Before you read, I know that a large portion of my readership comes from the US. I would like to take this moment to say that not only is Orlando in my thoughts and prayers, America as a Nation are in my prayers. I pray that as a human race, we can get through all the hardships we are experiencing in the world today. Remember that if you choose to love and not hate, that already helps the world get better a little bit. So here I claim my love and support for each of my readers, especially those affected by the events of the past couple of days.

In my country we believe in the saying Ubuntu, which in direct translation means 'togetherness'. Let us stick together as humans to eliminate all the suffering.

And now the chapter you have all been waiting for. I hope it takes the heavy hearted feeling away that many- including myself- have been experiencing for the last couple of weeks.

Chapter 24, (Part 1)

Dear Elena,

I'll be giving up, oh
Home is where the heart is,
And I gave it to you in a paper bag
Even though it's tarnished
You told me it's the best you ever had
You got my secret combination
And I don't be giving that out easily
With my deepest dedication
You can tell that you were brought the same for me
-Disclosure

…I thought I knew what perfect lovemaking was until this very moment. Even now as I am writing in you and Enzo is busy making me tea, I can't stop smiling.

No offence to Jeremy or anything but I think we were just both so different in the end that it felt so right- so good- to be with Enzo… and so weird for thinking that I ever was with Jeremy. I mean he was ok I guess, at the time I thought he was great and all. But now I'm looking back and wondering if maybe the reason we broke up was because we were never meant for each other. Because my heart and soul belongs to someone else. I don't want you to think I think idly of Jeremy Elena but his heart wasn't 100% dedicated to me either. For one when his ghost girlfriend rocked up, he wasn't hesitate to get rid of her. Then when i was trapped in a prison world, I find it odd that he was out hooking up with the rest of world but...Enzo wasn't. It may sound like I'm angry at Jeremy, I assure you I'm not and that's only because of Enzo.

Let me go from the beginning shall I?

I decided to go through more documents that day about Virginia St John. Her diary was packed with problems that I clearly had to unpack to make any sense. I mean at one stage she was writing a lot of sense but now she was kind of just frustrating me. She confused me, she didn't make any sense when she spoke about her problems. I pray that when you read this Elena that I haven't confused you at all, I can probably imagine frustrated but not confused. On this particular day, it had been about three weeks-maybe four- since Enzo had been home. They found a lead of me in up north and then it would change to somewhere in New York. It was like someone was changing my course for me. Reading about Enzo's family though made me want him to be home…Now I wasn't making any sense. Anyway the diary entries that weren't making any sense were these ones:

They're back…the weird and crazy sounds...the visions. Alex wants to make sure that I am not crazy so she has sent me to speak to therapist. It's no good, I sit in that 55 minute session saying absolutely nothing. When I say nothing, I mean nothing. Why is that? because I know there is no confidentiality, he's just going to go straight over to Alex and tell her all my secrets. Like the fact that I keeping hearing Mom's voice…Dad's voice…..and Michael's. They're asking me something. Something I can't seem to grasp onto what they're saying. When I thought I heard their voices from down the hall, I ran. I ran so fast that I don't even know how I ended up down at the basement. My security detail found me and that's when the voices ended…until Michael told me to kill him. I remember grabbing the sword ornament off the wall and running towards my security detail. He shouted for help and was able to get the sword out of my hand before I could cause any real damage. He held me down and that is when Alex and Yvette came running down. By then Michael was long gone…

That's when I decided to ransack through the Armory's list of witches…obviously behind Alex's back. Though I was hopeless at this that I looked through a file of witches that had died years ago. Including one Ernestine Bennett. Of course the Armory had something to do with her death. Though it said that Ernestine Bennett…had children. Wouldn't her line still exist now. The reason I though Bennett was a viable option is because the file read that Bennett witches are powerful beyond their years. Maybe I could get one to get these voices out my head.

And what do you know…Bingo was his nam-o. Lucille Bennett. She seemed perfect for the job. I just grabbed the family cheque out of the safe and wrote a nice number on it…and she was keen. She made me lay on the table in my room and she looked in my head. It didn't take long before she saw horror.
"Where is it?"
That is also round about the same time Yvette walked in.

For the last time.

