Stella Starlet

Carlisle vs Enzo

I heard the police sirens approaching the scene of the accident and multiple people crouched down beside me, pressing towels against my bleeding arm. 

More police sirens sounded, about seven of them and I knew that it had started. 

I took a deep breath and pushed through my pain. I got up and began running towards the museum. 

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Carlisle's Point of View

After the auction had just started, I sent out a team of my men to secure every doorway into the building. No one was going to escape. 

If they found any of Enzo's men, they were to take them out. 

After a got the "okay" that the perimeter was sealed, all my men and I pulled on our ski masks. 

Two of my men before the group went to the door and gave a five-second count. After their count finished, they slammed open the large, wooden doors to the room of the auction. 

We went in and before anyone could react, we fired. I gave my men specific intrusions that they were not to intentionally fire at any women.

The sound of toppling over chairs was loud as well as the screaming and heavy footsteps of people running. 

Each doorway that the room had opened and more men piled in, firing.

Finally Enzo's men began firing back at us. 

I spotted Enzo as he slipped into one of the doorways and ran out. I sprinted after him, following his footsteps up a set of stairs to a room full of paintings and sculptures. 

"Well, well, Carlisle, I'll give it to you. You really got me," Enzo said, chuckling. 

He looked at me with a lopsided grin on his face. 

Sick fuck saw this as a game. 

"How's my darling Stella doing? Is her neck better?"

"How the fuck do you know about that?" I demanded. 

He threw his head back and laughed. The sound echoed through the empty room, against each marble figure and painting. 

"I was there." He flashed me a grin full of malice and evil. He truly was a godless man. 

My blood went cold. It wasn't a hallucination. Enzo was really there. 

"You fucking prick!" I yelled as I fired a bullet at him from my pistol. 

He saw it coming and ducked behind a sculpture. I did the same as multiple bullets were fired at me, shattering parts of the marble. 

I leaned me head out and fired shots at Enzo, one hitting his shoulder. Enzo then got out from behind the sculpture and looked at me with flames in his eyes. 

He began to walk towards me, firing at me until the sculpture broke in half and shattered against the floor. I fired at him, each shot jerked his body but he merely grinned at me. 

I pulled the trigger again but nothing came out of the barrel. I had to reload but I was in a very compromising position. Enzo threw his pistol to the other side of the room. 

"Carlisle, this was all too easy."

"What was too easy?" I asked through my teeth. 

I felt something press against my back and I then understood.