fresh from the grave, enzo had been STARVING since he awoke a few days ago. he had located the nearest unsuspecting victim, lurking behind a bar, cigarette half-burned between her fingers, and he had fed. it took a fair bit of willpower to keep himself from draining the body dry, but he pulls away from her neck with a growl. as the veins around his eyes begin to fade, he takes his victim by the upper arms, stares into her eyes, and taps into his compulsion. â go away. forget this happened. â
    as she turns to leave, enzo turns away and licks the remainder of her blood from his lips as his gaze falls upon another person. â bollocks, â he sighs, closing the space between them slowly, ready to compel away their memory.
Anastasia had many morbid fascinations and maybe they did result in getting herself into danger, but she didnât regret any of it. She watched the vampire for a moment before she noted she had been spotted. No sense of concern overcame her, however. She had precautions for all that. âWonât work on me.â