Authors note

Hey guys I keep forgetting to do a disclaimer, my bad. Anyway yes the characters and even some of the story line belongs to TVD. I take credit for the blanks though. Anyway please do enjoy and let mw know what you think. I love Bonenzo so I want this story to develop but it can't develop if you guys are not feeling it (like I am). So once again please enjoy and let me know what you think. More and lots of updates to comeJ But to make it come faster, I love reviews (just saying ;))

Chapter 5,

Dear Elena,

They told me I wasn't anything
Before the bombs started falling
I was a fee for the master
I was a walking disaster
-Miike Snow

Another week, another no show from Enzo. I'm starting to think he's doing it on purpose and not because he's mad about the whole family are assholes stuff. If that's the case then he's being completely unfair cause I have to obviously give him an update on what's progress I've made. Don't get me wrong, I don't miss him least of all he's stupid smirk on face. But I won't lie to you, I feel like I'm back in the prison world if I don't get talk to someone. That kind of makes me just remember the whole situation that went down at what seems like lifetime ago. Specifically how Kai linked our lives together and how I will never see you again…I think by now you get how upset by that notion.

Well on the bright side, I'm trying to master a new skill. You know me I haven't been one for patience so it's going badly. I guess you could say I haven't really been one to hold a tune, but you knew that already. Enzo's giataur seemed old though, so maybe it's not me. Actually I know it's old because it signed at the back in big black writing:

E,
Haven't seen you in over 50 years. Come visit. Signed Big Joe 1995.
PS: The bourbon is still cold and waiting

For some reason I found myself smiling while stroking the words. I didn't know why. I imagined a life where everything was beautiful and glamourous. Well in my head, I mean if it was fifty years prior to 1995, that would mean it was around the 1940s. My brain is still not good at Math…sorry. Anyhow, Enzo was trapped by the Augustine in 1995… How did he get this gift then?

"Beautiful isn't it?" I turn to see him leaning against the door frame. I won't lie I was a bit startled by his appearance, "I met that man in about 1928…give or take a few years." He walked towards and sat next to me, "Very talented with his hands I say."

I was ready to be a complete bitch but he pressed my curious button. So I had to ask, "He made this?" I looked at the Guitar.

Enzo grinned at me and took it from my hands, "He did." He smiled, "He was or rather is still best craftsman I ever met. Made everything himself…including his bourbon."

"Is?" I look at him, "He's a vampire?'

"Of course he's a vampire," Enzo chuckled, "I couldn't be friends with humans…I didn't know better any different then. And the first human I came into association with that wasn't my dinner decided to abduct me. So you can see how I won't make that mistake again."

"You're friends with Alex?" I point out which digresses back to the feelings I had about him before he walked in the door but before I can say anything he starts strumming the guitar which by the way is more distracting than you think. He plays it so softly and so gently with concentrating.

"She's my family not my friend." He says while playing gently.

"And that makes it worse because…" I look at him sarcastically but I feel as though he's strumming is making it difficult to actually breathe and function and concentrate on my pending anger.

"I think me saving your life is living proof that she's not my friend," he shrugs, "Friends are people that choose to surround yourself with. Family just happens."

"So what did Alex just happen to turn up in your life?" I say completely dazed by the way he's playing.

"I think I've told you this story before." He rolls his eyes as his tune now changes into a soft melody.

That's it. I place my hands over the string which halts his strumming immediately, "But there's a whole bunch of other stories you haven't told me."

"What does this have to do with your research college girl?" Enzo said, "The whole point of research is to find out why they want you…not about my crap of a family."

"I come from a line of witches." I say to him matter-of-factly, "There's a possibility that there is some history to all of this. There always is."

"So what do you want would you like for me say love?" He says sarcastically, "my mother was a whore and my father never loved me…you know that already."

"Enzo," I look at him with a serious expression, "You literally disappeared from the face of the earth for a whole month. "

"I was being a double agent."

"You compelled someone to bring the groceries."

"If I didn't know any better love," He grins at me, "I would say you missed me."

