"Wait. You two know each other?" Damon asked, confused. "Yeah," I said, staring at Enzo. I haven't looked away from him since I figured out who he was. "How?" Damon asked, his voice laced with curiosity.
(Flashback)
I looked around the college campus that was covered in darkness. How I came to be on a college campus, I will never know. I was hoping one of the buildings was unlocked and I could sleep there until morning. The building I was at right now seemed to be one of the main buildings. I walked around to the back of the building.
There was a door, but it was one that you could tell led to a basement or something. I tried turning the knob and to my surprise it was unlocked. Normally back doors were locked. Especially at night. I walked in as quietly as I could and slowly shut the door behind me.
There were stairs going down so I followed them. Maybe there will be somewhere for me to sleep for a little while. I hadn't slept in a few days. Same went for eating. I followed the hallway that was at the end of the stairs.
After a few minutes of walking, I noticed a light coming from the end. The light was very dim and you could tell it was about ready to go out. "Who's there?" a voice asked, making me jump. I stayed quiet, hoping that if I did they would think they were just hearing things. "I can hear you breathing," the voice said.
Now that I heard it again, I could tell it was a man. Fear invaded my senses. If someone found out about me they would take me back to that foster home. I don't want to go back there. I can't go back there.
"I won't hurt you. You can come out," the voice said. For some reason I felt like I could trust this person, so I did what he said. I walked closer to light and it was then that I realized there were cells down here. That's weird, why would there be cells down here? "Well, what's a young thing like you doing down here," the man asked.
I could see him now. He had brown hair and deep brown eyes. Even though it was dark I could still see that. What was odd about him was that he was in one of the cells. Why would he be in a cell?
'Maybe he's a criminal' I thought to myself. No, that's not right. If he was a criminal he would be at a jail not a college campus. "Why are you in a cell? Are you dangerous?" I asked him. "No," he said.
That was a lie. I could always tell when someone lied to me. "Liar," I said. "What makes you think I'm lying to you?" he asked, curious. "I can always tell when someone lies to me," I explained.
"Isn't that a neat little trick," he said with a smirk. "It comes in handy, yeah," I said. "You've got quite the mouth on you. Who are you?" he asked. "Who are you?" I countered. "I asked you first," he said.
"I asked you second," I shot back. He smirked at me. "My name's Lorenzo, but most people call me Enzo," he said, sticking his hand out for me to shake. "I'm Freya," I said, taking his hand. When I touched him I felt something dark. Like death.
"Vampire," I whispered, taking my hand back. "You're a little young too know about vampires," Enzo said, holding onto the bars of the cell. "I may be young, but I know about a lot of things," I said. "I may be a vampire, but I'm not going to hurt you. I would never hurt a child," he said, looking at me with soft eyes. I stayed quiet, not knowing if I should believe him.
Despite knowing what he is and what he's capable of, my instincts were telling me I could trust him. "How old are you anyway," he asked, breaking the silence. "I'm nine years old. Today's my birthday actually," I answered. "Well, happy birthday, Freya," he said, smiling at me. "Thanks," I said, giving him a small smile.
"Do you mind if I call you Faye?" he asked. I thought about it for a moment. It wasn't too different from my name. "Sure," I said, smiling at him. "Can I ask what you're doing down here?"
"I was trying to find a place to sleep for the night," I answered. "Don't you have a home?' he asked. I shook my head 'no'. "I guess you can sleep here," he said. "I have to be up before anyone gets here," I said.
He nodded in understanding. "I'll be sure to wake you up," he said. I sat down on the floor against the wall across from his cell. "What are you doing here?" I asked, curiously. "Long story for another time," he said.
I'm actually kind of glad he said that because I was already drifting off to sleep. "Good night, Faye." Was the last thing I heard before I was asleep.
(Flashback Over)
"That's how you know Enzo?" Damon asked. "That was the first time we met," Enzo said, smiling at me. "It was hardly the last time I saw you though," I said, smiling back. "You saw him again after that?" Damon asked. "That was only the beginning of the story between Enzo and I," I said to Damon.