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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
2014-05-02 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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