Enzo St. John

IND. Lorenzo St. John. Written by Charles Season 7 based (can differ with particular muses and rp partners choice.)

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          There was an unfamiliar face floating around the home where his best friend resided. Although their friendship had a level of toxicity to it yet that didn’t mean he hated the man. Truth be told Damon was the only person he had left. So anyone who seemed like a threat would be eliminated and in this current moment in time he didn’t know what to think of the man who resided within the mansion. 

           So once Damon had left it was his time to strike. Entering the mansion as if he owned the place, the vampire ignored the male and went straight to the bourbon, pouring himself a glass before turning to Eric with a glare.

        “  Hello love, I should really introduce myself. My name is Enzo, I suggest you remember that. I’m not known to be fond of newcomers whom decide to reside with the people I know and hold dear to me. Hurt him. Or anyone here and I will       END       you.   ” 

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 lydiaxlittlemiss:

Lydia had hoped if something happened then the pack would search for her. But could they really take on a vampire? If something happened to them because of her, she wouldn’t be able to live with herself. 

She could feel the tears, a bad feeling coming to the pit of her stomach. “Y..yes. I was attacked.” She whispered, swallowing hard and whining when the needle hit her neck. Lydia fell to the ground unconscious.

       The banshee. Hidden in plain sight. She was a lot more         beautiful than he’d expected, not that it mattered. She was        his mission. It didn’t take long to load her into the car. Tying        her the the passenger seat beside him. Then driving off. 

                 A while had passed before she began to stir. Looking over                  he smirked. ❝Morning my screaming sweetheart.❞ Enzo                   hummed, it was always nice to have a chat whilst on the road.

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 allroundlostcause:

It would have been nice to imagine his office was a sanctuary but it seemed that every time he opened the door, there was someone in there, reading his books, drinking his bourbon, doing something. Alaric’s mouth was drawn in a thin line, and he raised his eyebrows, before dropping a pile of papers on the table.

“You think I leave the good stuff out? Damon raids this office at least twice a week,” he said, sitting on the old leather chair and unlocking his bottom drawer. He made a point of pouring himself a glass, and locking the bottle up again. Long day, finally over, he needed it. “Figure you’ve already got a fresh one, or I’d offer.”

Enzo had a look about him curiosity, mischief, something. Probably a byproduct of boredom. Good thing most of the dangerous stuff was properly locked away.

“Need something, Enzo? Lookin’ to audit my class?”

      Nothing was private with him around, then again you’d think the male would be used to it by now seeing as his best friend was Damon. But no, he still wore that amused look on his face as soon as he spotted Enzo in the room. 

       ❝I’ll remember that the next time I decide to raid your collection.❞ Enzo smirked, watching him open the draw and getting out another bottle. Of course he would keep to that challenge. Standing up he looked around Alaric’s room, taking the bourbon with him.

        ❝And listen to you ramble on? I’d rather eat all of you pupils. That’s sounds much more thrilling.❞ The vampire looked back over to Alaric with a smirk. ❝I could be here for numerous reasons. None of which I would be discussing with you. No offence mate.❞

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 itsfautedemieux:

She laughed as she poured herself a glass of bourbon. She never thought she’d be a bourbon drinker but after spending 4 months over on the other side with Damon, it became an acquired taste. She walked back over to where he stood; her arm grazing his as she moved past him to take a seat. She wanted to say that the reason he got looks was because he was a handsome man that wasn’t known to the small town. She wouldn’t actually say that, she didn’t need to feed his immense ego. Instead, taking a seat, she let out a drawn out sigh. 

“Isn’t it sad though… I at least have a place to go if I wanted. You? Have no where to go so you decide to stay in a house where your ex-best friend doesn’t even want you around. So how about Y O U leave … sweetheart,” she seethed as she placed the drink down and crossed her legs. She could share that she came up with a way to unlink herself from Elena … at a price but she didn’t want to. Couldn’t trust him. Like any magic, unbinding yourself from someone came at a cost; in this case it would be her memories of everyone linked to Elena and Elena herself. Bonnie would forget Caroline, their childhood memories with the women who were like sisters to her. She would forget Damon and their hard earned friendship. 

“Something interesting? To share with you? I don’t think so … I don’t set myself up so willingly to be back stabbed by someone who I know would do it without second thought,” she told him. As those words left her lips it was like a lightbulb turning on in her head. He didn’t care about her. He could potentially be the perfect alternative. The perfect storm was set before her; Damon was gone, so he wouldn’t stop her. Caroline was finally mourning her mom properly so she wouldn’t be able to prevent her from doing what needed to be done for her best friends. She gave him a contemplative look and leaned forward. “Damon is going crazy without Elena, I may have found a way to bring her back and if you help … you may have your best friend back.” 

          Always an outcast. The one woman who offered him a home was dead. He was stuck here. A former best friend who barely cares about his existence any more and Elena’s friends. None of who trusted him. Which in a way could be explain by his actions. But for all of his life he’s been alone. He’s been the only concern. This is new to him. All of it. Taking another mouthful of the bourbon he just watched the female.