That was also the last time Virginia wrote and the day before this diary entry, was the last day Yvette was seen shopping. Now if that didn't scream creepy, I have no idea what will. Though I have to admit, it feels like pieces are coming together. The most significant-not to mention relevant- link I've made between my family and Enzo's is Lucy. That bitch. Remember her, worked with Katherine? Yeah that's her. I logged onto the Armory database and typed in her name.

Name: Lucille Bennett
Specie: Witch.
Blood Line affiliation: Bennett
DOB: 25 August 1987 (29 Years old)
DOD: 8 July 2014
Cause of Death: Virginia St John. A gash over the head before a spell was attempted, for the second time, by Bennett. St John prevented the spell. St John is now being detained.

Detained? For the second time?

Which means Lucy cast a spell and probably did something wrong for her to need to redo the spell. That's the only alternative I'm coming up with right now.

You see this is why I hate sketchy people because now I'm at a freaken cross road. I sigh deeply and wonder ideally if there was a maybe a maximum security facility holding her now. I mean she did murder my last and only relative. I had nothing else to go on by because I've literally looked through every single box, looked into Virginia's endless amount of babble and have checked into each and every one of Enzo's relatives, including Enzo himself. Except for one…

I walk over to the most current box and take out a file. It's a list of payments made that the armory makes. Literally every time they swipe for "business purposes" it would reflect here, well the payments made in that last five or so years. Lucy's cheque is here, but it was never cashed. Well obviously, she died before she could actually do anything with it. I looked at the cheque…wow that is a lot of zeros. Though these payments can only be approved by one person that would be the person in charge of the Armory and runs the whole facility. That would have to be…Alex.

I pulled out every bill I could find, but everything seemed relevant to that place. Payments for more security, payments made for blood and science facility and the list goes on. Nothing peculiar at all, nothing that even smelt dodgy. I sighed in utter frustration and threw the file on the floor. I have had enough! Alex just wants me because there is some significance in my bloodline and wants to test the boundaries of that. That is the only solution I can actually come up with. I lean my head against the table and huff, I'm giving up Elena.

Something odd happened then...almost significant. I would like to think you were in the room because the next thing I knew the sun was reflecting on a piece of folded paper that fell on the floor that fell when I threw the file. I frowned at the paper and I slowly leaned on the floor and picked it up. When I opened it Elena, I couldn't stop smiling. Like ear splitting grin smiling. It was a bill for a psychiatric hospital in Asheville, North Carolina. Oh detained is she Alex? More like locked in a mental asylum. I started jumping up and down I was so happy.

So Alex had her sister admitted for being crazy, I guess it takes a crazy person to know one another one. I placed the bill in Virginia's diary and cleaned up the mess I made. Generally I would have complained about the fact that I had to clean up but I was so happy I could practically do anything. I even went outside and grabbed more wood for the fire. I carefully remembered the way Enzo structured the wood, I have been doing this everyday now, and lit the fire. It started off slow but quickly turned into something to be proud of. It was like everything was going right today. I looked again at Virginia's diary and the bill and just smiled.

"Hardly a year of college and no credits to your name," I smiled and said to myself, "And you manage to unpack a mystery without a degree to your name. I would say that is progress."

I look at the guitar and decide that since everything is going right…why not see what else could be perfect today.

As I start strumming as delicately as I can, I hear Enzo's car pull up to the cabin. For some reason my happiness increases even more knowing he is home. Though I don't think I will make that known to him, he will just get a big head. I look at the door which is standing slightly open, I probably forgot to close it when I brought in wood. I look back at how I'm strumming. When he enters the cabin, he has tow cups of coffee in his hand. As he closes the door behind him, I smile mischievously at him as I finish off my simple song. I spread my arms out and look at him with a "ta-da" expression which only leads to amuse him.

"I only heard two dogs howling at the noise!" He says taking his jacket off.

"Hilarious, as always." I look at him with a sarcastic expression before looking back at the guitar, "You stayed away long enough."

"Yeah. Been busy at work- they have me traveling more than I hoped" He sighs and then sits down next to me, "I trust your other pastimes have borne more results than your guitar?"

"Well" I give him a pointed expression, "the fireplace is burning perfectly"

Enzo claps his hands once in mock triumph as if he is actually impressed with me.

