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Enzo (enzovamp) wrote in portland_logs,
@ 2014-04-29 01:23:00

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enzo, rebekah mikaelson

Who: Enzo & Rebekah Mikaelson
Where: A motel on the outskirts of Portland
When: Tuesday Night
What: Enzo's judgement and punishment
Status: Closed/Complete
Warnings: Definite language and probably some violence too.

Despite his friend's request, Enzo had refused to rejoin Damon and Katherine at the house, knowing full well that whatever retribution came, it would come through them to get to him. He'd hurt enough people already without dragging them through the mud, so he chose to stay away. Far from town, taking Amy's advice, wherever possible. She'd kept him sane throughout this, though holding him entirely accountable for his actions at every turn. He'd rarely met anyone more willing to call him on his bullshit than her and, perhaps surprisingly, he appreciated it. He only wished they would have a chance to get to know one another better but Enzo suspected it wasn't to be.

He had learned never to stay in the same place for more than a night - two at the outside, but that had only been during the heavy weather when he'd been reasonably sure the hunters would be snowed in. Still, that didn't allow him to sleep easily, and his meagre belongings were packed ready to bolt for the door should he be required to do so.

Tonight he crossed the border out of Portland as night fell and heard the timer beep on his phone, starting the twenty-four hour countdown until he would wake up back in Holly's care, if he didn't cross back in time. Enzo had yet to miss the deadline, knowing that the hospital would be the most obvious place for any hunter to stake out in search of an errant runaway. Damon had been good to him, transferring funds into his accounts from the club's profits, presumably, which allowed him the freedom to keep moving. It was a tentative freedom, he knew, as he headed towards a motel he'd scouted out the previous day and filled out the forms that would allow him a room for the night and then made his way to the roadhouse bar attached to the building.

Perhaps on another night he might have taken up the offers made to him by scantily clad ladies, or gentlemen, but this night he felt a cloud hanging over him. Perhaps it had just been his conversation with Amy or maybe it was a sense of danger getting closer. Either way, he decided to settle into a booth with a drink. It would settle his nerves before he turned in for the night.

Enzo was sipping his third drink when the door opened and a figure drifted into the bar. He should have known, really, after all Stefan was dating the Original, wasn't he? He really did want him out of Damon's life, one way or another. He stood and walked to the bar, "get the lady a drink," he told the barman, sliding a hundred dollar bill towards him. If it was to be the last drink he bought then he ought to tip well, at the very least. "So, Rebekah, we meet at last. If I'd known it would be you that came for me I might not have spent so much time running."

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buffythevampire
2014-04-29 05:59 pm UTC (link)

Over the past two and a half weeks, Rebekah had barely had a moment to herself. Helping Santana through her transition had taken every bit of her energy, most notably during the strangely out of character snowstorm Portland had endured in the last week. Quinn had been forced to remain in their home, and Santana's blood lust had turned her on the blonde girl more times than Rebekah would have liked. She couldn't even count the number of times she had been forced to rip Santana from Quinn's throat or the number of times she'd seen Quinn terrified, cowering away from the girl she loved as if she was a terrifying monster. Truth be told, she was. She was no longer the ultimately harmless human with a razor-sharp wit and a talent for taking people down a notch. A part of her was a bloodthirsty, uncontrolled monster.

Deep down inside though, she was still the person Rebekah had come to care for and the person all of her friends were so concerned about. Rebekah did everything she could to keep Santana grounded. Every time she'd slip, she would force her to drink from blood bags. She had done everything she could to keep her away from Quinn, but time and again, she would find her and drink from her. She'd tried to explain to Rebekah before that Quinn's blood seemed different, and it hadn't taken Rebekah long to pick up on what she was saying. She had never tasted Quinn's blood herself, but the scent of it lingered in the air when Santana drank from her, and she was right. There was something different, something indescribable that even Rebekah and Elijah, with their years and years of experience, couldn't fully identify.

