Surprising Lover (TVDxOC) (Complete)

Never Let Me Go

Grace has awakened in the boarding house cellar to find that she's in a wooden chair, where Enzo, wearing thick gloves, is binding her wrists and ankles to the arms and legs of the chair with vervain and witchherbs-soaked ropes.
"Sorry, love. It will only hurt for a second."
He grabs another soaked rope from the bucket and wraps it around her wrists, and Grace groans in pain.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Someone killed Malcolm. Lily need to retaliate."
"Strange. You don't look like Lily."
"[sarcastically] Yeah, well, it's all in the lighting, darling. Look, be happy I'm the one who grabbed you. I don't want to think what would happen if the others did. I am the closest thing you have as a friend in here."
"Well fun tip, friends don't really like being tied up with vervain and witchherbs ropes!"
"Hush now, deep breath."
Enzo finishes tying her up, and she hisses as it burns her skin.
"There you are."
Enzo turns to leave, and Grace, panting for breath, calls out after him.
"Enzo, please! This hurts really, really bad."
Grace's eyes are full of tears, and she bites her lips from pain. Despite his actions, it's clear he feels bad, and after a moment, he turns back toward her.
"Oh God, I hate whiners."
Enzo kneels down and loosens the ropes that connect her wrists and keep them bound to the arms. Grace's panting stops, and she starts to scowl at him, causing Enzo to realize she tricked him, though not quickly enough to stop her. Breaks out of her restraints and uses the vervain rope to choke Enzo before head-butting him so hard he falls onto the floor. Once he's down, she quickly flips backward, breaking the wooden chair into pieces. She quickly hops to her feet, grabbing one of the broken chair legs to use as a makeshift stake.
"[mockingly] Now... deep breath!"
She stabs him in the thigh with the stake and vamp-speeds upstairs. However, before she can reach the door, she is blocked by Mary Louise.
"Leaving so soon?"
Grace grimaces and turns to vamp-speed in the opposite direction, only to be blocked by Nora.
"I'm wearing your jacket! Though, it's a little large on me..."
Just then, Enzo appears in the doorway, looking annoyed.
"It's all right, you two. I've got her."
"Do you? Because it certainly doesn't look like it. What's that expression? 'Finders keepers?'"
Mary Louise mouths an unintelligible spell and flicks her wrist, which magically causes Grace to be knocked unconscious and fall onto the floor.

Grace wakes up in one of the bedrooms to find that she's suspended painfully from the ceiling from her wrists, which have been chained together and to the rafters. She looks around the room and sees Mary Louise sitting at one of the desks in front of her, putting on makeup in a small magnifying mirror.
"Ughhh, what did you do to me?"
"What Lorenzo should have done-- vervain and witchherbs."
"Oh, it hurts."
"[nods] Yes. My family ran a slaughterhouse when I was growing up. It was all well and good until the found out I was a Siphoner freak of nature. Then, they were more than happy to hang me with the cattle."
Mary Louise smiles fakely at her.
"So, been there, sister. Just be happy I didn't hang you by your feet like we do with the cows."
"[frustrated] What do you want from me?"
Mary Louise finally turns in her chair to face her.
"We have a burial to go to. My girlfriend thinks her outfit has to be fashion-forward. I disagree. What do you think?"
She turns and calls out toward the bedroom door.
"Nora, show us!"
Grace looks panicked and sways by her arms as she looks around.
"Help us, and perhaps I can find a small stool for you to stand on."
Nora calls out from outside the room.
"I feel silly."
Mary Louise stands to her feet.
"I'm sure you're beautiful, my love."
"Nobody wears this anymore!"
"You wore that dress to Queen Victoria's funeral! It's stunning!"
Just then, Nora comes in wearing a full-length, long-sleeved black funeral gown that looks as though it's from the turn of the 20th century. She also has a black hat perched on her head, and she looks very self-conscious as she walks over to the full-length mirror to see how she looks. Grace, unable to help herself, snickers quietly, and Nora looks over at her, visibly mortified. Mary Louise looks back at Grace as well, clearly unhappy with her reaction.
"[to Mary Louise] See?"
Near tears, Nora stomps out of the room, and Mary Louise sighs before turning to glare at Grace, who is trying to keep from laughing. Mary Loouise picks up an eyeliner pencil from the vanity and storms over to her.
"[angrily] I asked for advice, not mockery!"
"[weakly] Yeah, well, you should listen to your girlfriend, because that dress...?"
Grace, realizing she's only getting herself into more trouble, sighs.
"Look, my best friend used to live here. She had good style, and I'm sure that a couple of her dresses are in a closet somewhere."
Mary Louise, only mildly satisfied, holds up the eyeliner.
"I'm curious-- what do you think of this color?"
Grace tries her best to be nice while covering up her concern.
"It's great, actually. Super vivid. It'll totally make your eyes pop."
Mary Louise takes the pencil and holds the extra-sharp point only centimeters from Grace's eye.
"Do you think it'll make your eyes pop?"
Grace holds as still as she possibly can and tries to prepare herself for an imminent injury. When she pulls the pencil away, Grace sighs in relief and relaxes slightly.
"[coldly] If you ever embarrass my girlfriend again--"
Mary Louise angrily stabs Grace in the shoulder with the pencil, and she screams in pain.
"AHHHH!"