Sorry for the delay! I got put of writing because of canon Sarah/Enzo plot line. However i think I've managed to align my story with where they ended. It will go AU again but we won't know that until S7 starts. I really hope Sarah returns and we get more of these two on screen.
I've just written this so it is probably utter twaddle. Sorry!
Enzo becomes a feature of her days over the coming weeks, he's never explicitly present, but his presence is something she is aware of. She's not sure whether he's there because she is in danger or whether it is his way of trying to atone for once having her death as part of one of his plans.
It's a sunny Wednesday afternoon on campus when she's had enough.
"Look" she begins at normal speaking voice knowing that he'll be able to hear her "if you're going to stalk me at least buy me coffee first."
She waits for him to slink into view from his hiding spot, but she remains alone, with only the embarrassment of having just talked to herself for company.
She trudges across campus after giving up on trying to work, her head still swirling with thoughts of great uncles, and humanity switches and blood bags. At least it dampened down the lingering remains of splenectomies and metal tables, not that she was aware.
Her attention was caught by a scatter of daffodils that had sprung up at the side of the main path. There was no pattern or order to them, it was nature at its rawest and more natural. The yellow trumpets were open majestically the height of life. She knew however there'd be a time when she'd walk down the path and they'd be gone. The thought chilled her, life death and everything having its time. Her attention was caught by a scatter of daffodils that had sprung up at the side of the main path. There was no pattern or order to them, it was nature at its rawest and more natural. The yellow trumpets were open majestically the height of life. She knew however there'd be a time when she'd walk down the path and they'd be gone. The thought chilled her, life death and everything having its time. She absent mindedly stroke the yellow petal of one, and on her way home buys several bunches from the shop and hands them out to people she passes on the way home who look sad. She saves two, for her mother and father whom she never knew, but could have done. Her fists clench and she resolves to get answers. She is ready now. The eyes that have burnt holes in her back for weeks falter at her determination.
OOO
He's leaning against her flat wall when she returns the next day after helping with a children's after school art club.
"You don't have coffee" she says by way of greeting.
He pushes off the wall, sultry grin in place.
"No" he concedes "but that can be easily resolved."
She eyes him warily,
"Why are you so agreeable today? And most of all" she gestures at him "present."
He chuckles but only leads her to his car in response.
OOO
The coffee shop is small and so the smell is concentrated and thick in the air. They settle on sofas that consume its occupants.
"Sarah, I…"
"Why would Damon kill my parents? What had they ever done to him?"
She doesn't feel like going through the niceties or even holding to etiquette and let him finish speaking. It's nice to expel the questions that had been poisoning her, sat inside festering away.
Enzo sighs and if he feels snubbed by her brushing off, he hides it well.
"It wasn't like that."
Her stare is stone and she's proud considering the intimidating man she's up against.
"You're avoiding the question Enzo."
"My my, you really have got it on you, haven't you petal."
"I'm sick of being told of half truths, of being kept in the dark. I'm sick of these dreams I keep having that have flashes of thing I don't understand. And I'm really sick of the nauseas I get from wanting to know these things but also the gut feeling that I shouldn't want to know. So yeah, I've 'got it on me'"
At some point during her speech she'd risen to her feet like the anger that had bubbled over, kept under the surface for too long. Enzo pierces her with a long search look and tugs at her to sit back down.
"Well I can deal with the last one" he's suddenly up close and she shrinks back slightly from the intensity of his gaze. She blinks, confused, like when she used to zone out in chemistry class. Enzo is regarding her expectantly "well?"
"Well what?"
"I'm a vampire Sarah, I eat people"
She waits for the knot in her stomach but it never comes and she can ask her next question freely.
"If Stefan saved me and gave me away to keep me safe, why did he take me to Damon?'
"Simple answer? Blood lust. That's a vampire's greatest curse. Sure, we live forever, have fantastic reactions, enhanced senses but we can never ever be free from the shackles and chains of the basic animal instinct to feed."
She shivers at his sinister macabre tone and the sick feeling is back, but it's different this time. She's warm, burning up her skin too tight, she pushes her chair back with a clatter and flees. It was a mistake, all of this, she doesn't want to know. Vampires, blood lust, murdered parents. She was happy as Sarah Nelson, she doesn't need this in her life and she certainly has no intention to play happy families that exchange Christmas cards and eat thanksgiving dinner together with two ancient vampires, even if they are blood related. A bad choice of words, for there it was again: Blood.
Enzo, naturally is already waiting for her when she rounds the corner of the cafe to find her car. He grabs her roughly giving her no choice but to stumble along in his wake. It is just one more dizzying conundrum to add to the pile. On the one hand is his rough handed, nonchalant treatment of her, the worrying nature of this unknown game in which her fate sounded bleak. Then there was the kidnap, he called her petal, he fed of her with such gentleness and the dreams, she knows he's been sweetening the nightmares.
It just doesn't make sense.
"Where are you taking me?"
"You wanted answers, love, so I'm going to give you them, warts and all."
He hauls her to her small darkened studio walls lined with masses of images and unceremoniously dumps her in a chair. He doesn't bother with restraints, as she reasons he is the most effective restraint. He could have her head snapped before she could even consider making a run for it. Yet, she finds herself not wanting to flee out fear, he doesn't scare her. Not even now with the compulsion lifted, she feels oddly drawn to him even though she knows her had awful intentions towards her.
And so he tells her the whole ugly truth. It starts with his own story, a woman named Lilly, consumption, and a ship to America. A promise of family, his transformation, and subsequent abandonment.
"Why would she do that though? Turn you and then leave?"
"Who knows, probably some sick game" he sighs twirling one of her artist's pencils in his fingers.
"Like the one you were playing with me?"
"Exactly."
"How does Southampton sound?" At her answering frown "Well, I may as well compel you a nice play to disappear to."
Her heart is pounding in her chest, she doesn't want to go, but her reasons as to why are so baffling she cannot allow them room in her head.
"Or, you could give me the choice you never had. Look, you said it yourself- you do this, you're only making it worse."
"But you'll be safe" From me, from your supposed family, from passing threats, lord knows we attract them something chronic.
"But what if I swore never to seek out the Salvatores again, from what I've seen and the bits you've told me I don't want any part of me real family."
Her words trigger something in him and in a blink he's up close in her face looming over her, searching her. It's a deep penetrating look filled with so much calculation, years of life, hurt, and menace. But there's something else, it zings between them, crackling deliciously when he grabs her wrists and pulls her to his level. There's barely and space between them now she's sure that if he didn't have super hearing he'd be able to determine her battering heart. His nostrils flare and she in his eyes that his mind is whirring through the possibilities so fast she's have no chance to keep up.
"Have a nice life Sarah Nelson."
Just like that, one sentence that leaves her bereft. The imprint of his searing touch on her wrists, his proximity are just memories now. She has nothing but her unreliable feeble mind to tell her that he was real.