Leaning his head back against the suede head rest, the former Augustine vampire scrutinized the building looming outside his side window carefully. He'd been summoned here by some unknown entity who'd told him they could help bring Damon back from the dead.

Of course, Enzo had been sceptical. It had already been three months since Damon had died-three months since Enzo had lost his only friend. He'd been searching tirelessly all that time for a way to get Damon back ever since, but he hadn't found anything. So, when a text from a blocked number had shown up on his cellphone, saying they had the way to get him what he wanted, he had suspected some sort of set up.

However, he'd made the decision to show up, regardless. He didn't want to throw away the chance that whoever had texted him might actually be telling the truth. Getting Damon back was worth risking his own life for.

He just hoped this wasn't another dead end.

Enzo took a deep breath, using his preternatural sight to scope out the place, taking careful note of its winding, spiral-like towers and its dark, grey colour. It looked like a medieval ruin of some sort, which gave Enzo pause. He didn't know there was any place like this in Virginia.

Shrugging mentally, he threw caution to the wind and got out of the car, setting the alarm behind him. After hearing it beep, he headed straight for the seemingly derelict property; it was time to find out exactly what he was doing here.

The rain hit him like a shower of shattered glass. Luckily, he was parked literally right in front of the building's entrance-and, strangely, the front door was wide open.

He entered, feeling a faint sense of trepidation. There were no lights on inside, but he could still see perfectly-and what he saw was like nothing he'd ever seen before.

The walls were polished stone, curving around to match the twisting halls, and carved into the stone were strings of words in what Enzo recognized as Latin. Beneath his feet was a long satin carpet that extended all the way to the end of the corridor.

The thing that most intrigued Enzo, however, were the candles; unlit, they hovered a few meters above his head, suspended in the air as if by an invisible thread-but there was no thread.

Enzo crossed the hall slowly, unable to stop himself from glancing at every inch of his surroundings. It was rare that he saw something that could captivate him like this; being a vampire, he'd started to think he'd seen everything. It was both heartening and unsettling to know that that wasn't the truth.

At the end of the hall, Enzo came to a single room that was illuminated-by acid green flames that were crackling in the marble fireplace at the far side. In the center of the room, there was a burgundy velvet armchair, and in it sat a woman.

When Enzo walked into the room, the woman stood from her chair and stepped into the fire light, so her face was thrown into sharp relief. She had pale, slightly freckled skin and piercing blue-gray eyes. Dark hair fell in curtains that ended just past her shoulders, and, pushed back the way it was, showed the glimmering amulet that hung from a silver chain around her neck.

As Enzo took in her features, he was surprised to find that he recognized her.

"Do I know you?" he queried by way of a greeting, forehead creasing as he tried to place why the woman seemed familiar.

She put the pieces together for him.

"I've seen you with Alaric Saltzman-he and I are seeing each other," she explained with a small smile. "My name is Josette Laughlin. You can call me Jo."

The vampire's frown deepened a fraction.

"Are you the one who contacted me?" he queried shrewdly, arching one of his dark brown eyebrows as he looked her over.

Jo inclined her head in an affirmative.

"I am," she confirmed without hesitation. "I know about what happened to your friend, Damon; I'm a witch, and I have the power to bring him back."

Far from pleasing Enzo, that revelation only confused him.

"If you know about what happened to Damon, then you know that he's a vampire. Most witches I've met have hated vampires. Why would you want to help bring him back to life?" he retorted, folding his arms across his chest.

Jo lifted one of her shoulders in a shrug.

"Most witches do hate your kind," she admitted. "But not me-or my coven.

The vampire's other eyebrow rose to join the first.

"Your coven?" he repeated dubiously. He had a strange feeling that he knew where this conversation was headed.

And he was right.

"The Gemini coven," Jo replied, just as he'd suspected she would, an enigmatic gleam in her crystal blue eyes. "We have a long history of working with vampires, and it just so happens that your friend Damon is someone we are very interested in working with."

Enzo wasn't entirely sure what to think about that; he knew Damon wouldn't be keen on working with a coven he knew nothing about-and Enzo wasn't keen on being used by witches or anyone else.

"You know I can't promise he'll want to work with you, even if you help me resurrect him," the vampire stated flatly. "And if you're thinking of somehow magically altering his mind so he will…" He let the sentence dangle with an unspoken threat. He wasn't going to allow his friend to be manipulated.

Jo held up her palms in a gesture of surrender.

"Just having him back in the world will be enough for us. We aren't the type to manipulate or try to control our allies," she defended truthfully.

She paused, making sure Enzo could see that she was being completely honest with him before finishing. "I don't want anything from you, Lorenzo-except to help you get your friend back."

