Holding on (Vampire Diaries~Enzo)

Chapter 2: Subject 21050

~ Subject 21050 ~

13 April 1950 ~ Ruby

 

When I open my eyes I feel disorientated. I am lying on my right side and my arm is asleep from lying on it the entire night –I guess it was night. But when I see the bars and the man on the other side of them I know exactly where I am.

Enzo is looking at me amused and I remember how little he told me yesterday. After the short conversation from yesterday, I must have fallen asleep again. The Vervain still had his power over me, but I feel a lot better when I push myself up on one hand. It must be out of my system now. It better be, it’s been at least two days, that depends on how long I’ve been asleep the first time. I decide to ask Enzo. He says I slept through the night and day the first time and about half the night now. He says it is around 5 am.

‘How do you keep track of time?’ I ask and he shrugs.

‘I don’t know exactly. I know what time they come here, twice a day. In the morning to… pick us up and in the evening to feed us.’ When I hear the word ‘feed’ I suddenly realize how hungry I am. I hadn’t had human blood in more than three days and I could feel the aching in my jaw begging me to put my teeth into flesh. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t feed on humans. There you have hospitals for. It is fascinating how humans keep ignoring our existence though it is as clear as daylight. Okay, stupid wordplay I know. But it is true. Over fifty percent of the animal attacks are actually vampire attacks and even the hospitals claim that the blood bags that have gone ‘missing’ are either stolen to sell on the black market or just a mistake in the delivery. Humans will believe anything, as long as it doesn’t involve the supernatural. If people believe in miracles why don’t they believe in demons? Because almost every story is true; vampires, werewolves, witches and other creatures you don’t want to meet.
I’m so caught up in my hunger, I totally forget about the other part of Enzo’s explanation. But then it fades after a few breaths and I remember.

‘Wait, ‘pick us up’? Oh my god…’ I say as fear takes over and I clasp my hand over my mouth. I realize now that the Vervain had really affected me yesterday, because I wasn’t half as afraid as now. I realize what is going to happen to me.

‘They’re gonna torture me, aren’t they?’ I say, voice thick with upcoming tears, but I push them back. Enzo gazes at me as I bite my lip until it bleeds so I won’t cry. I won’t. Never.

‘They will call it experimenting. It is for the greater good and that kind of shit. Don’t listen to a word they say, princess. We wouldn’t want Dr. Whitmore to break you, now would we?’ His hushed dark voice somehow reassured me.

I don’t know why, but I like him. Well, I’m going to need a friend in here if I don’t want to go crazy and let Whitmore –I suspect that’s the man who brought me here- break me.

Enzo is right. Whatever happens with me, I shouldn’t listen to him.

‘When will he ‘experiment’ on me then?’ I ask as I know the time passes by. Enzo said they come in the morning, so that leaves me very little time. I need to be prepared as much as I can possibly be.

‘Oh, you’re safe for now. The Vervain must be gone by now, so you’re gaining strength. They need you to weaken first, almost desiccate, before they will risk letting you out.’ At first I’m relieved I’ll be spared, even if it is just for one day, but then I realize what that means.

‘But Enzo, then...’ I can’t finish my sentence and try to swallow a lump that has suddenly formed in my throat.

‘I’m used to the torture, princess, don’t worry about me.’ He answers, putting his head back against the wall like he is tired of talking –it has probably a long time ago he has talked this much- but I’m even close to having all my questions answered.