ENZO ST JOHN
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Post by ENZO ST JOHN on Jan 31, 2023 19:05:36 GMT
The man who opened the door at the first apartment he’d tried had been wary, angry by the time the compulsion had failed and he’d been forced to flee. Chances were the man hadn’t been a warlock, or under Chiara’s thumb, but he also wasn’t going to be welcoming him to his place, throwing open his spare bedroom to the stranger who’d ordered him to step inside and stay quiet. He’d hollered after him, his face dark with anger as he’d looked up from the bottom of the stairs, blurring away before a misstep became a quick trip back to that place.
An hour in the alleyway that ran behind the building – blocks away of course, he had more sense of self-preservation than to linger – and Enzo had felt himself steady. He’d stayed there though, hidden in the shadows of the dumpsters the way he’d once done on the docks. This time he wouldn’t be caught literally red handed. His thirst was still a desert like burn in his throat. For years he’d ignored it out of necessity, learned to deal with the desperation that not feeding enough brought on. He could wait, for a place and for a meal.
She hadn’t kept him waiting for long. This town was dangerous at night, the stories he’d heard from Aurora as they’d left it together on her errand for her brother making it clear just what crawled under the cover of darkness, and the thing that emerged from the shadows as she slid her key into the lock on that basement door back here was one of those nightmares. An order not to scream, not to fear him, a brush of a bloody thumb, nipped by his own fangs, across her lips to heal the wound in her throat and on his suggestion, she was taking a trip home to her parents, one she wouldn’t return from.
It was small, the ceilings low, the light barely penetrating the barred windows, and had almost set off shellshock more than once, but nobody had yet questioned him coming and going through that peeling metal door that led out onto the alleyway. If there was anybody in the building looking out for the girl then they were doing a piss poor job of it.
Half an hour ago he’d stepped from the telephone box sized shower, onto the wet tiled floor. He still couldn’t bring himself to close it, the resemblance to the cage where he’d spent more than 70 years of his life too strong. The scrape of a razor over his jaw – no longer the cutthroat type that Chiara had once taken great joy in scraping over his jaw (another power game for a woman who fed off them the way he had the artery in the girl’s neck) - leaving the face reflecting back at him in the spotty mirror smooth again. Cheeks still a little pale perhaps, but not the way they had been when he’d boarded the boat to New York. Lily’s turning of him had filled in the hollows, stolen the shadows from beneath his eyes and given a little colour back to his cheeks. Passable as a human, although he still wasn’t chancing spending too much time out among them.
The alleyway was clear still when he walked outside. 90 years ago he’d been the thing stalking through places like that, scurrying around New York City with Chiara’s protection. Now she was the one of the things he was hiding from. If Aurora had been right he wouldn’t have to do it for long, her brother’s organisation ate people like Chiara Meraviglia and the Augustines for breakfast.
Head down, the collar of the leather jacket – found in the back of the girl’s closet, probably some keepsake from a past lover – pulled up, Enzo began to thread his way through that network of alleyways towards the bars. A little public, perhaps, but there was only so long he could hide in his little bolthole. Either a trapped rat escaped its maze or it stayed there under the eye of whoever had put it there in the first place. If he had a choice he was getting out of here. The other side of the world probably wouldn’t be far enough to stay out of Chiara’s way forever, but the old woman had to die at some point, hopefully taking her vendetta with her.
Dark eyes skittered from shadow to shadow, his body tensing as he reached those blind pockets created by the dumpsters – like the one he’d hidden in that first night – but the alleys were empty until he got within a block of the bar. She was barely taller than the dumpsters herself, like the girl he’d thrown aside when he’d escaped his cage. Enzo stopped, staring at her until she hit the pocket of light from one of the few street lamps back here that were actually working. She was shorter than the girl, her hair darker.
