LOST - Lorenzo St. John (Enzo)

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Stefan's POV

I walked over to the car, which had been crashed into the front of my house to see blood spilled all over it.

I opened the trunk to see a dead Aaron Whitmore, not only dead but decapitated.

"You wanna tell me what the hell's going on out there?" I questioned my brother as I walked through the front door and into the parlour, which had broken glass and booze lying around.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that, I let Enzo drive last night, he's a little out of practise." Damon told me as he drunkenly stumbled around.

I nodded and waited for him to realise that's not what I was talking about.

"Oh." He nodded. "You mean Aaron... Well, last night we hunted him down. I was going to kill him but then our sister showed up and she just went straight ahead and ripped his head off." He told me causing me to frown.

"Hold on, so Ellie is drinking from people? Well where the hell is she?" I questioned, becoming extremely worried.

"I don't know Stefan, I'm not her babysitter." He huffed, almost bored with the conversation.

"Damon, she's a ripper! She has no control, half this town will be dead if we don't track her down and help her! Why would you let her do this?" I shook my head in disbelief.

"Uh that may have been my fault." I heard the familiar English accent from behind me. "The whole thing was my idea and then I may have suggested that Ellie take a drink." He smirked causing anger to build within me.

"You better fix this Damon." I glared at him. "Find Eleanor and bring her home." I ordered before walking out the house.

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Ellie's POV

I sat in the corner of the random bar I had found, I stared down at the dry blood that covered my hands. I looked around the bar to see dozens of decapitated bodies as tears rolled down my cheeks.

My head snapped to the side as my phone started ringing, I quickly picked it up and answered it.

"Eleanor." I heard my twin speak as I let out a sob. "Hey, hey, it's okay. Just tell me where you are and I'll come get you."

"Stefan, I can't, I-I can't control it, I can't stop myself." I cried through the phone.

"Please just tell me where you are." Stefan begged as I cried.

I eventually told Stefan where I was and soon enough he came walking into the bar, a frown plastered on his face.

"Come on it's okay, it's okay." He told me helping me up off the floor.

"No! It's not okay." I shook my head. "What have I done?" I cried, pushing Stefan away but before I could get too far I felt a jab in my neck as everything went black.

***

"Ugh, where the hell am I?" I groaned as I woke up. I looked around seeing I was tied to a chair.

"You're in the cellar. You are going to stay here for a few days and then we'll get you back under control, in the mean time I need to go help our maniac brother." Stefan patted my leg before leaving me alone.

"Well this sucks." I mumbled to myself.

After hours upon hours of sitting, staring at a wall and crying to myself about all the horrible things I had done, morning came and I decided it was time to get out of here and get over myself.

I pushed off the ground with all my power, causing the chair to fly into the wall and break, setting me free.

I made my way up stairs and into the parlour where Elena, Caroline and Stefan were sitting.