“Damon, what are we doing here?”
Damon had parked his car in front of Ric’s loft and now a mischievous smile was playing around his lips. “You want your colar back, don’t you?”
Elena shook her head. “No, I don’t miss it” she said.
Damon averted his head to her. “But you need it. There’s vervain in it”
“I’ll drink vervain tea” Elena suggested.
“You can forget” Damon warned. “And it could mix with your other tea”
“And you think my colar is in there?” Elena asked doubtful.
“I know it is” Damon replied. “Katherine told me Rebekah has it”
“And you think she’s just going to hand it over?” Elena asked even mais doubtful.
“Probably not” Damon smirked. “But then again I wasn’t going to ask her” He stepped out of the car and Elena followed him. They walked up the front porch and Damon kicked the door open.
“Hey!” a female voice was heard and an instant later Rebekah appeared from a distance. She walked to them with fierce steps and she lifted her hand to scratch Elena, but Damon grabbed her arm with his right hand.
“Nice necklace. Mind if I take it?” he said and with his left hand he jerked the colar of Rebekah’s neck and gave it to Elena.
“Hey!” she repeated. Apparently her vocabulary was extremely short today.
“Can you wait in the car, Elena?” Damon asked, looking sharp at Rebekah.
“I think I’d rather stay here” Elena replied hesitantly.
“I think you should go home, pick out a dress for tonight” Damon commented.
“Right” Elena said slowly. “Okay, I guess you’ll take it from here. Try not to make too much of a mess. This is still Ric’s loft, you know” She tapped Damon’s back and turned around. She felt Rebekah’s eyes piercing in her back, but reassured por the fact that Damon wouldn’t let Rebekah anywhere near her she walked outside the open door.
Damon had parked his car in front of Ric’s loft and now a mischievous smile was playing around his lips. “You want your colar back, don’t you?”
Elena shook her head. “No, I don’t miss it” she said.
Damon averted his head to her. “But you need it. There’s vervain in it”
“I’ll drink vervain tea” Elena suggested.
“You can forget” Damon warned. “And it could mix with your other tea”
“And you think my colar is in there?” Elena asked doubtful.
“I know it is” Damon replied. “Katherine told me Rebekah has it”
“And you think she’s just going to hand it over?” Elena asked even mais doubtful.
“Probably not” Damon smirked. “But then again I wasn’t going to ask her” He stepped out of the car and Elena followed him. They walked up the front porch and Damon kicked the door open.
“Hey!” a female voice was heard and an instant later Rebekah appeared from a distance. She walked to them with fierce steps and she lifted her hand to scratch Elena, but Damon grabbed her arm with his right hand.
“Nice necklace. Mind if I take it?” he said and with his left hand he jerked the colar of Rebekah’s neck and gave it to Elena.
“Hey!” she repeated. Apparently her vocabulary was extremely short today.
“Can you wait in the car, Elena?” Damon asked, looking sharp at Rebekah.
“I think I’d rather stay here” Elena replied hesitantly.
“I think you should go home, pick out a dress for tonight” Damon commented.
“Right” Elena said slowly. “Okay, I guess you’ll take it from here. Try not to make too much of a mess. This is still Ric’s loft, you know” She tapped Damon’s back and turned around. She felt Rebekah’s eyes piercing in her back, but reassured por the fact that Damon wouldn’t let Rebekah anywhere near her she walked outside the open door.
In zijn nieuwe memoires vertelt de voormalige Backstreet Boys-zanger Nick Carter dat hij nog steeds moet leven met de gevolgen furgão, van zijn vroeger drugs- en alcoholgebruik. "Ik heb er een depressie aan overgehouden", getuigt hij. Voor Carter is het alweer zes jaar geleden sinds zijn laatste drugs- en drankuitspatting. In zijn nieuwste autobiografie "Facing the música and Living to Talk about It" beschrijft hij enxada hij op één nacht een dosis xtc, cocaïne en vodka, vodca achterover sloeg. In het Amerikaanse magazine Touch vertelt hij dat hij er spijt furgão, van heeft. "Dit had ik nooit moeten doen. Die drugs hebben iets kapot gemaakt in mijn hersenen, sindsdien heb ik last furgão, van depressie." De zanger laat ook weten dat hij achteraf gezien beter geen relatie had kunnen beginnen met Paris Hilton. "Toen ik met haar samen was, deden we niets anders als feesten." (Belga / Belga)
Katherine was sitting on a chair. A row of small stakes pinched each arm to the arm-rests and a special kind of muzzle kept her mouth shut. The muzzle also had stakes, smaller than the arm stakes, and they pierced through Katherine’s jaws. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience” Veronica said demeaning. “Actually, I’m not. You had this coming. You broke in here, you threatened me” She took a chair and put it down in front of Katherine. “Such a pity Derek chose the wrong side. If he hadn’t Damon Salvatore would be sitting seguinte to you”
Katherine managed to produce a smirk.
“Oh, don’t be so smug” Veronica sniffed. “I’ll get to him. He’s the one that killed Kelsey. He will die a slow and painful death” she said, mais to herself than to Katherine. She stood up and walked to a corner, where she picked up her cross-bow. “In the meantime” she said, while she aimed the crossbow at Katherine. “I have you to have fun with” and she fired.
Katherine managed to produce a smirk.
“Oh, don’t be so smug” Veronica sniffed. “I’ll get to him. He’s the one that killed Kelsey. He will die a slow and painful death” she said, mais to herself than to Katherine. She stood up and walked to a corner, where she picked up her cross-bow. “In the meantime” she said, while she aimed the crossbow at Katherine. “I have you to have fun with” and she fired.