Chapter Eight
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I sighed as I climbed out of the car, slamming the door behind me. I made my way to the front door of the cabin, raising my fist to knock before it swung open.
"Gilbert, party of two?" Enzo smirked, causing me to let out a laugh.
"Again with the jokes.." I brushed past him, entering the cabin.
My mouth fell open as I took in my surroundings.
The cabin was decorated nearly identical to our first New Year's together. Fairy lights strung the walls, a record spun on the record-player, and Enzo held a wine-glass in his hand while he closed the door.
"Happy New Year's, love." Enzo smiled, motioning to our surroundings. "Come on, dance with me."
"This is another joke, right?" I paused, spinning around to face him. "You think you can just put up a few Christmas lights, and my humanity will come back?"
Enzo's throat tightened. "Not really. See, this was all 'plan A.' An attempt to refresh your memory with all of our good times together, in hopes of your humanity returning."
"So, bring on 'plan B'." I devilishly smiled.
A sense of hope twitched on Enzo's face as he lit an old skull-candle.
I stared at the antique in disgust. "That's 'plan B'? Some gross antique?"
"Call it what you will, but it is truly much more than an 'antique'." Enzo smirked, handing the candle to me. "It's a magical object, a dark object to be more precise, on loan from the Armory. Specifically called a 'flame of imprisonment'."
"Well, aren't you fancy? Finding your own little way around magic.." I lightly smiled, blowing on the candle, expecting it to extinguish. When it remained ignited, however, my face fell.
"Ah, see, it traps supernatural beings in the space where it burns. I can come and go because I'm the one who lit it. And I'm the only one who can put it out." Enzo explained, as I put the candle down on the end-table, narrowing my eyes. "And I won't, unless you turn your humanity back on."
"Why are you suddenly taking a stand?" I folded my arms, inspecting his face.
"Because Tyler Lockwood is dead." Enzo informed. "Although I didn't care that much about his wellbeing, I do care about you. More than anything in the world, actually, and I refuse to lose you like your friends lost Tyler."
"So, what, you're just gonna keep me prisoner in this cabin for as long as I live?" I addressed,
"Of course not." Enzo chuckled, grabbing a can of gasoline from behind the couch. "See, I'm gonna get through to you. I'm gonna use one of your darkest fears to pull you out of this."
"Okay, well, there are layers to me. I'm actually a fairly complex person. In my 20 or so years on this Earth, no one's really figured me out." I pursed my lips, folding my arms.
Except Kai.
"Oh, well. Guess I'll die trying." Enzo shot me a faux smile, as he began dumping gasoline all over the furniture.
"Oh, you must think I'm afraid of fire because my sister burnt down our childhood home with all of our memories still inside." I faked a smile. "Nice try. But no."
Enzo stopped pouring the gasoline, and took a few steps closer. "You and I have a common fear. You're afraid of people leaving. Period. You're afraid of being abandoned. The one thing that happens to you again and again. Everyone leaves, some even die, but no one stays. Well, that ends now, because I'm not going anywhere."
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