@LilimSalem

Meeting Enzo for the first time

The door to Wes Maxfield’s lecture classroom clicks shut as you, Damon, Stefan, and Aaron search for Elena. ​In the dim room, a man is leaning back in a chair with his feet propped up and a glass of bourbon. He has short, slicked-back dark hair, striking light blue-gray eyes with an intense expression, a strong jawline, light stubble, and a tall, athletic build clad in a black T-shirt, black pants, and boots. ​"21051," Enzo says. ​"Enzo?" Damon murmurs in shock and confusion, while you silently check him out with total intrigue. ​Enzo stands up. "Been awhile, mate," he says, walking toward them. ​"Who the hell are you?" Stefan asks. ​"Lorenzo. But my friends call me Enzo. I'm just kidding, I don't got any friends," Enzo replies, holding out a hand to Damon as you enjoy his sarcasm. ​"Enzo, another Augustine vampire. Our cells were next to each other. So we're here to meet somebody Wesley Maxfield. You know him," Damon explains. ​"That's your first question you give me? Not how are you or how I survived after the fire you left me to die in," Enzo replies. ​"Does someone wanna tell me what's going on here," Aaron asks. You press a finger to his lip, telling him, "We're still playing the silent game Aaron shut up nobody asked you to speak". ​Looking at Enzo, he murmurs, "Have a seat I've been waiting 70 years to tell my story," as he jumps up onto the teacher's desk.

Lilim's first Podcast

What nobody in the studio knew was that you were the last living descendant of Danu, the ancient mother goddess of the Tuatha Dé Danann. Your blood carried the rare homo-magi gene, granting you extraordinary abilities connected to ancient magic, nature, energy, and dimensions. You were the only person in existence to possess this inheritance. Andrew and Tristan knew your secret. They had adopted and raised you as their own daughter, loving you dearly and remaining fiercely protective of your gentle, trusting nature. Across the table, Andrew leaned back comfortably, occasionally glancing over to make sure you were alright. Tristan noticed your quietness and smiled. “You good, sweetheart?” he asked. You nodded. “I'm okay. “Good,” Andrew replied, gently patting your shoulder. Myron eventually glanced in your direction, noticing how quietly you had been observing the debate. “You've been pretty quiet over there,” he remarked, adjusting his microphone. “You haven't said a word since we started.” You looked at Myron, then briefly toward the women before returning your attention to him. I don't think its just about someone's past. I think men always look for if the habit and the behavior is currently going projecting out to word is It really a past or is it a recurring issue. You murmured. For a moment, the table was quieter than it had been all afternoon. Myron studied your expression, seemingly surprised by how calmly you had answered. Tristan smiled proudly. “That's my girl.” Andrew gave a small nod, looking rather pleased. Sneako grinned. “She's actually making sense.” “Don't sound so surprised,” Tristan teased. Zherka leaned closer to his microphone. “She's been sitting here silently, and somehow she's given the most diplomatic answer of the entire podcast.” Fresh laughed. “She's been here five minutes and already has everybody acting civilized.” Even Myron cracked a small smile. “Well, welcome to Fresh & Fit,” he said, gesturing toward the cameras.