Wes drops on the floor of the cell, completely drained of blood. Blood drips down Enzo's chin, his hair disheveled and his breathing heavy.

'That's hot.'

I swallow and tell him, "I have extra clothes for you. They should fit but if they don't I'm sure we can find you something upstairs after you take a shower."

I explain

He simply nod, wiping the blood off his mouth as he follows me up the stairs and into the first bedroom we find that has a connected bathroom.

I lead him to the bathroom, sitting the clothes out and nodding awkwardly.

"Yea um, I'll wait in the kitchen here." I tell him and he nods but grab my wrist to stop me from leaving. Butterflies erupt in my stomach and my skin tingles pleasurably.

"What's your name, gorgeous?"

I blush at his hot accent and answer. "Bonnie. Bonnie Bennett."

He nods, letting me go as he introduces. "Enzo. Lorenzo St. John."

He enters the bathroom and I wait for him in the kitchen, keep the door locked, hoping no one comes in.

Twenty minutes later he comes out smelling like sandlewood body wash and his hair looking soft from the shampoo and conditioner. He wears black jeans that hug his thick thighs, a green graphic t-shirt which is a little tight, accentuating his fit upper body and strong arms. For shoes he wears so converse he must've found in the room and he smells like cologne so I'm guessing he found that as well.

"Wow." I swallow and my eyes widen when I realize I said it out loud.

He smirks at me, "Like what you see, gorgeous?"

I awkwardly nod my head and he chuckles. He steps close to me, reaching to grab my waist, the pleasurable tingles returning. "You look pretty amazing yourself."

I lean into him, and like how he makes me feel short.

Well... I am short. I'm only 5'4 but hey, canon Bonnie was only 5'2. So I'm taller than her!

I can smell his breath from here, spearmint toothpaste.

"Did you use someone's toothbrush?" I ask him.

He shakes his head. "No, that's gross. I found a spare in the bathroom cupboard." He tells me.

"Good." I chuckle and smile up at him as he rubs my waist soothingly.

"Let's get you home." I tell him.

He frowns, "And where is home?"

"Mystic Falls." I answer.

Taking his hand, I intertwine our fingers and lead him out of the house, walking toward where I parked. "You're gonna compel yourself a house."

He nods along as I talk, letting me pull him around where I want.

"We need to talk about some things on the drive and also decide some important things."

"Very vague." He hums.

I say. "I'll explain once in the car."

And I do. As I start up the little car, and set off driving home, the conversation begins.

"So, first things first. We're mates, which I didn't know was a thing until recently. Also, I'm sixteen so it may have to be down low for now because you're older but we're destined for each other so it's not some big deal." I ramble out and he nods.

"Okay." He says, looking at me with a smile before he looks back out the window. He seems to be soaking in the sights he's yet to see in decades.

"Also, I have six other mates..." I trail off, waiting for a reaction.

"That's great." He smiles.

"What?" I ask in shock, having been anticipating anger.

"I think that's great. We can all work to protect you and love you so much. You'll be the most loved boy in the world." He sets a hand on my thigh.

"Uh... okay." I hum in confusion. "You won't get jealous?"

"Oh I'm already jealous that I'll need to share you and your love. But they'll be your mates too and I'd never be selfish with you, not matter how much I want to."

He squeezes my thick sweetly and I feel my chest warm at his sweet words.

'Damn I'm lucky.'

"Now, what else do you want to tell me?" He asks.

"Once you compel yourself a house, I need your help destroying the rest of Augustine."

"Revenge." Enzo grins, patting my thigh teasingly. "I like it."

~~~

Enzo compelled himself a nice sized house with a good yard maybe two miles away from my house.

The house is one master bedroom with a master bath, 4 other bedrooms, 3 more bathrooms, a large open kitchen and living room, an office, a laundry room, and then a couple acres of land, mostly tree covered.

There is an old lady living there all alone. A widow who never bore a child and has no friends or family. She is compelled but not an insane amount. She knows about the supernatural but can't disclose about what we are and can't invite people in without permission. She actually appreciates the company.

She stays in her master bedroom, while Enzo takes a guest one, making it his own.

Just a couple nights later, we're planning our attack on Augustine.

Enzo gathers the things I ask and sets up my spell area in the wooded acres of his house.

I stand in a clearing with a table in front of me that I had Enzo carry out here. On top of the table is a bowl of water, three candles, a knife and a little voodoo doll.

I found this magic in an old grimoire on voodoo. It was more widely practiced by the witches in New Orleans but my ancestors used it as well.

I have a paper with the list of names in front of me and double check I have everything I need.

"Do I need to do anything else?" Enzo asks.

I shake my head. "No, I already spelled the doll and the binding agents so I only need to focus my magic with the help of nature, a little blood, and finish the ritual."

Enzo nods and I light the candles before I lift the knife and cut my palm, dripping blood into the bowl of water.

"Let me heal you." Enzo walks out and pricks takes my hand into his own.

I pricks his fang on his thumb and a drop of blood forms from it. He rubs the blood over my cut and it heals, leaving only a small red mark behind.

"Thank you." I tell him and he nods, stepping back to his spot.

Reaching my hand to cup some water, I splash it onto the doll as I speak the first name connected to Augustine.

I repeat this as I focus my magic into binding these people to the doll.

I soon speak the last name on the list and feel the spell click into place as their lives link to the doll.

"It's ready." I say and lift the doll.

I don't stab it because that would be odd of multiple people (36 to be exact) died of stab wounds randomly with no weapon present.

Instead I start by focusing an aneurysm spell on the doll. I feel it take affect and smile as I know I'm hurting awful people. I'm not hurting innocents like Wes's nephew, just those directly involved and in the know.

I focus on affecting the heart. Creating aches and speeding it up until I make them go through a heartache that lasts until they die. When the last of the 36 takes their final breath, the doll crumbles to dust.

"Done." I turn to Enzo. "Augustine can't hurt anyone ever again."

I'm quickly enveloped into strong, warm arms my face smushed against strong pecs.

I wrap my arms around Enzo and hum happily as I feel so comfortable.

"Thank you, gorgeous." He kisses the top of my head. "Thank you so much."

He slowly pulls just inches back and moves to cup my cheeks. "Can I kiss you?"

I bite my bottom lip but his thumb catches it and pulls it out from under my teeth.

Blood rushes south as I feel his thumb brushing over my bottom lip.

"Yes." I whisper and am swept into the best possible first kiss one could ask for.

~~~