LOST - Lorenzo St. John (Enzo)

•TEN•

"Ding-dong!" I yelled, kicking the door to Tyler Lockwood's mansion open.

It appears Enzo has once again up and left to look for his beloved Maggie, who he claims not to have feelings for at all.

And so I, along with Damon decided to take my rage out on the travellers who were invading our town.

"What the hell?" Matt questioned as him and Jeremy looked over to us.

"Invite me in." Damon demanded as I waltzed in. "Seriously? She's been invited in but not me?" Demon scoffed.

"She's never tried to kill me." Jeremy spoke up and I smiled. "What are you guys doing here?"

"We want to de-passenger the lovely citizens of Mystic Falls, using your magical traveller knife. So hand it over." I demanded, holding my hand out.

"That's gonna be a problem." Matt told us, causing me to frown.

"Five words that make me want to vamp-toss my keys into your chest cavity, little Gilbert help me in the fight against my dark side and elaborate please." Damon said, narrowing his eyes.

"We can't find it." Jeremy shrugged.

"As in... You lost it?" I questioned, as I frowned at the two idiotic boys.

"As in, it's not here." Matt replied, with a sigh.

"You're right, don't invite me in because I will kill both of you." Damon threatened, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Tyler said he hid it in the piano." Jeremy told us.

"And when did you last hear from Tyler?" I questioned, causing frowns to appear on all three of the guys faces.

***

"What the hell are we gonna do?" I groaned as Damon and I walked back into our house.

But before Damon could answer, his phone rang and I glared as I saw Enzo's name pop up.

"How is it that travellers are everywhere until you actually need to find one?" Damon laughed into the phone.

"Hunt going poorly then?" I heard Enzo question from the other side of the phone.

"That's what I get for working with the Hardy boys." Damon laughed as he sat down and I grabbed a glass of bourbon.

"I take it you don't have Stefan's Diaries handy? I need you to check for an entry on November 8, 1960." Enzo asked, causing Damon and I to give each other confused looks.

"Stefan burned his journals a while ago, he was in a mood. Why?" Damon questioned his friend.

"Well, just trying to settle a little debate." He answered before sighing. "No matter, I'm right. Anyway how you hanging in, man? I heard you exiled Elena from your eye line."

"How'd you hear that?" Damon asked as we both narrowed our eyes. "Are you with them right now?"

"Not for long, I reckon one will be dead soon." Enzo said. "Eye for an eye and all that."

"Woah, woah, woah, Enzo. You have your murder voice on. I need you to speak very slowly and calmly and tell me what the hell the problem is." Damon demanded walking towards me and putting the phone on speaker.

"The problem is that my old friend, Maggie got a big bite taken out of her neck by your ripper brother in the sixties." Enzo seethed from the other end of the phone.

"The sixties?" Damon shook his head. "Stefan wasn't even-"

"Gotta jet mate. Nothing personal, just a bit of revenge. You understand, right?" Enzo cut Damon off before ending the call.