ENZO ST JOHN
Vampire
Posts: 57
Age:
144
Occupation:
Unemployed
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Single
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ANGE
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 18:37:17 GMT
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Post by ENZO ST JOHN on Jul 31, 2023 13:47:30 GMT
The last of the sun’s rays had vanished from their slow glide across the ceiling of the apartment a half hour before. Without the ring Chiara had made for him decades ago he was a slave to them. Too late out there in town, skulking around in its back alleys and seediest establishments and he’d be trapped out there for the day. Cowering in dark corners and abandoned buildings – rare in a town that seemed like it existed in a cloud of old money – waiting for it to grow dim enough that he could speed home again. Trapped inside the place that he’d taken as his own until it was dark enough to slip out again.
Enzo slipped out the door, head down, gaze scanning either way before he started out towards the square. It reminded him far too much of how life had been before Chiara had got her claws into him. Scurrying around under the cover of darkness, feeding wherever he could, that itch like he was being constantly watched between his shoulder blades. It was better than sitting in a cage, counting down the minutes until he was dragged out to be tortured again, but not much. Like a rat in a maze he was still in search of a way out. Without the ring that would allow him to travel for more than just a few hours at night he remained closed in the labyrinth of Mystic Falls with multiple cat’s paws just waiting to come down on him.
As he did every time he left the cover of the apartment he slinked through the alleys and backstreets. Once he’d been at home in fetid spaces like these – a child cast aside, left to rot. Maybe he should’ve considered himself a cockroach instead of a rat, he’d certainly survived more than most. Maxfield was still a relatively young man and would always be replaced by another, but he wouldn’t live forever and neither would the old witch. There would be a freedom at some point.
Light flickered up ahead – the mouth of the alley that led out onto the square bathed in the glow of a streetlight. The good folk of Mystic Falls wouldn’t want to feel that shiver down their spines as they scuttled through the darkest parts of this town. They were the sort to scour the local newspapers over breakfast, their perfect little families clustered around the breakfast table, to heed the sheriff’s warnings about the dangers out there. Most didn’t come with as much fur as the sheriff led them to believe though. Some just had a charming smile and a gentle order to forget what had happened to whisper in their ear afterwards.
When the light remained unbroken for a moment Enzo slipped out of the alleyway and across the street. People were still milling on the sidewalks, heading for dinner or home. Soon they’d clear out and then he’d be free to winnow one out. Until then he’d continue to watch from behind the windows of one of those establishments that lined the square. Enzo slipped into the coffee shop – something that seemed to be on every corner now – heading straight to the counter with that easy smile on his face (as fake as the name he gave the woman behind the counter every time he came in. ”A black coffee, thanks.” Simple enough when the boards overhead listed things that looked like a recipe for one of Chiara’s spells.
John side stepped to the end of the counter to wait for his coffee, dark eyes scanning the other people in the place. He wasn’t the only one looking to wile the evening away in this place. As they had done in bars when he’d been scurrying around New York under Chiara’s orders, people slipped into these quiet corners, hoping nobody would pay them much attention. Most didn’t meet his eye, but as he reached her, Enzo felt that flicker of recognition. ”Not lookin’ for a little somethin’ stronger this time?” he called out to her, his lips twitching into a more genuine smile. Trying to feed on her the last time hadn’t worked out well, but she hadn’t gone shrieking to the authorities about it, at least none that had managed to track him down if they were looking.
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ALIZ KOVACS
Werewolf
Posts: 26
Age:
Twenty Five
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Unemployed
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Lissa
Last seen Nov 13, 2024 15:47:04 GMT
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Post by ALIZ KOVACS on Aug 2, 2023 18:06:06 GMT
❝ The Lone Wolf Dies
But The Pack Survives.❞
Another night on the town, and Aliz was walking through it on her way home. Home this time and not to the dank motel room they had been staying in since getting to town. Viktor had found them a quaint little farmhouse with a little bit of land on the outskirts of town. Truthfully it was perfect for them. Plenty of space to run come full moons.
It was time that she returned home, Viktor likely to be kicking off that she was out late… again. Before making the long walk home, she slipped into one of the many coffee shops. Why one small town needed so many coffee outlets she had no idea. All selling the same things the only difference being the strength of the coffee they sold.
