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ENOCH LOOKED AT the man in front of him with a bottle bourbon

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ENOCH LOOKED AT the man in front of him with a bottle bourbon. The man has an aura of dark around him, that's not just him being a vampire. He probably doesn't have his humanity on. Hmm. All the more fun.

"So what's your name?" Enoch asked Mr. Icy Blue Eyes.

"Damon Salvatore. What's yours?"

"Hmm I don't know if I should tell you. You know you're not supposed to give your name to strangers."

"Well you know my name so now we're not strangers." Alright there Pennywise calm down.

"Fine. I'm Enoch."

"No last name?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"Not yet," Enoch said leaning forward toward Damon, "you have to earn it."

Damon smirked, "I'm sure I can find a way to do that."

•—•

Enoch made it all the way back to Ingrid's house before he realized he never got more sparkling grape juice.

"Fuck!" he dropped his face onto the steering wheel. He took a deep breath before getting out of the car. He crept through the house to Ingrid's room and quietly shut the door. When he turned around he saw Ingrid lying on the bed smirking at him.

"Have fun?" she asked, "Where are you hiding that bottle!"

"Shut up." he grumbled before smiling. He took his clothes, leaving him in his boxers, and flopped on the bed.

"Was it good?"

"Sooo good, babe."

"That's all you're gonna tell me? Wow and here I thought we were best friends."

"Oh you shut up. It was fan-fucking-tastic. Damn that man sure knows how to fuck."

"Yeah? Well you know it's not gonna happen again though, right?"

"Damn you just had to go and say that." she laughed at his disappointment before opening her arms. He curled up next to her and she ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead.

"I love you" Enoch said.

"I love you too"

•—•

"Did you hear Vicki Donovan got attacked by a vampire last night?" Some random girl said the her friend. Ingrid and Enoch shared a look. A look which translated to one thing. Oh Shit.

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