ENZO ST JOHN
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Post by ENZO ST JOHN on Aug 29, 2022 18:46:11 GMT
The woods had grown thick in an instant the minute he’d broken through the tree line. Not unlike the ones they’d fought their way through before that cursed valley and it’s mausoleum of a monastery, only here the guns were firing incessantly. Men weren’t being cut to pieces while he charged past them. It didn’t matter that he had no clue where he was, not really, Enzo charged on. Anywhere away from the facility was alright with him at this point.
It took an hour to stop looking over his shoulder for the witch and warlock. An hour to stop for a moment to try and get his bearings. Enzo stood in a clearing in the woods, hearing the occasional hiss of what he presumed was a vehicle somewhere beyond the head of the slope he crouched on. That meant a road at least. Maybe leading straight back to the facility and them, maybe somewhere he could hide for a time. Where he could regroup.
His ass hit the ground slowly, his knees drawn up, his hands scrubbing over his face, pushing his hair back from his face. The hunger was as fierce now as it had been when he’d seen the blonde peering into his cage. It didn’t matter that he’d had decades to learn how to cope with that constant starvation, when the gift had been offered, he’d been willing to take it. Almost as desperate for it as he had been his freedom. Enzo settled his forearms across his knees, studying the shadowed spread of trees in the direction he’d run from. Nothing moved. No tail for now. Eventually Chiara’s people would pick it up again.
In those first few years he’d been at the facility he’d believed that she would track him down. Records would’ve been a mess for a time after, men dying, running, constantly. Some would have been able to disappear if they’d been coward enough to run from the battle, he might’ve been one of them, knowing what would be waiting for him back in New York since he’d failed to return him with Chiara’s precious son. The Augustines had made the decision for him. There was no weighing up going home and paying the price of failing to keep him alive and spending the rest of his existence running from them. Just decades – who knew how many it had really been – in a cell, tormented every day. Left there to rot by another’s cowardice.
Damon.
Enzo huffed out a breath, remembering how Damon had been the one to bolt given the chance. Throwing away all those promises they’d made to each other one he’d had a taste of freedom and blood. If the Augustines hadn’t been able to catch him and throw him back in the cage, there was a chance he wasn’t headed back either. He could leave the magicians in his wake, start over. It wouldn’t be the first time after all.
Picking himself up, moving at a far slower speed now that the road was practically in sight, Enzo made his way through the trees. He was weak when he stumbled down into the ditch that ran alongside it, the hunger a constant burn beneath his skin. Like he’d been staked out in the sun and left to bake, not hidden in the dark for years on end. Maybe Chiara would do the same to her little pets when they returned to her empty handed. Retribution had always been her gift after all.
Three times cars swished by – faster, sleeker machines than he was used to. The world had moved on while his had shrunk down to the cell and the torture chamber disguised as a laboratory. Another hour and he was on the borders of a town. Light polluted the woods out here, bathing him in thicker shadows than the moon alone. Buildings started to cluster thickly along the streets. Homes. Businesses. Bars. Alcohol would’ve taken the edge off but there was no way he could walk in as he was. He had to stick to his priorities. Feed and then work out where the hell he was, how he could get away from here.
Creeping along one side of the row of parked cars at the curb, Enzo tested the handles on each. Four remained stubbornly closed before the rear door of the fifth released. He crept inside, flattening himself on the rear seat. Maybe it would be daylight before someone returned to it, and he’d be caught in that searing wash of sunlight without the ring the Augustines had stripped from his finger decades ago, but given its proximity to one of those bars he was willing to bet someone would approach before then.
He lost track of time, but the moon was definitely still high overhead when he heard one of the front doors open. Not damned after all. Slowly, Enzo rose from the shadows of the back seat. He reached through the gap in the head rest, fingers tangling in the silky fall of hair, dragging the woman’s head back as he thrust himself into the gap between the seats. ”Don’t scream,” he warned, his eyes seeking her out in the mirror that reflected the front seat back at him. The cool kiss of vampiric skin against his own fingers stopped him a heartbeat before recognition did. Dark eyes stared at the woman in the front seat, his fangs gleaming in the scant light before he started to laugh. Could fate grow any more pointed than this.
