Unbeknownst to her, getting captured by the Augustine Society would lead to meeting the most important person in her life.
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𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟑
Elizabeth and Lorenzo (she insisted on calling him by his full name) had spent the last three years getting to know each other when a knew Vampire arrived and was put into the cell next to Lorenzo's.
"I bet you, he's older than you," Elizabeth said as they waited for the new-comer to regain consciousness.
Lorenzo rolled his eyes, Elizabeth loved poking fun at how he was only seventy-seven and not very old for a vampire, "What are we betting on?" he asked.
"When we get out of here, you owe me a milkshake," she told him.
"And if I win?" he asked, smirking as he knew of her love for chocolate milkshakes.
"Your choice. Doesn't matter, I'll win."
Lorenzo lifted a brow as the two of them looked at the newcomer that had just awoken.
"Welcome," Lorenzo spoke, "Dr Whitmore never gets tired of watching us vampires heal, but he gives us one glass of blood per day, just enough to keep us alive," he explained to the vampire, "Pick yourself up, soldier." he looked through a gap between the cells, "My name's Enzo," he told him.
"Damon Salvatore," the vampire replied.
"I'm Elizabeth, how old are you?" the werewolf said, insensible as ever.
Damon looked from Lorenzo to Elizabeth, "What?"
"How old are you?" she asked again.
"A hundred and fourteen," he replied slowly.
"Yes! You owe me a milkshake!" Elizabeth exclaimed happily and Lorenzo couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm.
