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I'm baaaaack! It's been like 84 years since the last chapter but I've finally managed to get this one finished for you guys. I'll try not to take that long again.
Also, I just wanna thank you guys for the love in your reviews and even the follows/favorites. It means a lot and I appreciate each and every one of you.

I may as well say it now, yes there is going to be a cameo by a certain hybrid someone.
But don't think that means this is going to turn into a Klarofest. This is Carenzo, people.
K. Carry on.


Chapter 3

Neon swirls filled his vision as Enzo came back to life. He found himself surrounded by six or seven decorative ravers huddled over him in concern. One in particular was kneeling by his side, his rainbow tipped mohawk making Enzo furious for some reason.

"Are you okay, man?"

Enzo rolled his eyes and shoved him away as he got up, nearly hitting his head on the bar stool behind him. The room spun slightly and he leaned back into the bar, grabbing the stool for balance. Bits and pieces of his memory resurfaced. They were driving... Her humanity was off... Whose? Oh yes, Caroline. The perky blonde angel of death who had snapped his neck. He cracked it to either side and started looking around for his merry little murderess.

His head was still reeling and he could barely make sense of anything between the flashing lights, the stench of sweat and vomit and the annoyingly loud thrum of horrible techno music. Of all places to escape to you just had to pick a rave, gorgeous?

He waded into the fray, tossing a few "piss off"s to ignorant party-goers as he made his way through, searching the dance floor. When he finally spotted her, she was leaning over the turntables to compel the DJ. He sighed in relief and waited until she was distant enough from the speakers to approach. She was dancing to the song she'd chosen – a singer with a haunting voice singing a ballad remixed with laser-like sound effects and a fast beat.

Just as he was about to make his entrance he was cut off by a shaggy haired patron in a netted muscle shirt who'd managed to get up behind her, giving her ass way too lengthy of an appreciation. Enzo grabbed his shoulder and turned him around catching his already dilated gaze.

"You don't want to dance with her, mate. Trust me."

The young man blinked, momentarily confused before drifting away in the other direction. Caroline's shoulders dropped and she gaped in disbelief. Enzo smirked his trademark smirk, tilting his head with a fake wince.

"You know, I've got this god awful kink in my neck..." he teased, rubbing it for dramatic emphasis.

She crossed her arms, her expression dulling. "You were getting annoying. And stop shooing away my dance partners!"

"So I did hit a nerve then."

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You didn't hit anything. I just felt like shutting you up."

"Yes and killing someone is the much less extreme way of accomplishing that. Kudos. You've officially graduated from psychopath to sociopath."

She dismissed him with a sneer and started walking away, needing to be rid of his pompous attitude. It was so not what she was going for right now with her new liberation kick. But Enzo simply followed in silence, smirking at her back. Caroline stopped abruptly when she realized she had a tail and turned around with a glare.

"What are you doing?"

"Keeping you company. You invited me to, after all."

"I invited you for fun. Babysitting me is the opposite of that."

"Then give me something better to do," he said plainly, giving her a suggestive once over.

"Ugh." She sped off through the crowd trying to ditch him until she nearly bumped into Enzo when he appeared again before her. "Seriously? Take a hint!"

"Look, you're not getting rid of me so you may as well just accept your fate and get on with it."

"Get on with what, putting a stake through you heart? Because I am this close – "

"Dance with me."

She scoffed, thrown by the rapid shift, but didn't dare show her amusement. Instead, she narrowed her eyes to exude disdain. "Let me think about it. Mm. No."

"Come on," he moaned with a smile and hooked an arm around her back to pull her against him. "I know you want to."

She shoved her hands against his chest to push him back but his hold was tighter so she only managed to move him a few inches away. "If you don't let go of me – "

"You'll snap my neck again? Been there, done that, wrote the book and watched it flop." He narrowed his eyes, his smirk widening at her annoyance. "You know, you realize if you kill me then you'll have nobody to have your fun with."

She smiled darkly. "But it would be fun to kill you."

"Ooh. You really are a little sociopath, aren't you? Tell you what. Dance with me and I promise I won't bring up Stefan's name ever again."

"Fine. And then you leave me alone the rest of the night. No matter what I'm doing."

"Fair bargain."

She scoffed a little indignant huff of breath and scanned the dance floor for an opening before stalking across. Enzo followed close behind, his amusement only growing with every step they took. She turned around and flashed him a little grin before grabbing his shirt collar to pull him against her. Enzo laughed, his hands finding her hips as they swayed. She rested her hands on his chest and began a rhythm that matched the beat of the techno blaring through the sound system.

As the beat picked up he got more brazen, spinning her out and pulling her back in tightly, twirling her and dipping her until there was enough room cleared around them that they were the center of attention. He twirled her once more but instead of going full circle she backed into him, grinding her ass into his groin and slithering her body down his in a little shimmy. He swallowed as she woke his lust, arching her back as she bent over and flipped her hair as she lifted back up. She reached an arm backward around his neck and turned her head, flirting with her eyes as the dance floor filled back up. Enzo's lips curled as he grabbed her hips and squeezed, winning a gasp from her.

He leaned in so his lips touched her ear as he spoke. "If you want something, gorgeous, just ask."

"What makes you think I want anything from you?"

