Chapter 3
Dear Elena,
It was a big big world, but we thought we were bigger
Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker
By eleven smoking herb and drinking burning liquor
Never rich so we were out to make that steady figure
-Lucas Graham
Ok, Enzo's life is a officially by far the most jacked up thing I've ever heard of. You know that story about Oliver Twist; it's like that just 100…no 1000 times worse. I wrote to you three days ago, that's because it took Enzo three days to get over whatever the hell it was the spooked him. I mean I know now what it is…let me just start from the beginning.
I wasn't sitting by the fireplace like I would've on a normal day; I had now moved my research to the table. It was easier and nicer to work at than working at the couch. It was less comfortable but it reminded me what it was like in college…or what it should've been like. Obviously before I dropped out. Anyway, there I was sitting and looking more into the founders of the Amory, only because the likelihood of them knowing about why they need me would perhaps help me in this process of figuring crap out. It was in one box labeled 1800s that I found some things I didn't think I had the right to look at. I did anyway.
All these were files of people who worked at the Amory during this decade. It wasn't a lot considering the time but the Amory did only start late 1800. There were birth certificates, pictures, and death certificates…anything you could think off regarding a person. It was there. I lifted Dalton's files and looked through it. Date of birth was there and Date of Death. Even the cause of death.
Patient hung himself from a noose hanging in his own bathroom (1885). Person to find him was three year old son, Albany. D St. John.
I looked in the file for Kaine but found two files…I did find Albany's file but next to it was another file. A thicker file. Adrian. L St. John. I slowly opened the file and the first heading that came up was, "The Original Founder of the Amory". I began to scan through the description:
A. L St John was the original founder of the Amory. He started the organisations at the mere age of 24 (1869) when it was told that Adrian saw a vampire with his own eyes in New Orleans. He claimed to have been attacked by one. It was there that Adrian discovered ancient herbs such as Wolf Baine, Sage and Vervain.
Adrian captured his first vampire at the age of 26 around the same age his brother, Dalton (then 17) shadowed his brother in capturing vampires and other mystical creatures. It was Adrian who brought in many Native American preserved bodies from New Orleans. He later discovered that it is the lives linked to Rayna Cruz, the Huntress. Other objects Adrian enquired during his time include: The Mask of Aphrodite, Necklace of Doom, The Vault, a mystical object known as Witches love, The Bomyman Device, Split a soul and many more. Many devices, Adrian admitted in his time to stealing from a small family in New Orleans known as the O'Connell's.
At this age, Adrian had already been married to an Ariel Abells, a nobleman's daughter who was only seventeen at the time. Rumors flooded during their marriage that Adrian had an affair with an Harlot notably known as Bianca. It was in 1876 where Bianca claimed that she was with child, Adrian St John's child. After the child was born, the Harlot attempted to find way to make the family pay child support for her child. The court released an interdict against the Harlot. Though the court case did not continue as the Harlot was found in 1881 in a room dead. Speculation rose that same year that Adrian and his wife has something to do with the murder of the young harlot. It was in the December of 1881 that Adrian went to bed one night next to his wife and never woke up.
Ariel went onto marrying Dalton two months later and they had a son named him Albany Dalton St James. The Harlot's child was never to be seen again.
How bad is that story Elena, it's literally worse than your love triangle. No offence. I picked up another founders picture that was taken in 1882 (Since Enzo ran off with the other picture), a year after Adrian's death, and looked at the familiarity beauty that was Ariel St John. It was then that I realized that she looked familiar because she looked like her great granddaughter that bitch Alex. I looked at Ariel St Johns files…she died in 1884, someone murdered her. She was found hanging like a piece of meat (from her feet) with her neck split open. Brutal. Albany seemed to survive this whole escapade because the minute he reached the age of 21…he took over the Amory. And obviously met some woman, married her and long story short now we have Alex…but Alex has sisters… that should come in handy right Elena? I think so.
I continued to look at the picture stroking the picture of Dalton and Ariel when I heard the door click open. I turned to watch Enzo walk in. He walked straight past me without saying a word and walked to the kitchen.
"Hello to you too?" I snapped at him. He continued to ignore me, "Hello? I'm talking to you?"
"I heard you," He said as he switched on the kettle, "I'm just choosing to pretend I didn't."
"You're ignoring me?" I look at him in utter disbelief, "Uh why?"
"Since when do you care if I'm talking to you or not," Enzo looked at me, "I'm pretty sure that the top 5 things on your set ground rules to live here was that 'Enzo should not speak to Bonnie.' Or am I just paraphrasing love?"
"Don't love me." I spit at him and watch as he makes himself a cup of tea, "Thanks for making me one."
He glares at me, "I'm not doing this right now. I have a lot on my mind." He says and walks past the table and looks at the picture I was looking at, "There are two copies?"
"Yeah," I sigh, "Since you're here, maybe you could shed some light on this topic."
"I'm not shedding any light on any Bonnie," he snaps at me, "In fact why are you even looking at this. It's irrelevant to you. You weren't even born yet?"
"What is your problem, Enzo?" I snap back at him, "You wanted my help, and I'm giving it to you."
"It bothers me that you've sat here for almost a month and no progress has been made." Enzo now edges closer and I edge back. I'm not about to take a chance with a vampire, especially when I don't have my magic.
"It's a process," I say to him, "These things take time. Especially if I'm to understand your messed up family…I have to unpack."
"Oh look at you college girl," He says sarcastically, "There's nothing from the 1800s that could possibly help you. I would know!" He then slams his tea on the table and smashes the mug all over the table. I quickly walk over to the table and try to retrieve any documents that may have been affected by his blow out. That's when I see the single words: 1876 where Bianca claimed that she was with child…
I turn to look at Enzo who is staring at me, "What?"
"Enzo," I say gently, "How old are you?"
He looks at me with a more gentle expression. Like he knows what I'm implying. He sighs, "It's a good story huh. They called her by her name once. The rest of the time they called her a Harlot."
I swallow hard as he lifts up the paper and reads it, "I read this file while you were sleeping," He explains, "They didn't even give the child some sort of identity. They just referred to it as the child. I suppose it didn't deserve an identity."
"You know the child?" I look at him with wide eyes waiting for him to say what we all already know.
"Better than you think." He looks at me, "Actually…you're looking at him."
I didn't see that coming but I should've. He walked out the door after that Elena, mostly because I didn't know what to say.
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