"You'll forgive me if I don't take your words at face value," Enzo shot back, cynicism and disbelief evident in his heavily accented voice. "I've been screwed over more than enough times to know that a favour like this never comes without a catch."

The witch shrugged for a second time.

"Like I said, my coven wants Damon Salvatore back from oblivion just as much as you do. So, it's a mutually beneficial thing. All I want from you is your help with completing the ritual."

There was a brief silence while Enzo stared her down, searching her porcelain-skinned visage for any traces of deception, any reason why he shouldn't trust this woman. He wanted to be absolutely certain before he committed to anything; after all, it wasn't just himself he was putting on the line here.

When he found only sincerity in Jo's unwavering gaze, he took a deep breath and finally broke the silence.

"You have it, then," he relented. "What do I have to do?"

By way of a response, the witch snapped her fingers, and one of the leather-bound books on the shelf above the fireplace flew into her hand, falling open to a page about a quarter of the way through.

"Bringing someone back from oblivion isn't the same as bringing them back from the other side when they're a supernatural being," she declared matter-of-factly, tracing a finger along the lines of the page; she paused again before elaborating, "The most important thing is to have sacred ground and the blood of someone with a strong connection to who you want to resurrect."

"Sacred ground?" Enzo repeated curiously; that was definitely an ironic thing to need for a spell like this.

Appearing to share his thoughts, Jo huffed out a quiet laugh.

"Yes," she said. "A church, to be more specific-and ideally, one close to where your friend died. And the other item we need would be the blood of Stefan Salvatore."

Enzo's frown returned. Getting to a church near where Damon had died would be rather difficult, considering that Mystic Falls was currently a no-vampire zone-and witchcraft wouldn't worth there, either.

He was about to say as much, but Jo seemed to reading mind because she offered a solution before he'd even told her the problem.

"I know that getting inside the town where he died is currently impossible for people like us; so, we don't need to use a church in the immediate vicinity-just one as close as we can get," she suggested. "But I'm assuming the other item won't be a problem?"

Enzo didn't even need to think about it before shaking his head.

"No. Stefan Salvatore will give me his blood. He wants Damon back just as much as I do," he affirmed without hesitation. "I just have to make a call in order to find out where he is."

Jo looked at him for a long time without speaking, almost as if she were assessing him. Then, finally, she seemed satisfied because her smile widened.

"You do that and I'll take care of finding the church. I'll let you know when I've found it and you can meet me when you have what we need. Deal?" the dark-haired witch asked him.

The vampire bit the inside of his cheek.

"Deal," he agreed after a beat, deciding that, although he was taking a big risk by trusting this woman he hardly knew, it was worth it if he could see Damon again. He would get Damon back-no matter what it took.

As he turned to make his exit, he pulled his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans and pressed the number 2 on his speed dial before raising the device up to his ear.

"Ric," he said when the line was picked up. "You can tell Stefan to stop his search. I found our solution and it requires his help."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line before Alaric replied.

"Yeah, about that…I don't know actually know where Stefan is. He's stopped answering all of our calls and texts."

Enzo stopped in his tracks. "What do you mean?" he shot back, not liking Alaric's tone.

He heard the other man sigh.

"I mean, he's not where we all thought he was, which means I don't think he's searching for a way to bring Damon back anymore," Alaric elaborated helplessly.

"Then, what the hell is he doing?" Enzo spit furiously, his free hand curling into a fist at his side.

"I don't know," Alaric replied honestly. "I've been feeding him leads for the last few weeks, leaving them on his voicemail and thinking that he was following them, but I don't think he is."

Enzo had to force himself not to growl at that news.

"I'll find him," he promised before hanging up and turning back to Jo. "Well, it looks like I'm going to be needing a little more assistance than we originally thought."

Jo held up a hand, waving it dismissively.

"I thought you might-and I came prepared," she pulled a map out of her coat pocket and unfolded it so he could have a look. "I did a locator spell on Stefan before I contacted you, and he's in Savannah."

Enzo took the map from her outstretched hands and examined it closely. He knew what a locator spell looked like and the piece of parchment bore the unmistakeable signs of one.

He exhaled heavily.

"I'll get his blood-and some answers," he declared softly, stuffing the map into his jacket. "Thank you," he called to Jo over his shoulder before walking out of the room without another word.

He left the building in a huff, lips compressing into a thin line. He couldn't believe that Stefan wasn't looking for Damon-he was Damon's brother, and everyone was counting on him.

Enzo let out a snort. Maybe it was time that he found out just how much Stefan was disappointing all his friends this time.