Bonnie Bennett Pov

"What are you doing here?"

"Hey, Bon." He dropped his bag then pulled me in for a long-haven't-seen-you-in-years-hug. "How have you been?"

"Whose he?" Angelo asked protectively like he wanted to yank me away from Jeremy. I took a step back.

"Hey man, Jeremy Gilbert."

"Elena Gilbert's family." Angelo spoke, which wasn't really a question.

"Yeah," Jeremy laughed a bit. "Technically her cousin, raised as her kid brother. That, and Bonnie's once on and off boyfriend." Jeremy says.

I snorted, amused, and in shock to still be seeing him after all these years. "Formerly." I nodded agreeing.

"You dumped me, but I'm too cool to still show it." Jeremy smiled looking at me. "Let me guess, new boyfriend?" He glanced at Angelo. "Because… you kinda look like Enzo... and… Tyler." He mentioned cocking his right eyebrow at me.

I rolled my eyes. Things are definitely going to be awkward if he mentions Enzo again.

I can only imagine what Angelo is thinking, other than confusion.

"I can't believe you're here?" I say changing the subject.

"Damon called. I was just closer."

"Damon?" Both Angelo and I said together.

"Yeah. Elena is in Egypt helping out that guy you work with." He stepped inside and headed straight for the food on the table. "Mind if I have this? I'm starving. That drive was long."

"Sure, help yourself." Angelo answered then shut the back door.

"Thanks man, Bon mentioned me right? First boyfriend?" Jeremy mocked trying to seem bothered by Angelo's presence. It was clear he wasn't really threatened by Angelo- he was just teasing.

"Nice to meet you." Angelo then pointed to the fridge "If you're thirsty there's juiced pineapple and cold water."

"Thanks, man." He said then looked at me. "Wow Bonnie. Cool dude, and Damon did have a message when he passed by here last night, but I don't care enough to repeat it."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Clearly he came but couldn't stay, then got a call."

"Wait. What? Damon was here?" I say in complete shock.

"I guess. He hinted that he stopped by then and was off somewhere to help Naysa. Is it true how she's Emily's daughter and hasn't aged a day? Because that's crazy."

"It's an old witches brew -called The Longevity spell. Rarely used. So, Why did Damon call you and not me? What happened to Jamie and Abby?" I asked.

"Well, all I know is that Naysa has a plan and we all stick to what we're good at, which seems to be the best bet."

"What does that mean for you?" I say completely lost.

Jeremy smiled. "I'm a hunter and teacher now, Bon. There's things I get paid for doing to help out."

"I'm glad things haven't changed in that department." I stated. "But what could Naysa possibly need you to do that requires hunting and teaching?"

"Look, we all need help. Even you. I like this new you by the way. You figured yourself out, learned what you needed. I'm happy that you're well, Bon. We're both living our lives with no regrets. We have to keep fighting for the life we want. A safe life."

I nodded, then glanced at Angelo who took a step towards the door, peering out the glass window. Giving Jeremy and I a bit of space.

"Anyway, not to skip down memory-lane here, but I've been thinking- a lot about you, Anna, and Vicki. Every relationship I have ever had was with a non human, then I thought, could I really bring someone into this world of vampires, wolves, witches and whatever. I'm a hunter. It's who I am. Do I get to love someone human with the risk of losing them? I shouldn't. What would I do if I was to see a ghost in the middle of the night? No one deserves to see the things we had, Bonnie."

"Wait. From a human to Medium... How?" Angelo asked curiously.

"I died. You'll have to stop your heart." Jeremy answered him.

"What is your obsession with Mediums?" I asked Angelo, thinking back to our discussion in Paris when we talked about Matt- amongst other things.

"He's probably wondering if his mother is able to be reached." Jeremy says and I glanced between them in realization.

"Oh my goodness." I put my hands to my face, then slowly threw my hair. "How can I not even think about that?" I turned to Angelo, moving into him.

Angelo frowned. Saddened with the loss of hope, then suddenly- he looked me in my eyes.

"You were right…" He gave me a small smile.

I titled my head confused.

"Paris." He noted. "Shaddy-dapper-guy… is a bit of a milksop."

I smiled with a bit of a sigh. "I feel like the only person who doesn't know who they are."

"That's not true." I whispered.

