One shots/Imagines

3. Enzo

author: imagines-all-day-everyday

Requested by anonymous:

"Hi, please could I request an Enzo from TVD oneshot where the reader was in Augustine with him after Damon and he leaves without her then comes back to rescue her and it's fluffy at the end? Thanks!"

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, mild violence

Notes: My details on how Enzo leaves might not be 100% accurate sorry not sorry (it's been ages since I've watched TVD) :')

January 12th 1959 - Whitmore House Basement

Drip.

"Where did you pick this one up?"

Drip.

"Martin and his team have been tracking her for the last two weeks ever since they suspected a vampire had moved in close by to the college. They found her feeding on a sorority girl last night and drugged her before she could escape."

Drip.

*yn*'s eyes fluttered, the unfamiliar voices growing louder as she stirred.

"It was about time we got some new subjects in, the others are practically numb to the experiments and I rather miss making them scream."

Drip.

*yn* rubbed at her eyes as her vision began to clear before clutching at her head as a throbbing pain made itself aware to her. She raised her head slightly off the concrete and shifted it around as she looked around at her surroundings. She was in a musty, old and damp basement. She located the dripping sound in the shape of a leaking pipe in the corner. She swivelled her head to the left and saw that bars made up the entire front wall.

She was in a cell.

Bile rose up in her throat as the memories of last night came flooding back to her. She had been craving blood all day and had finally caved when she'd stumbled upon a girl from campus, she had planned to simply compel her to forget it when hands had grabbed her shoulders and she felt a stabbing pain in her neck. After that everything had gone black.

"Well it is what they deserve. Don't worry sir, I'll make sure a close eye is kept on it so we don't have a repeat of last years incident." One of the voices spoke which snapped *yn* out of her thoughts.

"What have I told you about mentioning that event Robert." The other voice answered in a clipped tone.

"Right, sorry Sir."

*yn* attempted to pull herself up to her feet but her legs quickly buckled underneath her. Whatever these people had drugged her with clearly hadn't fully left her system yet.

Wordlessly she shuffled over to the cell bars and began to pull at them in an attempt to break them apart. Her desperation grew when the bars didn't move an inch. She was a vampire, she should be able to break these without breaking a sweat. She cursed under her breath before frantically shaking at the metal rods. She had to get out of here.

"It seems that the new subject is already awake." One of the voice mused before the sound of footsteps approaching echoed in her ears.

"Who the hell are you? What do you want from me?" *yn* spat, her movements stilling when two older men in suits appeared in front of her cell.

"I'm Doctor Whitmore and this is Mr Robert Gilbert. And as for what I want from you, I want to understand what makes you and your species tick." One of the men spoke in a condescending tone.