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Hey guys I got the chapters' wrong, it's the next chapter that needs a song and you guys are choosing. Once again it's tears and sweat pants (that's the hint). So just send me songs or if you feeling shy you can PM meJ

Sorry it took so long to update, but will be back soon. I stick to want I hint (say) the more reviews I get I seem to be encouraged to write more for you guys. Because you guys have a way of making a girl feel good about herself. So keep letting me know what you thing and the next step will be in front of your door step before you know it.

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And now from me to you…..I give you chapter 13

Funny how we both end up here but everything seems alright

I wonder what would happen
If we went back and put up a fight
'Cause once upon a time you were my everything

-Zara Larsson and MNEK

Dear Elena,

Enzo is taking this protection thing way over board…

I mean seriously was all this really necessary. I mean true I almost died or I was killed (same thing) but I could protect myself. When I tried that argument, Enzo laughed bitterly.

"Yeah my memory serves to remind me differently." This happened after he blatantly told me that he was taking extra precautions to ensure that I would remain safe. I didn't exactly know what these extra precautions but it sounded like something that I was probably going to roll my eyes. All I know that a week after Thanksgiving, Enzo refused to leave. During that week I thought he would get on my last nerve but he actually helped my research process.

Since I was so busy with Virginia's diary, he went through the more administrative research. Like the current staff that was at the Armoury. How it came about that Alex actually became the leader.

"They grew up in those four walls," Enzo said reading a chart from the dining room table while I sat at the couch in front of the fire reading the diary, "In some of these minutes of meetings, the secretary said the meeting had to end early because D.J had to tend to his daughters."

"The girls went to a boarding school in London in high school." I say to him, "I've read a page on how Virginia hated every minute of being in London."

"What a pessimist." Enzo rolled his eyes.

"You're only saying that because you're from there." I smile at him, "That makes you biased."

"Well yes." Enzo says shrugging, "But speak to anyone and they will tell you that Virginia St John is a pessimist, especially for saying that. She's probably think Paris is a dumb then."

I can't help but giggle at how aggravated he sounds, "Call me crazy but it sounds like you, Lorenzo St John, are taking this quite personally."

"I am." He agrees looking through charts, "Have you ever been to London or Paris?"

I just look down at the diary. This is a very uncomfortable conversation for a number of reasons. One of them being the last he made fun of me for doing exactly what I did. Looking after a grief stricken Rick and irrational-missing-Elena Damon.

"Have you?" I continue to ignore him, "Bonnie, you spent a whole summer in Europe…where did you go?"

"Well," I sigh and then look up, "We went to Amsterdam…I think."

"What do you mean you think?" He comes closer and looks completely flabbergasted, "You literally can't miss Amsterdam or even Paris or anywhere in Europe…I consider you a very observant person so there is no way you could miss the obvious."

"Well you'd be surprised," I shake my head, "Have you ever tried going to a place outside of the country that you've never been in while looking after two grown ass men who make dumb choices when they're in the wrong head space?"

"The operative word; being grown ass men." He says to me with a blank expression, "Why do you feel the need to take care of everyone."

"You're just full of contradictions today aren't you?"

"How do you mean?"

"We literally just had a fight about how over the top you're being about my safety," I raise an eyebrow at him, "And yet here you are questioning how I look after people."

"Bonnie," He points out, "You plainly admitted to missing out on Europe – while being in the bloody place- because you were babysitting two adult men."

"If something happened to Rick and Damon, Damon especially-" It didn't sting as much to say his name- "and Elena had to come back to him being gone and knowing that Rick didn't live a full life…I think she'd hate me."

"Makes sense," Enzo nods, "But, will she return the same withdrawal to Damon for leaving you the way he did. Jeopardizing your safety."

He had a point…would you Elena. I mean, Damon wrote me a letter -which I'm yet to open- saying goodbye allowing the world of bad to get to me. Granted that he didn't know I was in danger when he decided to desiccate. I wonder now, if he had known would he try to keep me safe. Probably try the quickest thing in the box, rip Alex's head off and then go back into the coffin and assume his desiccated position.

