Matt tried to get the front door open, but failed, while Bonnie tried to call someone. When after her sixth attempt no one had picked up, she had to fight the urge to throw her cell into the wall. She turned to Keith. “Can you try the phone, please?” she asked a little irritated. Keith was just sitting there, being useless. Keith stood slowly and walked to the phone. He picked up the horn, but heard nothing. “The phone’s dead” he noted, sounding not very surprised. He walked back to Bonnie. Matt had gone upstairs to see if he could open one of the windows.
“Maybe we should stay in” Keith started careful. “I know Veronica wouldn’t try to hurt us. We’re human. I think she’s actually trying to keep us safe”
“What does that even matter? She has Jeremy! She shot him! You really think I’m going to stay here, while she’s doing God knows what to him?” Bonnie snapped angry. They heard footsteps as Matt returned. Bonnie looked hopeful at him, but he shook his head.
“No one’s picking up. Worst case scenario, Veronica got to them” Bonnie made a calculation. “But she wouldn’t get to Damon so easily. He’s not going to leave Elena’s side”
Matt conjured his phone and dialed Damon’s number.
“Matt, what the hell is going on?” Damon spoke the moment he answered. Matt let out a sigh of relief and Bonnie thanked God for finally being on their side.
“It’s Veronica” Matt answered quickly. “She invited us over, but now-” The signal died and Matt looked at his phone. “Oh, come on, you have to be kidding me” He looked at the others.
“My phone’s dead, too” Bonnie said defeated.
“I don’t have a cell phone” Keith pulled his shoulder apologetic. Bonnie and Matt traded glances. Who on earth didn’t own a cell phone?
“So, what, we’re stuck here? I tried to break the windows, but she even made that impossible. Maybe she’s working with a witch” Matt suggested. Bonnie frowned, Matt had given her something to think about.
“I think I have an idea” she said slowly and mysterious.
“Maybe we should stay in” Keith started careful. “I know Veronica wouldn’t try to hurt us. We’re human. I think she’s actually trying to keep us safe”
“What does that even matter? She has Jeremy! She shot him! You really think I’m going to stay here, while she’s doing God knows what to him?” Bonnie snapped angry. They heard footsteps as Matt returned. Bonnie looked hopeful at him, but he shook his head.
“No one’s picking up. Worst case scenario, Veronica got to them” Bonnie made a calculation. “But she wouldn’t get to Damon so easily. He’s not going to leave Elena’s side”
Matt conjured his phone and dialed Damon’s number.
“Matt, what the hell is going on?” Damon spoke the moment he answered. Matt let out a sigh of relief and Bonnie thanked God for finally being on their side.
“It’s Veronica” Matt answered quickly. “She invited us over, but now-” The signal died and Matt looked at his phone. “Oh, come on, you have to be kidding me” He looked at the others.
“My phone’s dead, too” Bonnie said defeated.
“I don’t have a cell phone” Keith pulled his shoulder apologetic. Bonnie and Matt traded glances. Who on earth didn’t own a cell phone?
“So, what, we’re stuck here? I tried to break the windows, but she even made that impossible. Maybe she’s working with a witch” Matt suggested. Bonnie frowned, Matt had given her something to think about.
“I think I have an idea” she said slowly and mysterious.
They heard the door close and wondered who came barging in, until a familiar, female and British voice solved the mystery.
“Anyone home?” Rebekah called from downstairs.
“Ugh” Damon sighed. “I’ll go” He stood up and walked to the door, but when he wanted to open it, the door was slammed in his face and Rebekah barged in. She held a guy in her right hand and a blood bag in her left hand.
“What are you doing here?” Elena asked tired.
“I came to apologize” Rebekah explained flighty, while she tossed the bag to Damon. “I was wrong to bite you. It’s just that I busted Stefan smooching with that vamp strumpet and you look like her, so I got carried away. I don’t understand what it is that draws Stefan to women with your appearances. You’re not even that pretty”
“I appreciate your honesty” Elena commented sarcastically.
“Hey, I’m as open as your legs were last night” Rebekah replied blunt and Elena’s cheeks turned red.
“Anyone home?” Rebekah called from downstairs.
“Ugh” Damon sighed. “I’ll go” He stood up and walked to the door, but when he wanted to open it, the door was slammed in his face and Rebekah barged in. She held a guy in her right hand and a blood bag in her left hand.
“What are you doing here?” Elena asked tired.
“I came to apologize” Rebekah explained flighty, while she tossed the bag to Damon. “I was wrong to bite you. It’s just that I busted Stefan smooching with that vamp strumpet and you look like her, so I got carried away. I don’t understand what it is that draws Stefan to women with your appearances. You’re not even that pretty”
“I appreciate your honesty” Elena commented sarcastically.
“Hey, I’m as open as your legs were last night” Rebekah replied blunt and Elena’s cheeks turned red.
Rachel stroke her fingers through her hair. “Oh my God. What have I done?” she mumbled agitated. “Think, Rachel, think” She looked around. Then she grabbed Gabe’s feet and dragged him to the farthest corner.
She ran to the stairs and went to the cozinha where she searched the drawers for matches. In her panic she forgot she had been living here for about twenty years and the matches lay in the segundo drawer seguinte to the cupboard underneath the sink ever since. She pulled it open and grabbed the matches. Then she opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Malt Whisky. She ran back downstairs to the body. She opened the bottle of Malt and poured its content over the body. Then she stroke a match and let it fall down and watch how Gabe went up into flames.
As she watched him burn a sudden agony fulfilled her body and she dropped the bottle. She fell down on her knees and felt her body contracting and convulsing while she screamed.
She ran to the stairs and went to the cozinha where she searched the drawers for matches. In her panic she forgot she had been living here for about twenty years and the matches lay in the segundo drawer seguinte to the cupboard underneath the sink ever since. She pulled it open and grabbed the matches. Then she opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Malt Whisky. She ran back downstairs to the body. She opened the bottle of Malt and poured its content over the body. Then she stroke a match and let it fall down and watch how Gabe went up into flames.
As she watched him burn a sudden agony fulfilled her body and she dropped the bottle. She fell down on her knees and felt her body contracting and convulsing while she screamed.
Elena took a deep breath and started running down the hill. However, the grama on the colina started growing really fast and pushed Elena back. Elena angry pushed the grama away and came halfway the hill.
Then the earth started shaking and Elena rolled down.
The road that led to the open field cracked open and Elena’s feet got stuck in one of the cracks.
“Ha, damn it!” she cursed and she pulled her leg, but she couldn’t mover it. The crack grew bigger and soon she fell in a whole. A deep one.
She looked up and saw how the crack slowly closed again.
“Elena”
Elena grabbed the mural which was raw and cut her hands open, but she didn’t care. With a fierce determination she climbed up and out of the crack. She crawled away from the crack, dodged the other cracks and reached the open field.
Then the earth started shaking and Elena rolled down.
The road that led to the open field cracked open and Elena’s feet got stuck in one of the cracks.
“Ha, damn it!” she cursed and she pulled her leg, but she couldn’t mover it. The crack grew bigger and soon she fell in a whole. A deep one.
She looked up and saw how the crack slowly closed again.
“Elena”
Elena grabbed the mural which was raw and cut her hands open, but she didn’t care. With a fierce determination she climbed up and out of the crack. She crawled away from the crack, dodged the other cracks and reached the open field.
