I check my phone, 5:06 dang it, not even two hours. We walk into a man he looks around Klaus' age- well not Klaus' exact age. Black spiky hair and a leather jacket. "Oops sorry." The guy's British.
"Your alright mate." Klaus can be forgiving?! We keep walking until we hear.
"Hey, I think I know you?" My breath catches.
"Don't think so." We keep walking.
"No, mate I'm sure I do."
"Can't- I'm not from around here." The guy shrugs it off. We get into Klaus' car and share a breath of relief. Jacket guys on his phone when we drive past. I look at Klaus.
"He could've gotten a phone call." Klaus grunts but doesn't seem persuaded. The door of the grill opens, Caroline, Damon and Elena pile out. They look panicked, Damon's holding his phone out in front of the group on speakerphone. They look around and spot Enzo. They run towards him fear eminent on their faces. I look at Klaus.
"I think Camille, we've been made." He looks worried.
"Who was that Klaus?" He turns and looks at me.
"An old friend I knew on my way to mystic falls in the 1860's" I motion at him to elaborate. "By the name of Enzo St John."
Authors Note :
Sorry for the short as heck chapter will write a big one soon. Leave comments below and I might use them in the story! :)
