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 tu 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! tu 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, tu have to be kidding me” He looked at the others.
“My phone’s dead, too” Bonnie dicho 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 dado her something to think about.
“I think I have an idea” she dicho 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! tu 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, tu have to be kidding me” He looked at the others.
“My phone’s dead, too” Bonnie dicho 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 dado her something to think about.
“I think I have an idea” she dicho slowly and mysterious.
Title: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles por Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles por Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
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Ok so I was just randomly listening to the 2 songs off the TVD soundtrack from episode 1x01 and 3x19...and I noticed something that blew my mind. I just thought I'd share it. We all know how influential the música can be as far as foreshadowing goes. This analysis just furthers my belief that Delena were meant to be all along and from the very beginning.
So when Elena is going to the cemetery in the very first episode of season 1, unbeknownst to her, Damon is hiding in the fog watching her. While this is going on, the song in the background (Say All I Need por One Republic) has lyrics that go "All I need is the air I breathe, and a place to rest my head."
In season 3 episode 19, Damon and Elena finally kiss passionately. The accompanying song (Never Let Me Go por Florence and The Machine) has a verse that says "I found the place to rest my head."
I see what tu did there TVD crew :-)
So when Elena is going to the cemetery in the very first episode of season 1, unbeknownst to her, Damon is hiding in the fog watching her. While this is going on, the song in the background (Say All I Need por One Republic) has lyrics that go "All I need is the air I breathe, and a place to rest my head."
In season 3 episode 19, Damon and Elena finally kiss passionately. The accompanying song (Never Let Me Go por Florence and The Machine) has a verse that says "I found the place to rest my head."
I see what tu did there TVD crew :-)