He hardly knew you, for Christ’s sake. You were one of Damon’s friends, some witchy college kid. Sure, you were pretty, but not his type. He liked bad girls, preferably on motorcycles - not uptight best friends with raging moral compasses.

Enzo stomped to the wardrobe and threw on his clothes. Within twenty minutes, he was sweet-talking that receptionist in the back seat of his car. He was kissing her neck, admiring the total absence of a delicious argan oil scent in her hair - when he felt a cold sweat.

HE WAS CHEATING ON YOU.

The thought crashed into his brain like a damn lorry. Apologising to the girl - Becca or Becky or something - he staggered out of the car.

Enzo had to get to the bottom of this.

-

You turned to enter your philosophy class - only to see a leather-jacketed Englishman in the way.

“Apologies, sweetcheeks. We need to talk,” Enzo said.

“Don't you have any innocent people to murder? Where's Damon?” you said.

You nearly got whiplash as he carried you outside the red brick building. You stood there, trying to get your breath back. Enzo was staring at you with intense annoyance. Really intense. You felt yourself blush under his eyes.

“What the hell?” you said, still panting.

“Wasn't I clear enough before? I wasn't asking.” Enzo said, resting both hands on the wall on either side of your head . “You see, I have a problem. I can't get you out of my damn head.”

You laughed. “Oh my god. You're flirting with me. I’ll pass, if that's okay with you.”

“No, sweetheart,” Enzo said. “I don't fancy you, so you can drop the smug grin. I think some witchy voodoo has implanted you in my brain.”

You began to sweat under your T-shirt.

“It's a problem,” Enzo said in a low voice. “You see, I'm something of a lothario myself.”

“Huh?” you said.

“A Don Juan. A Cassanova.” Enzo clarified.

You shrugged.

“I bed a lot of women!” Enzo said. “And this is not exactly greasing the old works, if you know what I-”

You slid out from under Enzo’s arm. You couldn't let him know this was your fault, especially as you had no solution. “Not my problem, sorry!” you said.

In a flash, Enzo was standing in front of you. “Don't go, darling. You won't make it,” he murmured. The threat sounded almost tender. A shiver went down your spine.

You raised your hands and started chanting. Enzo grimaced, sweat beading on his forehead. He slowly sank to his knees before you, gripping his head, which had to be in agony from your spell. A low groan came from his throat.

“Don't mess with me, darling,” you said, exhilarated by your own power, your ability to wipe that smile off Enzo’s face. Feeling naughty, you twisted his perfect hair, ruining it.

You were about to leave, when Enzo’s face changed into a devilish grin. Touching his finger to his tongue, he smoothed out his hair. He was clearly not in pain.

You began to panic. “Why isn't it working?” you said.

“Oh, it's working,” Enzo said, rising to his feet with the ease of a man waking up in the morning. “It's just that fifty years of saying hello to my own organs every morning gave me one hell of a pain tolerance.” He twirled a strand of your hair. “In fact, I like a little pain from a woman.”

You pressed your hands onto Enzo’s chest, still chanting. This was insane. He should have been crying for his mummy by now.

“Ooh,” Enzo said, his eyes closing. “That hits the sweet spot. Now, will you help me or not?”

-

You and Enzo sat on the floor of your dorm room, surrounded by candles. You had your fingers pressed to either side of his head.

“I think I can reverse the spell by entering your mind and finding a real love, strong enough to overpower the false feelings,” you said.

“Your hands feel good,” Enzo murmured. His eyes shot open. “Where on earth did that come from?”

“Ah,” you said. “It's possible that physical touch is making your feelings for me stronger.”

Suddenly, Enzo leaned you onto the floor, his lips inches from yours. You were both breathing fast. Enzo ran one skilful hand down your cheek, then your neck, then your waist. His gaze was worshipful. You had forgotten how good it felt to be touched like that.

“Get the damned thing done before we do something we’ll both regret,” Enzo said, his eyes fixed on your mouth.

You resumed your sitting position. “Now think of the person you most love,” you said, entering Enzo’s mind.

With a shock, you saw yourself and Enzo - but outdoors, in the nighttime. You were sitting on a bench in a knee length yellow dress, and Enzo was next to you in a green army uniform. He knelt and kissed your swelling belly.