His lips pursed faintly, his chin coming up to indicate the light that spilled out of the building at the end of the alleyway. The noise of the bar drifted down to them, already loud and raucous and the sun had only been down a couple of hours. ”You lost?” Enzo asked, his accent softening the rasp of the words. ”The party’s back that way and I’m stick close to it if I were you.” Or something would come crawling out of those shadows towards someone who looked barely able to deal with it. Looks could be deceiving, Chiara had proved that easily enough, but there were also truths to them you couldn’t escape.
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ALIZ KOVACS
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Post by ALIZ KOVACS on Feb 28, 2023 17:41:06 GMT
❝ The Lone Wolf Dies
But The Pack Survives.❞
It was just another one of those nights, a night where Aliz typically didn’t listen to her older brother of sticking close to the motel. If there was one annoying quality about Aliz was that she never learned her lesson. Not even when she would get seriously hurt. Recalling the time as a younger teen and almost drowning in a freezing river. Did that stop her playing next to the edge… it hadn’t. Much to her parents and her brothers annoyance. That was just the start of it.
She had learned quickly on arriving in this town that it was different from the rest of the world. Supernatural creatures drawn to this down like some kind of beacon. So much so there was even a school for the ‘gifted.’ Polite way of putting you were something other than human… Aliz mused to herself. Human population still outweighed the supernatural, and how they didn’t realize something was up she couldn’t understand. The towns council and police department just made use of the old faithful headlines. Animal attacks seemed to be the most common.
Aliz made her way through the town sun already set as she walked into a bar, slipping into a stool. Trying, and failing, at proving she was older than twenty-one. She glared at the bartender who just with a stone face kept pressing her for ID, ”Svoloch… Aliz cursed at him in Russian, ”I’m twenty five!” Aliz growled at him in annoyance. With an unmoving stone face and a monotone voice to match the bartender simply said again. ”ID.”
Aliz pushed sharply back on her chair, the stool making a sharp squeak as it was shoved across the hard wood floor. Stalking out moments later with another curse toward the bartender and slammed the doors back out into the night air. Cursing her small stature and young features. She didn’t look a day over nineteen. Deciding to try her hand at another… and was given the same results each time.
With the last bar scratched off her list she grumpily started her walk home in the dark. It was as she passed of the bars the streetlights sputtering around her as she walked. The alleys unforgiving darkness spreading out into the street. Continuing her walk, hands in her pockets and she barely jumped when someone stepped out of the shadows with a few words in her direction. The accent… wasn’t one she could place but it certainly wasn’t an American one.
His words… they didn’t sound threatening. Though they could certainly be taken that way. For that moment she decided that she would treat them that way, ” And if I don’t?” Her question shot back at him, challenging, ”What if I’m not interested in the party?” She asked him. Her tone casual but the challenge was there. Friend or foe… she would soon find out.
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ENZO ST JOHN
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Post by ENZO ST JOHN on Feb 28, 2023 19:57:31 GMT
’Don’t be scared’. The words burned on the tip of his tongue, ready to be snapped at her the moment her mouth it stretched open to let out a scream the same way the girl he’d taken the apart from had. Dark brows furrowed instead as all she did was twitch at his appearance. Would it even have worked if he’d said it? The encounter with the man it had failed on was still fresh enough that Enzo didn’t push to try it. Even back when he’d been scurrying around the docks like a rat he’d had the sense to keep his mouth shut when he had to.
The weak yellow glow of the street lamps barely reached her, as dim as the gas lamps that used to line the streets in London. Revealing nothing but the filth that had littered the streets then. If they’d been a hundred yards away, under the stark illumination that ringed the square he’d have got a better impression that just short and slight. As it was she looked just different enough from the blonde who’d broken his cell open that he took a half step towards her – just to check.
No. Definitely not her, although maybe there was a type attracted to this town like rats to a ship. Small, fragile, perhaps deceptively so. The vampire’s lips curled faintly at the corners, his expression sharp as she tossed her defiance at him like a grenade. This one wasn’t gonna blow back off of his feet with its concussive thought, it wasn’t even a tickle. He’d been one of those kids, mouthy, pushing at any sort of authority that came his way. ”I guess they’d say that’s your funeral.” That was what they said now, wasn’t it? He’d heard the phrase tossed around among them men in their unit, before most of them had ended up hastily buried in the muddied ground. Maybe if they were lucky someone back here would’ve had a service for them, but for most that churned up corner of a field and a couple of religious words – whatever someone had been able to come up with, had been their funeral.