When the snowstorm ended, she had finally been forced to move Santana elsewhere and send Quinn on her way. Niklaus had graciously (and a bit strangely) offered Rebekah and Santana a room each in his home, an offer she had accepted, albeit reluctantly. Rebekah loved her brother wholeheartedly, but she had a very difficult time trusting him. Time and time again, he had let her down and proved what a monster he was. He acted so persecuted when he did something awful, as if what he was had been forced on him. But, in Rebekah's experience, he did little to change, little to refute claims that he was a horrible monster. During his time in Portland, however, they had been becoming reacquainted, little by little, and Rebekah had decided to take a chance, despite both Stefan and Elijah's doubts and warnings. Nik could help, couldn't he? His ways were a bit more barbaric, but he could certainly help control a newly awakened vampire. Of course, Santana had been under his care not half an hour and she had gone off and fed on someone else. Her other girlfriend, another blonde named Dani. She had apparently stopped short of killing the girl and accidentally wiped her memory of the incident before hiding out in the office at the Teardrop Lounge. Rebekah had thrown a fit over it and threatened to leave, but she knew, ultimately, staying with Niklaus was the best option. She clearly could not handle Santana on her own.

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buffythevampire
2014-04-29 06:00 pm UTC (link)

It was the message she received on the network from Santana's friend Blaine that had sparked her pursuit of Enzo, the vampire who had drained Santana in front of Quinn that night down by the river. Santana's friends were frightened and angry, and they wanted Santana's killer off the streets. Although Rebekah could do little to assure them that Santana was the same person she'd once been, underneath the thirst for blood and new abilities that came with being turned, she could do this. She could end the vampire who had been moronic enough to believe the death of another one of the wormhole's refugees would go unnoticed. With Stefan's blessing and his idiot brother safely ensconced in his home with Katerina, Rebekah had had a talk with Niklaus, asking him to please, for the evening, watch Santana, and left to find this dark-haired, British vampire and be rid of him.

She assumed he was not stupid enough to stay in town after the hunters had been informed of what he'd done, and she was correct. After a short time, she'd managed to pick up his trail and she silently followed him as he crossed the border out of Portland. Her phone beeped, the timer counting down her twenty-four hours starting up as she followed after him. She stayed still, waiting a bit before she stepped inside the roadside bar he had adjourned to after he'd checked into the adjoined motel. She wasn't at the bar thirty seconds when he approached her, and she turned to look at him. He was attractive, she couldn't deny that, but she wasn't concerned with that. She was angry. He had killed one of her friends, and she didn't like that one bit. It had been pure dumb luck that her blood had still been in Santana's system. If not, she would be dead, and there was no way he would have escaped for as long as he had.

"Flattery. Interesting tactic. How long do you suppose I'll let you survive if you compliment me?" she questioned him, raising her eyebrows. She would let him try to talk his way out of this for a few minutes, if only for her own amusement, but she thought they both knew his time was almost up.

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enzovamp
2014-04-30 12:01 am UTC (link)

He slid the drink over to Rebekah as the bar tender took his money and scuttled away, sensing trouble. It was a sixth sense all good bar workers learned fast. Enzo suspected he was trying to figure the blonde out every bit as much as he was, though he almost certainly would walk out of this place alive. The vampire wasn't so sure of his own fate. He'd learnt more about his victim over the network than he had been aware of prior to her turning and it wasn't hard to work out why the Original was here. Still, it didn't hurt to play along...

"I have absolutely no idea," Enzo answered, "but it's compliments you came here for, I'm sure I can accommodate you." He took a drink from his glass pondering his predicament. There was little point in trying to run; Rebekah had the edge on him in every possible way and something told him his gift of the gab wasn't going to impress the ancient vampire. He hated to admit it, but there was only one thing left and that was honesty.