"Naysa knew from the second she saw me… Like Gatsby with his stretching arm towards the green light at the end of a dock. Despite my efforts to move forward, the past has this uncanny powerful influence."

"Angelo, there's nothing wrong with hope. There's nothing wrong with wanting to find out who you are or where you came from. You're not a coward of any-sort. You say milksop, I say gallant." I caressed his face and hair, putting him in my hands. "You came to me for help, and no matter what, we'll find out the truth. We'll find Naysa when she achieves what she needs to and we'll find Enzo's journals." I clarified.

He nodded, placing his hands on top of mine.

"Speaking of… Naysa gave me a message." Jeremy says, and I almost forgot how uncomfortable this may look from the outside looking in.

"A message?" I say slowly sliding my hands from Angelo's face.

Angelo turns to face Jeremy, only keeping hold of my left hand for a short time also probably not wanting Jeremy to feel awkward.

"I came to tell you the truth." Jeremy says directly to Angelo.

Angelo gave Jeremy his undivided attention.

"Years ago, I died from a gunshot womb. I was revived by Bonnie, who at the time was channeling the power of over a hundred massacred witches at some witch burial ground. The spell that caused me to be revived also gave me the power to see ghosts, causing me to be haunted by the ghosts of my dead girlfriends Vicki Donovan and Anna Zhu. It all interfered with my relationship with Bonnie, and eventually I betrayed her and my friends' trust in me for what I thought I had lost. Something that was dead, gone and no longer lived. Seeing the past right there in front of me made it hard to move on. Naysa expressed to me that what I felt years ago is what she feels every single day that she keeps the promises she made hidden."

"What promise?" Angelo asked.

"What did she say?" I asked almost impatiently.

"When Raviv Lawrence Andino was killed by a vampire, the vampire compelled the St. Johns to take you in. Her name was Lora. When Lora was human, she met your great great grandfather, experiment number twenty-nine in the Augustine Society. She told him that his brother Binyamin Chaska- had plans to help them all escape. The Binyamin brothers never made it out alive. Binyamin vowed to help all of the Amory test subjects to escape. Back then The Augustine Society and The Armory were one."

"Bronzen?" Angelo questioned.

"The Armory first wolf!" I stated.

"Bronzen is half Kitsune and half wolf. Ironically, a Lockwood." Jeremy then looked at me.

"Lockwood? Like Tyler?" I say dumbfounded. No wonder he made that look-alike-comment earlier.

"Tyler's gone and clearly was the last of Lockwood and Apisi Werewolf Bloodline of our generation.."

"How did Tyler die?" Angelo asked.

"Damon." I answered.

"Damon? As in your…. Friend?"

"Yeah… long story short -there isn't any one of us that Damon hasn't killed." Jeremy answered.

"Except for me." I shrugged. "Even though he tried once, Emily took Possession of my body to help put a damper on Damon's plans."

Jeremy nodded.

Angelo sighed. "When-When was he born?" Angelo asked Jeremy.

"Your father?" Jeremy replied.

"Yes." Angelo nodded.

"1839." Jeremy answered.

Angelo narrowed his eyes confused, then Jeremy cleared his throat. "Anyway, In the late 1800's Tavern Lockwood learned that his father had a son no one knew about. The Armoy and downtown mystic Fall were still connected by the tunnels, that's where Lora went to hide your birth when leaders of the Armory arrived and took you. They experimented and then they turned her into an Augustine vampire.. She was the first of many."

"My mother…?"

"Yeah. After she became a vampire she escaped, then reunited with Bronzen to search for you. Emily Bennett's brother had a daughter named Emmalynn. Emmalynn is Naysa's first cousin. When Emmalynn fell in love with Bronzen, he was soon shot. Believed to be dead, Naysa nursed him back to health then hid him from society. Emmalynn never knew he survived, she hunted down some dude named Dalton and he held her captive in the armory. Traven knew of Emmalynn since they were kids. So when Em went missing Traven found her two years after she had gone.. He asks Naysa to go along with him to go save her."

"I can see why none of that was in Emmalynn's diary. She was taken by Dalton." I stated.

"Yeah, and before Traven died from a knife womb by Emmalynn- he begged Naysa to take his nephew. To take him away. To hide him and to never allow him to know what he could be. He said that. If you knew that taking a life could set the transformations in action, it would be the beginning of the end. He knew that his half-brother wouldn't allow his children to learn the truth. So Naysa promised."

