Hello, my lovely readers. It's finally time to say "Good-bye" to this tale. I do hope you enjoy the end of the journey. On with the show…
Epilogue: All Good Things Must Come to an End
Feeling like she was waking up from a pleasant dream, Elena Gilbert let out a contented sigh. Opening her eyes, she glanced around herself to find she was in the Salvatores'. Somehow she'd wound up in Damon's bed. But Damon wasn't in it with her. Groaning, Elena pushed herself up and out of the bed.
"Damon?" Elena called as she walked to the door and opened it.
"He just left. He said he was coming back soon," Caroline said. She hurried past Elena.
"Where are you going?" Elena called, a smile on her face.
Pausing, Caroline turned and smiled back. "Well, I'm going home to pack a bag. And then I'm going on a little trip…"
"Where?" Elena prodded as Bonnie came out of a guest bedroom. Yawning, the witch stretched and smiled at her two best friends. "Hey, Bonnie, you're just in time to hear where Care plans on going."
Bonnie turned to give Caroline an expectant look. "And…"
Caroline sighed. "I'm going to New Orleans. Okay. So, before you begin to judge me –" Caroline stopped talking when Elena stepped forward and hugged her tightly. "Good luck, Care. You deserve to find happiness."
Bonnie threw her arms around them. "Even if it is with Klaus."
"You guys!" Caroline cried. "I'm coming back. I promise. It's just going to be a real quick weekend trip. Two-three days. Tops. I'll be back before you know it."
"Sure," Bonnie nodded and Elena nodded back. They began to laugh.
Rolling her eyes, Caroline began to back up. "Okay. I'll see you. Bye!" She sped out of the house.
"What's going on?" Stefan asked them, coming upstairs and looking confused.
Bonnie shrugged. "Caroline's going to see Klaus."
"Huh. Okay. Well, I'm starving and I'm going to go hunt," Stefan told them.
"Okay." Elena waved good-bye.
Bonnie turned to Elena. "So, I've been thinking. I haven't really taken any me-time in…forever. Would it be terrible if I took a little vacation from everything Mystic Falls?"
"No!" Elena shook her head. "Bonnie, we will be fine. Go!"
"Okay." Bonnie hugged Elena and headed downstairs. Elena heard the front door close, leaving her all alone. Sighing, she decided to go downstairs and wait for Damon to come home. She had a lot to say to him.
When Damon arrived home, he felt more nervous than he'd ever felt in his entire life. Elena greeted him in the Great Room. A fire roared behind her and a bottle of wine was open. Candles burned and the lights were dimmed. "Hi," she said, looking nervous, too.
"Hi," Damon said, moving to stand in front of his girl. "I've got something I want to say."
"So, do I," Elena replied. Then she nodded at him. "You should go first."
"No, you go," Damon placed his hand in his pocket, cupping the little box, his heart pounding.
"Damon Salvatore, I had the greatest dream of my entire life. And I realized that I want you. I want you today, and tomorrow and forever. Human. Vampire. It doesn't matter. I love you, and I want to be with you." Elena got down on one knee. "I didn't have time to buy a ring, but I think you get the point."
Damon began to laugh. Holding out his hands, he pulled Elena to her feet, "Elena Gilbert, I never thought you'd pick me. I thought I wasn't the guy who got the girl. I'm not Prince Charming. I'm the guy who screws things up and pushes the greatest person who ever came into my life away. But I'm never going to be that stupid again." Pulling the box out of his pocket, Damon got down on one knee. "So, since I had time to do a little shopping, I picked you up something you might like."
Opening the box, Damon watched Elena's eyes tear up as she looked at the diamond ring. "Will you marry me, Elena Gilbert?"
"Are you kidding me? Yes, Damon!" Elena grinned as he slipped the ring onto her finger. "I love you. So much."
"Please, tell me your friends and Stef are gone." Damon said, picking Elena up.
"Yes." Elena continued to giggle as Damon raced them back to his bedroom. "You are my happily ever after."
"You say that now; wait until the honeymoon," Damon teased.
On the way to the front door of the compound gate of where she believed Klaus lived, she felt butterflies in her stomach. He invited her here. She should not be nervous. Inhaling and exhaling, Caroline continued on her way, her head held high as she passed through the open gate and into the courtyard.
