The Reversed ✯ Enzo St. John {3}

02 | A Siren Song

Chapter Two

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"Dumped the girl.." Enzo announced as he strolled into the manslaughter cave.

"Why? She could've been dessert." Damon asked, not bothering to look up from his book.

Currently, Damon and I were both relaxing in cheap lawn-chairs. While he read 'Fifty Shades of Yuck', I remained lying on my back with cucumbers on my eyes.

Enzo's hands remained in his pockets as he scoffed, "You know the rules. Last night was pushing it. He wants real evil. Not these lightweight losers we've been feeding him." Enzo motions to the bodies strung from the ceiling.

"Ah, you should get on that.." Damon muttered, engrossed in his reading.

I curiously lifted the cucumber from my left eye, "That's very sexist of you, you know. Referring to 'it' as a 'he'."

Enzo brushed off my comment, nodding to my cucumbers and Damon's novel. "Well at least I'm trying. Which is more than you two are doing."

"Hey, this is a really good book." Damon pointed out.

I scrunched my face together, placing the cucumber back on my left eye. "Damon, you're nasty. And Enzo, if you plan on getting lucky, I would offer more affection. I'm not doing nothing, I'm relaxing.."

"How long is this bad-guy slaughter going to last?" he paced, before he stopped in his spot and looked around at the victims above us. "How many more bodies will it take before this is over?"

"'It' can hear you." Damon acknowledged.

"'It' can get into our minds. It knows how I feel." Enzo complained.

"Well, there's no reason to go out of your way to aggravate it." Damon advised.

Enzo stretched out his arms, straightening his jean-jacket. "Do you have any control left? Me, I'm down to about..I don't know, two percent?"

"No free will needed. I have flipped my switch. Humanity off. I'm on full cruise control.." Damon chirped, "I recommend it."

"What, so you really have nothing left inside?" Enzo badgered, growing concerned.

"Just my winning sense of humor, and renewed appreciation for chick-lit." Damon looked back down at his book, and began reading more.

Enzo turned to me, snatching the cucumber off my left eye, taking a bite out of it. "What about you, love. Got anything left?"

I sadly sighed, "Yeah. I've got something left. Not sure how much humanity actual remains, but there's something there...I just can't let 'it' know that."

I faked a smile, jerking my head forward, allowing the remaining cucumber on my right eye to fall into my mouth.

I may or may not have left our friends clues as to where we were. This includes leaving the charm-bracelet Bonnie gave me for my thirteenth birthday on the wrist of the girl I drained of blood last night. Enzo helped me tie her to the hood of her car at the crime scene, replicating that of a book Bonnie once gave me. Bonnie knows how much the bracelet actually means to me. She'll figure out the message I sent.

"You've really never read 'The Odyssey'?" Bonnie asked a thirteen year old Cassidy Gilbert as she sat on the edge of my bed.

"Nope. Ms. Crenshaw hasn't forced it down our throats yet." I joked as I looked down at my homework.

"Wh- what's all that?" Bonnie nodded to the books scattered across bed.

"Homework." I sighed, brushing a stray hair strand out of my face.