          Those words definitely pulled his strings. Because she was right, but then again wasn’t she always? ❝Darling, my ex-best friend is currently mourning over sweet Elena. Which you’re linked to. Can’t say I ever liked her but hey. Who knows. If I kill you he’ll be happy and I’ll get more free bourbon without you pestering me.❞ He looked over to her with a sarcastic smirk, one of his signature ones. 

                 Enzo couldn’t help but snort at her comment. ❝No wonder you all get in so much trouble. You assume so much of someone who’s trying to make it right. Then you push them over the edge. Force them to become the monster you perceive them as.❞ The vampire moved back to the table, pausing as he went to pour some more bourbon into the glass but instead deciding to take the bottle. But his interest in the bottle slipped when she began to speak. Perking his brow he looked over to the female. ❝You are a confusing one ‘Bonbon’.❞ Why would she want to help him now? Wait.❝Let me guess, it comes with a price that Damon wont accept so you plan to do it without him? Classic Bonnie style.❞

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    Enzo was used to it by now. Never getting the      woman. Watching someone who doesn’t deserve     her, sweep her off her feet. Then again his reputation     wasn’t the best. Although no matter how much he’d     tried to fix that. No one accepted it.

              So, that led him here. Well, that didn’t really lead him here.                something else did. Something that took all the humanity that               was left away from him. After all the people going missing he                wasn’t surprised that the others caught on. Seeing the familiar               blond brought a smirk to his lips.

                              ❝Hope you’re not planning to steal my prey.❞

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               A L A R I C          S A L T Z M A N      Damon’s best friend. Clearly he has bad choices.      A previous hunter. Why was he even still around?      Scratch that. He didn’t care. The Damon he knew       had changed. Yet no one accepted him changing.

                The vampire was bored. As usual. So what better way to spend                 his time than raiding the mans bourbon stash. It always tastes                  better when it’s someone else’s. But of course, the male had                  walked in with that ‘you better explain why you’re here’ look.

                               ❝Don’t worry mate. I’ll leave you a drop.                                                              Oh wait.------ Too late. ❞

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 itsfautedemieux:

If there was one thing Bonnie needed was to get away from her grimoire and clear her mind to see if she could come back to unlink herself from Elena. The Salvatore’s were off to find another lead so she figured she’d go raid Damon’s liquor cabinet. She wasn’t expecting to find Damon’s ex-best friend. 

“Oh, did Damon make you his butler now? Do me a favor and leave. There’s enough we have to deal with and don’t need a bored vampire hanging around,” she taunted as she breezed by him. 

     When Enzo heard what Bonnie had to say he just rolled his eyes.      Honestly, Damon went from him to this lot. Disappointing really.      Seemed the only person who knew who to have fun around here      was himself. But that took more than one person and he.... Well,      wasn’t exactly liked.

               ❝I see he made you his maid. Or we’re both here for the same reason                  he’s the only one in town with good bourbon. Oh please. I stay inside                  I get kicked out, I go outside I get suspicious looks. Sweetheart. You                  have a house. You L E A V E. -------                                                                          Unless you have something interesting                                                                           to share.❞

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                                 F R I E N D S       They proved to be much more difficult to sustain        than he first imagined. Then again, he never chose       the best people to call his ‘friend’. AKA                                 Damon Salvatore.

                 Enzo was sat drinking his bourbon when he heard the door                  opened. He knew exactly who it was. Grabbing another glass                    he filled it up before holding it out to the male.

                                ❝Where’ve you been?❞

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 immortel-loup:

     The vampire trailing her didn’t surprise her, nor did it scare her, Seraphine      was able to smell him from a mile away. So she just wandered about aim-      lessly until he decided to come out from hiding to speak to her.

      The wolf had come to Mystic Falls in search of Niklaus and in order for her       to find him she had to find those who may know him. Word had spread        that the Original family had came to this town and so she made her way.

          ❝ Well hello to you too.                      I came in search of a vampire named Stefan Salvatore. ❞ 

      Werewolves and vampires. Not a great pairing at all.       Unfortunately for her Enzo wasn’t even nice to humans.       Never mind his kind’s enemy. Although she did spark        his curiosity.

                           ❝Who’s asking and for what reasons?❞

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       Seeing as Enzo wasn’t exactly part of the ‘team’         he did his own things. Mainly for himself but others        out of curiosity, or even what he believed could         become a problem of his. Which is what he’s doing        now.

                   A new face in town and one that he didn’t like so of course he                    followed her from a distance. Very suspicious until he finally                    decided to confront this problem.