Enzo rocked back on his heels, his hands slipping into the pockets of his leather jacket as he narrowed his eyes at her. Trouble had a tendency to find people like her – like he’d been – ready to bite hard if you weren’t quick enough to get out of there. ”Then I’d say you picked the wrong place,” he told her. ”This isn’t the sort of spot most sensible people choose to hang out in. You’re not scared? You read the newspapers lately?” Have you looked for the wolf in the shadows Little Red? The question tickled him enough that he huffed out a breath. He might not’ve been sprouting the claws, but he had the fangs to pull off a reasonable attempt at some sorta grim fairy tale if wanted to turn her into his snack for the night. Wisdom said don’t feed on your doorstep – Chiara had said it too – but this wasn’t New York, he had no real intention to stick around in this town any longer than he had to. At some point soon either the Hansel and Gretel style witch and warlock combo, or the Augustines would turn back up and here there were only so many damn places to run to.
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ALIZ KOVACS
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Post by ALIZ KOVACS on Apr 29, 2023 14:42:17 GMT
❝ The Lone Wolf Dies
But The Pack Survives.❞
When would Aliz learn? Wondering around town at night, in a town which was supernatural central, was never a good idea. Of course, she could look after herself, but it was never wise to go looking for trouble. All she wanted was a drink and to dwell for a little while. But without an ID she looked underage, and no asshole bartender would serve her. She began heading back to the hotel, no point in sticking around here, when someone stepped out of the shadows.
She tried her best not to laugh. So, type A vampire right here. Warning her away from the darkness. Instead, she went for stubborn and challenging as she looked back at him. She stopped herself from chuckling. When he narrowed his eyes, she narrowed hers right back, ” Who says I’m sensible?” Now was there ever a truer statement. Aliz was far from sensible; she never did have a sensible head on her shoulders. Forever getting herself into trouble, and never learned from her mistakes. Her accident as a child had proven as much.
Aliz almost wanted him to try something. She would enjoy punching him in the face if he tried something. Though he should learn to pick victims a little better. The inside certainly didn’t match the wrapping here. She couldn’t flash her eyes, if he was just an unfortunate human, then that would open a whole new can of worms she wasn’t prepared to deal with.
Turning to face him head on she looked at him again, ” Gonna show me where the party is then? What has a girl got to do to get a drink around here…” She asked keeping her voice level.
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Post by ENZO ST JOHN on May 6, 2023 18:48:07 GMT
Small, pale, stubborn. She could’ve been the posterchild for street urchins back a century ago. When he’d been just the same. The irony of it almost had him laughing. An echo of himself appearing as torment. If she was lucky she wouldn’t end up as he had, riddled with an inescapable disease, terrified that the grim reaper was going to appear with each cough that ripped through him. There were plenty of ways to die bloody, even now.
Her eyes looked as dark as his under the poor lighting, but there was a glint of something paler to them that almost vanished as she aimed a narrow eyed looked right back at him. Enzo rocked back on his heels as the smirk tugged at his lips, revealing a flash of white, human teeth. ”I’m guessin’ nobody would. You should learn some though. And how to read, it might save you some trouble.” It would’ve cost him a meal though, if he chose to tug her head back by that fall of dark hair, fangs latching onto that delicate little neck. She’d walk away at the end of it, back towards the brightly lit streets she should’ve been on. Back to … whoever and wherever was waiting for her. If she really was as on her own as he’d been, then good luck to her. Something would chew her up and spit her out eventually, that was just the way of the world.
