Chapter 12, (Part 2)

Cause I won't let them know
I won't let you go baby
I don't care what your past is
I don't need no answers
Just have faith in me

-Sam Smith

Dear Elena,

My life was so ready to end right then and there…

Again I have to caution the fact that I have been so naive lately. Forgetting my safety was a problem. That I'm not a witch anymore. I would have probably fried and desiccated his brain a long time ago. But because my safety was a problem…I didn't have my magic. You have to love the irony right now.

I dropped the camera and diary as I tried to run from him but obviously he had me before my stuff hit the ground. He flung me towards a tree trunk and I landed on my front, my head hitting a stone. I held my hand out as he edged closer hopping my magic would make a nice little appearance now. But that was just raw hope so I just allowed my hand to fall. I shuffled back into the tree hoping that in the next two seconds before he gets to me…I will come up with a plan. But I was blank and about to die.

He grabs me by neck and I feel the walls of my lungs closing in slowly but surely. He looked me in the eyes as he said, "You will not scream as I drain the life out of you."

"You can't compel," I huff in anger and fear, "I'm a witch."

He looks at me and the chuckles, "Some witch you are...oh well you're dead anyway." Without even thinking about it I just close my eyes as the piecing pain of his teeth sinking in me as I now my lungs closed and my body felt light…

So this is how Bonnie Bennett kicks it huh. On the bright side…you get to wake up as does Damon. The thing that was keeping him from his happiness was now slipping away slowly yet quickly. The thing about it is, when my mind drifted, it wasn't seeing images of you Elena…it was seeing someone else. I couldn't pin point who; but he was there. Running towards me and then holding his hand out to me. I could see his deep hazel eyes…

The next thing I knew… the piercing pain stopped and it felt as though someone had just scratched me in my stomach. I opened my eyes and saw the pain in this vampire's eyes turned to anger quickly but he didn't have time to register or react on that anger. When I looked down and saw a piece of a tree trunk in his stomach, I saw another one go through his heart. When he dropped to the floor and turned into the shadowy veined grey he deserved, I dropped to clutching my stomach that was now bleeding. Ok I'm still dying.

"Bonnie!" He said like it was a prayer as he ran to me in vampire speed. I watched as he bit his wrist and placed it against my lips, "Drink, come one."

I felt too weak to suck on anything, I felt tired and sore, I also felt tear hovering over my eyes.

"Drink! Now!" He pressed his wrist harder against my mouth, "You have to drink this!"

Come on Bonnie, I could picture you telling me Elena. I could see it clearly, I could see you clearly. If I could see you…I was slipping so I forced myself to just even take one lick I would gain a little bit of strength. I allowed my tongue to first hover over his bite and then I start sucking. It started off slow but then ended up becoming quick and rapid. It was sweet relief but I was still in pain.

"There you go." He sighed in relief and placed his hand over my hair as I sucked, "You're gonna be ok." I watch with my eyes as he looks down at my stomach and had my head where I got scratched, "You're gonna be fine…I promise." He then catches my eyes and then realizes I'm looking into deep hazel once more. He then lifts me up and cradles me tightly. It feels oddly enough…warm. I sort of just…drifted?

When I opened my eyes again, I shot up and hands flew to my neck where that vampire had bitten me. There was no evidence there that –that actually happened. My hands then went to my stomach, also nothing just a whole in the shirt that now has a nice big tear in it. I then evaluate my surroundings…there is an afghan over me, the fire is blazing nicely, I'm not wearing my shoes or coat and there's a smell of…is that Cranbury sauce?

I look up and see Enzo standing the kitchen with his back to me as he stirs something over the stove. I look around me and see that there are in the middle of the coffee table is a vase of bright pink Azaleas with a mix of white rose buds…My favorite. I frown at the flowers and then look back at Enzo who is now bending down looking in the over. Wow…nice ass. I even turn my head to the right to get another angle of it before I get super embarrassed at the thought of you laughing at me or worse him catching me.

Thank god he turns around and sees me sitting up, "Good you're awake." He comes over with a bottle of pills and a glass of water. He then sits beside me on the edge of the couch, "How are you feeling?"

I frown a little, "A little confused," I sigh and smile at him, "You make a good hero."

"If that's your way of thanking me, I'll take it." He smiles and then takes two pills out. Rayna's blood pills, "You should take an extra dose…that pest drained a lot of your blood it could be out your system."

I nod slowly agreeing and taking the pills. I then ask, "Is he from the Armory?"

"I checked," Enzo said, "No. Just a passerby. You caught him in the middle of hunt I suppose."

"You checked?"

"Yeah," He said, "I checked the Armory database and cut his arm off to check if he has an access chip in his hand."

I nod realizing that he went about it the right way, "Good…I shouldn't have gone that far out."