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AURORA DE MARTEL
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Sept 2, 2022 17:43:16 GMT
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Post by AURORA DE MARTEL on Sept 2, 2022 17:43:16 GMT
Aurora detested driving with a passion, but if she wanted to venture outside of Mystic Falls she had no option but to climb behind the wheel. She much preferred sitting in the backseat whilst someone drove her around, but nowadays that was described as a taxi service and no taxi driver was going to drive her miles out of town. Tristan had left behind his car keys and she was told to only use the car in case of emergencies. Apparently driving to Charlotte to follow up on a lead Tristan had been fed was an emergency because he was stuck on the West Coast. Course she could have asked Damien to whisk her over there in a heartbeat, but she refused to drag him into whatever business her brother had in Charlotte, knowing it would be something to do with his burning desire to eradicate the original family. She’d told herself she wanted nothing more to do with the never-ending vendetta, but it was difficult to tell Tristan that. As far as he was concerned she was in Mystic Falls keeping tabs on the Mikaelsons, but so far a number of them had slipped out of town without Aurora even realising. The only person she had her eyes on was Damien. But if all that fell apart? Her mind would guide her to a dangerous and unpredictable place. Nursing a broken heart and furious with herself for letting her feud with the Mikaelsons slide because she was too focused on someone else. The exact reason Tristain kept her out of most of his plans, insisting his sister was a liability who was guided by her heart a little bit too much. Paper maps were a thing of the past. Whatever route she needed to take was contained with her cell phone, once she punched the address in. Then it calculated a route, but it didn’t give her a list of instructions on where to go. How was she expected to concentrate on the road and look at a tiny screen? She muttered furiously to herself as she pushed a button on the key to unlock the car. She swung the door open, sliding into the driver's seat, partly concentrating on the phone. The shallow breathing of another could be heard very faintly from the back seat, but before Aurora had a chance to whip her head around fingers wrapped around her hair, pulling her back into the driver's seat. Green eyes darted up towards the rearview mirror, locking with a man who had emerged from the darkness from behind her. Immediately she started to giggle when she recognised the face staring back at her. “Please unravel your fingers from around my hair. Thank you.” She was certain she had locked the car earlier that day when her brother called to check it was still sitting on the streets of Mystic Falls. Well, she pressed a button and the car beeped. That was enough for her. Aurora raised her cell phone up, “Perhaps you can help me to navigate this map thing. I wish to turn the sound on.” No matter how many times she tapped at the screen no voice came from the device telling her where to go. ENZO ST JOHN |
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ENZO ST JOHN
Vampire
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Age:
144
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Unemployed
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Sept 15, 2022 18:40:01 GMT
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Post by ENZO ST JOHN on Sept 15, 2022 18:40:01 GMT
The fact that he may have exchanged one metal prison for another had not occurred to Enzo when he’d slipped into the car. It had been a place of refuge more secure than the woods – those were by now likely crawling with the society’s people and whoever Chiara had sent after him. At best there was a chance he could escape this town in the vehicle, stowing away like he’d intended to all those years ago, waiting until they were well out of town before he emerged and with an act of compulsion restarted the clock on a life the Augustines had paused for more years than he could count.
Eyes darker than the sky had been fixed on that sliver of velvet blue he could see from where he sprawled. Once upon a time he’d prayed for a new life, somewhere far away from the docks, somewhere his lungs would heal and the death sentence he’d been given vanished like the smoke from the ship’s funnels. He would’ve laughed at the idea now, but giving away his presence would’ve been foolish. As foolish as not cleaning up after himself around the docks.
Lily.
Enzo let his eyes slip shut as her name slipped through his mind – half prayer, half curse. If she’d kept her promise and had been there when he’d woken in transition, he’d never have gone to work for Chiara. He never would’ve found himself practically bound hand and foot to the witch, he wouldn’t have had her boy’s death on his conscience. No war, no capture, no endless torture.
He was damned, all that had happened was proof of that.
