TRAGIC. CAN I CONTINUE MY STORY NOW, PLEASE?

@exnzo

Lorenzo "Enzo" St. John.

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“I have been told it’s good for a vampire. Drowning. Returning and repeating till the end of time,” Freya said. She stood up and stepped over to him.

“Witches are not that stupid,” she said though that wasn't true. Witches were that stupid. Completely stupid. She wanted more. Who? Why? “You don’t attack a Mikaelson and expect to live…. Or expect your family and loved ones to love,” she pointed out. Klaus was already burning people witches trying to take Freya. That would be more than an excuse. “And I don’t know a lot of vampires that willing work with witches. So I suggest to speak before this conversation sets less friendly. And try and speak the lying.”

"I'm not like most vampires - you'll find I'm much more resilient to threats." The years of captivity by Augustine had toughened him, and while he might not match an original or a vampire with more years under their belt, he was no pushover.

"Luckily for me, I don't have any family or friends. Still, I'd be worrying about your own family and what I have cooked up for them while you're here. Witches are that stupid." He added, weaving the tale to keep her on her toes.

"The OEA wants them dead, and they will enlist anyone these days, even us vampires and witches." The threat hung in the air, part of his own game.

"On my weakest day, I have enough magic to burn you alive," she told him. "And today is not that day," she said. On this day she was angry and you never wanted to get a Mikaelson witch angry. They could burn towns and cities when they were angry. Her aunt had taught her that. She raised gaze to look at him. "You drugged me, intending to kill me or kidnap me?" She questioned, wondering what person would be that foolish. "I have been expected the OEA, but a vampire?" It couldn't be luck or stupidest of a random vampire to try and kill her. "Explain yourself before I next time you wake up it's at the bottom of the ocean."

"Ooo, I love a good fire, despite being left to burn alive in one." Such threats seemed to roll off Enzo with ease, given his tumultuous past. "The depths of the ocean, though? Now you're getting somewhere." He couldn't help but shudder at the thought, preferring to avoid encounters with sirens.

"Ah, there's another witch who wants you dead, apparently." Enzo omitted the mention of the OEA contact for now, deciding to spin another tale for his amusement. "Suppose he's a little jealous; maybe you have better flowers than he does."

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Juri took a deep breath before signing. "You don't understand." He signed simply. There was a slight grit of his teeth before he pulled out the keys. "I keep them maintained in the back." He signed. "One second."

The witch came back with the glass box containing the muting herbs. "Grind it up into a powder and it should knock them out." He open the case to let the other reach in. "Any questions?"

He found it a little odd that the witch was not asking him questions or offering resistance. With the witch's apparent willingness to offer the herbs, he took them without hesitation. As for his plans, this exchange would set in motion a fun little game.

"See you around, mate." With that, the vampire left the witch and his flowers.

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The drug was overpowering. She felt the weakness and fog in her mind as it pushed it's way through her veins. Like it was trying to drag her into the darkness but she didn't want that. She wouldn't. The Mikaelson rage flared and the lights all around exploded as she burnt the drug out of her veins. The act making her blood feel like it was on fire as she gasped for breath. But after a few moments she was able to roll over and look over to the body next to her. A vampire? She was weak that was impossible to ignore but she had questions and soon enough she had the vampire dragged into the closest building off the street and tied the best she could to the wall with the pipes of the old building. She then leant against the wall herself, waking for him to wake.

Enzo awoke to find himself bound by the very witch he had attempted to capture. The vampire took a moment to assess the situation, studying the surroundings. A hiccup in his plans, but being captured wasn't entirely unfamiliar territory. It just meant there would be a slight delay in his expedited delivery to the OEA.

A smirk played on his face as he glanced toward her. "I take it your witchy powers are not on a time-out?" He was certain he would find out any moment now.

