Holding on (Vampire Diaries~Enzo)

Chapter 8: Guilt of Plan B

~ Guilt of Plan B ~

24 April 1950 ~ Ruby

After what Damon called my ‘conversation killer’ we didn’t say much to one another.

That has been about two hours ago and I have never felt more alone than ever even though there are two living creatures in the same room with me.

It feels like I have survived a zombie apocalypse and I find out that I’m the only one left that is still non-zombie. I wanted to say ‘human’ but that is not really fitting.

Why am I comparing my situation to a zombie apocalypse? Jeez, those two weeks being imprisoned are already getting to my head.

By the way, if there were to be a zombie apocalypse, we three would probably be the only ones to survive in this cell. If you set aside the fact that if Mathew and his father died we would soon desiccate and also die.

Now I’m suddenly happy Enzo has shut me out, otherwise he would’ve laughed at me for even thinking of a freaking zombie apocalypse.

I need to fix this soon otherwise I’ll go crazy.

I continue to think about random and stupid things, to avoid any subject that might be painful. Somehow, the day goes by faster than expected and it turns out not to be that bad. Although I’m still being ignored and being invaded – not by zombies, but by Damon’s attempts to get into my head – before I know it I hear Mathew walking our way.

I look up with some surprise and jump to my feet at the same moment Enzo does. He glances my way – probably because he thinks I don’t look at him at the moment – and our eyes meet. For one moment I drown into their darkness and I see the sparkle of amusement in his eyes, just before he closes off again and the beautiful brown eyes turn cold and a little less beautiful.  

I can’t stand to look into those eyes any longer and move my eyes to the stairs. Mathew is still upstairs and I hear the refrigerator open and a click that means the light inside has turned on.

I feel Enzo’s gaze still on me, but I feel no desire to look back. But then he speaks and it sounds loud after hours of silence.

‘Try your best to make him fall for you.’ Enzo says in a hushed voice, still just as monotone as every time he has spoken to me. ‘He likes you for some unknown reason and you better give him something to make him think you like him too. And make it believable, princess.’ He has always used that word as a sweet nickname, but now he puts all the sarcasm in that one little word as he can muster and spits it to me.

I’m completely out of words and I just stare at him. He still has this tensed feeling all around him, but any of my attempts to get hold of his real emotions are a waste of time. He just stands there, his arms crossed and his hands clenched into fists. And with the coldness in his eyes he looks dangerous in a way he has never have before. He looks almost exactly how Damon can look when he wants to. Like a vampire. No, like a demon.

The real Enzo would never ask me to do this, to flirt with a guy I don’t like just to manipulate him into getting what we want. But this new no-emotion-Enzo doesn’t care about my feelings or about Mathews. If Mathew really likes me, it is unfair from both me and Enzo to pretend I do too.

But when I open my mouth to say something, the door upstairs open and Mathew starts to come down. I close it again and give Enzo my death glare.

As in a reflex I put up my mask up. The one I only use for Mathew and Whitmore without even considering what Enzo has said. I feel his angry look burning my back, but I do not flinch.