Bonnie's Theft

Chapter 12

Enzo stands in the shadows as he waited patiently in the alley of the club for Damon to finish. They were on victim number six and Enzo hated to admit it, but it was all getting a tad bit old. He saw a rat scurrying behind a garbage can out of the corner of his and he smiled to himself wondering if Stefan would like them to bring home some take out for dinner. Maybe that would get him to forgive them. But he shook the notion from his head as quickly as it came. He didn't need the old gent's approval. And Damon would be better for it as soon as he realized that he didn't need any of them. He looked at his watch wondering if he might call it a night. Then he heard it as clear as day the slowing of the woman's heart. The beat slower than the leaking drain pipe from off the building.

"Stop it mate. You're killing her." Enzo said placing a firm hand on his friends shoulder, without pulling him away.

He whirled on him his eyes black, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. "Go away."

"You know as well as I do that you will surely parish. I never took you for the suicide type. Kind of cowardly, mate." He replied stepping away from his friend. Knowing that he wouldn't respond to being attacked or forced to do something. He had to make this decision on his own.

"I am nothing of the sorts." He said dropping the girl's limp body on the ground before throwing his friend violently against the brick wall.

"You're going to want to rethink that." Enzo said peeling his friends hands off the collar of his leather jacket and pushing him back.

"Bonnie and the others would probably agree with you, the coward thing." Damon said unable to look his friend in the eye as he stared at the ground.

Enzo went over to the girl and lifted her into his arms. He could still hear her heartbeat however faint. "What are you feeling right now remorse, regret, pain?"

"It barely worked."

"But as you said we had to try. And all those emotions swirling around in that little head of yours still points to the fact that you're the old Damon that they know and love. And will want back as soon as they need you." He replied before taking the girl and carrying her over to their waiting car.

"Like the fact that you haven't eaten all day only happens when you are trying to repent for your actions. And theirs only one person that you would go through all the trouble for." Damon said watching his friend closely.

Enzo leaned over to open the handle of the door and placed the unconscious girl in the back seat. "Do you think we should take her to the hospital?"

Enzo's voice was muffled and all Damon heard was the word hospital. "Were not taking her anywhere, but home. And don't pretend like you didn't hear what I said before. Are you on some sort of fast because of Elena? Wasting away slowly. Cowardly, I think."

"We have a long night ahead of us before we get this mess all cleaned up before sunrise. So were not talking about this alright, Mate." Enzo said slamming the passenger side door closed.

"Whose idea was this?" Damon replied in a sing-song voice. "I bet you it was Elena."

Enzo avoided his gaze looking at the other cars that crowded the rather large parking lot.

"Right. You do something she doesn't approve of and you have to walk through fire to make it up to her. Even if it feels like you're dying inside."

Enzo pushed past him. "I'm going to get her belongings that you sprayed across the alley when you ripped her purse from her hands."

"Don't ignore me."

"What does it matter to you? Have you ever looked twice at my relationship with Elena outside of thanking me for taking her off your hands." He said glancing across the parking lot to the front door where the security guard stood. He had yet to notice them as a few patrons trickled in and out drunkenly.