Stefan and Rebekah were driving. They had stopped to get their selves a late night snack and now they were on their way home.
“Can tu try and call Damon for me, please?” Stefan asked, his eyes on the road. Rebekah conjured her phone and dialed Damon’s number, which Stefan had dado her.
“Goes straight to voicemail” Rebekah said. She turned to Stefan. “I’m sure he’ll be okay. He’s got that boy looking out for him”
Stefan shook his head. “Derek’s just a teenager. Damon was in no good shape when I last saw him. I think he might be really sick”
“Then let’s go check on him, so tu can make sure” Rebekah suggested. “Wait, stop here”
Stefan parked the car and they both got out. They were at a part of the calle that was marked with yellow tape. Stefan walked to a passenger and made him stop. “Excuse me, could tu tell me what happened here?”
“An accident” the man replied. “A terrible car accident. He was probably drunk, the way he drove. Then the car got off the road and turned over a few times and caught fire. He died”
“Where is he?” Stefan asked.
“Stefan? I think I found his car” Rebekah shouted.
“Thank tu so much for your help” Stefan sad to the man. He then turned around and ran to Rebekah.
“Is this his car?” Rebekah asked.
“Hard to tell” Stefan said. The car was completely wrecked. He walked to the back and tried to find the license plate. “It’s his”
“Well, where is he?” Rebekah asked.
“That man dicho he died” Stefan said. “The police was here. So my guess is that they’ve taken him to the mausoleum”
“Ehm, Stefan, has it occurred to tu that they might cremate him?” Rebekah said.
Stefan nodded. “We have to find him” he dicho tensed.
“Can tu try and call Damon for me, please?” Stefan asked, his eyes on the road. Rebekah conjured her phone and dialed Damon’s number, which Stefan had dado her.
“Goes straight to voicemail” Rebekah said. She turned to Stefan. “I’m sure he’ll be okay. He’s got that boy looking out for him”
Stefan shook his head. “Derek’s just a teenager. Damon was in no good shape when I last saw him. I think he might be really sick”
“Then let’s go check on him, so tu can make sure” Rebekah suggested. “Wait, stop here”
Stefan parked the car and they both got out. They were at a part of the calle that was marked with yellow tape. Stefan walked to a passenger and made him stop. “Excuse me, could tu tell me what happened here?”
“An accident” the man replied. “A terrible car accident. He was probably drunk, the way he drove. Then the car got off the road and turned over a few times and caught fire. He died”
“Where is he?” Stefan asked.
“Stefan? I think I found his car” Rebekah shouted.
“Thank tu so much for your help” Stefan sad to the man. He then turned around and ran to Rebekah.
“Is this his car?” Rebekah asked.
“Hard to tell” Stefan said. The car was completely wrecked. He walked to the back and tried to find the license plate. “It’s his”
“Well, where is he?” Rebekah asked.
“That man dicho he died” Stefan said. “The police was here. So my guess is that they’ve taken him to the mausoleum”
“Ehm, Stefan, has it occurred to tu that they might cremate him?” Rebekah said.
Stefan nodded. “We have to find him” he dicho tensed.
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 tu to find that witch, tu idiot!” she had snapped.
Katherine hurried to the tomb and opened it. “Get out” she dicho 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 dicho 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 tu doing?” she asked. Caroline looked up. “I can ask tu 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 tu home”
“Where is that?” Bonnie asked depressed.
“They’re using tu to find that witch, tu idiot!” she had snapped.
Katherine hurried to the tomb and opened it. “Get out” she dicho 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 dicho 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 tu doing?” she asked. Caroline looked up. “I can ask tu 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 tu home”
“Where is that?” Bonnie asked depressed.