Angelo gasped a heartbroken breath and his firm loosened on mine. He backed away, taking a seat.

Looking to the ground as though the tile floor itself has wronged him.

"Your mother died in 1889, after she found you. She died before Binyamin could get there. Naysa sent him a message - he dreamed of the location but he was too late. The only one who survived that night was him, Naysa and you. Eventually, Naysa went home to New Orleans and Binyamin took you to the women of the armory."

"Why?" Angelo asked, almost shaking with irritability. "Why would he leave me there?" He stood to his feet.

"Sorry, man. I guess he took the death of Emmalynn and Lora hard."

When witches and wolves allow spirits to guardian our magic powers stead of nature, things turn for the worst.

"Cursed, he must have felt. He mustn't have been able to handle it all." I spoke saddeningly, putting a comfy hand on Anglos' back, trying to sympathize with Bronzen.

To mourn not just one love, but two. I can only imagine what Bronzen went through. Wishing he could have protected the people he loved in some way.

"What happened to Naysa?" I asked Jeremy, while Angelo tried his best to register what he was just told.

"She has a mission, but take this before I forget." Jeremy handed me a large olive green book, with a rose design on the cover. "She said she would release this to you to add to your cluster of Grimoires." Jeremy then pulled a black box from his duffle bag.

"What's that?" I asked.

"In 1887, Naysa did a Blood Sigil- some hunter named Joseph Winchester was a great help peaking her curiosity… His descendant Dean leaves Kansas soon. I will take this box to him, once this is all over with." Jeremy says.

"Blood Sigil? Kansas? Did she say why?" I questioned.

"A Blood Sigil is when Blood leads to Blood- magic. Once I deliver this to him my debt to Naysa will be paid.."

"How do you have a debt? Did she save you?"

"Maybe." Jeremy says vaguely with a smile.

"After… Then what?" I asked helplessly.

"Nothing. You can be free to live life. Be happy, Bon." Jeremy stood to his feet. "We have what Tyler and Vicki never got a chance to have. To live on with Mystic Fall behind us. "

I nodded once, then Jeremy looked at Angelo, who straightened up. "Angelo, I know the truth isn't what you wanted to hear, but maybe there's someone who can give you closure more than I can."

Jeremy handed him a piece of folded up paper. "The upside to you being a Kitsune.. Is having power you never knew excited." He smirked.

Both Angelo and my eyes opened wide with alarm.

Angelo wasn't at all human. He also had the werewolf gene like Tyler had, yet not the aggression.

Maybe after his initial shock and anger of learning of his parents and past, he realizes what's truly in his heart has nothing to do with magic or fire.

"Bye. Bon." Jeremy waved, then backed out the kitchen door.

Angelo ran his fingers through his hair glancing at me.

I give him a reassuring smile, then a hand.

"You okay?" I asked.

"I don't want to cling to any pain from the past." He grabs me around the waist and jerks me close, giving me that smile that'll turn me to jelly if only I would let it. "I feel my future seems just bright, what do you think? Is it too late to hope to stay in bed all day?"

I smiled. "I would love that plan if only things were different."

"They can be." He flirted.

He kissed me firmly. Then releases me to grab our full plates on the table.

"Hey, Who says I am finished?"

"Don't worry, food got cold, only going to warm it up."

"Oh, thank you."

"Of course. Let's pretend the last fifteen minutes never happened." He says placing the food in the oven then takes my hands, slowly circling his thumbs over my palms.

For a moment, the light comes back into his eyes, and I laugh at the promise of what could be.

"Yes, we can do that. Let's forget the last seventeen minutes and finally sit down to eat." I say.

I can tell when someone has been through something with just a glance in their eye. I hadn't truly seen it. No matter how difficult it is, we're worth it.

He's worth it.

I glared at him indifferently, a challenge. I know I was playing with fire, but I want him too much to care.

"Maybe I'll stay here with you. Paris can wait. Even Egypt and work." I say, though his face is impassively hardened. I can feel the rage simmering inside him.

"This is a lot for me… you know that right?" He says, then leaned his face closer to mine. "What I said last night … weren't just words to me."

"I know."

"Do you? Because I can see this is your thing-"

"My thing?" I am offended. "What? Flirting. Having friendly banter?" I ask.