The warnings hadn’t stuck, it was like they’d gone in one ear and straight out the other – the same way they would’ve done to him when he’d been out on the streets on his own, fighting to stay alive in a city that was far grimmer than this one. Before he’d been caught and taken somewhere that had eventually killed him – he’d blame those circumstances as much as he would Lily Salvatore. It’d been the perfect storm of shitty conditions that’d left him on those docks in New York, ripe for the picking just when Chiara Meraviglia had shown up. An offer dangled in front of his nose like a carrot and hadn’t he been powerless to agree to it.
It still stung, a pain that was more mental than physical, swelling inside of his chest. Everything that had happened since had stemmed from that one decision. Now he was crawling round the back alleyways again, like a rat under the cover of darkness. Regret shattered with the bark of laughter that actually rolled out of him this time. ”Party? That was what you were skulkin’ around here lookin’ for?” He stalked closer, eyes back on that doll like face – all porcelain skin and those big, dark eyes.
Enzo lifted his chin in emphasis, stopping a foot in front of her. ”How old are you? Seems easy enough to get one around here to me – if you’re old enough.” If you weren’t scuttling around like that rat, trying to avoid the light shining on you anywhere where someone like Maxfield might just be waiting to catch a glimpse of him. There was a chance the Augustines believed he’d left town but so far he hadn’t taken any risks with it. He’d gone on that little side jaunt with Aurora – for whatever her brother had asked of her that day – and perhaps foolishly, had come back again. He’d run from the first abortive attempt at securing himself an apartment, had succeeded at the second, but past that he hadn’t exactly gone out and partied.
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ALIZ KOVACS
Werewolf
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Post by ALIZ KOVACS on Aug 2, 2023 17:52:11 GMT
❝ The Lone Wolf Dies
But The Pack Survives.❞
Middle of the town and here she was being harassed by a vampire. Could her night honestly get any worse. Since Aliz was in no way shy. She just wanted to sit and have just a little bit of fun, but no since she was vertically challenged, everyone thought she was much younger than she actually was. Sorting something as simple as ID in the place took weeks.
She looked back at him wondering if he was just going to man up and make his move. Vampires were fast, and werewolves weren’t faster but they were strong, ” I’ve heard that before.” She smirked back at him. Probably a few times from her brothers when she was being foolish, and they were giving up on her. The one time they hadn’t, it nearly had been her funeral. Has she become wiser since falling in the river back home? Definitely not. Trouble was her unofficial middle name.
Well this guy was just rude, ” What makes you think I don’t know how to read? I might just be deliberately ignorant…” Aliz argued. She certainly new how to read, and speak in several different languages. She wasn’t deliberately ignorant, she knew perfectly well what was going on in this town, ” You told me it was back that way… so I thought you were going to be chivalrous and show me. Aliz shot back quickly, ” Then I forgot that’s not exactly a trait in men anymore…” She spoke. What was she thinking? Was she provoking the vampire that wanted to eat her now?
She turned toward him completely as he stalked closer. She wasn’t getting caught off guard. Looking at him head on, he asked how old she was. She smiled then, ” Guess…” She challenged. He would probably come back with something ridiculous like 16. She wouldn’t blame him, clearly every bartender in this town thought the same. No one would ever believe that she was twenty five. Those who knew it were her brothers and sister, ” I was just looking for a bit of fun for a few hours. It seems however its not on the menu for tonight.”
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Post by ENZO ST JOHN on Aug 28, 2023 18:01:32 GMT
Had he been that arrogant? The years he’d spent on the streets after he’d left the workhouse had hardened him up. There’d been nobody to take care of him then, not even in the barely charitable way Mr. Connolly had after him taken him in. It’d been dog eat dog, and if you didn’t fight your way to being top dog then you didn’t eat. You were left the scraps, you rotted away in the filth with nobody even batting an eyelid. Mystic Falls and its inhabitants were more civilised than that but there were still things here that would tear your throat out without a second thought, leaving you to go to cold in a shallow grave or amongst the trash – including Maxfield. Common sense kept you alive through it, as he’d kept himself alive for more than a century now.