Which meant he should’ve looked closer as the door of the car opened. When had his luck ever been that good? Pessimism warred with that desperate need to get out of there, to avoid ever ending up in the lab with Wes again. It left his fingers tangling tighter in the auburn hair that had tumbled around the woman’s shoulders. Enzo knew what it felt like to have your hair straining at the roots, pain straining in the muscles of your throat as your head was forced back. Unlike Dr Maxfield, he didn’t slide pins into those straining muscles, didn’t see how much he could sever before that head lolled heavily back against the seat. Two words and he could’ve had the woman doing anything he wanted. Like driving her somewhere out of this town.
The memory struck like a snake’s fangs, like the Dr’s needles, piercing deep into his chest. Mental images exploded out from the spot where they dug deep. Another road. A body crumpled at the side of it, dusty, feet bare, the dress tattered, the woman rising imperiously when she’d realised that he was just like her. ”Aurora,” Enzo breathed, surprised that the name bubbled up on that edge of laughter. She had fed at the side of that road, the man compelled on his way again before he’d driven her back to the city. Like she was just a hitch hiker and he was a travelling businessman, happy to give her a ride wherever she was going. Now the roles were reversed.
Enzo continued to stare at her as she giggled, his own laughter trailing off into a grin that looked almost alien in the mirror. It was the first he’d seen of his own reflection outside of the silvered surface of the tables they were strapped to. ”My apologies,” he murmured. He withdrew them carefully, grimacing as he wiped his dirt streaked fingers against the back of the seat. ”I didn’t recognise you at first.” All he had seen was escape. Now he knew he would get away from here, away from Chiara too.
Shifting in the back seat, Enzo half wedged himself into the gap between them. In the dim light Aurora was lifting some device. It’s screen lit up brightly from within. He frowned heavily, tilting his head like that would help as she tapped at the screen. ”What is that? A radio? There’s no button, no dial …” He gripped the bottom of it anyway, studying the map on the screen. He could identify the general lines of it, roads, buildings sketched out along them. Almost like the maps they’d followed through Europe, but scaled down, focussed in. More like the devices Maxfield had in the laboratory perhaps, although he’d always been careful not to explain them. All the better to keep your subjects confused and disoriented. Too weak and too baffled to fight back. ”Where are we? This isn’t New York. It doesn’t look like Italy either.” Not like anywhere he’d known then or now.
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AURORA DE MARTEL
Vampire
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Oct 7, 2022 9:51:50 GMT
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Post by AURORA DE MARTEL on Oct 7, 2022 9:51:50 GMT
There was a long list of instructions attached to Tristan’s text, but Aurora dismissed them, scrolling straight to the end of the message for the address. She would read the instructions once she arrived in Charlotte, but they were always the same. Speak to said person, ask them questions and don’t resort to violence too quickly. She was a sucker for jumping to violence too quickly, it was a natural response for her. Act first, think later and spend forever thinking about how she could have done things differently. Carefully analysing each action she decided to take without putting much thought into it. Her brother was the complete opposite. The man wouldn’t take a step forward without considering every single outcome of that step. They didn’t even balance each other out in the end. Their lives consisted of Tristain telling Aurora to step back from situations before it was too late. She couldn’t be reckless this time though. Not only did she have her brother to think about, but Damien did too. Tristan would be back in town like a storm if he found out Aurora had failed to follow his very simple plan, potentially dangling her freedom in front of her face, ready to be snatched away. To be snatched away from Damien. He was looming in the back seat, ready to pounce on his prey when they entered the car. Just like Aurora lay on the side of the street, waiting for someone to take pity on her. Her tactic was much better. As Enzo’s fingers uncoiled from her hair she shook her head gently, ensuring the locks fell back into place. “I was not looking my best during our first encounter considering I had just escaped from a mental asylum.” She admitted with a small smile, thinking about that ill-fitting gown that hung off her frame and the matted mess of hair that gathered at the back of her neck. She twisted her body slightly, catching sight of Enzo under the street lamps. “You look… rather dishevelled.” Just how he found her lying on the side of the road. Withdrawn and in need of a shower. It was an amusing sight watching two vampires try and find out how to use modern day technology. “A radio?” She chuckled lightly before realising he was being serious, “It’s a cell phone?” She watched as he took the device off her, staring intently at the screen as if he had just discovered something nice. She tilted her head a fraction, a small frown forming on her face as Enzo spoke. “Oh I wish we were in Rome… Unfortunately, we are in Mystic Falls, Virginia… are you okay?” The hiding in the back of a car, dirty hands and confusion over her cell phone told her otherwise. ENZO ST JOHN |
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ENZO ST JOHN
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Post by ENZO ST JOHN on Nov 3, 2022 21:09:54 GMT
Hunger had burned hot enough over the years he’d remained in the hands of his torturers that it had almost consumed him when he had staggered from the woods. He could have lingered on the road, trusting that someone would come along sooner or later. There had been people around the facility when he had run, he had heard them, smelled them, could practically taste them on his tongue, but turning back was putting himself in the Augustines hands again and Enzo had no intention of going back there. Years denied, years of torture, all for the kicks of men and women who seemed to look at him as though he was little more than an animal.
