Mystic Falls Loner Club - A Vampire Diaries Fic

Chapter 10: (Trying to) Remember

tw: mentions of blood/injury

"Love, if you can still hear me, I need you to wake up so I can know I haven't killed my entertainment." I slowly blink myself awake and sit up. I'm leaning back against a rounded wall and my back is sore from the stiff surface. I rub my forehead aggressively, feeling the migraine behind my eyes. "What do you want from me?" I ask, voice hoarse from being unconscious for so long.

"I wish to bring pain and suffering to someone close to you. Damon Salvatore." I try hard to keep my face straight and not give anything away. "Why don't you just find him yourself instead of hurting me? He doesn't care about me that much." He chuckles and replies, "I beg to differ." He turns his back to me and walks off of the platform we're on. I lean on the silver table in front of me to try and get up but whatever I'm on starts spinning.

"Who even are you?" I ask, waiting for the spinning to stop. "Lorenzo St. John. But you, love, can call me Enzo." I roll my eyes as I make my way to him and stretch my back. "How generous," I respond, looking around at where we are. I look behind me and see that I was laid down in a teacup. I look in front of me and see a rollercoaster track and an old sign that says 'bumper cars' but all the neon letters are gone and the outline is the only thing left.

"Out of all the places you could've brought me, why an amusement park?" He glances around and answers, "There's no one around for miles so I wouldn't need to tie you up. It would save me money on ropes and keep Damon away for long enough that I'd be able to do whatever I want to you." I reach up to my neck and feel the gashes in my skin. "I think you've proven that point enough." 

My glasses are covered in fingerprints and I take them off, attempting to clean them with my pullover. Enzo looks at me with a curious look in his eye and comments, "You have pretty eyes." I put my glasses back on and look at my khakis. They're covered in dirt and splotches of blood. "Why am I here? You were close enough to Damon to hurt him. So why didn't you?" Enzo sits down on the bench in front of the entrance to the ride.

"I walked into The Grill and sat at a table far from Damon. I didn't want to draw attention to myself so I ordered a drink and minded my business. He was talking to someone at one of the booths, a decent-looking man with chestnut brown hair. He had binders full of papers so I think he's a teacher. But his eyes drifted toward the window and when he saw you walking past. His eyes followed you the whole way around the corner."

I run my tongue over my teeth and bring my hands to my braids, pulling them out of the hair ties. "Hm. So you think Damon's eyes following me, someone he knows, is going to bring him here to save me from the big bad vampire that kidnapped me?" I run my fingers through my braids to pull them over my shoulders. Enzo chuckles and ends up in front of me in a moment. "You didn't see the way he looked at you. His eyes lingered."

I suck my teeth and respond, "Probably because he was wondering why I'm not in school. I promise you there is nothing going on between me and Damon." I take off my pullover and pull up the straps of my tank top, tying it around my waist. I check my pockets for my phone and pull it out. "Good luck getting service out here." Enzo comments, leaning back into the bench and crossing his arms.

I sigh and sit next to him, glancing at my phone. "It's four o'clock?! Shit, I was supposed to meet my cousin and my grandmother. Shit, shit, shit." I click on the call button next to Bonnie's name and pray that it rings. Enzo's eyebrows raise and my leg jiggles up and down as I wait for the ringer. Please, please, please, please, please. I think, closing my eyes. I get up and pace back and forth, rubbing my lips with my thumb. The ringer starts and I feel a weight lift off of my chest.

KJ, where the hell are you? We're worried si-

"Bonnie, I'm gonna be there soon. I pro-"

Before I can finish my sentence, Enzo's in front of me and he crushes my phone in his hand. "Enzo, what the hell? I wasn't going to say anything about you. Did you notice how I said I'll be there soon and didn't mention the fact that I was kidnapped by a crazy ass vampire?" He presses his lips together and says, "I'm sorry, KJ. It was an accident. I was trying to hang up-"

With absolutely no common sense in my brain, I swing my fist and land a right hook on his cheek. I grit my teeth and walk away yelling, "Why me? Why?" Enzo zooms over to me and grabs my arm, turning me back to him. "KJ, I can get you back but you have to trust me." I yank my arm back and reply, "Trust you?! You want me to trust you?! I have a gash on my neck and my sweater is covered in blood because of you! Not to mention you almost killed me a few hours ago. I could never trust you and it's gonna take a hell of a lot of effort for me to even consider it!"

I storm off to the merry-go-round in the distance and sit side-saddle one of the horses. Every bone in my body is aching in pain and my mind is urging me to take my anger out on something. I close my eyes with my jaw clenched, trying to calm myself. After a few moments, I glance over at Enzo in the distance and bore my eyes into his head. The more I focus, the more I feel my headache go away. He bends over, clutching his skull and I focus on him harder. Once he's curled up into a ball, I blink my eyes a few times and look away, rubbing the back of my neck with my palm. What the hell did I just do? I think.

Enzo's still on the ground, clutching his head and groaning. I slowly make my way over to him and tentatively reach to tap his back. Before my hand can touch him, I'm whisked away and thrown into a car seat. From the interior, I know it's Damon's Camaro. I jiggle the door handle and yell, "Damon, let me out! I can help!" He comes back over to the car and wedges a piece of wood against the door and kicks the base into the ground so it stays. "Like hell, I'm gonna let you near Enzo again." I bang on the window as I = watch him speed away.

"Damn it, Damon!" I find myself panting and I feel something warm running down my chest. I move my hand up to my neck and tilt the rearview mirror down, seeing that my neck gashes opened up again. I grimace as I press my hand against it hard as I untie my pullover from my waist and push it against my neck. I can't see anything from where Damon's car is but I see dirt and metal pieces from the abandoned rides flying around so I know Damon and Enzo are getting into it.

I glance around the car's dashboard and cup holders, looking for Damon's phone. "C'mon. C'mon." I mumble, hands feeling under the seats and beneath the glove compartment. When it pops open, a few blood bags pop out along with some stakes and a few pictures. Still holding my pullover to my neck, I reach down to look at a few of the pictures. Most of them are of Damon over the decades and more recently. The last picture is folded up into a small square and I unfold it.

It's an old picture of me. My hair is pulled up into the puff I used to wear a lot and I was wearing a fitted crochet top. A hint of my torso is showing in the bottom left-hand corner of the picture and I run my finger over the picture's smooth surface. I was reading what looks like Everything, Everything, and I have a small smile as I stared down at the pages. I was sitting at a long table in the library. But it's not the one here in Mystic Falls, it's the library back home in Boston.

Damon knew me before I came here. No, I knew Damon before I came here. But how? I think. I flip the picture over and look at the small writing in the upper right-hand corner. Reading again. 6/23. I think back to what my mental health was like in June but I'm drawing a blank. As a matter of fact, I can't remember much of anything before I was in the hospital. Bits and pieces but it feels like major events are missing. What the hell is going on? I wonder before everything starts to blur out.