Enzo huffed out a breath, shaking his head. At the rate she was going, the girl was gonna be one of those the sheriff’s people came scooping up. Not because of him – he knew better than to drop his rubbish where he ate these days – but there were plenty who’d take his cast offs. Amusement had him shaking his head. ”You’ve heard it before and yet you’re still not using the sense you were born with.” There was something chiding in the words. Not that he thought she would listen to him any more than she had whoever else had tried to watch out for her.
His hand was rising, dragging over his face as she continued to avoid what he’d been trying to shine light on – those dangers here in town. ”I’m beginnin’ to think you might be,” he muttered. It wasn’t like he was sitting around reading the local newspapers over breakfast, like both Mr. Connolly and Chiara had done every morning, but you’d have to have been legally blind not to have seen what was splashed across them, probably across the television screens too, not that he’d been watching those. They were still something he couldn’t get his head around. These days people didn’t seem to read as much but there were probably far fewer who were actually illiterate, as she’d said they were just ignorant instead.
What he’d meant was that it was anywhere but here. Enzo looked past her in the way he’d indicated. His gaze drifted lazily back to her, narrowing down to dark slits. ”Depends on the man. Some like to cling to the old ways. Women don’t, it seems. There was a time when they wouldn’t dare wander off on their own.” Because they’d known what had haunted the streets, especially in London. When he’d been a child women had still remembered the threat of Jack the Ripper, they kept to their drawing rooms, their tea rooms, only going to the streets when they’d had no choice in the matter – just as he hadn’t. These days were different and it was taking more getting used to than he had anticipated.
”You won’t like what my guess would be,” he drawled at her. The old adage was not to ask women their age, but they didn’t like when you guessed wrongly either. Up close she looked even younger. Maybe she was whatever the legal age was now, who knew. He would’ve laid money on her not being more than a handful of years older than what was considered an adult here though. ”You thought you’d find your fun back here? Or were you looking to put yourself on the menu?” He hadn’t planned on putting here there, but she was practically offering herself up to him now and it would’ve been rude wouldn’t it? Afterwards he’d compel her into thinking she’d had her fun and into being a little safer next time. In a heartbeat the veins were crawling beneath his eyes, his fangs flashing out. ”You won’t scream,” he compelled. ”You won’t be frightened.” Fast as a snake striking, he went for her throat.
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ALIZ KOVACS
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Post by ALIZ KOVACS on Sept 2, 2023 13:37:02 GMT
❝ The Lone Wolf Dies
But The Pack Survives.❞
Aliz flicked her eyes to him, narrowing them at him. Who the hell was he to chide at her? Her brothers yes, they had every right to lecture her when she was being unnecessarily reckless. Try as they might, she just couldn’t help herself. Living dangerously kept things interesting, ” It’s a conscious choice…” Aliz remarked dryly. A part of her knew she should listen to Viktor yet… she just found it incredibly boring.
She kept her face neutral, but she was finding this banter with him very amusing. Her exceptional hearing catching that mutter. She knew exactly what was going on in this town, people like him giving it a bad reputation. Sweet of him to try and warn her though. She was able to take care of herself and was no stranger to taking life herself. That didn’t mean she relished in it, in fact that still woke her up at night sometimes.
When he mentioned about women don’t cling to the old ways. Old ways? Just how old was this guy? She thought to herself. Making it sound like a womans place was a kitchen, “Elég durva vagy..” She muttered in one of her many languages. Hungarian, English and Russian she had all learned from her grandmother. Viktor of course didn’t approve of her speaking Russian, and she used it only when she was angry at him and wanted to piss him off a little more. Harmony to her surprise could speak it also, that probably when over well.
Was he going to attack her yet? She was almost bored waiting for this encounter to head toward its inevitable conclusion. His whole vibe just screamed vampire at this point. She tilted her head at him when he mentioned about her going on the menu. In a flash his eyes changed, veins constricting at his eyes, fangs flashing at her. You won’t scream… you won’t be frightened. . A voice like velvet, lulling her into complacency. If she didn’t have natural immunity to compulsion, she would have been an unfortunate victim by now. Snake striking, he went for her, just as fast her hand was coming up and gripping his throat tight pushing him back into the alley she had just come from, nails digging in.