“Don't think about me!” you yelled. “Is that not obvious?"

Enzo looked down in embarassment. “Give me a break woman, you're in my bloody mind. Let's try again.”

-

This time, the scene was different, the colours more bleak, more real. Enzo was standing in a stony prison cell. On the outside was a beautiful black woman with short curly hair and ruby lips.

She leaned against the bars. “When will you ask me to marry you, Lieutenant St John?”

He held one of her hands in the gap. “Giving you my name would be the sweetest pleasure of my earthly life. But you know I can't. Not till I get out of this hell hole.”

“You talk like you're going to die in here,” she said. “It's not right.”

He bent and kissed her hand. “I'm immortal, my dove. Don't you worry about me.”

-

Then you were staring into Enzo’s eyes once more, back in your Whitmore dorm room. One tear trickled down his cheek, and he quickly wiped it away.

“Who was she?” you said.

Enzo looked at you. “It's worked,” he said. “I no longer feel like ravishing you right here. No offence.”

You rolled your eyes. “None taken. Trust me.” You frowned. “But… what happened to that woman? Did you marry her?”

Enzo got to his feet. “Ancient history, love.”

“Come on. I've already seen inside your head,” you said. “What else have you got to hide?”

“Fine,” Enzo said, crossing his arms. “I'll tell you about her, if you tell me what joker you rustled up that love potion for.”

“Deal,” you said. “So tell me about her.”

Enzo smiled thoughtfully, then said, “The woman you saw was Mags. Maggie. The only woman on this blasted earth I've ever loved. Now, explain why a beautiful girl like you is begging for the attention of some Tom Dick or Harry.”

You smiled awkwardly. “Did you just call me beautiful? Are you sure that spell worked?”

“I'm not in love with you, sweetheart. But a man has eyes,” Enzo said, winking. “Now explain.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “It was for my boyfriend, Jeremy. I’m not stupid, okay?” you said. “I know he’s treated me like crap. I just… can't give up hope that we could be something special. Is that so wrong?”

“Hope is a dangerous thing," Enzo said. "I spent fifty years in a bloody jail cell, I know.” He rested a hand on your arm. “Hope doesn't fill your belly. Hope doesn't keep you warm at night. It just kills you a little more slowly than despair.”

You gazed at his distant brown eyes, wondering if Enzo still had hope.

“Anyway, I have no idea why the potion worked on you,” you said. “It was unintentional, I swear.”

Enzo held out his hand. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance. The name’s Lorenzo Jeremiah St John.” He grinned. “Also known as Jeremy.”

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MAIN MASTERLIST

First Person's POV

Once I turned 18 I promised I would leave Mystic Falls for good. This town is a goddamn beacon for chaos and danger. I wouldn't even be surprised if a hole to the end of the world opened right in the centre of town. One thing I hated more than maths was the supernatural beings that thought the world revolved around them. Of course, I loved Caroline, Bonnie and Elena. I tolerated Stefan and Damon but the others... the others it depended on who they were and what they've done. I tried my best to stay away from the chaos that the group got themselves into, sometimes it was relatively easy and other times it was damn hard. 

Every day I make a bet with myself about if it's gonna be an easy day or a damn hard day. I made a bet that it'll be a damn hard day. I don't know what gave me that feeling, it was just that uneasy feeling when I woke up this morning and considering that the Salvatores had been kidnapped and beaten the last few days, I just assumed that the streak of unpleasantness would continue. 

Heading towards the town square, I stood, waiting for the girls to show up, putting myself on edge due to the sudden paranoia that someone would be out to get me. 

I don't know how it happened, or when it happened but I woke up, tied up and sitting on a mattress laid across the ground. I refused to cry, I would not let myself be seen as weak and give whatever asshole decided to use me as fish bait. 

"Y/n... Y/n... Y/n..." I stared angrily at the figure, recognising the person as a Traveller, I rolled my eyes and stared at the figure flabbergasted as he slapped me. 

"I need the Salvatores to come here, I see them with you, so here we are," I grunted through the rag, groaning as he pulled it from my mouth and went to speak but was literally hushed by the twit. He put his damn finger on my lips with a tut to silence me. 

