If there are spoilers out there for how either season of either show ends, I don't know them. So I'm writing my own outline on what led us here to the beginning of this ficlet series. I have desperately wanted Enzo to join the cast of The Originals and still hope when TVD ends that he will. He would make a perfect match for Rebekah, could have quite a good time hanging out with Kol and Klaus, and drive Elijah crazy. Not to mention Marcel!
So in my fictional world, Rebekah eventually was placed back inside her body after helping to resurrect Kol. Dahlia was somehow defeated, the how is not really important for this series. Bex left town, to continue on her quest to live her own life (with Claire's new shorter hair). Enzo left Mystic Falls after feeling he was too violent for Sara Salvatore and had no shot with Caroline. So they wind up here. In this bar. Somewhere on the outer border of Virginia.
"I want to drown my sorrows mate," Enzo pointed to a bottle behind the bartender "I just put Mystic Falls in my rear view. About bloody time."
"Mystic Falls?" an alluring accent inquired from behind him.
Without even laying eyes on her, just the lilt in her voice alone sent a shiver through him that he hadn't felt in quite a while.
"Can I get you a drink?" the bartender looked around him, as the owner of the voice stepped up to the bar and propped her leather clad elbows on the dark wood.
"I'll have what he's having," she motioned toward Enzo's glass.
"I don't know about that love," he smirked, still not looking over "Might be to much for you."
"I'm sure I can handle it," she bit back in a lower voice.
The bartender sat the double Irish whiskey shot down in front of the woman and she turned her body toward Enzo.
"Cheers?"
He swiveled around on his stool to look at her and he felt his breath catch in his throat. She was quite possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. That was saying something with his decades of experience. Her blonde hair was cut short, framing her face. Her eyes were brimming with mischief and magic and everything that excited him.
She held her shot glass up and waited for him to clink his against hers. As they did, their eyes locked and he noted how easily the whiskey slid down her throat as she slammed the glass onto the bar.
"So," she finally took the seat next to him "What brought you to Virginia? Have you fallen under the spell of Elena Gilbert?"
"No, love," he laughed "She's not my type."
"Ah...do you fancy a Salvatore then? Stefan or Damon?"
She reached around the bar and grabbed a cherry from a container and let it dangle around her lips before taking it into her mouth.
"Damon," he smiled smugly "But not the way I'm sure you fancy him."
"The Salvatores?" she laughed lightly, reaching for another cherry "I've had them both. I can honestly say there is nothing I miss about either one of them. They are both so ridiculously tied to that boring, pathetic baby vampire...She was so much more bearable without her humanity. Pity."
She rolled her eyes as she threw another cherry stem onto the bar.
"Hey bartender!" she spat "Two more over here."
"Perhaps you should pace yourself, sweetheart?" Enzo pushed his empty glass away from him.
"First of all," she turned toward him, crossing one leg over another "Don't call me sweetheart."
The music in the bar blared behind them as a house band started to play some horrendous rendition of Free Bird.
"And second!" she yelled over the noise "I could drink you under this bar."
He shrugged with an impressed smile on his lips.
"So you've been to Mystic Falls," he pondered the information, as he studied her carefully "How do you fit in with the whole lot?"
"How do I fit in?" she sighed, taking her shot from the bartender and downing it with ease "To start with, I was born there. One of the founding families you could say."
"Founding family..." Enzo was becoming more intrigued by the minute.
"Mhm," she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and fished a lime out of the container behind the bar.
"My brothers and I left there, oh a thousand years ago..."
"A thousand years..." the pieces were starting to connect inside his brain "...You're an Original vampire."
"Good on ya, mate. You got one right," she rolled her eyes sarcasm dripping in her voice, waving the bartender over again.
"Rebekah, isn't it?" he grinned "I've heard stories about you."
"All bad I'm sure," she smiled, then leaning in closer "At least those are the most interesting ones, aren't they?"
"I don't typically have a thing for bad girls," Enzo downed his next shot "I'm more for the damsel in distress."
"That's a shame. Us girls who can take care of ourselves are a lot more fun," she raised a playful eyebrow at him "I don't need anyone to fight my battles."
"Of that I am entirely certain," he smiled with somewhat admiration.
He was simply admiring her status, she was sure. Wasn't ever day an Original walked into a bar.
"So do you have a name or should I just refer to you as Damon's lackey?"
"Enzo," he smirked "Damon and I were friends. Best friends, long ago...I've left that town. Don't have any plans on going back."
"Neither do I," Rebekah fumbled with another lime, sucking the juice from it "Not at the moment anyway."
"So where do you call home?"
"I don't know," she finally answered after pausing in thought for a moment "I guess you could say I don't really have one. My brothers live in New Orleans."
"New Orleans? Lovely city. Filled with lovely tourists," Enzo smiled fondly "...Your brothers have quite the reputation. Klaus sounds like a real nut job."
Instead of being offended, a little giggle escaped her lips.
"If Nik were here right now, your heart would be on a stake," she gathered herself.
"Nik?" he furrowed his brow in confusion at the nickname, "Niklaus? Yes well, perhaps I will never have the pleasure of making his acquaintance."
"Most people would do anything to stay clear of him," she leaned up on the bar with her elbows, swirling her finger around the rim of her shot glass.
"Does that include you?"
"Once," she shrugged "Maybe more than once...But not now."
She licked the lime juice off her fingers and stood from the bar. Enzo's eyes grew wide with disapproval.
"Leaving so soon?"
"This music is horrendous and the liquor is cheap. Since you only go for damsels, I guess there's no point in continuing this conversation. As a matter of fact, I'm bored."
"It's not to late to teach an old vampire new tricks," he stood and faced her.
"I don't know, breaking in new bad boys," she eyed him up and down "Not really my thing."
"I never said I was a good boy," he moved a little closer to her, his voice growing lower.
"You didn't have to," she said, moving her mouth just by his ear "Good night, Enzo."
He watched her walk out of the bar in her high heels boots and tight black leather pants.
She was the Original sister.
A legend in her own right.
She was not going to get away that easily.
Perhaps it was time he gave up on the damsels.