I sigh in frustration. He wasn't taking me seriously. So I just stood and walked towards to my room until he stopped me.

"Ariel knew your Ernestine Bennett." He says looking at me, "Your ancestor I'm assuming."

"No," I say to him, "Ariel knew a Ernie Makles…" I trail off realizing that he was right, "Of course…Why was I so blind. I walk over to the files at the table. I look through files of objects that Dalton acquired, "It was your uncle who started bringing other 'creatures' in other than vampire."

"Please don't refer to him as my uncle."

I ignore his bitter tone and hold up a piece of paper, "Ariel didn't know Ernestine. She experimented on her."

"What?" He looks at me in utter disbelief. I hand him the paper with Ariel's report on Ernestine. He reads in out loud, " Subject is not reacting well to Lobelia…what's that?"

"It's some sort of plant," I explain, "it's sort of like sugar for a kid. We loose concentration only it's much worse. Our nose bleeds, there could be internal bleeding…the list goes on."

"That doesn't sound like something that happens to a child that has candy," he looks at me and then back the paper, "Subject seems to be very withdrawn to vampire when placed in the same room as a vampire…"

"Look at the last bullet." I say frowning.

"Subject's blood does not allow the access of magic to Vampires," He continues to read, "Even after draining Ernestine Bennett's…" he trailed off and his eyes widened.

So I continued for him, "Even after draining Ernestine Bennett's blood." I say looking down, "Subject was dead within seconds."

"I…" Enzo looks at me in disbelief.

"Grams never spoke of her often," I sigh, "I now know why…maybe that's what armory wants with me. To see if they can try that same experiment they did on Ernie."

"I doubt that." Enzo says, "I don't mean to be rude but Ernestine was an average witch. They could have tried this out on anybody. Granted that they should be a witch."

He was right ofcourse. They could do their little experiment on anybody and lord knows theres a bunch of us.

"Also," Enzo said, "They have siphons now so they definitely don't need you."

"What are they doing to Mary-Louise and Nora?" I ask. I didn't care but I was very curious.

"I don't know," Enzo shrugs, "I do know that Alex is being extra dodgy these days…She's exactly like Dalton."

I look at him, "Enzo, Dalton committed suicide…is that true?"

"If you're saying what I think you're saying," Enzo smirks at me, "Then to answer your question, I didn't kill Dalton. I was nine, hardly any serial killer skills. Also I didn't know my family."

"Oh," I look down in embarrassment, "I just thought they treated you horribly that-"

"No," Enzo cuts me off, "I have very limited memory of them. I do know however for your pleasure…Ariel killed my mother."

"What?" I'm shocked at how calm he is saying this.

"Yeah," Enzo says concentrating on his guitar again, "Psycho at the best of times I tell you."

"You knew here?'

He chuckled, "No, I remember her killing my mother."

"Enzo?" I say softly. I don't know what came over me but I felt very sympathetic towards him.

Enzo looks at me and for the first time, I can see some sort of pain, "Doesn't matter. Ariel's gone…so is my mother."

"I'm sorry." I look at her wide eyes, "I'm sure she loved you so much." I didn't know what to say next, so I turned once more to my room and walked towards it until once again he said.

"Her name wasn't Bianca." He said. When I turned to look at him, he was gazing at his guitar, "Most Harlots called themselves the most common names in that time. It made it easier if rumors spread about them, it wasn't their real name. So their reputation was saved and the chance to still gets married. "

I look at him as I say, "What was her name?"

For a moment, one golden I thought he would tell me. I should've known better. Enzo and I hate leaving ourselves vulnerable especially in front of each other. He looks down and then grins at me.

"You should get some rest college girl," He smirks at me which leads to me glaring at me, "things are heating up at the Amory and I need you to get this research thing together." I shake my head in disbelief and storm into my room.

Before I can slam the door, I hear him whisper "Her name was Cassandra."

I didn't say anything. I closed the door and leaned against it. I felt drawn to that name but I didn't know why.

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