Lucky for her, she didn’t enjoy strong coffee, and loved the occasional latte. Walking inside she ordered one and decided to sit in. Let her brother stew for a little while. Glass in hand she found a way to her table. She remained gazing down at the table simply enjoying a small slice of peace.
Looking up at a distinct British voice that she recognised as he ordered a coffee. She smirked a little at him, ” I could say the same for you.” She quipped back at him, remembering the night they had met he initially thought of her as a quick easy meal, something he had regretted quickly. She might look a defenceless little girl. An underestimation that consistently worked out in her favour.
Part of her though before he tried to rip her throat out, had somewhat enjoyed his company. She gestured to the table opposite, determined this time to have a little bit of furniture between them as buffer, for him to sit. Once he sat, she lowered her voice, ” No helpless girls making easy pickings this evening?” Aliz questioned almost sweetly.
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ENZO ST JOHN
Vampire
Posts: 57
Age:
144
Occupation:
Unemployed
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 18:37:17 GMT
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Post by ENZO ST JOHN on Sept 10, 2023 20:03:10 GMT
At least it was just the wolf he’d run into again. It could’ve been far worse considering how close the town was to Whitmore. Surely by now Maxfield and his people were looking for him. Maybe none of them believed he’d stick around so close to the prison he’d endured for the last 80 years. Maybe Chiara’s little witch and her foolish friend didn’t believe it either. Or, worse, Enzo thought as he studied the girl, he’d just been lucky so far.
He had to smother a snort at the thought. Lucky wasn’t what he would’ve called anything in his life up to that point. Any bright sparks of hope had been snuffed out the same way the sun was every night, leaving him swallowed up by a darkness he’d been sure would become permanent at some point. Thrown onto the streets, his lungs gradually chewed up when he had found some sort of a home years after. The promise of being turned by Lily corroded when he’d woken up to find her gone and nobody there to help him through those dangerous first few months. He’d thought perhaps he’d found a way out if it all when Chiara had found him, but the woman was just a weapon with a twitchy trigger, one that had ended up aimed at him.
Like he had done then he’d found himself trying to navigate his newfound freedom alone. Enzo’s lip curled higher as the girl responded to his voice and turned towards him. Aurora had tried to help, the offer of putting him in touch with her brother offering him some path out of all of this and maybe some way to stay out of the hands of both his former jailer and former boss, but for food he’d been fumbling out there alone. Trying to feed from the girl without being sure of what she was had been a mistake, one that might’ve come back to bite him a little harder than it had.
Enzo reached out slowly as his cup was set down beside him, waiting until the woman behind the counter had scurried away again to make the girl her drink before he spoke. ”I’m all good on that front tonight. You could say I’ve become a bit of a picky eater … drinker … too. Seems like there’ll be fewer surprises that way.” As though proving it to both of them, he lifted the cup of coffee to his lips and took a sip. It wasn’t coffee like he remembered it from Chiara’s kitchen. The Italian coffee she’d drunk had been brewed strong enough to wake the dead – a comment she’d made often, the words followed by a cackle of laughter, as though it was some grand joke to her.
Maybe he’d have retreated to a table in the back then, left the girl and the veins that were certainly off limits, to their own devices. She had other intentions though. Enzo paused, dark eyes narrowing at her like he was trying to figure out her motives as she gestured for him to sit with her. ”You think there’s easy pickin’s anywhere in this town?” he asked, huffing out a breath as one dark brow rose. Like so many other places he’d ended up in his life, Mystic Falls was a dog-eat-dog little world and he so often seemed to be the one feeling the sting of fate’s teeth. He was still here though, holding on when others had died (at least according to the newspapers, who seemed to scream about bodies and missing persons every other day). ”No parties callin’ your name tonight? Or have you already exhausted every bar in town again?” As though the bouncers would’ve forgotten a girl with a mouth like that trying to talk her way into their establishments.
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ALIZ KOVACS
Werewolf
Posts: 26
Age:
Twenty Five
Occupation:
Unemployed
Status:
Single
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 13, 2024 15:47:04 GMT
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Post by ALIZ KOVACS on Sept 29, 2023 17:55:03 GMT
❝ The Lone Wolf Dies
But The Pack Survives.❞
Aliz never seemed to learn her lesson. It was a flaw. She couldn’t help living a bit dangerously. For example, even when nearly dying by falling through a frozen river… didn’t stop her from going near it. Much to her fathers and brothers’ annoyance. The threat of grounding didn’t stop her either, she would just sneak out.
