• A tale of love, pain and hope •
Mikaela Lockwood is the younger sister of Tyler Lockwood, and a recently-turned Hybrid. After being turned by Klaus, she becomes sired to him, and kills dozens of people. Her family send her to the 1994 Prison World...
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(Off-topic but Enzo's face in this gif makes me scream!💀😭)
Enzo's POV
It was the morning after Kai and Damon had travelled to the 1903 Prison World in an attempt to get Lily out.
I hadn't heard from either of them, neither had Caroline. At first, we grew concerned, before deciding that they were probably just getting Lily settled in so that they could go ahead with the next step in the plan.
I'd stayed out most of the night, before visiting Bonnie for breakfast earlier this morning. She had a few classes today so I wouldn't get to see much of her, meaning a quick breakfast date at the diner would have to be the best we could do for now.
After taking her back to her dorm, Caroline stopped me just as I was leaving. She'd asked if I was going back to the Boarding House, to which I'd said, "yes", to which she'd asked if she could tag along.
Our lack of contact from neither Kai nor Damon was filling us with dread that we were struggling to overcome. So, finally giving up on waiting for them to come to us, we decided it would be easier to just go to them.
"Well?" I asked as we entered the Boarding House, noticing Damon sitting near the fireplace with a glass of bourbon in his hand. "Did you get her out?"
He didn't turn to acknowledge our arrival. Instead, he nodded slowly. "Mhm," was all he said before taking a sip of his drink.
"That's great!" Caroline cheered from beside me. "Now all we need to do is find Stefan and let the humanity switch dominoes take place!"
"Yup," Damon stated quietly.
"Alright, mate, you're never this brooding - that's your brother's job," I commented teasingly in an attempt to mask my anxiety. "What's wrong?"
Damon shrugged. "We hit a little... snag, on the way home..."
Caroline stiffened. "What happened?"
Refusing to say anything, Damon dropped his head, glaring at the floor.
"Damon?" I persisted. "What snag?" I scanned the room, confused as to why he was miserably drinking alone, especially since they'd managed to do what they'd hoped for - getting his mother out.
What could have possibly gone so wrong?
Finally, with a sigh, Damon got to his feet and slowly turned to face us. His features were solemn, crushed, almost tormented. Like he'd lost all hope and spent the entire night tearing himself apart.