Pride and determination had pushed him through the woods, keeping a check on that hunger until the redhead had slipped into the car. Once upon a time he’d watched people like Doctor Maxfield walk past without seeing him, without seeing any of them. He’d sworn then to claw his way out of the filth they scraped from their shoes. Maybe he’d managed to just haul his toes out of it, but the universe hadn’t been done. Maybe it was never going to be done, it didn’t mean he’d stop trying to climb though. Eventually he’d either fall back into it and would smother in that filth, or he would escape it, ending up side by side with all those who would’ve pushed him down.
The smell of his own skin had Enzo’s nose wrinkling as Aurora reminded him to release her. He was suddenly painfully aware of what was smeared on his skin, the patina of those years spent penned in like an animal, being slaughtered at the slowest rate possible, one ounce carved away at a time, what was left slowly rotting in a way. Enzo watched her through the gap, fingers still moving restlessly on the khaki pants he wore. Dark eyes dropped to them, then back up, his lips curving into something too brittle to be a smile. ”I’d say I was looking my best now either, where I’ve been is no better than one of those places.” Neither treated their inmates with dignity, slowly torturing the inmates to fix them, as though tearing them apart one inch at a time would do anything to make them well. ”I apologise for it,” he rasped. His hand flattened on his chest, rubbing as though he could wipe the rest of the filth away with it.
Up close the smell had to be powerful enough to knock Aurora for six, but she didn’t recoil. She held that device up instead, as though he had any more clue about it than she did. Maxfield had changed so many of the toys he used on his captives, slowly getting rid of the blunt and brutal, replacing it with things he could barely recognise, things that could hurt him without an ounce of effort on the doc’s part. ”Phones are wired, not free to wave around…” Little boxes that would fit in a pocket, that surely couldn’t perform the same function. ”Even the radios are bigger than this.” In the field they had been a lifeline, but even if they could keep their radiomen alive, the Germans still found ways to cut them off.
Enzo stared at the thing, finding, in the end, something recognisable on that glossy screen – even if he had no clue where the map showed them to be. He flinched as the image shifted beneath the tough of his fingers, shoving it back towards Aurora. ”Virginia?” he echoed hoarsely. ”They brought me back to America. I …” It hadn’t been like the trip he’d taken the first time he’d come to this land, weeks spent chugging across the seas, his stomach twisting with the violence of the waves, each bite the nausea took from him accompanied by that slow disintegration of his lungs. ”How long has it been? Since I found you at the side of the road? None of this seems right…” Especially not the thing she had held in her hands. Enzo stared past Aurora at the car’s dashboard. The army’s jeeps had been clumsy things in comparison to the Fords Chiara insisted upon – black, of course – this wasn’t that, there was gloss here of a different sort, shiny little dials, buttons, things he couldn’t recognise.
