I'm Never The One | Bamon

Chapter 19: '162 Candles'

WHEN SHE WAKES UP, BONNIE NOW PREPARES HERSELF FOR ALL THE POSSIBILITIES THAT COME WITH THE DAY, THE SAME TREATMENT IS ISSUED THE MOMENT SHE FALLS ASLEEP AT NIGHT

Looking up at the somewhat modest estate home. She finds herself standing next to Emily as they wait outside of a tall white door as the sun sets.

"What are we doing here?" She starts to question, "Are we meeting that man again, Johnathan Gilbert?"

Watching the bonneted figure nod at her slowly, she doesn't expect the sudden swing of the front door opening.

"Miss Emily, you received my message to meet." The dark haired man states the obvious.

"Good evening, Mr. Gilbert." The woman in mention smiles as she is let into the residence, Bonnie quickly follows behind her.

They are led to a busy living room, piles of papers and books everywhere.

"As I have told you many times before, call me Johnathan or just John if you'd like," He gestures for her to sit in the opposite seat across from him in front of a roaring fire place, "Please excuse the clutter."

"It's merely apart of your charm...John."

If Bonnie wasn't technically unconscious she would swear that Emily is flirting.

It can definitely be assumed that time has passed since the Founder's Party.

Hopping onto a sofa directly facing the fire place, she sits back and watches what she has been led to see.

"I summoned you to my home to thank you," A brisk masculine hand runs through brunette strands, almost nervously, "Your aid in dealing with the hedonistic creatures that plague our town has been most helpful."

"Of course," The woman nods her head in gratitude at the compliment then starts to shift in her seat when the man simply stares at her and begins to look around the room as if unsure of what do with herself, "Is that all you wished to say?"

"Um, well no," A bashful expression takes over the historical figure's face, "I also wanted to tell you that, despite my initial apprehensions I have grown to admire you, uh- perhaps more than I should...I know it may be inappropriate to express such affections, but they are honest in feeling as well as intention," A pause, "Emily, I think that you are a very special and beautiful woman. I am in awe of your strength and brave heart."

To say the least, Bonnie's completely sucked into the scene.

The brief silence is broken by the admired woman's hesitant response, "John I-"

"No please, I do not expect anything other than your consideration," Pulling something from his suit vest pocket, and lets it hang from his fingers, a necklace. The same exact one she's been wearing all this time, the one that Damon gave to her, "I saw this at the market the other day and thought of you, please accept it as a mere token of my appreciation."

Emily's body is still and her eyes weary as she looks between him and the piece of jewellery.

"An amber crystal is quite prolific," The woman starts rambling, Bonnie marvels at the sight, "It possesses strong qualities of healing, vitality and..."

Her words fade as the gentleman stands to help her do the same, The observer also gets on her feet. He wordlessly leads her to a mirror off to the side and offers to help her put on the piece of jewellery. With a shy nod, he fixes it around her neck, securing the clasp.

Watching the scene, she is overcome with deja vu.

The Victorian lady turns to the man with a smile.