"I can see what you're doing, Love." He said, "You asking yourself the million-dollar question if he'd protect you if he knew about the danger your in."

"It's not only that," I look at him closing the diary, "Elena was my best friend and I'm the thing standing in between her happiness with danger. Would she really be mad at him for abandoning me for her…after all he was just my…?"

"Your what? Friend?" Enzo says, "It's not wrong if you wanted to say that," He scoff and looks into the flames, "After all I spent five years telling myself that we were friends."

I look at Enzo with what feels like sympathetic eyes. Enzo spent almost seventy years in a cell being tortured and of those seventy he appreciated five of them. The best memories he could formulate out of those dark times was the time he spent with Damon. Damon thawed those memory by leaving him and…giving up on him. The same way he gave up on me. Damon and I had good times together, a lot of bad, but while you were gone Elena he actually made a good replacement for you. I don't mean that to hurt your feelings, it's more about the fact that I didn't miss you as much and it didn't hurt as much to miss you when I did miss you. But now I constantly think about you if I'm not thinking about Enzo.I mean Caroline.

"And about to Elena being mad at him," Enzo says, "I can't promise that she will be mad at him but I guarantee you that I will make their lives miserable ensuring that she knows how miserable he made you."

I giggle a little at this statement "I can't let you that."

"Why?" He chuckles, "Have you not seen what I'm capable of in the last couple of years that you've known me."

"It's because I've seen what you're capable of and because I've known you for too long to let you do that," I look down and then breath hard and look up at him, "You need to find happiness Enzo…"

He looks up at me with a face full of hurt and pain. I wanted all of that to go away and part of the reason that he's full of hurt is because he's lived a full life of pain. I wanted for him what I have always wanted for myself…that is just that he lives a long (guaranteed he is immortal) happy life.

Before he can say anything, then someone taps at the door. He shakes his head as if he is getting anything I just said out his head. He then grins at me, "Ah protection is here."

I fzown as he walks to the door. He opens it slowly and smiles, "Well a blast from the past is always nice."

"What blast," The woman said from the door, "You knew my great grandmother, you've never known me."

Enzo moves out the way for her to walk in, "Still feisty like your mother."

A young girl with bright red hair and light olive skin walks in the door. She looks much younger than me and a lot scarier. Enzo closes the door and takes rolls of money out of his pocket. It must me more than a thousand.

"So as agreed," Enzo says looking down on her, "You cloak this place from here and about 200 metres out ward around the forest and this is yours."

"Agreed." She shrugs trying to take the cash from her but Enzo points at the door. She rolls her eyes, "Fine." She walks towards the door.

"Ahem!" I clear my throat before she walks out. She turns to grimace at me.

"Oh where are my manners," Enzo says and smiles, "Bonnie, this is MJ. I was good friends with her great grandmother. M.J this is Bonnie…she…" He couldn't seem to place me.

"I'm a college student doing research for him." I smile at her. That works right? I mean it was weird, this guy went from being my enemy to being my…guardian? Friend? Partner?

"Yeah because he can't do a lot of stuff by himself." She rolls her eyes and then walks out.

"Charming." I say to Enzo.

"Yeah, she's got a bit of a temper like her great grandmother." Enzo sighed.

"So how did you know her Great grandmother?"

"I've already told you this story." He says to me, "Only I made it sound like we were really close to MJ but we weren't."

"What do you mean you made it sound."

"I couldn't exactly say I killed your great grandmother for putting a love spell on me." Enzo shrugs, 'She wouldn't have helped me."

"Wait a minute," I look at him, "Are you saying that –that girl outside…is Magenta's great granddaughter. The witch you killed in Atlanta in the forties?"

"Yeah," Enzo says, "What did you think MJ was short for."

I didnt like the tone he used when he said this. For a one bleak and brief moment I felt like I was looking into the old Enzo's eyes...