Antagonizing this vampire seemed to be a highlight of her evening. Their last encounter could have easily been deadly, but it seemed that her vampire acquaintance had learned a lesson. Not to judge a book by its cover. She looked like a meek teenage but was anything but. Asking if he had found any other helpless girls to make easy pickings of this evening. His downfall when he assumed her as such, ” Truly? Must be quite hard then to find a decent meal…” Aliz quipped as she tilted her coffee mug around in circles in her hands.
Stilling the mug, she gestured him to sit with her, and caught his glower at her. Which only made her smile in amusement, when he sat down anyway. Best not to make a scene she guessed, ” I wouldn’t know. I haven’t tried to make a meal out of anyone…” Aliz told him, ” You’ve got along alright this far, haven’t you?” Aliz almost encouraged; in truth she didn’t really care. Vampires had to eat, but they didn’t always have to kill while they did so.
She chuckled a bit when he bought up the parties, ” No. Not in the mood tonight.” She told him, ” So I’m settling for something slightly less strong.” Aliz answered as she lifted her cup to her lips sipping slightly for the heat before taking a larger sip as it had cooled to a temperature that was bearable, ” So now that we have broken the ice… what’s your name?”
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ENZO ST JOHN
Vampire
Posts: 57
Age:
144
Occupation:
Unemployed
Status:
Single
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 17, 2024 18:37:17 GMT
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Post by ENZO ST JOHN on Nov 7, 2023 20:57:55 GMT
Abandoned by Lily on the boat, he’d had no idea how to safely fend for himself. Give in to the hunger, feed from poor sap, leave their body behind to be found, probably by someone who’d at least cared about them. It was no skin off of his nose, he’d been hungry and self-control was almost impossible. It had taken Chiara to teach him another way and even now some tiny speck of gratitude to her for her burned in his chest. Enzo wished he could tear it out, but like every bitter splinter of his past, it remained lodged there in the back of his mind. He imagined it was the same for the old witch – he was the wound for her, rotting her heart from the inside out, if there was anything left of it to rot after all this time.
The girl would’ve been let go, sent home without a clue what had happened to her that evening, but things hadn’t exactly gone to plan. She’d put a stop to it all when she’d failed to fall under his sway, and he’d gone away hungry from the encounter. He huffed out a breath, watching the girl behind the counter put together the drink that would warm his flesh and keep up the human appearance for the time being at least. Blood would’ve done the job better, but they didn’t serve that steamed here the way they did the coffee.
”Like it wasn’t always difficult,” Enzo muttered. ”Times aren’t what they used to be. Although there does seem to be a coffee shop on every corner now.” Just not the freedom to open up someone’s jugular. There were more people now, those little devices Aurora had demonstrated to him in just about every set of hands. They captured what happened and it could all be played back. All it would take was one video reaching Chiara or the Augustines and he wouldn’t be hiding any more. He’d finally be dead.
After all that had happened, he hadn’t imagined the wolf would invite him to her table. Dark eyes narrowed as he took up a seat at her table, his mug dangling lightly from his fingers as he raised it to take a sip. ”I always thought your sort liked to bite,” he quipped darkly. It would only take a single nibble from her and he’d have been dead – luckily for him she hadn’t tried it that night, and wasn’t likely to now. ”Maybe … it’s closer to famine than feast though.” And in human terms it probably would’ve been said that he could’ve done with putting on a few more pounds. It had been a long draught in the Augustine’s facility, every cell in his body screaming for blood for years.
He sipped at his coffee again, his nose wrinkling faintly at the taste of it. There hadn’t been much coffee there either. The docs hadn’t cared just how human their experiments happened to look – a little bit cold? It didn’t matter as long as their torture still worked. The snicker finally rolled out of him, Enzo’s upper lip curling. ”You mean none of them let you in again?” he asked, knowing that the doormen would likely have committed her face to memory already. He stared at her for a moment before he looked down at his coffee cup. It was doubtful that her dropping a single name would have others hearing it here. ”Enzo,” he drawled lightly, not adding his surname. ”And what’s yours?” Who would’ve thought that he’d end up the Little Red Riding Hood figure, sipping coffee with the Big Bad Wolf instead of feeling her teeth puncturing his flesh.
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hope to see you in the discord! 
