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Chapter V – Feeling Blue

"Blue is know as a "sad"

colour.

But when I see the ocean,

All my sorrow is washed

away."

- A.M

For the next few days Enzo was working for the Armoury leaving Bonnie alone in the cabin. She spent some time on reading, doing research, cleaning the hut but most of the time she has spent outside – strolling around in the forest for hours.

The scenery was beautiful. Fresh air, sun shining through tree branches, the scent of life waking up from deep winter sleep everywhere around her. Ever since that eventful night with Enzo she had real trouble sleeping and was hoping that longer walk would help.

She was kind of glad that she got time to breath and to think about of how and what she felt that night when Enzo brought her back from the "date". She could take a while, and surrounded by a sweet hum of leaves she could think about the relation between her and the handsome Brit.

That particular night she thought it to be just sexual tension. She felt that he's ridiculously hot and her being alone since split with Jeremy just added to it. But while walking alone in the vivid forest with her head cleared, far away from any problems, far away from her past – she couldn't deny that she was starting to feel for Enzo.

That thought scared her a bit. He was, after all a vampire even if he didn't necessarily act like it lately. Before she has thought of him as this violent, angry man – little bit lost, little bit misguided due to his experiences. She already knew there was a potential in him. She has seen how he treated Caroline and how he behaved towards Lily.

She thought he's just like Damon – a guy who is capable of all evil necessary if only he wants to. A guy who would use means to end. His means to his end. But with a good heart. And in some way it was true.

But he wasn't all like Damon. He was patient, he always took other people's feelings into consideration, he didn't particularly like to hurt them just simply for the fun of it. He was loyal to the core and preferred to die himself than to see people he cared about hurt.

The only problem was that there were not so many people he loved. Those who he did, often crossed him or used him for their own advantage just to abandon him in the end. He didn't have to always show of his supremacy – he had no problem acting just like normal guy, he didn't want to be extraordinary. For once in his life he just simply wanted to "be".

Romantic to the core, idealist in every way and hilariously sarcastic. Sometimes she felt like he can see just right through her with his deep, penetrating hazel eyes.

Oh, yes. It was so much more than just physical attraction – she was slowly falling in love with him. That thought once again scared her a little bit and the shivers went down her spine as the cold breath of wind touched her. Bonnie knocked up from her thoughts and realised that it was getting very, very cold and dark. In fact, she was freezing.

Even though the spring came with all force the evenings and nights were still very cold and she was only wearing a cardigan with a thin jacked on. She decided to go back inside and warm herself up.

The very next morning she realised that spending almost entire day in the woods, dressed so lightly hasn't been the smartest decision she ever made. Again, she could barely sleep at night. She was cold despite sitting close to the fireplace. Her nose was running and she had hoarseness. She didn't feel too well even though it was just the common cold.

She spent the whole day laying on the couch and watching old movies. Enzo had a big collection of both American and European classics in his cabin. Ever since he left Augustine's cell he tried to catch up with the culture. The art, literature, music and movies – he devoured anything artistic that he wasn't there to see.

He loved watching especially older films while sitting on the comfy sofa in his own cabin. That was giving him a sense of fulfilment.

While watching " Rebel Without a Cause" Bonnie got a text from Enzo.

"What are you up to, Love?"

"Nothing special, just turned into a couch potato for a day or two. Caught some cold so I'm feeling a bit blue " – she replied.

"Sorry to hear that, Beautiful. Hope you'll feel better soon" - he texted back. Bonnie sighted sadly and wiped her nose.

An hour later, just as the movie finished, she heard a car pulling up outside. Few moments later the door opened and Enzo walked in with a big smile on his face and shopping bags in hands.

- So how are we feeling, Beautiful? Any better? – he asked.

Bonnie made a sad face, almost a pout and shook her head. Enzo put bags on the kitchen counter, walked by Bonnie and kissed the top of her head.

- I promise you, that by tomorrow night you'll be as fit as a fiddle. Doctor Lorenzo to the rescue! – he shouted while making a Superman pose with his hands on his hips.

She couldn't help but laugh even though her throat hurt a bit more when she did so.