” Big mistake…” Aliz growled at him her own eyes flashing an iridescent vibrant blue. Most werewolves’ eyes yellow, much rarer the red of an alpha. Also, just as rare, the blue of a wolf that had taken an innocent life.
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Post by ENZO ST JOHN on Oct 12, 2023 19:27:13 GMT
A conscious choice. A foolish one.
Sarcasm and narrowed eyes weren’t gonna do much for her when there were things like him wandering the streets – and alleyways – of Mystic Falls. She seemed amused by it all, too amused. Caught between the temptation to shake sense into her and just feeding from her, Enzo found himself hesitating, debating it with her. He’d seen far too many practically offering themselves up on platters to the Black Hand, fully aware of their presence in the neighbourhood but still insisting on doing things there that they knew Chiara would bring back to haunt them. It was stupid, reckless even, and they didn’t even have youth to blame like the girl here.
Enzo’s lips quirked faintly at the corners as she stood there, keeping up a poker face that could shatter in an instant. It all seemed like an act, look like you were brave and smart and maybe people would believe it instead of questioning your sanity and what lay in that empty space between your ears.
He wondered how big the warnings had to be when she failed to responded in the way he’d expected when he appeared to be crabbing about women bringing trouble on themselves. She hadn’t mouthed off at him, or stormed off to prove him wrong. His dark eyes narrowed at her, catching the mutter without much effort. ”What was that?” he asked. ”If you’re gonna call me a pig, you can do it in English.” Or Italian. He’d picked up enough of that from Chiara that he might’ve known an insult or two at least. The thought of the witch had him shifting his weight. Perhaps coming out tonight had been a mistake. Those that had come for him were probably still in town and standing around in back streets debating safety with his dinner was just as foolish as her being out here in the first place.
Dinner. Now. Then get back before someone realised what he’d done.
Faster than she could mouth off he was on her, compelling her not to scream. Maybe he should’ve told her to keep her mouth shut altogether. Not that it would’ve done much good apparently.
Faster than he could break away from her, that delicate hand was wrapped around his throat, shoving him back into the alleyway. Enzo let out a grunt as his back hit a dumpster. He dug his heels in, his hands coming up to grip at biceps slender enough that those arms would’ve snapped like twigs if he’d put the effort into it. ”Oh, I bet you were just waitin’ to be able to say that,” Enzo rasped past her grip, a strangled laugh following. He didn’t snap out of feeding mode, just leaving the veins crawling under his eyes and his fangs flashing at her as he tried to shove her back.
”Now who was hidin’ somethin’,” he muttered, staring into those bright blue eyes from up close. Werewolf. There were plenty of supernatural creatures in New York, plenty of things that Chiara had sent him to talk with, but she’d run a tight ship in the neighbourhood and the werewolves had disliked it enough to take their pack elsewhere. Mystic Falls obviously had more than just a few leashed witches and warlocks. ”Back up mutt,” Enzo ordered. He didn’t want for her to do it, just drove forward, propelling her into the brick wall on the other side of the alleyway, his fangs going for her throat all the same.
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ALIZ KOVACS
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Post by ALIZ KOVACS on Oct 20, 2023 17:51:11 GMT
❝ The Lone Wolf Dies
But The Pack Survives.❞
This small encounter had to be the most fun she had in a while. Going back and forth with this vampire. She was practically egging him on to strike already. She was growing bored with him buttering up his meal for the evening. Though eventually he said something which had her muttering in Hungarian that he was rude, ” I actually said you were rude.” Aliz told him just as bluntly after he called her out on it. Well, if she needed further proof of what he was, there it was! She muttered that under her breath, no one with mortal hearing would have heard her, ” But a pig works just as well I suppose.” Aliz shrugged.
