Rosed

A Fairy to the Rescue

Whitmore 1959-ish

Enzo was alone in his cell, just staring into shadows that gathered in the corners.

He felt like he might finally be going mad.

It had been a few weeks... nearly a month since he had last seen Rose.

It was getting to the point he wasn't sure she had ever really existed in the first place, perhaps it was just something his brain conjured up to help him cope after Damon had abandoned him.

Before he could spiral any further tho remembering the night his best friend left him for dead he catches sight of a tiny flickering figure appearing out of the corner of his eye.

"Was starting to worry you had forgotten about me," he says once she stopped flickering and solidifies.

Smiling at him she flutters over landing on top of one of his bended knees.

"I'm so sorry, it was our dry season, it can last a couple of weeks, I should have warned you... must have lost track of the seasons... I've been spending so much time here recently," Rose explains.

"How do I know you're even real?" he asks his earlier doubts creeping back in.

"I suppose I'm as real as you want to believe I am," she explains.

"That's not at all reassuring," he comments.

"Suppose one way to know would be if I was able to help you escape... that ought to prove it, right?" she asks.

Enzo starts to feel the flickering emotions of hope, something he had sworn off ever since being rescued from the New Year's Eve fire by a late-arriving bloody Augustine of all people.

"Is that something you can do?" he asks.

"I don't know... this is the most I've ever interacted with someone from your realm before," she explains.

"Well what exactly can you do," he asks.

"What do you mean?" she asks.

"Tell me your superpowers," he explains.

"I don't know if I really have any," she cautions.

"Or maybe you just don't think of them that way, as they are normal to you but I promise you flying from that end of the cell over to my knee is not something everyone can do," he points out.

"Fair enough," she admits and proceeds to tell him about everything she can do as a fairy. She goes over everything from traveling between worlds/realms, flying, healing powers, and subtle time manipulation unfortunately nothing he thinks will help him break out of this cell.

"What about your blood?" he asks.

"What about it?"

"Well given how hungry I am right now I doubt a fly would be safe in here with me but curiously I have no desire to drink from you... is there a reason?" he asks.

"Besides how utterly charming I am? I don't know, maybe we could try an experiment tho?" she suggests.

"Think I've had my fill of those, thank you," he says turning her down.

"I'm just saying next time I come here I bring along a vial of my blood... and we can see if it has any effect," she explains.

"Not offering me a sip now? What's a matter, love, finally realized the vampire you visit weekly might be a touch dangerous?" he asks.

"That and I'm currently the size of your thumb, eating me in one bite wouldn't exactly be challenging if you discovered the taste of fairy blood agreed with you," she points out.