Angelo shakes his head. "Forget it."

"Don't do that. Tell me. What am I not saying?"

He sighed. "You don't understand. This isn't... just- it's a kismet."

Yes, a serendipity like no other.

I laughed. "Alright.. So the stars are lined for a Lockwood descended and a Bennett witch.. I get it. Can't we just enjoy each other without … pressure?" I say.

Angelo bit his lower lip and chuckled.

"Yes.. Yes, you're right." The scowl that crossed his face, shifted into an embarrassing eye roll.

He took my hand apologetically, sending a spark through me that I didn't bother to ignore.

"I'm sorry, I just see you-"

"Being heartless and not caring at all about how you feel?" I say. "Well you can ignore that persona you have of me… I'm not so Cloak and Dagger as you think."

"No, No. You're beyond more. I just ... I want to keep enjoying this. Enjoy being with you." He gave me a gentle kiss.

Already- Everything has changed.

*Few Hours Later*

My fingers roam over the knots in his shoulders, pressing and kneading.

He sucks in through his teeth, then gradually retires again as I floated away through the water.

I had no idea how long he and I lightly swam through these warm waves, I just knew I never needed to be anywhere else.

Fireflies up above between us.

Now out of physical contact, he watches me with a hungry gleam in his eyes. Hidden below the surface was a new found summertime sadness. There was something on his mind, that his lips refused to speak.

I reach for him and draw him into the warm water, not a single piece of clothing on our bodies.

We haven't spoken or uttered a word since we dipped into the water.

I cup the cool liquid in my hands and pour it over my face and hair. I did not give two cares if the now tight curls turn into a full afro within minutes.

Here, and now - was so freeing.

Angelo hums with pleasure, scoping me up in his strong arms, allowing the warmth of his body to radiate through the water.

Tilting his cheek into mine all while wrapping his arms around my wet body firmly.

His shaft was already standing tall and firm against my thigh, so I tried my best to not draw attention to it.

The depth of his trust in me radiates through our obvious bond. I have no idea if I'm attracted to him more because he seems normal, or because he reminds me what I never had before.

Alike like Enzo had.

Yet, they are not the same. Very different. Angelo is beyond humble, a bit shy, and Enzo never was like this when we first crossed paths. He wasn't gentle by nature. Angelo- almost timid with first glance- however anything but with vehemence.

"Mm-mm see? This is tranquility. This lake. This ...-"

"Bubble." I suggested, wrapping my arms around his neck, and my leg around his waist.

"Yes." Angelo whispers.

"We cannot seem to keep our hands from one another. You would have thought a date had actually happened." I joke.

"Soon." He smiled. "I'd rather have today, and worry about tomorrow ..tomorrow."

I laughed. "I know last night we were… -"

"Drunk on something stronger than strawberry wine?" He smirked.

"Yes." I laughed again.

"Answer me this…" He paused for a moment. "With the presence of your past, seeing Jeremy Gilbert or learning of Damon Salvatore's visit- does either of that strip away anything that may happen in the future between you and I."

"No." I blurt out too quickly. I exhaled. "No, nothing that has been said changes things. I like you, like in… I like you-like you- you know? I can see us doing this for a while."

Angelo sighed. "So you do feel it?"

I nod.

"Do I think I'd miss being with you the second you get on that plane, yes."

His eyes search mine. He's so vulnerable and raw in all our moments.

"I haven't yet booked a ticket." I spoke about Egypt.

"I have this fear of wondering if I'm ever going to feel this way again. There's a picture that's hanging in the back of my mind. I see you, then me over and over. I want to hold you and love you in my arms, but the fear of wanting to need you or need to be with you. It's different now. Is it alright to say this?" He laughed without any humor, just utter fear.

"If only I had the guts to blurt it all out… but I too feel that way." I frowned.

He's looking at me -wanting to stay.

"I don't want to break your heart, and I have this ache in mine that –

"Angelo?" I whispered.

His chest rises and falls with his heavy sigh, and I squeeze my eyes shut as he gently strokes my hair. "The more I'm with you... The less I want to let you go."

"You've left before." I noted.

"Only because I had to." Angelo shrugs as a certain thoughtful look crosses his features. "You have a habit, you know?"

"What kind of habit?" I asked.

He gave me a wicked grin.

