Heather and Isabel were sitting at the cozinha table, having a cup of coffee. Heather had insisted on wanting to know why exactly Isabel had been fired from the police department.
Isabel was about to reproach her cousin for her way of making money when the sino rang.
“I’ll get it” Heather said fast, glad she wouldn’t have to comment. She walked to the door and was slightly surprised to see Cas in the doorway.
“Can I come in?” he asked.
“Yeah, sure” Heather said and she stepped aside. She walked him to the kitchen. “Do you want some coffee?”
“No” Cas replied, looking straight at Isabel, who got a strange vibe.
“Eh, Heather, I have to go” she said slowly, getting up from her chair. She started walking when Cas saw something shining from underneath her jacket. He raced to the drawer and pulled out a knife. He grabbed Heather’s arm and pulled her to him.
“Inspector Roberts!” he shouted.
Isabel turned around and swallowed; Cas was holding the faca against Heather’s throat.
“Give me your gun” he ordered shaking.
Isabel slowly conjured her weapon and gave it to Cas. He threw the faca in the sink and held the gun against Heather’s head.
“Sit down” he ordered.
Heather sank down on her chair.
“You too” Cas snapped to Isabel, who did the same. He turned to Heather. “Where’s your stuff?” he asked agitated.
“What?” Heather asked uncomprehending.
“The drugs you gave me. Where is it?” he snapped, waving with the gun.
“It’s gone. I got rid of it” Heather answered scared.
“You’re lying” Cas commented and he walked to Isabel. He aimed the gun at her. “Where is it?” he asked threatening.
“What do you want it for? Don’t you remember what happened the last time? You’re going to kill yourself” Heather tried to reason with him.
“It’s my body!” Cas exclaimed defensive. “I can do with it whatever I want. Now, where is it?”
Heather, who had tears in her eyes, looked from Isabel to Cas. “It’s in my bedroom”
Cas left the women alone and rushed to Heather’s bedroom.
Isabel was about to reproach her cousin for her way of making money when the sino rang.
“I’ll get it” Heather said fast, glad she wouldn’t have to comment. She walked to the door and was slightly surprised to see Cas in the doorway.
“Can I come in?” he asked.
“Yeah, sure” Heather said and she stepped aside. She walked him to the kitchen. “Do you want some coffee?”
“No” Cas replied, looking straight at Isabel, who got a strange vibe.
“Eh, Heather, I have to go” she said slowly, getting up from her chair. She started walking when Cas saw something shining from underneath her jacket. He raced to the drawer and pulled out a knife. He grabbed Heather’s arm and pulled her to him.
“Inspector Roberts!” he shouted.
Isabel turned around and swallowed; Cas was holding the faca against Heather’s throat.
“Give me your gun” he ordered shaking.
Isabel slowly conjured her weapon and gave it to Cas. He threw the faca in the sink and held the gun against Heather’s head.
“Sit down” he ordered.
Heather sank down on her chair.
“You too” Cas snapped to Isabel, who did the same. He turned to Heather. “Where’s your stuff?” he asked agitated.
“What?” Heather asked uncomprehending.
“The drugs you gave me. Where is it?” he snapped, waving with the gun.
“It’s gone. I got rid of it” Heather answered scared.
“You’re lying” Cas commented and he walked to Isabel. He aimed the gun at her. “Where is it?” he asked threatening.
“What do you want it for? Don’t you remember what happened the last time? You’re going to kill yourself” Heather tried to reason with him.
“It’s my body!” Cas exclaimed defensive. “I can do with it whatever I want. Now, where is it?”
Heather, who had tears in her eyes, looked from Isabel to Cas. “It’s in my bedroom”
Cas left the women alone and rushed to Heather’s bedroom.
Damon raced outside and got into his car. He turned around the keys and drove onto the street. He then pushed the accelerator pedal and raced ahead.
He tried to keep his eyes open. He should have drunken some blood, if only just a little bit. He could almost feel his body breaking inside. But he had to stay awake long enough to get to the hospital.
Other drivers were hooting, because he drove from right to left and from left to right.
“Where did you get your driving license?!” someone yelled angry.
Damon felt his eyes fall down. The car drove for another few yards, while other drivers tried to avoid it.
Then the car drove off the road, turned over three times, landed on its upper side and caught fire.
He tried to keep his eyes open. He should have drunken some blood, if only just a little bit. He could almost feel his body breaking inside. But he had to stay awake long enough to get to the hospital.
Other drivers were hooting, because he drove from right to left and from left to right.
“Where did you get your driving license?!” someone yelled angry.
Damon felt his eyes fall down. The car drove for another few yards, while other drivers tried to avoid it.
Then the car drove off the road, turned over three times, landed on its upper side and caught fire.