"The way you've been eyeing me since we got here." His smile grew as guilt trickled into her expression. He tilted his head with a knowing look and let his hands slowly slide around to her lower abdomen. "Admit it. You're curious."

She shook her head when she caught his gaze drift down to her lips. "Please. Like I'd ever want to kiss you."

He smiled wryly. "If you do, I should warn you – most women who kiss me have trouble stopping there."

She rolled her eyes and shoved his face back with a grin, turning around to face him. "Most women don't have their humanity off."

"Which makes this scenario all the more baffling. Why do you care if you have sex with me?"

"Why do you care if I don't?"

"Don't ask questions you know the answer to."

She scoffed, jaw hanging a little as she looked him over then pursed her lips. "If I have sex with you, then I'll just have to have sex with every other guy here."

He laughed, thoroughly amused. "Very clever." He pulled her in with an arm around her waist. "But we both know how this night is going to end."

He kissed her suddenly, rough, and possessive. She gasped at first then let herself fall into it, surprised at how easy it was to kiss him and touch him and let herself be taken over by her lust for sex. But she couldn't let him get the better of her. He was a man and she was not in the mood to get one upped by another one. So she drew back from the kiss and played it off, looking up at him flirtatiously from beneath lashes and then –

She bit into his neck savagely, tearing at his skin with no restraint. He yowled and pushed her back and she stumbled into someone's back. Ignoring their insult, she just laughed vindictively in the face of Enzo's scowl, blood dripping down her chin.

"You thought because my humanity is off I would be easy? Get real, Enzo."

He glared at her, touching his neck and glaring harder at the blood that came away. She winked and disappeared into the crowd leaving him gaping at an empty spot on the dance floor.


Caroline meandered through the masses, shoving hands off her as she scoped the place for an exit. But she was distracted by something more pressing. That little Enzo flavored snack had reawakened her blood lust and all that kept running through her mind was more. Her instincts were crying out, all nerve endings in her body tingling with desire.

Well, she had an ample supply dancing all around her. What was one bloodless raver to the other hundred or so?

"Hey."

A hand landed on her shoulder and set off her ingrained alert system. She grabbed the hand and twisted the arm attached around backwards, tilting her head with a glare.

"Who said you could touch me?"

He was whimpering in pain. "I – I got you a drink," he explained desperately.

She glanced down at the transparent green Solo cup shaking in his free hand. It was still fizzing from whatever date rape drug he'd slipped in it. She hummed an unimpressed laugh and let him go, tilting her head to look him up and down. Dirty blonde hair, light eyes. Yeah. He fit the bill.

She gave him a brilliant smile for his efforts and took the cup from him. "Thanks, but...I'm not thirsty." She let her eyes darken with blood, webs of veins underlining them. "I'm hungry."

The date raper stared in horror as her fangs protruded. She grabbed his shoulder before he could run and compelled him so he wouldn't take off and then, she fed. He blood was different than normal, thinner and soupier with a faint hint of sugar. She drank it as fast as it gushed, paying no mind to how quickly she was draining him. The supply seemed endless and her whole body started to feel fuzzy. When she let him go, the colors of the club were swarming, vibrant and more saturated than before. She laughed and threw her hands up, spinning around slowly and reveling in this new sensation. More, she wanted. More blood and more of this feeling, whatever it was.

One soon became four and five and six. She had a theme going of dirty blond men and it wasn't hard to ensnare them. Hell, she hardly had to use any compulsion. All she had to do was use her body. They were already hopped up on alcohol and drugs like Molly, ketamine, meth and LSD. She was able to swoop in and let them think what they would. Some thought she was a flat out hallucination of a vampire and ran with it. Other believed they were bearing witness to "an angel sent down from heaven to bring them back to the motherland." Instead of rolling their minds with fearlessness, she let the drugs do their job and let them ride it out as a mingling of painful pleasure that they were always certain was an illusion.

She never drained them completely, some part of her deciding that killing for fun bordered too much on sociopath – no way would she give Enzo the satisfaction – so she carefully toed the line between life and death, letting them go just before they reached the point of no return. But the more she drank, the more laced blood she had consumed, the lower her inhibitions fell. The high was too good to stop and kept her craving for more.

Enzo had found her just in time to see her current meal about to take his last breath. He sped over and she tore her mouth away to hiss in warning, the drug induced stupor making her out of touch with reality. He stared into her veined eyes, tilting his head with a hint of reprimand to his expression. But there were hints of his own feeding speckled around his collar. His pupils were as dilated as her victim's. She lifted her chin and her lips spread in a challenging grin, daring him to stop her. Instead, he approached the opposite side of the man and rested his hand on his shoulder, all the while keeping his gaze fixed on Caroline's. His eyes took on their own vampiric features and his bared his fangs to her with an almost erotic curl of his upper lip. A look of understanding passed through them and, nearly unison, they lowered their heads and feasted on what was left of the poor soul's life. In seconds his body sagged and he dropped to the floor.

Enzo slowly lifted his gaze to meet Caroline's. She threw her head back and laughed, the melody ringing in his ears. His eyes lit as her laughter became infectious. She threw her arms around his neck and he held her, their eyes locking intensely as the club around them dropped away. Without a single thought, she crashed her lips into his, the remains of their victim's blood swirling between their entwined tongues.