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AURORA DE MARTEL
Vampire
Posts: 167
Age:
1041
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Damien Beck
Played by:
Jodi
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Nov 20, 2022 19:45:19 GMT
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Post by AURORA DE MARTEL on Nov 20, 2022 19:45:19 GMT
You would never hear Aurora admit it, but her life was going pretty smoothly without her brother present. There wasn’t someone there constantly watching over her. Analyzing every single move she made and having her doubt herself over and over again. It was like the old days she would run from him for weeks, months, and years on end until Tristan found her or she grew bored of running. No one was chasing after her this time though and there was a sense of freedom growing inside her. At least until Tristan contacted her with instructions to go to Charlotte. As always, she would obey. Aurora waved one hand in the air, casually, “No need to apologise… but where have you been?” There was a smell lingering in the air, but this man helped her in the past and she wasn’t going to kick him out the car because he hadn’t showered in a few days. There was an indication that he too had been deprived of his liberty as she once was. Something she wouldn’t wish on her own enemy (well perhaps Elijah). It was soul destroying having someone control every aspect of your life down to the very hour you ate or went to bed. Most of the time Aurora was so full of vervain that she could barely thread together a sentence or keep her eyes open. The doctors and nurses didn’t care about her wellbeing, only about keeping her sedated and caged up, like some wild animal in the zoo. Nowadays they would try to get to the root of her problems. The psychiatrists wanted to know why Aurora behaved the way she did, but there was no answer. It was all chemical. She watched as Enzo studied the phone, a look of confused painted on his face. “Phones were wired. They have somehow managed to compact technology into this tiny device. It is remarkable but confusing.” And sometimes scary. She sometimes wondered how far humans were going to go with their technology. One day in the future they would probably be making vampires and witches in a laboratory using some fancy serum or medicine. She gently took the phone back from Enzo after he’d discovered the map function, a small smile on her face as she locked the device. She remained silent as he carried on speaking, a look of concern on her face as the questions spilled out of him. “I believe we last met in the…” Her voice trailed off for a moment as she tried to thread together the past decade, “I think we met in the 1930s after my short spell at Hart Island Women's Asylum. So nearly a hundred years ago.” She wished she could say it was the last time she had been committed, but it wasn’t. There were various hospitals following that. “It is 2022 if that is what you are wondering.” She shifted around in her seat further so was facing Enzo more, “What year do you think it is?” ENZO ST JOHN |
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ENZO ST JOHN
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Post by ENZO ST JOHN on Dec 19, 2022 15:11:31 GMT
He had seen plenty of signs of torture in war – things that would have outshone even Chiara’s worst efforts – but all of it had paled in comparison to what had happened in that lab every day. It was as though each doctor who took charge of the facility had to outdo the last, pushing and tearing and searing until there was nothing left, but the pain. Enzo supposed it was a way to make sure their experiments never found the strength to escape. If you could barely crawl, if you were so hungry your body was literally consuming itself, there would be no fight in you. They’d underestimated them though. Damon had spent every day in his cell calculating how he could get out and in the end he had done, leaving behind the person he’d made a deal with. After that, how was he to sit there when salvation finally appeared in the guise of two unprepared witches?
Enzo huffed out an amused huff of breath, smoothing a hand down the ragged shirt he wore. There was no real way to describe the torture chamber, although, he imagined that Aurora would have some understanding of it given where she had escaped from when he had found her all those decades alone. ”In a hell filled with doctors,” he admitted. He waved a hand back in the direction of the woods, vague, as any recollection of the forest was at this point. There had been trees stretching for what felt like forever, but the ground the laboratory had stood upon was manicured, filled with life that he had been unable to touch. ”Somewhere back there … I could not tell you exactly.” And would not want to lead her back there. Aurora was just the sort to entertain Maxfield, fierce enough to last almost eternally under the weight of his tests.
This device probably would have told him exactly where the lab was – and how to avoid it – if he could get it to work. Dark eyes rose from the screen to the woman in front of him, brows furrowing in a way that made his skin itch, as though it were all being stretched tight by the twin irritants of hunger and dirt. ”It seems … impossible. Even the military weren’t working on things like this.” But the lab had been full of things, though, hadn’t it? The frown deepened as he turned the phone in his hand like it would suddenly explain itself. Screens that had shown things that had either left Maxfield joyful or dejected, devices that could inflict pain like none he had ever felt.