"And I found something in Virginia's diary." I say with a thoughtful yet proud tone.

"Oh, yeah?" He seems intrigued. Right he should be.

"Yeah. She knew my cousin, Lucy Bennett." I lean in to grab the diary the folded paper in the diary. I hand him the paper. He looks at me before opening the paper and skimming through it curiously.

"It's a bill from a psychiatric hospital in Asheville, North Carolina." I say and look back the guitar. "Virginia's been a patient there for the past three years. She might have an idea about why the Bennett bloodline is so important to Alex."

"Color me impressed." Enzo folds the bill up again and sets it on the coffee table before giving me a proud smile, a smile that I can dutifully admit has me bursting with joy.

"New year, new me." I smile at him and the strum the guitar roughly, "A new mastery over an instrument."

Enzo pulls a face and cringes slightly at me. I can't help but smile slightly and tease him.

"No?"

"Let me show you." Enzo moves closer to me to me. I look at the guitar as he moves closer to position my hands.

"I was doing it!" I say to him.

"Not really." He scratches his noise and chuckles slightly. I can't help but laugh at his brutal honesty as he too chuckles with me. He moves my fingers so that I can make a simple chord. "Here. This is it. Okay. You want to loosen up your hands. In there" I try to loosen it slightly but the smell coming off of him is…magnifying, "And strum."

When I do strum, it sounds a bit off tune and tad like the guitar was crying. I frown at Enzo and he just smiles, seemingly looking impressed.

"Yeah," He nods with a tone that matches his face, "Now back to the one chord." I go back to where he has told me to, "Right. There you go."Enzo helps me make a second chord so right and then covers my hand with his as I make the next tune, "That's it."

He strokes a part of my hand which has me shivering. Though I didn't mean to do it out loud that it almost comes out like a sigh. I look at him…and he me. Those eyes once again have me at a disadvantage. Those deep brown eye. Those eyes that are looking at me with a glimmer of what looks like mischievous but also hope. He has a hint of humor there too. We lean in slowly and what was once a cunning look, is now one of admiration. Like he wants this and this time, he isn't going to walk away. Our face are inches apart so much so that our breathing is enveloping each other. The smell that comes off Enzo also does not help at all, the smell I came so immune to when I was sick. It's like the perfect mix of honey suckle, lavender and…home.

Bonnie! I hear you shout at me. SIEZE THE MOMENT!

I close my lips around his and he kisses me back. it's perfect Elena. What I expected to be cold and calculated turned out to be warm and comfortable. He places his hand on my thigh which has me shivering even more. And too soon, we pull away from each other because well…the guitar gets in the way. When I open my eyes, they feel wild and passionate and that's only because his look exactly the same.

Enzo leans back as I put the Guitar back on the stand. When I look back at him, his hand is still on my thigh and I can't help but feel the electricity course through my veins. I can't stop looking at him with the same amount of passion that I have been looking at him with.

You want this Bonnie. I hear you say. You know you do.

Yes I do. Without hesitating anymore, I lunge into him straddling him. Enzo himself doesn't hesitate as he quickly kisses me back. I can sense how gentle he is trying to be but can't seem to hold back. I don't want him to hold back. As an indicative to show him, I take my cardigan off before quickly removing his jacket. In that moment, his kiss became more urgent…quicker…rougher…more passionate that I have ever felt in my life.

I wanted him…in a way I haven't wanted anybody in a very long time.

Without even thinking, Enzo inhumanly speeds me into the wall next to my bedroom. I couldn't help but gasp which causes him to stop kissing my lips but just move to my neck. This only causes more tension to my already intensified body. I rub my hands against his perfect arms which have me shivering. I take my shoes off as he kisses my neck and feel as his hands travel under my tank top.

Oh my.

I didn't realize that I shivered once more which has Enzo pausing against my neck. He looks at me questionably and with almost in regret. I blink a few times as he backs away from me. The places where he leaves my skin leaving me feeling cold without him there.

"What's wrong?"

"This is wrong Bonnie." He shakes his head, "I can't do this."

He moves to the couch and grabs his jacket and keys storming to the door. Before he can open it, I stop him.

"Enzo!" He stops and looks at me, "You don't get to choose what you want for me anymore."