"Caroline?" Hayley Marshall's voice startled Caroline. Of course she knew Hayley might be there. Klaus told her about the miracle baby. But it was another thing to see Hayley, here.
"Hi, Hayley," Caroline said, shouldering her bag. She began to ask about Klaus when she noted the large eyed baby on Hayley's hip. "Is that…"
"Hope. This is Hope." Hayley waved one of the baby's hands at Caroline.
"Ms. Forbes. What are you doing here?" Elijah said, coming up behind Hayley and placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Oh, um." Caroline began when she heard the sound of Rebekah's voice.
"We have enough parties. We do not need to hold another fundraiser, Marcel," Rebekah griped. Then she stopped. "Caroline, what are you doing here?"
"Caroline?" Klaus' voice came from one of the balconies and then he dropped down before her. Straightening, Klaus looked just as devilishly handsome as the last time Caroline saw him. "What are you –"
"Doing here?" Caroline finished and gulped, looking at his family. "You called me. You said you wanted to show me your city."
"It's not his city," Marcel interrupted.
"Shut up, Marcel," Rebekah hissed. "Let them be. Everyone, let's go inside."
The rest of the family went in and Caroline looked at Klaus. Klaus looked confused. "I had this dream and…"
Klaus held up his hand. "And you thought you should come here."
"Yes," Caroline shook her head. "I'm sorry. This is stupid. I should go." She turned to leave when Klaus caught her elbow.
"Or you could stay. For dinner. Meet my children," Klaus said.
Caroline's brows rose. "Children? How many have you had since you left Mystic Falls?"
Klaus laughed. "Marcel. I adopted him. Long ago. If you stay, we can discuss it. And many other topics. If you'd like to." His smile made Caroline roll her eyes.
"Alright. But I'm only staying for the weekend," Caroline told him.
"Of course," Klaus retorted, nodding.
"And you can't talk me into staying longer," Caroline pointed a finger at Klaus who only smirked at her. "Whatever," she shook her head but she was smiling. She would leave. She'd promised herself she would. Yes. She would keep her promise. Well, maybe she could stay there for a week. No more than a month…
Bonnie stood in the airport, looking at the schedules of departures. There were so many places she'd never been to. So many places she meant to visit. There were just too many choices.
"Find anything interesting, love?" a man asked her.
Glancing at the stranger, Bonnie frowned. She thought that it was better not to engage with men who called women 'love' look at what had happened to Caroline.
"Thinking of taking a trip myself. Haven't been home in a long time," the man continued.
"Oh." Bonnie couldn't help herself. She glanced at the man. He did not look very old. Maybe around her age. "Where's home?"
"England. But I don't have a lot of fond memories of my time there," he said. He smirked at her and Bonnie thought that there should be a giant "Danger" sign, in glowing red lights over his head. His brown eyes burned into hers and Bonnie felt her lips turning upward in a smile. She was in so much trouble.
"If not home, then where?" Bonnie quipped.
"I hear Paris is nice," the man said. "I wouldn't know. I spent decades locked up as a science experiment. Finally got out of there. Off to see what the world has in store for me now."
"So you're a vampire." Bonnie turned away from him. "Well, good luck with your travels."
"Thank you, Miss…" the vampire waited and Bonnie shook her head.
"Bennett. Bonnie Bennett," Bonnie said, turning back to him. "And I'm witch. So don't think about trying to make me into lunch."
"I wouldn't dare. Enzo. Lorenzo St. John." Enzo offered a hand and took Bonnie's, shaking it. "How would you like to have dinner with me, Miss Bennett, in Paris?"
Bonnie thought about it. Elena had her bad boy vamp. Caroline had hers. Maybe it was time to throw caution to the wind. "You're paying."
"Or compelling," Enzo retorted.
Rolling her eyes, Bonnie laughed. "Whatever." She walked to the ticket counter. "Ticket for two to Paris on your next flight. He's paying." she hooked a thumb at Enzo who leaned against the counter and did his thing. Yes, he was trouble alright. And Bonnie looked forward to sending postcards to shock her friends at home with as she found adventure in the city of love. Good-bye, Mystic Falls. Bonjour, Paris.
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