When Life Mirrors Fiction- Reborn to TVD

Reflections

Hey everyone!!! Another update is here, though I know it's not the one you're expecting, like the follow-up on Bonnie's activities. But hey, progress is progress, right? Don't worry, I'm already writing and finishing up the next chapter.

If you've noticed, this chapter contains Enzo's and Damon's POVs. I tried to capture their personalities from TVD, with Enzo's being really descriptive, considering he's been trapped for decades and his mind is his only entertainment. Damon's POV, on the other hand, carries his sarcastic manner of speaking.

Let me know if I got them right or if they're a bit too out of character. Anyway, enjoy the read!

Enzo's POV (Thoughts he had before he got freed by Bonnie)

How many fleeting years have slipped through my grasp? Yet, my ultimate goal remains as elusive as ever—freedom. I find myself still tethered, bound, and ensnared in this seemingly inescapable prison, courtesy of that godforsaken and sadistic Gilbert. A doctor, they call him—an unholy practitioner unworthy of such a title. He revels in torment and conducts twisted experiments upon me, offering no salvation. Oh, the frustration! From one doctor to another, the cycle persists. -sigh- Where am I now? How did I find myself in this predicament? The memories slip through my grasp like water. Their relentless use of vervain has left my mind shrouded in a fog, obscuring the events that led to my confinement. The wretched Augustine society, architects of my misery. Yes, even the passage of time eludes my fractured consciousness.

Within this forsaken prison of mine, time engages in its cheeky game of hide and seek, slipping away like a mischievous ghost. Days meld into weeks, and the concept of years? It's slowly fading into the dusty corners of my memory. The clock, once my trusty sidekick, now surrenders to a downright unsettling silence, prompting me to question whether even Father Time has lost track of my existence.

Days and nights within this realm seamlessly blend into a grand masquerade, set against the backdrop of a perpetual labyrinth of gloom. Time folds in on itself, forming an unsolvable knot that leaves me here, scratching my head in perpetual perplexity.

The pain in this place? It's no subtle tap on the shoulder; it's a full-blown symphony of suffering, an unrelenting ache that gleefully dances with every beat of my cursed heart. Torture, abuse, and violence have become the unwelcome partners in my twisted dance, chaining and shackling me until the very notion of freedom seems like a distant whisper in the recesses of my mind.

Every passing moment seamlessly merges into an endless tapestry of suffering. The relentless monotony of captivity blurs the boundaries between yesterday and today, casting me as a captive spectator to the unyielding agony unfolding on the stark stage of cold, unforgiving walls. Each day feels like a cruel encore of the last, with the only audience, aside from those inhumane doctors who delight in my torture, being the echoing silence that reverberates through the confines of my desolate prison.

Yes, I endure a lot. Even these chains tightly constricting my body, and the shackles pressing heavily on my fatigued limbs. These plain, lifeless walls have enclosed and confined me for countless years. However, let it be known — these physical constraints will never imprison or fetter the indomitable spirit residing within me. No matter the weight of the chains or the coldness of these walls, the flame of resilience burns brightly within, untamed and unyielding.

I vehemently resist succumbing to the encroaching darkness that seeks to engulf my very essence. Despite the ceaseless torment, a resilient glimmer of hope persists — a flame unwilling to be extinguished by the icy winds of despair. In the face of unrelenting adversity, this flicker of hope remains my steadfast companion, a beacon that guides me through the relentless shadows that threaten to consume me.