"Bonnie-"He begins but I stop him.

"All my life, literally all my life, I've been told what to do," I say walking slowly towards him, "Who to be, what kind of person to be…and who to be around...who to say goodbye too."

He looks at me with an intense expression that only looks more tortured and guilty.

"Not anymore." I say to him shaking my head, "I won't be told what to do anymore or what or who to want anymore. I want people to ask me-for once- what I want from now on and not make decisions on my behalf anymore. "Enzo looks down. I raise my voice, "So look at me and ask me what I want…Just ask me." I almost whisper the last part.

He looks down for a long moment and then at the door. like he is contemplating his own choice. He then looks at me with an amount of fire and passion in his eyes I've long for, "Bonnie…what do you want?"

In a heartbeat, I don't hesitate because we both know that this has been coming on for a while...

"I want you the same way you want me." I'm standing behind the couch as he is still by the door. His eyes grow wide as he watches me take my top of for him as well as my jeans. I must have gotten courage from not having my magic because I would have never done that. I kick my jeans away and look at him. Enzo stares at the full length of body with what looks like a mesmerized yet adoring expression. I didn't think this would happen today but thank god I'm diligent about matching underwear because I think what adds to passion is the maroon lace bra and panty I'm currently standing in, "So come claim what I know you want."

He speeds to me inhumanly-once again- after dropping his jacket and keys. He then lifts my body onto the back part of the couch. He looks deeply into my eyes like he's searching for something and I allow him to. He then breaths heavily as he says, "You are so perfect Bonnie Bennet." He then kisses me not allowing me to process what has just come out of his mouth, cupping my face. The passion that is conveyed in his kiss has me melting right under him. He inhumanly moves us to the couch where I am now back on top of him, straddling him. From that position I can definitely feel that he wants me…so much.

I move my lips away from his mouth to take his vest off and throw it to the other side of the loveseat. When I look back at him, I can't help but trace my hands softly over his chest where there is a tattoo I've never seen before, well obviously I wouldn't see it. It looks like it's written in a different language. When I look back at him, he is looking at me. He then leans up to kiss me slowly yet passionately. He then moves us in a way that he is now on top of me but he is trying to keep his weight off of me. He pulls his pants off for me so that we are both laying there in our underwear. Elena I know you think Damon is perfect but this is perfection. His body is perfection. He open my legs slightly just to look at my whole body.

"Perfect." He sighs and leans down but instead of kissing my lips, he kisses every….and I really mean every inch of my body. This has me moaning and withering underneath him. It's like pure torture that I can't even describe to you. My neck, my chest, my stomach everything just wakes up when his lips finds them. Even my breasts.

He lifts me up slightly to unclip my bra and slowly takes it off, I end up trying to cover myself.

"Why would you do that?" He says taking my arms and placing them over my head, "Do you not know how beautiful you are."

I've always wanted this Elena. Not Enzo's attention per say, though that did have it's benefits. I've always wanted someone to see me in a way I don't see myself. This is not to bash Jeremy but like I said, I've never known such sweet beautiful love making before in my life. Something so tender, so beautiful that every single time I whispered his name like a prayer he did the same but this time it was like he was worshiping a Goddess...

No one has ever done that for me.

That night we made love, like I had never experienced in my life. The prospect of awkwardness had left the room when he tried to leave a long time ago, so I didn't fear anything. The whole time though he asked me if I was ok, or if he was hurting me or if "it felt good?" which naturally I can't complain about because it was perfection at it's best.

Another thing Elena:

I'd never had an orgasm until that very night…

B

To be continued

Authors notes.

Thoughts? Thoughts? Thoughts? If you thought I was ending here please note I STILL HAVE A LOOOONNNNNNGGGGGG WAY TO GO BEFORE THE END OF THIS FAN FICTION. lots of surprises now to come now that they are together.

For the next chapter I NEED A Lot of INCENTIVE! I will not be telling you how much because there are too many smart people reading my fan fiction *rolls eyes*. On the reals let me know what you think. I know some of you will be disappointed by how PG13 the sex scene, but let me explain. If I was wrting a Diary to my best friend I wouldn't describe every detail. I will say now, that maybe in the chapters to come more sexy sexy lemons will come though *wink wink wink*.

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