She was walking home when she felt the pain and then the needle in her neck. Before it could take her over, she snapped her fingers, causing her attacker's neck to snap. But the drugs had already taken their affect and she hit the ground, knocked out, waiting for someone to find her.

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Enzo lacked the magic-muting pills The Armory once possessed, but herbs could be just as harmful - that was the plan when he emerged from the shadows and tried to capture the witch. The moment he laid hands on her was soon gone, though, because his own neck was swiftly snapped, and he crumpled to the ground. It seemed an untimely slumber awaited them both.

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Juri's eyes widen as he seen the destruction. He tried to stand still but couldn't. He finally had to do something seeing the sunflowers being descriated.

"I'm not sure if you're a customer more than an intruder." He signed. He began to walk forward. "That's enough." He signed before he muttered the protection spell on the remaining flowers. His eyes turned steely as he picked up flowers and stems. "Leigheas brotin." He muttered letting the flowers go back to their orginal state

"You caught me I'm a witch. But what use am I to you?" The witch signed gripping the flowers protectively.

"Bingo." Enzo wasted no time catching the other out. "Yeah, you're not that much use to me, to be honest - a little pathetic." He glanced at the evident destruction being undone, acknowledging the guy's affinity for flowers. "Now, if you've got any flowers that will knock out a witch, I'll be a much happier customer. The payment being not killing you."

Isaiah narrowed his eyes at the man's words about sweeping in to take Bonnie away from him. "I like a good challenge," Isaiah shook Enzo's hand before pulling it away. "But Bonnie is not a game. This isn't some weird brother rivalry like the Salvatores. I love her. We built something. I'm not naive to think you don't hold a special place in heart. But if she wants you back in her life, that's a choice she's going to make. I can't stop her if she were to choose you. Because no matter what, I love her and the life we built together. The children we have. So as long as our kids and Bonnie doesn't get hurt, we're good," He stated, protective of his girls.

Enzo struggled to hold back his murderous instincts as he listened to this guy talk about the life he had with Bonnie—a happy little family and all. Jealousy easily crept back in, and as much as he wanted to thank the guy for giving Bonnie the life she wanted, he couldn't. "Not much of a challenge, mate. Must be the accent."

"Oh, spare me the details of your oh-so-perfect life," he scoffed, rolling his eyes with disinterest. "Just know, Bonnie won't have to suffer, but you might."

Sarah saw him. Enzo. She wasn't an angry person at all. Someone who would clench their teeth and their fist. But here she was. She was angry. She let him talk for however long he wanted to. And then she did the one thing that just made her snap. She punched him. "Screw you!" She fumed, blood rushing to her hand as she realized she's never hit anyone. And she probably had crappy form cause it felt like she broke something. "Shit!" She tried shaking it off, cradling her arm to her chest. "Ever since you popped up in my life, crazy things keep happening. First my family... then I died... so screw you Enzo!" She said, tears welling in her eyes. "now I think I broke something,"

Enzo allowed Sarah to have her moment, taking the punch without much protest, and casually rubbed his jaw where she had struck. That punch had likely hurt her more than it did him, at least physically.

"My lessons were not without purpose," he remarked, acknowledging the effectiveness of the training he had provided her to defend against vampires. "Our time together, however, has worn off." A hint of concern flickered in his eyes as he noticed her cradling her wrist.

"It was a mistake bringing you into my life." The family that abandoned her had similarly abandoned him, and he had thought to use that connection as a means to strike back at the Salvatores. However, he now realized that using her had only brought more misery into her life. He observed her enduring pain, even after he had let her go.

"And after everything, I still used you as the pawn in my game. I used you to protect someone else I care about." Caring about Sarah had proven to be a fatal flaw, yet even then, he had exploited her to safeguard another person he cherished, making her a means to his own pursuit of happiness.

The last time he laid eyes on Sarah Salvatore was when the sirens were also around playing mind games - he thought he had fooled them, he assured himself that Sarah was safe.

