He opens his eyes and takes in her entire revelation. How her breasts are moving up and down in time with her movements. How her agitated breath sounds. How it feels to be inside her. At the same time as he puts his lips against her throat, she picks up the pace. Enzo can't hold back anymore and his face changes and shows his vampire features. He's just about to sink his teeth into her delicate neck, when he feels a hand slowly caressing his cheek...

He wakes up confused and looks around the room. To his surprise the owner of the caressing hand is Damon Salvatore.

"Who are you dreaming about? Judging by your moaning it was x-rated. Was it Caroline? I think you have a shot with that one. She has a thing for men with British accents and dodgy moral, you know."

"Damon Salvatore. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Enzo answers sarcastically with a yawn. Damon lifts up a empty bottle of whiskey.

"Looks like you had a party last night. Why wasn't I invited? I thought we were friends!"

"Why are you here, Damon?"

"Wanting to catch up with an old friend isn't enough? Well all right, mommy dearest is on her way to revive som dude named Julian from the dead. Know anything about this?"

"Never heard of him."

Lola stretches out in her bed and almost blushes thinking about the steamy dream she had this night. Why was she dreaming about that annoying vampire from yesterday? Sure he was hot - very hot - and she did have a little thing for British accents. But mostly he was drunk and not to forget, trying to eat her. And there was no time to think about men, her coven had sent her here on a mission and she was not going to waste a moment.

She gets out of bed and puts on some clothes. The sun is shining, so she decides to take her work outside. She sits down on a bench and starts working on her spell. She is deep in her own thoughts when someone gently taps her on the shoulder.

"Hello love!"

She slams the book she has been reading, lifts her hand and says the first words of a spell to protect her. He takes a step back and lifts his hands in surrender.

"No, need for that. I just wanted to apologize for ... well... ergh... trying to ... ehm... taste you yesterday."

For the second time today she almost blushes thinking about the things she did to him in her dreams. And the thing he did to her... She looks at him skeptically.

"I was drunk as hell, I didn't know you were a witch and it won't happen again." He continues.

"So now that you know that I can kick your ass, you won't attack me again? So generous of you..."

"Not so sure of the asskicking, sweetheart. I was very drunk, remember? I can put up a better fight than that."

"I recall having you pressed up against a wall about to beg for mercy..."

"The apology is sincere. No need to dream nightmares about me. If you are going to dream about me, I can think of nicer things to dream about."

He winks at her and walks away. Now she really is blushing. He couldn't possibly know, could he?