"Listen here... I don't care about how you want to run your damn mouth, I don't have the time, all I care about is bringing the Salvatores here and following the plan." 

"And that would be?" 

"Noneya." 

"Oh, how mature," I muttered, hissing in pain as his fist collided with my face, I took another breath and smiled at the man showing that I didn't care and that it didn't faze me at all. I grunted as he shoved the rag back in and proceeded to pace the room. I couldn't help but flinch as the door slammed open and within the blink of an eye the Salvatores easily dealt with the guy and the adrenaline seemed to take away my thought processing and I ended up back home without really realising it. 

I took a shower, got into my pyjamas, plopped down on the couch and that's when it all came out. I could feel my hands begin to shake, a tightness in my chest formed that made it hard to breathe. The tears came cascading down, the whole room seemed to spin and I couldn't stop my sobs from escaping. I do not want to go through that again, I do not want to be kidnapped and hurt. I can't go through that, this is all too much, maybe I should just move away? Get away from the town of death and suffering. 

I couldn't tell you how long I had been crying for, I couldn't even tell you how the panic attack stopped or if it even stopped. I was sitting in a pool of tissues, I had already nearly gone through an entire box, I don't think I've cried this much before, I can't think of a time when the pain has been this bad. 

I jumped hearing a knock on my door, I quickly and roughly rubbed my eyes doing my best to make the tears go away and hope that whoever it was wouldn't need anything from me. I forced a smile to my lips as I opened the door, surprised to see the lovely Enzo there, he was a vampire I liked and I will admit there are times when I prefer him over the Salvatores but also just like most of the supernatural my tolerance normally ran low. 

"Enzo- hi."

"Hello, gorgeous... listen I need a favour-" The vampire cut himself off, he glanced around to the living area and then back at me. I did my best to keep smiling, not wanting to let my guard down. 

"Gorgeous, what's going on?" 

"I'm fine Enzo, listen I've got a busy day tomorrow and as much as I'm sure the favour cannot wait I cannot help you today." I tried closing the door on him, groaning as he easily stopped it and slipped into my home. I bit the inside of my cheek, finding it harder and harder to continue pretending that I was okay. 

"You've been crying..." 

"N-no I haven't. I said I am fine." I tried to make my words more pointed, hoping he'll truly believe that I was 'fine' but Enzo is smart and it was clear that my bullshit lies weren't enough to convince him. 

"Talk to me, please." I wrapped my arms around myself, shaking my head, the tears inevitably coming, I could feel my lips quivering and my body shake as the sobs escaped my lips. I could feel Enzo leading me to the couch, he brushed away the tissues and sat beside me. 

"Y/n... what's going on? What happened." 

"I- one of the travellers took me and used me as bait to draw in the Salvatores... I can't deal with the supernatural any longer... I don't want to go through that again. This- this anxiety, I can't... I won't go through that again. I'm so scared Enzo, I can't keep pretending that I'm fine because everyone looks to me because they think I'm tough but the truth is-" I let out a sob that would prevent me from going on any further without struggling to voice my concerns. I shook my head, angry with myself for blubbering in front of Enzo. 

I felt him wrap an arm around me, he lightly rubbed my shoulder, against all my wishes, I let myself curl against him. At that moment I didn't care about who was comforting me, all I cared about was seeking someone who would offer me the comfort I clearly needed. 

"I can make it easier for you- I can... if you're comfortable, I can compel you... I can make it go away." I considered, that maybe it would make it easier to just disappear... make it easier to get away from all of this. I was about to allow him to do that but then I thought of Bonnie and Caroline and Elena... I couldn't do that to them. 

"N-no, no. Thank you." 

"If you ever change your mind... I know we aren't close, I think you don't like me at all but I'll make it go away. If you ever want." I took a few deep breaths, nodding and appreciating that Enzo would do this for me even after knowing that I wasn't his biggest fan. 

"I don't not not like you but- it's not important right now." 

"You know, you know gorgeous... I still think you are pretty tough, you know it's okay to cry and it's okay be worired." It felt reassuring to know that, I never wanted to let anyone down and I wanted them to know that I am strong and I am tough. That these things won't bother me or effect me.