"So you did get out of town." Enzo held a mixture of curiosity and suspicion about how it all unfolded back then. What bothered him more at present was what she was doing here of all places. "Here for a family reunion, or just passing through?"

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Isaiah recognized the man before him. He had been rummaging through some boxes when Bonnie and him first moved together, trinkets from past lives and adventures and pictures she had of him. He knew he had her heart but the way she reminisced about Enzo made him wonder at times. So when the dead were coming back and Bonnie going to New Orleans to help, he wondered if they had found each other. "Definitely not," He said. "But it seems like you have a death wish if you're trying to feed out in public and we both know the OEA will be all over this place. And that would not make Bonnie happy if you got yourself killed. And I'm in the business of keeping my wife happy," He stepped forward. "We haven't met. Isaiah Emerson."

"Oh," Enzo mused, a realization dawning. So, this was the guy who now held the witch's heart. It confirmed that Bonnie had lived as promised, yet there lingered a subtle hint of jealousy, a silent acknowledgment that this man got to experience the life they had once planned.

"Lorenzo St. John." He extended his hand in greeting, a wry grin playing on his lips. "I wouldn't lose sleep over my life, mate. I'd be more concerned about me swooping back in to steal your girl."

sammyslamajammas

Juri's eyes in surprise. He didn't expect the stranger's bluntess. But to say he was a witch, would mean risking his own hide. How did he know he wasn't one of them. Juri took a deep breath.

"Oooooooor I'm regular guy who just likes plants." He signed. "But if I was a witch why would you need to know that." He signed trying to look for something to use for a spell.

If the guy really liked plants, Enzo obviously had to test that by rummaging through the plants on display and destroying them piece by piece. If the other didn't react, then he knew he was on to something.

"You've got terrible customer service, seeing as I'm a customer, and that should make me always right," he continued to decapitate the flowers. "Personally, I'm a neck person." With that, he pulled apart a stem, adding a touch of personal humor to the floral destruction.

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Location: the flower shop.

Were flowers a sense of comfort for the witch. Without a doubt. As he trimming the dead ends of the stems and leaves, he thought about them. Flowers weren't complicated, they live, they die, and they begin a anew. He felt the sunflower gingerly. But why did he begin anew? The witch looked pensive when he saw the light indicating someone entering the store. There was a forced grin on his features.

"Welcome to Lucky Flowers. How can I help you today?"

In a city like New Orleans, supposedly thriving with all sorts of hocus-pocus, Enzo couldn't help but notice a surprising lack of it. Nevertheless, that wasn't going to stop him from seeking it out. While he could have easily approached those he knew, their approval wasn't something he sought. Instead, he opted to explore whatever other magical avenues he could find.

"I'm putting my money on you," Enzo declared, never one for subtlety. "A witch, surrounded by nature."

"You've lived a very full life," she commented, a tad condescendingly. "Maybe you need some peace?" She would be more than happy to oblige that one way ticket. He was intrigued, or pretending to be, at the very least. That was a solid point to start. "Any Original. They have a lot of strays they've picked up along the way, and while we want them too, the Old Ones are worth the most to me." They posed the most threat, given their power. "How much extra is expedited?"

"Rather tragic, actually," Enzo decided to list out the chapters of that tragic life. "Orphaned, forced into a workhouse at age four, on the streets at fourteen. In my twenties, I was boarding a ship to see a doctor for my consumption. The doctor turned out to be a charlatan, and I died of consumption." His narrative painted a picture of a life fraught with hardships, making it abundantly clear that he felt no threat from her or her organization, given everything he had endured. "I had drunk vampire blood prior, so naturally, you can imagine what became of that charlatan." His first kill was both deserved and an unfortunate parting gift of what he thought then to be another person abandoning him.

As for procuring an original, Enzo acknowledged the challenge, having engaged in fights with vampires thrice his age, but he had always been one to push limits. "Expedited might cost you more than you're willing to bargain."