His fingers twitched as Aurora took the phone back from him. Enzo blinked, wiping his fingers off against his ragged trousers as though something of whatever powered the device remained on them. She was smiling at him the way Chiara had done at her children when they had still been small enough to clutch at her skirts – as though he could only understand through patience. Concern clouded her expression as she did the calculations that he could not. ”A hundred years…” The words emerged on a rush of breath as he hunched forward, his elbows bracing on his thighs, his hands covering his face for a moment. ”I … I did not now,” he told her honestly. ”Time twisted upon itself where they held me. The last date I knew for certain was the day they took me. The 13th of February 1944. I was in Germany, protecting my … boss’ son. He was killed, and I was captured. They held me for almost 80 years…” Confused started to carve deep. If it had been so long, how had Chiara survived to send the witch and warlock to fetch him?
Feeling the itch grow, sliding down between his shoulder blades, Enzo twisted suddenly in his seat. He stared out of the rear window of the vehicle, and then turned back, looking out the front with the same bone deep concern. It was as though he could feel them closing in on him. ”Can you take me away from here? Away from them?” Swallowing back the metallic tang of fear and the lingering tang of the blood that had barely given him the strength to get free. ”You were going somewhere…” At least she had been until he’d grabbed for her, having chosen the vehicle of possibly the only person in the place who knew him and was willing to help him.
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AURORA DE MARTEL
Vampire
Posts: 167
Age:
1041
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Damien Beck
Played by:
Jodi
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Post by AURORA DE MARTEL on Jan 6, 2023 17:43:45 GMT
There had been moments where she was convinced she had been banished to the depths of hell by her brother with various doctors prodding around in her mind, trying to find that broken connection so they could fix it and be hailed a hero. At least the monks didn’t try and do that. They were only there to make sure she was sedated and calm, but Tristan’s note had tipped her over the edge. Bigger things were happening outside the monastery and she wanted to be a part of that. “Sounds awful.” Her voice was soft as she spoke, laced with empathy. She cast a glance toward the woods where Enzo gestured to. He’d managed to break free though, that was the important thing. It did seem impossible that everything was so compact in a little device. Everything was the touch of her fingertips. The same went for her brother yet he didn’t contact her as much as she wanted. It was foolish of her to think the Strix were more important, but the thought did creep into her mind every now and there since he considered some of the members his family. They’d spent over a thousand years at each other's side, yet she still missed him when he was away from her. At first, it was because she had absolutely no idea who to be her own person with Tristan. He formed a part of her and without him, she was worried she would crumble. “Somehow they make it all work.” The wires in the cellphone seemed to all connect up nicely, unlike the ones in Aurora’s mind, but if you were to drop the device one too many times it would shatter just like a human. She placed the phone back into the holder on the dash of the car, flicking the screen back to the map showing the route to Charlotte, as Enzo continued to speak. Aurora twisted her body back to face him, “Eighty years? Oh my…” None of her spells being locked up had gone on quiet that long, usually it was under two years before she escaped into the world. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what it was like to be deprived of your freedom for so long. Enzo’s sense of reality was probably just as warped as hers. She reached over, placing her hand lightly on his kneecap, “These people who captured you will not come for you again. I will make sure of that.” By no means was she suggesting that Enzo was capable of looking after himself, but two vampires were better than one. Aurora pulled her hand away from Enzo as his eyes flickered between the rear and front of the vehicle, as though someone was going to appear out of the darkness and take him back to that prison. “Of course.” She chirped as she settled back into the driver's seat, “I am heading to Charlotte.” She slotted the key into the engine, starting the car up, “We can stop for a quick snack on the way too. Replenish your strength and all that.” It seemed like a gust of wind could take Enzo out at any point and if these people were coming back for him he needed to be at full strength. Aurora slotted the gear into drive and pulled away from the sidewalk, with the voice from the phone already barking directions at all. ENZO ST JOHN - the end |
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