When she had entered the vault to find her sister, hope had soon made way for despair. Yvette had been long dead, and the evil that had been trapped down there suddenly made its move and pulled her people into the darkness, into oblivion.
She had been so terrified. She'd pleaded with Bonnie to let them all out again, but of course it had been to no avail.
When the monster eventually sank its teeth into her skin, her flesh, it had almost felt relieving. It would all be over soon.
She was still holding the locket, the talisman she had been told would save her from whatever loomed inside the darkness, and she chuckled unhappily to herself. So much for that, she thought, but then the beast stopped for a moment and she briefly saw a humanoid form flicker under his features before the locket got pulled from her grasp and fell with a harsh sound to the ground, into the darkness and she got devoured by blackness.
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When Enzo walked into the eerily quiet vault on his way to find Damon, a horrible sense of foreboding accompanying him, he stumbled over the object glittering in what little light illumined the darkness down there. He picked it up reflexively, weighing it in his hand for a moment before putting it in the pocket of his jacket.
Then he went on to look for Damon.
"Damon?" He called out his friend's name as he walked deeper into the Vault.
When he found him, Damon greeted him with a brief question. "Just you?"
"I snuck off," he explained, sensing that something was horribly off, "Didn't feel like playing scissors, paper, stone over who was going to save your life."
"That's very heroic of you," Damon said, and something about the way he said it sounded almost like a warning.
They exchanged a look before Enzo automatically continued, "I don't leave people behind. Not my style. Plus, my girl seems to think that you're her best friend. And, uh…" he chuckled, more nervous and guarded than anything, "from what I can tell, heroes always do right by their girl."
Damon jerked his head in the direction of the exit, wordlessly begging him to leave. "Then I should warn you," he said, matter-of-factly, his words and his gestures not matching, "it doesn't always work out so great."
Enzo raised his eyebrows, and clenched his jaw briefly as he felt a coldness seep into his body from behind. "Had a feeling," he allowed.
He heard a sound, whispers? Growls? His friend's imploring stare still on him, he sped toward him and grabbed his arm. "Go," he hissed, but Damon was strangely frozen.
But it was then that he realized that Damon simply couldn't move. Something held him in place. "Run," Damon suddenly mouthed, but before Enzo had a chance to make a decision on whether he should and could leave his friend behind after all, he got sucked away as an all encompassing pain rendered him unconscious.
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