- I'll take care of you, Little Lady – the handsome Brit added heading towards the kitchen again.

- Won't Alex wander where you are? – Bonnie asked quietly.

- No, I told her that lately she's being a pain in the arse. I told her that I'm not her errand boy nor a servant. And that a man needs some time on his own, for God's sake. I also said that I'm going to visit some old mate of mine and we'll watch football and get preposterously drunk during the next few days – he said with a smirk on his face.

- And she was O.K with that? – Bonnie asked.

- No – Enzo laughed – she got really annoyed and told me to go to hell but to remember to pick up calls from her while I'm there. To which I gallantly answered: "I don't need to go to hell, I'm already here, Dear Cousin".

Bonnie laughed as she imagined Alex's face when Enzo said that.

- And then what ? – the young witch asked giggling.

- And then…she threw a book at my face and told me to grow up. She added, of course, that she will call in a week or so when she'll be needing my service.

- Nice – Bonnie smiled – Enzo finally putting his big boy's pants on. Good for you my friend. At least you were able save some dignity. – she said playfully.

Enzo gave her indignant look and then burst out laughing.

- You pick a movie for tonight and I'll make some chicken soup for you. It's a traditional recipe that I learnt from one of a kind old Polish lady during World War II.

- Oh, really? Please Lorenzo, tell me the story – Bonnie said as she comfortably positioned herself at the sofa so she could see him.

Enzo looked at her with a warm light in his eyes that he always had while telling her stories from his past and started to spin his tale.

- It was just a few months before the end of the war and we – which is the British troops I was serving in, in case you've forgotten – were visiting all of the small villages liberated from the Germans at the east of France. The soldiers were hungry and rain-soaked because it's been pouring all week long. The Commanding Officer located us in the very cosy cottage mansion. I belonged to a wealthy French baronage. They had this cook – an elderly Polish lady who managed to escape from Buchenwald concentration camp. The family agreed to give her shelter and job as a cook until the end of the war – Enzo was truly a born storyteller. Bonnie could listen to him for hours – She was the most amazing cook. Truly gifted lady. She didn't speak French – just Polish and German, so when she found out that I speak Polish - which I learnt while serving with Polish soldiers under Monte Casino – she gave me the biggest hug and started to cry. She told me her whole life story. How her son went to war on 1st of September and she hasn't heard from him since. How her son-in-low fixed her and her daughter a transport to his family in France. How both of them were captured and without a question taken to camp. How they managed to escape after 8 months and how her daughter died in her arms after being shot by SS officer – Bonnie tried to listen closely but her eyes began to be very heavy and she found it hard to maintain required concentration. Enzo continued his "goodnight story" seeing that Bonnie is slowly falling asleep – She told me all of that while preparing this huge dinner for us soldiers. Saying that I'm her favourite person and that I look a lot like her son she planted a big steamy bowl of golden soup with noodles under my nose. I took a spoonful of it into my mouth and fell in love – I'm not too sure whether in the soup or the lady that made it. Or both perhaps – he laughed silently – I ate everything that she was planting on the table before me eagerly and whenever I was trying to make a pause from dinning she would always say: "Eat, eat, Sweet Boy. You need to be strong and healthy so you can go back safely home to your loved ones once this hell is over". While pouring another portion of food on my plate. I don't really know why but I treated her like a grandmother that I never had, she had those kind of vibes about her. She wrote down all of her recipes and secrets for me in a small blue notebook adding at the end: "And remember, Sweet Boy – there's no better thing for feeling blue than delicious bowl of 'rosół' made with love". – Enzo paused to see Bonnie fully asleep on the sofa, and finished his story even if for himself only with a sad voice and tears in his beautiful eyes – She got killed by Soviet soldiers on the way home. On Polish soil though – as she always wanted.

Enzo turned the gas flame down for the soup to slowly simmer for few hours and walked to the sofa. He kissed Bonnie's cheek, covered her gently with a warm blanket and sat down at the end of the couch slightly lifting and then subtly putting the girl's legs on his knees. And shortly, cradling her feet – he fell asleep as well.

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