Kenzie Gilbert: The Possessive Twin (7)

8: A Thankless Night

"What is it?" Bonnie asked.

Enzo unwrapped it slowly to reveal a medium length silver sword, "I'll wager this is what Julian's looking for. Wonder what makes it so special?"

Bonnie gasped, her eyes wide, "I think I've seen that before... when I was doing research on the stone." We both looked at her for a moment. "Let me see what I can dig up."

Bonnie took it from Enzo's hands for a brief second before he yanked it back, both reaching in front of me in the middle of them. "No. I don't need research to tell me which one's the pointy end," Enzo commented, scoffing in disbelief. "What do we need to know?"

"If he wants to kill someone with it, or he's worried about being killed by it," I told him, giving him a pointed look.

"Well, there's one way to find out: ram it through his chest. See what happens," Enzo replied with a shrug.

Bonnie gave him a fake smile, "We know what's not gonna happen. Lily falling hopelessly in love with the person who murdered her sweetheart."

"Not if I make it look like self-defense," Enzo mused, looking the sword over.

I sighed, shaking my head, "Good idea! Go pick a fight with an extremely powerful, unhinged ancient vampire! Should work out great. My husband tried it," I said sarcastically. "I almost died in the process. But maybe you'll have better luck alone."

"Is that a hint of concern for me I detect in your voice?" Enzo cooed, pinching my cheek.

"I say, go ahead and kill each other. Win-win for me!" Bonnie teased. Enzo gave her a dirty look before slamming the trunk shut. "I'll do some research anyways."

"Well, this was uneventful. Drop me off at the Lockwoods?" I asked her. Bonnie nodded.

"I'll let you know how it goes," Enzo called out to us as we walked away.

"Please just wait. Stefan has a plan," I told him. Enzo shrugged but didn't respond. I sighed, shaking my head as I was sure he was definitely going to do something stupid. "Call me tonight! Or I'll assume you're dead!"

***

When I got home, Lily hadn't arrived. But seems Stefan was filling Damon in. "Whatever happened to taking out Julian? Remember him? Killed what would have been your firstborn? You know, I cleared out my entire schedule so we could make that guy count worms... Unless you're too busy baking," the older brother was rambling.

Stefan sighed, "Julian knows that I want him dead, so our next move needs to be smart. We're probably only gonna have one more shot at this."

Not quite following the whole Martha Stewart strategy, to be honest... I mean, we had a thanksgiving brunch. Now a thanksgiving dinner? For who? I get your wife eats a lot, Stefan, but did you have to make more food?" Damon scoffed while I shot him a dirty look.

"Stop talking about my eating habits you fucking prick," I spat.

"Kitten, you're home," Damon mumbled, wincing.

Stefan smiled, "Hi, wife."

"Hello, handsome," I grinned back,  wrapping an arm around his shoulder to kiss his cheek.

The doorbell went off then. "I'll get that," Damon said, happy to excuse himsel.

Stefan hurried after him, "I am planning on recruiting an ally tonight."

Damon froze to glance at us in confusion. He continues down the foyer with us following him as he answered the door to find Lily with a glass dish, smiling timidly, "I brought cranberries!" She said, looking around at the three of us.