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As Enzo’s hand rose to stop her own, the rejection made Bonnie feel as though it had been slapped away. Love was a peculiar thing, but heartbreak more so. The softness of his tone didn’t comfort her, but instead cut her. Oh the irony. Still as his eyes found hers, she could see straight through him. Maybe that was the thing that frightened him.

His words felt as though she was losing him all over again; a loss that he had never really recovered from. Bonnie had suffered through plenty within her life, experienced unimaginable pain, but nothing had compared to losing Enzo. With him, died a piece of very own soul and that wasn’t coming back.

“So that’s it?” as Enzo stepped away, the witch forcefully pulled back her wrist; cradling it again her chest with the absence of his touch already feeling like a punishment.

"You're saying goodbye?" forcing back tears Bonnie released a sharp breath of realisation, "you're not even saying goodbye are you? this is just you telling me that you're leaving." Shaking her head, her voice grew a little louder "you don't get to make that decision. You don't make my choice." Despite her protests she knew that he was right, she had a life; Bonnie had lived as she had promised, but letting go wasn't so easy.

"What if I can't?" her voice wavered unsteadily, rolling her lips together as if to forcefully refrain from saying the words. "What if I can't let go?"

The thought of abandonment, being the one to, that was a gut punch, yet the realization of being the one to cause this pain, deserved or not, cut through his stubborn resolve. "I don't abandon the people I love. I'm not leaving you, Bonnie Bennett," he stated firmly, emphasizing his commitment. "But sometimes, the universe has a way of pulling people apart, no matter how hard they fight against it."

They had fought tirelessly in the past, yet even their efforts weren't enough. "What I'm telling you is, just because our lives are separate, doesn't mean our universes are different."

Softness entered Enzo's gaze. "This isn't about me making decisions for you - you made the decision to let me go a long time ago, to save yourself and Caroline's kids. That was the guy you fell in love with."

"But now? The selfish part of me would have wanted to stay, to be by your side every day, by any means. If I have to turn into the guy everyone hates, so that I get to have the life I imagined with you - I have to. I have to be that person." He would not be so much the person she loved.

"We will find each other, but, in the meantime, embracing a bit of resentment might make things easier."

Isaiah was in heaven in the magic shop. He had been to New Orleans as a kid but as a adult, it was different. Especially now knowing all that he knew about magic and the things that madre the magical world work. He had been looking for some ingredients he thought could be necessary for what he wanted to achieve. A protection ward for where he was staying. He was about to grab the last thing he needed when he saw a bit of commotion outside of the store. He put some money down, rushing out to see what was going on. "Hey!" He spoke up. "No need for all that out here," He knew the OEA was lurking and bringing unnecessary attention was never good. | @exitiumstarters

Unlike many of the supernatural beings skulking in the shadows to evade the OEA, Enzo wasn't one to shy away from revealing his fangs. The unfortunate human he had in his grasp was on the brink of becoming dinner when an unexpected saviour intervened. "Guess it's your lucky day," he remarked, releasing the human who he intended to catch up with later.

He shifted his attention to the rescuer. "I take it you're not a neck person?"

Testing a theory?" Noa was eying the man suspiciously. She had been having a lot of visitors to the morgue, both alive, dead and maybe eve some undead. "No... but I'm not really in the mood for testing that theory out especially it it means someone has to die to see,"

"If my theory is correct, then, they won't be dead for long," casting a glance back at the table and the lifeless body. He half-expected a resurrection any moment. "Or was it the other one?" He tilted his head, anticipating potential complications. "Ah, well, I'm certain we'll soon find out."

This conversation was getting weirder to her. And him mentioning her mother didn't do anything to ease her. "How do you know her?"

"That's a complicated story," Enzo remarked, one he'd be willing to share in due time, but for the moment, he kept it short and snappy. "She was the love of my life, and I was hers until it was ripped away from her by a man that goes by the name of Stefan Salvatore."

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