"I didn't know," Enzo said softly, "that she'd come through the wormhole. Or that she was yours." He took a deep breath before continuing, making sure that they weren't overheard by the stragglers dotted around the bar. "I fucked up royally, for all of us, and whatever happens here tonight I accept my fate fully. If I thought complimenting your truly epic assets were the way to dig myself out of this hole, I'd do it without a second thought, but I would rather not stoop to flattery and begging, if that's all the same to you." He faced Rebekah and dipped his head in deference. "I won't fight you, not because I owe you, but because I promised a certain redhead I adore that I wouldn't hurt anyone else." Enzo met the vampire's gaze, "tell Amy I went quietly, if you see fit to do so." He flashed Rebekah a wry smirk, "Seventy years as a science experiment and the world comes crashing down because I killed the wrong girl!"

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buffythevampire
2014-05-02 05:17 pm UTC (link)

Rebekah stood still and silent as Enzo began to explain himself. She didn't touch the drink he'd set before her. She wasn't here for a drink. She was here for one reason and one reason alone: to rid this place of a murderous vampire who was putting their kind in danger. What he'd done could easily have ignited a war between the hunters and the vampires if she hadn't stepped in and put a temporary agreement in place. They had already come after herself and her brothers once thanks to the little hunter, Allison, and ordered them to stop feeding from humans immediately or else. The last thing they needed to deal with were angry hunters, so she'd kept her feedings discreet from then on. She mostly stayed with the blood bags she picked up for herself and Elijah, but she liked a bit from the vein now and then. She just made sure she wasn't caught again. And this sad excuse for a vampire was putting her in danger again. Wasn't it bad enough she and Elijah had Niklaus to contend with? Did they really need another nuisance running free?

Despite her determination to remain indifferent to his little speech, Rebekah had always been the weak one, as her brothers never hesitated to remind her. She loved too easily, she forgave too easily, and a very, vulnerable human side of her remained, even if she kept it as buried as possible. She had come here tonight, fully prepared to end him. She knew she had him beat by quite a stretch, and he was doomed from the very start. However, as he spoke, she felt a pang of pity for him. Ordinarily, she might think he was saying whatever it was he thought she'd like to hear so she might spare him, but for some reason, she felt he was sincere. Perhaps it was the human girl he mentioned, this girl he adored. Rebekah could relate to that. Despite her relationship with Stefan, she still felt Matt's absence acutely. Many humans had touched her heart over the years, but none quite like he had.

Nonetheless, she kept her game face on when she spoke to him. "She was mine. She is mine. And if it hadn't been for an accident earlier in the day, she would have been dead, and you would not still be standing here. You would have been dead the next day. You should consider yourself lucky for the time you've been given."

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enzovamp
2014-05-02 11:47 pm UTC (link)

He couldn't begin to imagine what Rebekah was thinking, but Enzo knew enough about the Original Family to know they'd bathed in plenty of blood themselves. Her brother was a one-man reign of terror, though now probably wasn't the moment to bring up Nikalaus' indiscretions. Besides which he'd rather not die thinking about the family of the woman about to kill him.

Finishing off his drink and reaching for hers - if she wasn't going to take it, rather he have a last enjoyment than waste a perfectly good drink - Enzo thought, instead, of Damon. The one truly good thing he'd done in the last seventy years. Their friendship might have been forged due to their shared inability to escape the grasp of the Augustines, but it was the one thing he could cling onto. No matter what he'd done; no matter where he was, Damon would always think fondly of him. He might not always have done the same, having spent so many years believing that he'd been abandoned, but his time in Portland had given him a chance to see the real man. Damon was happy, at last, and at peace with his lot in the world. Although Enzo would have put money on him tearing himself to pieces over Elena for the rest of time he had found, in Katherine, a real match. The two of them may not have always seen eye to eye, to say the least, but he knew that she was what his friend needed and when he was gone, she'd support him. He could be at peace knowing that Damon would move on and make a life without him.

