“You have no idea.” It was always something when it came to that town. Or more like it was always something when it came to Stefan and co. And Enzo always somehow got sucked right into it all. At the moment he didn’t want to go back. Not after what Bonnie had told him. Lily was dead. Those words still haunted him whenever he was alone and his mind wandered.
“White witch?” he asked, eyebrow raised. “And here I thought a witch was a witch was a witch.” He didn’t know there were different names for them. He knew there were different types of magic they could use, but that was back at home. “Well, now you know. I need blood, daily.” Not that Gretel needed to concern herself with it all. He had Bonnie. He’ll also have others to feed on if they ever ended up in a population full of humans.
Enzo saw that look. She didn’t seem very trilled at what he had said. “I’m not taking a lot. I’m taking enough.” He gave a slight shake of his head. “You don’t have to tell me.” He knew how it all worked. He’d been a vampire long enough to know how much a person could lose before it killed them. “Let me guess, he’s the one who turns into a blood thirsty monster when he doesn’t get fed.” It was a guess. Probably a pretty good one.
He leaned forward, eyes on Gretel. “Does it really matter who is feeding me?” He honestly didn’t see why that was important. “It’s voluntary. That’s all you need to know.”