"The kind where you make it impossible for anyone to forget you. The good, the worst of luck all in one."

"In a strange way, it brought you to me." I pointed out.

"Fate." He nodded looking towards the sky.

"Obviously." I smirked.

This was the bittersweet part. The end that maybe one day will be the beginning … or not… It could be just the ending.

Several long seconds pass until Angelo pulls his gaze away from the heavens to look at me. "I want you to stay with me." He says.

I exhaled a breath just to keep from saying no.

He knew I couldn't. I know I shouldn't.

I have a life in Egypt. I have a life in Paris. I no longer had a life here in the states, not for a very long time now.

"If you ever need anything, Bonnie… I'm here." He hovers close, wanting to reach for me.

Yet he doesn't.

Why not push harder?

"All I want to be is right here with you." He doesn't immediately leave, but on his face it is clear he shouldn't stay.

Silences settle in the moment as our eyes bare into each other. Longing in anticipation.

"Maybe the next time you're in Paris, we can have dinner… then we can dance." I finally spoke.

He gave me a smile of hope.

A fire burns in the air, scented with something sweet incense.

"Si près que ta main sur ma poitrine est la mienne… si près que tes yeux se ferment avec mes rêves." He says.

Looking deep into his eyes, I knew what I had to ask.

"When I met you I felt the bond and love so strongly between us…. It scared me. I know you felt it too. I knew in an instant that it wasn't anything else..." I laughed still at the knowledge that he is related to both of my former departed friends.

"No. Just Us." He held my hand. "I've fallen for you, Bonnie and I can see why Enzo did as well."

He was ready to say goodbye..

"Last night and today was the best I've had in … forever. I know you should go and do what you set out to do." I exhaled. "While I get back to my work in Paris.. And home to Egypt..."

"There's no back to anything without you. Now that I know you, I learned what has been missing… I can't go back to.. what was." He spoke with such gut-wrenching warmth.

"You can, you just rather not."

"Yes." He confirmed.

I sighed.

"If things were different, if we weren't what we are… if we were normal… we could stay together."

"Perhaps… yes." He nods with a shrug not completely disagreeing.

We cannot allow this to go any further than it already has. I carelessly gave him hope that we could be more of whatever this is. I, myself, am hopeful.

"I don't regret this. You." I made it clear.

It was nightfall.

"It's easier to admit the truth when you can no longer hide it."

With one tearful nod, I agreed.

"Goodnight, Bonnie."

"Goodnight." I could no longer say his name.

With one last sweet kiss to my lips, I slowly unwrapped myself from him- then watched as he went.

Went from the water, to the grass, to the house.

He was going…

Gone.

Not hearing a sound except field crickets.

Unsure how long I was in the cold water when I finally mustered up enough strength to pull myself to land.

I sat naked, and alone.

Maybe he'll stay.

Standing from the ground I walked in a rush towards the house.

Every light was on inside.

Through the sliding doors I almost ran.

Past the kitchen into the living room. It was all empty.

Looking down the hall towards the bedrooms, I ran.

"Angelo?" I called calmly through the tears.

The room was clean and deserted.

He wasn't here.

He was gone.

It was like last night never happened. Like my unflinching ability to shield any and all emotional unavailability led to this… emptiness.

"Great. As soon as I received his every admiration- he bolted." I say to myself. "Nice one Bonnie, pure your heart out during pillowtalk and the next day it's a death by a thousand cuts when he leaves."

In one of the closets was one of my nightgowns, I pulled it over my head.

I then searched around the room for Naysa's copy of The Great Gatsby. I was in-need of a tragic tale more than my own life at this moment.

The side table near the far window was the non solid face of floating 'Daisy Fay Buchanan in all her blueness.

The book slips from my hands.

I reached out to catch it, and suddenly it paused in mid air.

Clearly the telekinesis ability of being a witch came to my aid.

"Well, that was bossy of him, and nice to see some magical things never change."

I spun around to see a very familiar light complexion, olive undertones, dark brown and striking light blue eyes.

"The dick move was to stake his claim with little Gilbert then hit the road." Damon's voice startled me, and I sighed with such relief that I wasn't alone completely.

"What are you doing here?" I say in shock, rushing over to give him a hug. "Were you here the entire time?" I asked as he wrapped one arm over my back, as he held a small glass in his left hand.

