On My Own (TVD Series)

Till Death Do Us Part

Enzo's POV

"Please, Enzo. Let me out so we can speak like civilized people." Lilian pleaded, standing on the other side of the basement door.

With the cold, dark room behind her, I could hear the sound of her voice ripple in fear as the vervain had begun to leave her system.

"Lily-"

"That's not gonna happen." I heard Stefan's voice.

"I can take it from here, Enzo."

Turning my head to face the corner of the long room, Stefan had walked out from behind the corner, steadily lurking in the dark until he stood under the light above me.

"Can't you see that she's fragile. She should be with people she trusts." I added returning my attention back on Lilian, whose fingers reached out the barred window.

"...I said, I'll take it from here. And besides...I'm sure you have other things to worry about." Stefan sighed, hearing the release of his breath down my arm.

"Don't worry, Lily. I'll come and visit. I promise..." I sighed.

Gazing at my hand as it rests on the door just inches away from Lilian's, I tore myself from the spot in which I stood, keeping my eyes down as I slowly headed up the basement stairs. Hearing the quiet shuffling of her shoes, I hesitantly looked back, seeing Stefan stand in front of her door staring at her as her fingers slipped away from the window. But as I had made it up the stairs, the hot wind from the fireplace had crawled around my ankles, wrapping around them before pulling me to the other side of the door.

Still fighting the urge to return back, I was standing with my back against the door when I noticed the frost on the glass door melting. Slithering down the vast trails of drplets, the other side seemed untouched, completely frozen as the wind blew a bundle of leaves across the floor. With most of the house dimly lit, it was fairly dark outside, a few hours away from midnight to be considered too late to stay but too early to leave. And yet as I found myself leaning my hands on the glass door, I stared past my reflection, releasing out a cloud of heat against the glass. Letting my fingers guide their way down the handle, they trembled, quietly fidgeting with the lock switch until eventually the door slipped open on itself.

With nothing but the moondlight to guide me, it wasn't necessary in this case. My view was clear, and apart from the visible pathway leading me up to the pond, it was her smell that guided my way. The sweet scent of lavender only strengthened as I stepped closer down the path,  with the wind brushing against my cheeks, I faught through until my view of her was only feet away. Blending in with her surroundings, she wore a dark coat, ending right below her knees as I caught a peek of her sweater under her sleeve and neck. Remembering my encounter with a similar brunette from earlier in the day, I was hesitant to reach out, to feel her soft curls wrap around my fingers as I called for her.

"...Hello again." I gasped, holding my breath as her head turned over her shoulder before the rest of her followed.

Trying to keep my eyes on her while fighting the quivering feeling in the pit of my stomach as her eyes slowly gazed up from the middle of my chest through her lashes, until eventually I stared blankly at her. And although the feeling in my stomach continued, I felt it less and less as the seconds ran down, and after she broke her gaze, she stepped off to the side. But in that split second just before she looked away, I saw something that I hadn't seen before. A glimmer of remorse, so to speak. The look that many give when the grace period ends and the sadness begins.

"I doubt you're here to enjoy to view of an empty fountain." She mumbled, letting myself devour the sound of her voice again.

Having taking my place next to her, my eyes still lingered on her side profile but with the anticipation of possibly seeing her smile, I didn't see any of that at all. She was emotionless, staring off into the distance as I tried to read out every twich, flicker, and breath she made. She was different, in a sense. Although she had always been private with her feelings, I was always able to atleast get something out of her, whether that was a smile, a side-eye, or perhaps a nudge. But there was nothing.