Then it seems he was also growing bored with the conversation. About time Aliz thought to herself as he went for her. His eye contracting in compulsion, which on her, just didn’t work. Waiting and at the last moment she struck pushing back on him and then he was against the wall of the alley. Her own eyes flashing and then all the secrets were out in the open. She shrugged when he accused her of hiding something and small smirk creeping across her lips.
She was continuously underestimated. Unavoidable given how she looked, though it usually played out in her favour like now. She wasn’t going to kill him; she was just defending herself. Something until a few minutes ago he thought her incapable of doing. She was about to laugh at the word Mutt. Deserved since only moments ago she called him a pig. But then she was being pushed back, roughly and her back collided with the alley wall opposite. For a split second she saw stars as her head and back hit the wall. Vision clearing with milliseconds to spare as her fangs headed for her throat again. His own exposed she bought her fist up and bought it down on his throat. Not her full strength behind it given the angle they were at. A bare scrape of teeth against her throat, small trickle of blood.
She managed to side step, given her height hand behind his head in attempt to bash his head in against the alley wall he had just pushed her into. Her head and spine still stinging with the pain from the impact
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Post by ENZO ST JOHN on Nov 20, 2023 18:54:07 GMT
Enzo pooched his lips and hummed as she explained herself. It didn’t matter where he was or what language was being thrown at him, he could always tell when it wasn’t exactly complimentary. The streets of London and New York were melting pots of culture. People too poor for grand houses – or even for the blackmail schemes that’d kept the Meraviglias in relative comfort – living on top of one another. You picked up bits and pieces here and there, although after a century it was easy to let things slip your mind.
His lips curved in a sneer at her. ”I guess it’s the same either way,” he agreed. ”Places like this, you can’t expect too much civility.” Although the rich folks around here would probably argue that. From what he’d seen when he’d been cowering in the back of Aurora’s car, and on those nights he’d ventured out under the cover of darkness, the town was full of mansions and people who had far more money than sense. It didn’t matter how pretty it looked, there was always gonna be some sort of dark underbelly and the two of them were tucked right in it here.
Rushing her, trying to compel her had partly been about getting that smart mouth to shut up and partially it had been about finally getting some to eat for dinner. If she hadn’t been something all of this would’ve been over in just a few minutes flat, but of course she had to be. Enzo’s laugh grew louder as she tried shrugging his accusation off. ”And now you’re silent. Anybody ever tell you that you’re a pain in the ass?” Probably everybody she’d ever met in her life. She was like a thorn in your side, a pebble in your shoe - tiny, but beyond irritating.
Still, if he got his fangs in her throat, she’d be powerless. All compulsion did then was soften the struggles and stopped the complaints. With her he was gonna be stuck with both, but it didn’t mean he was going home hungry. She’d still walk away at the end of it and with her added healing, she’d barely even feel it. Enzo struck, shoving her back to reverse their places, diving for her throat knowing that as soon as he got his first real mouthful any real struggle would be over. He’d felt the vibration of her laugh as they’d moved, that would stop soon.
Her first flew, her own fangs flashing into view. He got a fist to his throat for his troubles. Pain lanced through it and disappeared almost instantly. Maybe hers wouldn’t be over so quickly. Blood smeared his lower lip. Bingo. Enzo sucked like he would get a mouthful of blood and found a mouthful of air instead. ”This could’ve gone easy,” he grunted a moment before she got a grip on the back of his neck and threw him head first towards the wall. Letting go of her, he caught himself, his brow just grazing the brick instead of smashing face first into it. A broken neck wouldn’t kill him, but it would’ve put him down long enough for her to bite him and for a vampire that was a death sentence.
Stumbling back a step, Enzo brought up a hand to touch his brow. The wound had already healed but there was still a smear of blood on his skin. ”And there I was thinkin’ you were the only one who was gonna bleed. I’d run home if I were you, you’re not gettin' any fun tonight.” Any idea of a party should’ve gone out of her head, but she’d been stubborn and reckless, and maybe she was the sort who would push to end this fight in a far bloodier way.
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