"Of course not, I came at the tail end of your skinny-dipping-goodbye." I leaned back to look at him. He looked the same as he did when we last saw one another.

"Sure. You expect me to believe that?"

"Yes. Come on, Bon. Sketchy-loner with family issues? You don't even know that guy, and you know you don't have a good track record when it comes to guys with motives. More or less." Damon says and I narrowed my eyes, that sounds alot like Moses from when I first met him in Egypt years ago. I once joked to Jamie that Moses seemed shady, due to being adopted and never wanting to speak about his past. Even up until the day Moses asked me out and failed to show up for the date.

"My track record?"

"Oh come on Bon-Bon. Luka, Jamie, Ben, even little Gilbert wasn't right for you, and now that guy?"

"Guess that means you did approve of Enzo." I smirked.

Damon took a sip of his scotch and shrugged one of his shoulders. "Well…"

"Where did you get scotch from, and How did you get into this house? I never invited you inside?" I stated.

"Sure you did, you may have thought you were dreaming but– I have a deep ethereal ability that comes effortlessly whenever."

"Whatever, Damon. Since you're here.. Can you do me a favor and tell me what you did with Enzo's journals? Don't bother giving me crap about burning them, because you only would burn them if they had something to do with you."

Damon gave me a fast grin.

"As much as I love burning things that hold no importance. I don't have them. Gave them to Naysa."

"When?"

"Whenever she asked for them. Few years ago-"

"Wait! If Naysa has had them this entire time, then why would she send Angelo to me for help-" I cut off with the realization that it all was intentional.

"Looks like your beloved great-great-gram was playing the Bennett-witch-Ancestry-Matchmaker con with Enzo's brother."

"Brother? So Jeremy was telling the truth?"

"Yep, that would seem like it."

I signed. "Well, I guess it doesn't matter now anyhow. Angelo is gone. No need for any journals when the truth is clear."

"Be careful Bon-Bon, Don't want your mind to know your heart is starting to fall for someone." Damon jokes.

"Oh never, Can't have that." I joke back. "You know, If he wasn't so desperate to find those journals–"

"He would be more obsessed with you and would try at nothing to have you fall in love with him? Yeah, that's obvious."

"No, he was different."

"How? He's half Kitsune, half wolf. Who knows why he really needed those journals." Damon says, taking a step towards the bed.

"To kill his family." I answered.

"Hmm-mm.. Where else did I hear that line before? Oh… when Elijah Mikaelson swore to kill his brother Klaus and instead of actually killing him -he made a deal with him that ended with Klaus very much alive. So, try again with the 'He wants his family dead.' I'm not buying it."

I feel Damon's awareness prick, and I sense him coming before he crosses the room to me.

"So you slept with him, How was it?"

I instantly gave his arm a hard punch. "Damon!"

"What? I get it. He's attractive, fit, tan. Definitely can tell he's a Lockwood." He said and thought about Enzo.

"Do you think Enzo knew?"

"No. Not a chance. He was turned by my mother before he could even trigger any wolfie-curse."

"Wow. I can't even believe it. They had the same father but different mothers. It sure explains why Angelo doesn't look a day over thirty- Kitsune never ages." I state.

"You think he'll let him find him?" Damon ask.

"Who?"

"Armory's first wolf? I can only imagine that's where he's heading." Damon says, turning for the hallway.

"Bronzen- I mean Binyamin Chaska is still alive?"

"Part Kitsune, remember? Wouldn't be so hard for him to move around." He stated.

"Then why would he stay hidden from Angelo? Why would he allow his only remaining son to believe he's dead?" I questioned following Damon towards the living room.

"Because he needed someone from inside. What's the best way to destroy your psychopathic enemy then to have something as deadly so they could underestimate him. Maybe your boyfriend's poppa was on to something."

It all hit me. "You're right. Oh my- I can see that." I say thinking back to when Angelo mentioned a stranger he met on a train or something like that. Bronzen could still be in Paris. "Or, Do you think Bronzen is here?"

"I don't know- but I'll ask around. I gotta go meet Elena." He paused at the door.

"Tell her I miss her. Tell her… when all this is over.. I'll try my best to keep in touch." I say to him.

"No matter how much you would like too, we know you Bon-Bon, and it's okay."

I sighed. "I want to."

"I know."

