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ENOCH SHOULD PROBABLY stop smoking so much if he's going to be dragged into a bunch of supernatural shit because he's not sure if he just saw a werewolf run into the Salvatore Boarding House or if he hallucinated it. Enoch decided to go home and sleep it off because that's none of his business. When he wakes up he has a bunch of messages and missed calls.
Love of my life <3: babe! pick up the phone!
Love of my life <3: seriously! it's rose!
Smexy dracula: I need your help...
Smexy dracula: Don't be a dick.
Smexy dracula: Thanks a lot.
My precious child: Enoch. Please answer. We need you!
My precious child: I'm sorry if you're busy but please GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!
And many, many, many more. Shiiiiiiit. He called Ingrid.
"Where the fuck have you been?" she asked immediately.
"Sleeping. I got so fucking high, babe."
"Of fucking course you did."
"What happened?" he asked while throwing on some pants.
"Rose got bit."
"Kinky"
"No." something about her tone had him pause, "Rose got bit by a werewolf. Which is deadly to a vampire. And there's no cure."
Enoch drew in a shaky breath, "Fuck"he said before hanging up the phone. He tossed his phone on the bed and sat down with his face in his hands. Fuck he really liked her. Enoch took a deep breath and stood up and finished putting on his pants. He wiped his eyes, grabbed his phone and keys and walked out the door. And then walked back in because he forgot his shoes.
•—•
Walking into the boarding house like you own it while you're internally having a mental breakdown should win Enoch a fucking Oscar. He was about to announce his presence when he spotted Elena crying. She pointed upstairs before she walked away. He walked upstairs and looked in a bunch of rooms, because Elena wasn't very specific, before coming across Damon's room. In it he found Damon crying softly while holding a stake.
"Wait!" Enoch yelled. Damon looked up and quickly wiped his face.
"Took you long enough. Where were you? Whoring around?" Breathe Enoch. He's upset because the girl he likes is dying. Do not fight this hypocritical drunk dick when he's grieving.
"Can I see the bite?"
"Why?" Damon asked suspiciously, like Enoch was asking to do something nefarious like put milk in before the cereal or put you shoes on sock-shoe-sock-shoe.