                            ❝I knew I smelt dog.                                   Cut the boring stuff. What are you doing here?❞

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       Where was Enzo’s favourite place to be you may ask.        Well, the Salvatore mansion of course. It’s a nice         reminder of everything Damon had whilst he was left        to burn. Thrilling right? Not that he cared. Right now        he was focusing on the bottle of bourbon he was about        to finish when the door opened and caused his eyes to         roll

                  ❝I’m afraid who ever you’re looking for isn’t here so do us both                                         a favor and ------- L E A V E.❞ 

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 littlewxtch:

She couldn’t help the tremor that ran up her spine when she heard him. God, she’d missed him. His voice, the way he looked at her. Just–everything. He had been her rock, her protector for the past few years and now…it felt like it was being all ripped away by this strange evil that had taken him and Damon over. Her heart skipped a beat hearing him, but she could feel it break from the coldness in his eyes. 

Don’t look at me. Not like that. Please. 

She steeled herself and straightened her spine, her stubborn chin lifting in defiance that was ever present in her movements. “No, you’re pretty easy to track when you just kidnap random people up the east coast.” She raised her brows pointedly at him. “What are you doing with them? I know you’re not just storing a bunch of living humans in some storage container.”

       Every single emotion that passed flickered on her         features, he saw. Took note of. Just so he knew what        effect he had on her. Of course he remembered what        she used to mean to him.

                      ❝No.❞ He shook his head with a bitter chuckle. ❝You were so                         close. Just change living humans to  D E A D  then you’ll be                         asking the right questions.❞   

            ❝You see Bonnie.❞ Enzo hummed slowly walking closer to her.              ❝I’d love to tell you. But honestly. I think the surprise of it would                be a LOT more fun to watch.❞ The vampire hummed, looking                 down at her all he could see now was food. Or another item to                 add to his collection.

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       The longer they took.                              The more bodies piled up.

       Hanging from the ceiling. Honestly it looked like        an abstract piece of art and he and Damon were        the creators. True masterpiece.But they both         knew they were being hunted down by their once       friends. 

                   It seemed like today was the day they finally caught up. Enzo                     was finding another victim for his collection. Well that was until                    he caught eyes with the younger Salvatore. Which only brought                    a smirk to his lips.

                                   ❝No Damon here, try again later                                                  or N E V E R.❞

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       Enzo was intruding as usual. Raiding Damon’s          Bourbon stash because he can. And he was          enjoying it. Both brothers were out which meant         he could sit on the couch and watch the fire burn         whilst drinking. Well that was until he heard the         door open.

                    Letting out an annoyed groan he didn’t bother to see who it was                  ❝The Salvatore’s aren’t home right now. Leave and message then                     bugger off.❞ 

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        Life was as thrilling as it could get for someone with         no remorse, no empathy. Nothing. And along side him         someone in the exact same possition. They’d made          quite the team and their current collection of bodies          was outstanding. Although they thrived for more. 

                    Only time would tell when the others began to catch up on their                      activities although it’d been months since they escaped. However,                     it seemed today was the day he’d finally meet up with their old                     team.

        Enzo was on a hunt for another walking trophy when he         came across a familiar face which only brought a smirk         to his lips. Maybe she could be his next victim.

                             ❝Long time no see Bonnie.                                    Did it really take you this long?❞

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 lydiaxlittlemiss:

Surly if Lydia came up missing, the others would come looking for her. She’d already known that. And if she happened to be dying, Scott would hear her scream. That was the only comfort Lydia had in the moment, knowing Scott and Stiles would be coming if something happened. 

“Shit….vampire? Trust me, I probably don’t taste good. Banshee blood can’t taste good.” Or well, she hoped it didn’t. Lydia went to speak but was silenced, looking up at the man. “Please…”

       Was Enzo going to stop? No! Why would he? No matter         what her pleas were, he’d heard them all before and none          of them had phased him before so this was no different.                                  Or so he thought.

                  Pausing he pulled back and looked at he with wide eyes,                   his head tilting to the side. ❝So you’re the banshee?❞ Well                   this hunt was easier than expected. ❝Looks like dinner will                   have to wait.❞ With that the pulled out a needle and injected                   it into her. Should knock her out for a few hours.

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Another pack meeting, one that Lydia though was rather pointless. For the time being, they were safe. For once she just wanted to be normal, for her friends to be normal. Walking home from Scott’s Lydia turned down the street, not really paying attention to much. It wasn’t until her wrist was grabbed that she jumped. 

Yet, Lydia found herself following the man, confused a little. She knew that she shouldn’t be following him, that she should run yet Lydia couldn’t. “I look delicious?” She asked more confused, head canting to the man. “Who are you?”

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        Now he wouldnt ant to alert the pack with a dead corpse          drained of its blood, then again, they’d know even if he          kept her alive due to the bite marks. Decisions. Decisions.          Oh! Or his own personal waling, talking blood bag. Now           that would be fun. 

                  ❝How rude of me. I’m Enzo. And when I say delicious, I mean                     you look like a wonderful meal for a hungry vampire.❞ He                      hummed, dragging her down an alley before pushing her up                   ❝Don’t more love. Or make a sound.❞