Five days later.
Derek was rushing through the kitchen, setting the breakfast mesa, tabela when slow footsteps were heard on the stairs. Derek raced to the stairs and tried to help Damon keep his balance. Damon tried to push him away, but was too weak.
“I made breakfast” Derek said.
“Gee, thanks” Damon mumbled sarcastic. He shuffled to the cozinha and fell down on a chair. He looked down at the mesa, tabela and picked up the blood bag. “This is breakfast?” he asked Derek.
“You have to drink it, Damon” Derek insisted. “It’s been five days. You will die if you don’t”
Damon shrugged. “Then I guess I will” he said careless. “Elena’s blood is the last blood I’ve drunk”
“You didn’t drink her blood” Derek exclaimed. How many times did he have to say it? “There were two women in your room. One sounded exactly like Elena, probably the chick I met in that bar on Elena’s birthday, remember?”
Damon frowned. “You mean Katherine?”
“I guess, if that’s her name” Derek said. “And then there was another one with a British accent”
“Rebekah” Damon said. He shook his head confused. “I don’t get it. Where you there?”
“No, but I heard everything” Derek said with big eyes. “Rebekah forced you to watch how Katherine did something to Elena, something painful. And then Katherine compelled Elena to think you attacked her and Rebekah compelled you to think the same. And she compelled you to stop drinking any kinds of blood”
Damon looked at him as if he was gone mad. “That” he said. “is a whole load of crap”
“But it’s the truth” Derek said desperate.
“Sure it is” Damon said hoarse. He rubbed his eyes. “If you don’t mind I’m going to lay on the sofá a bit”
He got up difficult and staggered to the sitting room.
Derek was rushing through the kitchen, setting the breakfast mesa, tabela when slow footsteps were heard on the stairs. Derek raced to the stairs and tried to help Damon keep his balance. Damon tried to push him away, but was too weak.
“I made breakfast” Derek said.
“Gee, thanks” Damon mumbled sarcastic. He shuffled to the cozinha and fell down on a chair. He looked down at the mesa, tabela and picked up the blood bag. “This is breakfast?” he asked Derek.
“You have to drink it, Damon” Derek insisted. “It’s been five days. You will die if you don’t”
Damon shrugged. “Then I guess I will” he said careless. “Elena’s blood is the last blood I’ve drunk”
“You didn’t drink her blood” Derek exclaimed. How many times did he have to say it? “There were two women in your room. One sounded exactly like Elena, probably the chick I met in that bar on Elena’s birthday, remember?”
Damon frowned. “You mean Katherine?”
“I guess, if that’s her name” Derek said. “And then there was another one with a British accent”
“Rebekah” Damon said. He shook his head confused. “I don’t get it. Where you there?”
“No, but I heard everything” Derek said with big eyes. “Rebekah forced you to watch how Katherine did something to Elena, something painful. And then Katherine compelled Elena to think you attacked her and Rebekah compelled you to think the same. And she compelled you to stop drinking any kinds of blood”
Damon looked at him as if he was gone mad. “That” he said. “is a whole load of crap”
“But it’s the truth” Derek said desperate.
“Sure it is” Damon said hoarse. He rubbed his eyes. “If you don’t mind I’m going to lay on the sofá a bit”
He got up difficult and staggered to the sitting room.
Katherine ran to Fell’s church and climbed down. Rebekah had grabbed the phone out her hands and told her how stupid she was.
“They’re using you to find that witch, you idiot!” she had snapped.
Katherine hurried to the tomb and opened it. “Get out” she said to the weak Bonnie, who was lying close to the door. Katherine grabbed her hand and Bonnie shrieked. It was the hand with the hurt finger. “Come on, get out. I need to mover you” Katherine said agitated. She dragged her out of the tomb, ignoring her cries.
But as soon as Bonnie was out of the tomb Katherine felt two hands on her shoulders that pushed her forward. She fell and turned around to see Caroline helping Bonnie stand up. “What the hell are you doing?” she asked. Caroline looked up. “I can ask you the same question” she fired back. She bit her wrist and forced Bonnie to drink, so her wounds would heal. “Come on, I’ll bring you home”
“Where is that?” Bonnie asked depressed.
“They’re using you to find that witch, you idiot!” she had snapped.
Katherine hurried to the tomb and opened it. “Get out” she said to the weak Bonnie, who was lying close to the door. Katherine grabbed her hand and Bonnie shrieked. It was the hand with the hurt finger. “Come on, get out. I need to mover you” Katherine said agitated. She dragged her out of the tomb, ignoring her cries.
But as soon as Bonnie was out of the tomb Katherine felt two hands on her shoulders that pushed her forward. She fell and turned around to see Caroline helping Bonnie stand up. “What the hell are you doing?” she asked. Caroline looked up. “I can ask you the same question” she fired back. She bit her wrist and forced Bonnie to drink, so her wounds would heal. “Come on, I’ll bring you home”
“Where is that?” Bonnie asked depressed.