Chapter 10,

Dear Elena

Come out upon my seas
Cursed missed opportunities
Am I a part of the cure?
Or am I part of the disease? Singing

-Coldplay

I had an idea…

Well it was more of a theory which involved a lot of explained on my part. For three days now Enzo had been travelling up and down from here to the Armory somehow trying to prove my theory. It was failing, slowly but surely failing. A lot. I should probably explain from the beginning.

So remember I saw a pigeon's ankle ring. It was lame that my memories sparked at this but yeah remember. Point is that it just shuffled my memory. I scattered photographs all over the floor of artifacts that the Armory has. I would like to just say, there's a lot and I'm going to try and prove my theory, it's going to be difficult. Anyway it started after our deep conversation where Enzo complimented me…

Moving on, "Let's hear it College girl," He snapped me out of my train of thought after I'm done laying the pictures out, "Theory me."

I smile at him and then say, "Some of these artifacts are almost thousand years old. If not more, if not less."

"I knew that already." Enzo frown as he looks around the room.

"Right," I say looking at an old clay pot now, "What makes the Armory…special," Enzo chortled at this but I ignored him, "is that they specialize in collecting supernatural objects."

"If not beings." Enzo says sitting on the couch while I kneel on the floor.

"Exactly!" I say, "But an object can't be supernatural unless it's been manipulated by someone supernatural."

"And it's not like a Vampire could do that." Enzo smirks at me, "It's all witch objects."

"Precisely."

"I don't understand what that has to do with you?" Enzo asks looking at me.

"That's my theory," I begin to explain, "Once upon a long time, witches used to brand their spells."

"They uses to what?" Enzo looks confused, almost blank.

"Brand," I chuckle at his confusion, "Think of it as trying to leave their mark in the world. Specifically when it came to objects." I pick up a weird looking ring, "A day light ring or amulet…the witch would perform the spell and perform another branding with the family's crest."

"My ring doesn't have that though." He says taking his daylight ring and looked at it, "It's just a stone and silver."

"What every witch wants hear…the lack of appreciation." I roll my eyes.

"Well I did kill that witch." Enzo says pointedly.

"Huh, how could I forget that." I said sarcastically as he tries to hand it to me, "Why you giving it to me?"

"So you could show me the markings." He says. I push his hands back and he looks at me with a confused expression.

"The markings can only be seen by someone of that bloodline." I smile at him, "Magenta wasn't even in my region let alone bloodline."

"Oh." He says placing his ring back where it belongs.

"But," I said trying to aid his confusion, "Witches stopped branding their spells because it evoked war…I remember my Grams telling me how thousands of covens perished because of these Brands. I think the last brands Bennett's did was before Emily…so the Salvatore rings wouldn't have it."

"Well," Enzo said looking around at all the pictures, "Would you be able to see it?"

"No," I say looking at him, "The brands were in places like the inside of a ring or mask or pottery or whatever…these pictures are frontal view and…" I look down feeling sad again.

"What?" Enzo said with a tone full of concern.

"I haven't used my magic in so long." I sigh and look at him, "There is the possibility that I won't be able see them."

Enzo looks at me and then says, "What now?"

"Well, I can stick to my plan," I look at him, "You have to take a few pictures of the artifacts."

"Yes because that's not suspicious at all." He said sarcastically.

I ignore his sarcasm as I say, " I'm glad you agree."

"Bonnie," Enzo says, "Alex is already as it is a very suspicious person, if she finds me taking pictures of every single artifact in the Armory, she's know I'm up to something."

He was right. Of course he was right. I was so desperate to find whatever it is that I was looking for and answers that I was trying to take too many risks. He could not take pictures of every ornament but…

"What if you don't have to take pictures of everything just the necessary things?"

He looks at me with a followed up expression. I stand up quickly and go to my room. I rummage through my boxes and find a small jewlrey box that I had not seen in years. I walk back to the living area.

"When grams died she left me this," I said sitting next to Enzo on the couch. Enzo moved closer to me to look inside the box, "She said it was a like tracking device for Bennetts. " I pull out the long tattered throng that holds a single silver pendent. The pendent had B engraved on the front, it was beautiful what was holding though made it ugly, "To sense when a Bennett is near, Emily used this object to look for traces of us, whether it be by magic or even soul."

"So if you've touched this it would tell you that Bonnie has been here?" He pointed at the gaitar, "And shameless ruined the acoustic genre." When I give him a look he smirks and says, "Completely and utterly ruined it."

"Yes," I say sourly, "Something like that. Only the pendent doesn't speak, it goes warmer if it's had any Bennett influence, whether it be a touch or spell…it can tell."

Enzo takes the pendent and holds it and then drops it, "Ouch it's hot."

"Yeah," I can't help but giggle, "I'm in the room and I just held it…The bigger the Bennett influence…the warmer it gets."

"So my operation," Enzo sighs, "Walk around the Armory with this old tattered thing and hope for the best."

"When it gets warm," I say to him, "Then take a picture of the artifact."

That was three days ago…when he comes back with pictures it all because the pendent was either slightly warm or just barely warm. Most of the objects had just been passed by a Bennett, so it would have some sort of connection. So it failed. Enzo did say that he would have swore that at one stage it went extremely warm near Alex. But then he said:

"Probably went hot because she is crazy and a bitch." Enzo said chuckling making me smile. Well barely smiling. I was feeling a bit disappointed about the lack of progress we made. Enzo saw that and lightly punched my shoulder, "Hey," I look at him, "We'll figure it out, I promise."

I sigh and just smile walking to the fire place, "When my grandmother showed me that pendent before she died…she promised me that I'd find my family everywhere I went one day." I look into the flames, "What she meant by that was that, I would always be surrounded by family." I sigh heavily, "Taking the necklace out and giving it you to go and find traces of Bennetts, long gone Bennetts has made realize that currently…and scarily enough…I'm the last Bennett left." I fall into the couch.

Enzo walks slowly to the couch as I continue, "Which means the responsibility falls on me to continue this damn bloodline…I don't even have my magic how do I bring the next generation into the world."

"You should give yourself more credit." He smiles at me, "You're also putting a lot of pressure on yourself…you don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

"That's rich coming from you," I say, "you're still working for a family you know that screwed you over…before and after you knew them."

"True," Enzo shrugs, "But it's because of knowing that my allegiance has changed…to myself."

"So why are you still there?" We're both leaning back into the couch. I look at him with wide eyes.

"To protect you." He shrugs once and gazes at me.

I blink a few times and can't help but feel more drawn to him. Before I know it I'm back to looking at his deep hazel eyes. I look away because I literally did not know what happening. I didn't even want to know.

"Just out of interest sake," He says sighing. If I didn't know any better that sounded like a sigh of frustration, "What happens when I find this artifact or object."

I sigh as I think about it logically. The end goal is for Alex to leave me alone so I can go back to living my life.

"I destroy it." I say simply, "And we both can go our separate ways." He looks at me with a look can't quite piece together, "That was the end goal wasn't it?"

Enzo stands up and grabs his jacket. As he is about to open the door he turns to smirk at me, an expression that looks forced, "Definitely College girl." Then walks out.

If I was being completely honest Elena, the plan seemed perfect a couple of months ago. It now seems too easy, so much so that it feels like crap. All of this because I don't know what I want…

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Authors Note

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CJR