"

Damon immediately pulled over, and Elena got out of the car, walking to the direction of the woods. She was walking so fast and Damon had to catch up using his vampire speed. "Elena, wait," He urged.

But Elena continued walking, or rather, running. When Damon touched her, she just kept walking. It was almost like a human compelled by a vampire to keep walking.

Then suddenly, she stopped. She got on her knees and started digging.

Damon grabbed her arm. "What the hell are you doing?"

It was then that he realized that Elena's eyes were blank. And not only blank, they were black. There was no white in her eyes.

"Elena! Your eyes!"

But Elena ignored him and roughly pushed his hands off her. She dug and dug, and then she seemed to calm down.

"Something's in here," Elena said robotically, but then, her body returned to normal. "What's going on? Why am I digging?"

"You tell me…"

"Date…" Elena mumbled, "The date. Tell me the date." But she didn't wait for a reply.

"Oh God," She gasped, and she saw a little red box in the hole she had just made. "What is this?"

Damon carefully opened the box. His eyes widened when he saw what was inside it, and then he turned to Elena.

"Elena, it's another necklace," He exclaimed, "Like the one you're wearing. Bonnie told us about them. She said there are four necklaces…"

"How did I know where it was?" Elena mumbled to herself. "Bonnie told me that they are rare. She said that these necklaces have to be protected."

Damon inspected the necklace. It was exactly like Elena's, however, when he turned it, there was a date written on the back of it.

23rd May, 2009.

"That's the same date written on my page," Elena mumbled.

"Yes. It is."

"I told you, Stefan," Bonnie said, sighing desperately. "Damon asked me to tell him what is written. I've done my research…it is written in symbolism. The language of witches."

"I thought that only witches can write it," Stefan exclaimed, looking at the paper.

"Yes. There are no exceptions. Only a witch can write that, and it is definitely not a spell."

"Well, what is it, then?" Stefan asked impatiently. "Bonnie, if it is something about Klaus and those damn necklaces, I won't let him win again. I'll destroy the necklaces myself if I have to."

"Yeah, and then the witches will kill you," Bonnie groaned, "They sent her here for a reason, Stefan."

"Well, what's in the fucking paper then?" Stefan growled, the situation was getting way beyond his control, and he hated feeling weak.

Bonnie took a deep breath. "Stefan, it's an event," She said, "The writing tells an event, a story."

Stefan quieted. He already knew what he was going to hear next.

"Stefan, that paper tells the story of how Elena died."