"I agree." Enzo sighs; He stands up and walks back to the kitchen to check on whatever is in the pot. It smells good, "Don't worry I've made the necessary arrangements to make sure that never happens again."

"Arrangements?" I ask him and sit up properly, "What arrangements?"

"Don't worry about it now." He says and then takes two plates out, "I hope you're hungry?"

"Yeah about that?" I turn to face him, "What about your pretentious dinner."

"Exactly that," Enzo rolls his eyes as he walks over and places a dish of vegetables and mashed potatoes on the table, "It was pretentious. So I told Alex I was going to hunt real food. She obviously took it out of context." He rolled his eyes again, "Then I get here wanting to give you a special thanksgiving dinner, only to find that you are someone's dinner." He looks at me but then walks back to the kitchen to retrieve more food, "What were you doing that far anyway?"

"I found something." I smiled but then it faded as I looked around, "Oh my god where is it?"

"What?" He asks me as he takes a nicely sized turkey out the oven. I frown as I look at how glazed and delicious it looks.

"The diary and my camera?" I stand up and walk over to the table and see it. I'm pleased to see the diary but then I catch a glimpse of the cracked lens of the camera, "Oh no." Enzo sets the turkey down at the coffee table and then walks back to me, "The lens is broken." I'm trying to hold back the sudden sadness that I feel. So I just sigh heavily.

It's like Enzo senses my sadness, "Don't worry about it," He smiles at me, "I know a guy who can fix it."

"It's not that point." I sigh and walk back to the couch taking the diary with me, "This has practically been the worst thanksgiving of my life."

Enzo follows me and sits next to me, "Come now Love it can't be that bad."

"Believe me when I say this," I look down, "Even the times my dad forced to watch day time football was better than this." He chuckles a little, "It's not funny." But I can't help but start giggling with him.

"See," He smiles, "You're finding something funny about it, love." He smiles at me, "Already." And then he looks at me, "And look I know this isn't as great as the family thanksgivings that you're accustomed to but-"

"But nothing," I interrupt him and look at the food, the flowers and me (I'm still alive because I'm used to, "It's a close second to being as great."

He seems touched by this notion, "So what's with the book?" He points at the book as he begins dishing up.

"Do you know a Virginia St John?"

"Should I?" He hands me the plate and it looks amazing.

"Well…no not really," I say to him as I eat some of the potatoes, "She's Alex's sister."

"Alex has a sister?"

"Maybe you should ask her." I say but I'm not really thinking about it, I'm thinking about how good this food tastes, "You know for someone who doesn't eat, this is really good?"

Enzo stands up and laughs at the same time, "That's a bad thing?" He opens the fridge and I hear two glasses clink. He comes back with two flutes and a bottle of Moet Champagne.

"No, but it's not a normal thing." I say to him as he unseals the champagne, "Wait!" I stop him before he pops the cork off, "We have say what we're grateful for before you pop it."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes," I say, "I've never had a glass Moet before, I wanna remember moments that led to me having it and hopefully I won't be that drunk, and the moments after."

He chuckles and then sighs, "Fine. I'm not good at this so you first."

"Ok," I think while looking around. I didn't know what to be grateful because I felt empty and alone a lot these days. But I did almost die today and Enzo cared if I died or not, he displayed that. This will probably bruise whatever's left of my pride but I say, "I'm grateful, that your sense of time is good because I probably would have been dead if you didn't show up when you did." I look down as I say this. He's very quiet and I look up and he's gazing at me.

He then smiles and almost like a whisper, "I'm grateful you're alive Bonnie."

No college girl, no love…just Bonnie but like it did it in the forest it sounded like a whisper. I smile and look down.

"Pop that sucker open." I grin and watch as he pops it open. I hold two glasses under the opening and watch as he pour the sparkles into the flute. Once we both have our glasses he smiles at me.

"Happy Thanksgiving Bonnie." He smiles at me.

"Happy thanksgiving." I smile feeling a bit emotional as I clink my glass to his, "Ok for real, let's eat."

And boy did we…I have to give him a lot credit for turning my very sour day and turning into something I appreciate a lot more than I should. Maybe even appreciate more than I did with my parents, with my family and friends…even with you…

B

Author's note

Hey guys,

Hope you enjoyed my two part edition as much as I did writing it. I felt twang of guilt for almost killing Bon-Bon there for a moment. Thanks for the lovely feed back.

As much as you love me…I love you more. So to celebrate "this Thanksgiving edition" I'm giving you song veto power. Let me know what songs you want to see in the next chapters and I will be happy to oblige granted that it goes with the chapter. Aaaannnnddddd to give you a hint to what song you should choose, the next chapter involves tears and sweatpants;)…not much to go on by but mystery is all part of TVD!

Xxx

C