So this is just an idea I had about Enzo and his time as an Augustine vampire... These are mental diary entries that show him as...well the poor tortured guy he is.
-Enjoy!
As I watched Damon walk away, I felt the last of my strength leaving me. He wasn't coming back. The only friend I had in over a decade and he wasn't coming back.
'DAMON!' I screamed again as the fire licked at the metal bars of my cage. I was doomed to die here wasn't I?
I slumped to the ground as my last and only hope walked away from me. How could he be so heartless?
The darkness started to close in and so I welcomed it gladly.
'Ahhhhhhhhhh!' I screamed again, intent on deafening Dr. Gilbert and therefore making him stop the torture for just a little while.
I hadn't a clue how long I had been laying strapped to that bed being cut again and again. He was investigating my kidneys, were he had brutally sabotaged them yesterday leaving small pieces for my body to regenerate them from.
'Interesting...' My screams did nothing as he continued to look and root around in my body, muttering to himself as he always did. Blocking my pain out in an attempt to justify his torturous schemes I was sure.
'Wh- When are you going to l-leave me be?' I asked again for the fiftieth time that day.
'Subject appears to have regenerated kidneys overnight, pending further investigation before electric conditioning commences.' Dr. Gilbert continued to mutter to himself as he wrote, without regard for my skin as it tried desperately to stitch itself back together with little success.
'Alright,' Dr. Gilbert looked up, 'Now lets watch and see exactly how you managed to regenerate yourself.' Dr. Gilbert took a scalpel that was no doubt laced in vervain, and cut into my abdominal cavity again. But this time, my screams weren't as voluntary as before.