"You're a great friend, Damon. Thank you." I expressed my gratitude with a quick hug.

"I'm no good guy, you know me better."

"I said great friend."

"Tomato tomoto." He rolled his eyes.

It took years for Damon and I to even have a playful banter. I hated him and all he cared about was Elena. Couldn't blame him though, she was the kindest and always tried to do right by everyone… that's why we got along so well. She was one of many who slept in castles and fell in love because she was taught to dream. Believe it or not, the night her parents died, it all changed.

For me… it was the night my Grams died. Something I will never truly heal from.

"Before I go.. I will tell you something."

"What?" I asked curious.

"Back in Africa, me and Elena did go to visit you when you were settled in. We spoke with Jamie. He asked us to stay away. We listened because we both knew that you had a new life. A healthier one. We didn't want to ruin that. When Elena had fallen asleep I snuck out to see you, I overheard your unexpected date. Moses didn't stand you up, I compelled him to stay just friends with you."

"You compelled him?" I knew it!

"After nearly losing you Bon I realized I had to remove myself from you- Elena and I both agreed. You agreed, right?"

"Yeah."

"No world is worth living without Bonnie Bennett. You deserve to be every-bit-of-happy. You're not that teenage witch who lived at 2136 Conyers Street, and I will do anything for you to help you keep the life that you've built for yourself. You always knew what to say to keep anyone going. I knew back then like I know now that we have to do right by you. You saved us all, so many times. You always sacrificed everything for everybody and everyone non stop. You deserve the love that you give to everyone in your path. So if Sketchy–kitsune-loner-wolf is your guy- then you have my blessing, Bon."

Tears streaming down my face, I smiled happily.

"Thank you, Damon."

"Anytime you need me, Bon-Bon. I'll be here."

"I know."

"How do french werewolves say goodbye?" He asked a joke question.

I chuckled with a shrug . "I don't know. How?"

"Awooo Revoir!"

I laughed, rolling my eyes. "Bye, Damon."

...

*One Hour Later*

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Dozing off on the couch, while watching 'The Count of Monte Cristo' I thought about Angelo.

Suddenly there was a knock on the front door, and I jumped up. Praying it's good news.

As the warm blanket hit the floor, I foresaw Jamie's smile looking at my mother.

It had to be them. Abby and Jamie.

Swinging opened the door, to smiling faces- both Abby and Jamie stood there.

"Hey." They both said at the sametime.

"Oh my goodness. Finally!"

I hugged them.

"You won't believe what Naysa told us." Abby says hugging me, then rushing into the cabin.

"Yeah, we even ran into Jeremy Gilbert." Jamie says.

I laughed, closing and locking the door as they moved into the living room. "Yeah, I heard. He was here this morning."

"Naysa used a protection spell." Abby says sitting on the sofa. "She told us that when Damon had protected all of Emily's children .. their names changed so that no one could find them."

"Naysa was born in 1860, Emmalynn was born in 1861. Emmalynn's father was Emily's brother. He was a male witch that fell in love with a Kitsune-Fox. When Kitsune was taken by Dalton, she died in a fire along with other foxes and wolves." Jamie says and I nodded, already had been told a similar story by Jeremy.

"That sounds bananas." I nodded.

I remember a long time ago at my gravesite, there was a woman named Marie Bennett.

"So who is Marie? I saw her tomesome near a person named Rose and Ernestine years ago." I asked.

"Marie Bennett. She was Naysa's daughter. Her first born. Her children were Rose and Ernestine." Jamie answered.

"Ernestine had Amelia Bennett. My grandmother." Abby says with a smile. "I'm named for her. She had three children, daughter Pammy and twins Paul and Pauline… Paul and Pauline were raised by their father."

Made perfect sense on why I didn't grow up knowing Lucy.

"Wow, this is so unreal.. I'm surprised it wasn't in Emily's journal who her children were."

"They were hiding, Bonnie. No one could know about them.. Or we wouldn't be here." Abby says.

I shrugged in an agreement. "Guess we have Damon to think about that. Huh?"

"In a way.. Yes. You know… I stopped hating him for turning me years ago. I shouldn't, but I do because of you. He became a good friend to you."

"Thanks mom. He has." I said and she got to her feet to pull me in for another hug.

"I'm just so glad you're safe and this is all over." She says.

"Yeah.. me too."