Rebekah's voice snapped him out of his remembrances. "I understand the situation," Enzo said softly, "and though it would be disingenuous to say that I regret my actions, I am sorry for the damage I caused the community here." He wasn't going to squirm and twist on the vampire's line, however much he wanted to live. Perhaps if he begged she might show some semblance of compassion, but he'd always been honest about who and what he was. He wasn't a monster, but he'd endured monstrous things. Did he know how to live in a civilized society? Probably not, though his relationships with Damon and Amy had forced him to care again. Perhaps, had he had time, he would have learned to be better. "How is the girl - Santana?" he looked up, meeting Rebekah's eyes. "Is she well? I can't think of a better mentor than an Original," he said, without flattery or respect. "I hope she lives a longer, happier life than me, though I'm sure you'll make sure she is well provided for."

Enzo set down his now empty glass. "I'm worried about Damon," his voice finally breaking with emotion, despite his best effort to hold it back. "Find some way, any way, to make him understand that this couldn't be avoided. That he could never have changed the out-come, whether I'd stayed at home in Portland or taken him with me. He will blame himself," and he was sure Rebekah was aware what could happen when Damon became self-destructive. What Enzo had done here would be nothing by comparison. "If I beg anything of you, it's that you let Damon know I love him better than any brother ever could and that it's been a bloody privilege knowing him."

He took a deep breath and walked towards towards the bar doors, knowing that Rebekah would follow. She would want privacy for this next part. The bar patrons seemed to heave an collective sigh of relief as Enzo exited. If only they knew. He moved away from the door, into the shadows, and turned. "Shall we do this, then?" he said standing tall. He wasn't afraid - the Augustines had drilled that out of him years ago. He was sorry, however. Perhaps not for ending a single human life, but for the tension and hostility it had caused his friends. He did owe one apology, though, he realised as he stood facing his death. "Tell Quinn... tell her I'm sorry. No one should be forced to watch their lover killed," his voice was barely a whisper. Then he nodded. Think happy thoughts. Damon; Amy; even Katherine, but mostly Maggie - always her!

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buffythevampire
2014-05-05 09:29 pm UTC (link)

"Santana is fine," Rebekah replied briskly. Of course he would ask about her now, out of some strange obligation. He was standing at death's door, and he was trying to make himself as pitiful as possible. Whether this was a conscious decision or not, Rebekah wasn't sure, but he was certainly wearing on her nerves with this act. Killing him was going to be even more of a pleasure than she'd initially anticipated.

His talk of Damon made her literally sigh with annoyance. Damon was, as far as she was concerned, yet another nuisance. Enzo's concern for him was not touching, although he certainly seemed to have worked himself up over the whole thing. She knew he was right - she couldn't deny that. Damon had a habit of losing his mind when someone he cared for died. But if he tried to get up to his old tricks, Rebekah would have no problem granting him the same fate as his friend here. Well, one problem, perhaps. Stefan. But that was neither here nor there. "I will soothe Damon's fragile feelings," she replied with a roll of her eyes, although she had zero intention of doing just that. That was what this pathetic, human version of Katerina was there for.

She was a bit surprised at how easily he surrendered himself, even leading the way out of the bar to grant them a bit of privacy. She let him speak his final words, and in a blur of speed, she had him pinned to the brick wall by his throat. But he just looked so utterly pathetic, so pitiful. While anything she'd felt for him had passed as quickly as it had come, she was beginning to see that he simply didn't deserve to die. She would much prefer to torture him in her own unique way.

"You know, I think I'd much rather see you suffer," she said, tilting her head and meeting his eyes. "You will not feed from any denizen of Portland. You will not kill any denizen of Portland. If you attempt to, you will feel a great amount of physical pain. This is your second chance, Enzo. If you do anything the hunters deem unseemly from this point on, I will not step in and take control of the situation myself. I will let them kill you. I might even come watch, for my own amusement." She pulled away, releasing him from her grasp and watching as her compulsion took effect, a smug smile spreading across her lips. "Now, go on home to your dear lover boy Damon, and tell him not to cry. I hope we won't have any similar run-ins in the future."

Before he could speak a word, she sped out of his eyesight until she'd come to her car. Her job here was finished.

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