Bonnie and Damon were walking down the path leading to the front door of the Salvatore Boarding House. Bonnie ironed her camisa, camiseta with her hands. “Listen, Damon, it took me a lot of work to make everyone satisfied with the situation. It wouldn’t do much good if tu start spouting out the wrong things, tu know what I mean? And Katherine doesn’t like me that much” she said. Damon looked at the sky. “Now, why would that be?” he dicho sarcastic. Bonnie knocked and five segundos later the door was opened por Katherine. She flew in Damon’s arms. Bonnie pursed her lips and tapped her arm. “That’s my boyfriend you’re clinging on” Katherine ignored Bonnie and let go of Damon. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you” She dragged Damon inside and shut the door right in Bonnies face. She dragged Damon further into the house and pushed him against the wall. “Okay, we’re alone. The witch isn’t here, so tu can talk freely. What’s going on? And don’t say there’s nothing going on, because I know that’s not true” Damon stared at the door. “She can’t hear you, Damon. Only vampiros have that ability. What did she do to you? Did she hit tu with a baseball bat? I tried to call you, but she had your phone and she dicho tu didn’t want to talk to me, because of our fight. How did she know about our fight? Did tu tell her?” she asked insisting. Damon touched his head and groaned soft. “I didn’t tell her a damn thing” he eventually said. “She just found out… How’s Elena?” he asked. Right after he asked that another neurological pain tortured his brain, but he clenched his teeth. Someone didn’t like him asking about Elena. “Good thing you’re asking” Katherine dicho deadly serious. “She hasn’t been here since tu got the hots for Bonnie. She called me to tell me she would live in her house again and that I shouldn’t be worried. Why would I worry about her and why would she care?” Damon frowned his eyebrows, because he was hurting and because he was confused. “Bonnie” he mumbled. Katherine nodded. “She must’ve done something with her mind, like compulsion, but witches can’t compel anyone. They don’t have that power” she dicho frustrated. “Bonnie is capable of más than tu and I can imagine” Damon said. Another attack on his brain. This time Katherine saw how Damon closed his eyes and deeply breathed. “Hey, are tu all right?” “Katherine, I need blood” he said. He looked like he could faint any second, so Katherine nodded. “Okay, just… stay here, alright? Don’t go anywhere and don’t open the door” She raced away.
“Damon, I thought we agreed on something”
Damon groaned and looked aside. Somehow Bonnie had found her way in. Not that it surprised him. “You can put that away, Katherine” she dicho when Katherine came back with four blood bags. “Damon doesn’t want to drink human blood anymore. He knows I don’t like it and he loves me, don’t you, Damon?” “ ‘Till death do us part” Damon answered bitter. A vicious smile appeared on Bonnies face. “Why don’t tu go upstairs and pack your bags, sweetie? I’ll wait here and have a little chat with your friend” Damon reluctantly did what Bonnie asked him to. “He’s a sweetheart, really, but there’s still so much he needs to learn. It’s like I have to raise him all over again. Well, I guess I can’t turn him into a Bram Stoker’s Dracula” Katherine grabbed her por her throat and forced her against the wall. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, but you’re not going to win it. tu might have Damon under control and tu can do some mojo on Elena, but tu don’t fool me that easy. I can rip your head off right now” she growled. “Why don’t you?” Bonnie said. “I dare you” Though she wanted to with every fiber in her body, Katherine knew she couldn’t kill the witch. They needed her.
“Katherine, let go of her” Damon dicho as he joined them with his bags. Katherine let go of Bonnie. “Are tu seriously moving in with her?” she asked with a shot at the bags. Damon nodded. “She’s my girlfriend” he said, like he had to throw up. “Damon, tu don’t have to listen to her” Katherine insisted. “Yes, I do, Katherine” Damon said. He lifted up his bags and walked to the front door. “But-” “Leave it, Katherine!” Damon snapped. He walked outside. Bonnie gave Katherine one last smug smile and waved. “Bye” before she followed Damon outside. Katherine flashed to the door and slammed it.
“Damon, I thought we agreed on something”
Damon groaned and looked aside. Somehow Bonnie had found her way in. Not that it surprised him. “You can put that away, Katherine” she dicho when Katherine came back with four blood bags. “Damon doesn’t want to drink human blood anymore. He knows I don’t like it and he loves me, don’t you, Damon?” “ ‘Till death do us part” Damon answered bitter. A vicious smile appeared on Bonnies face. “Why don’t tu go upstairs and pack your bags, sweetie? I’ll wait here and have a little chat with your friend” Damon reluctantly did what Bonnie asked him to. “He’s a sweetheart, really, but there’s still so much he needs to learn. It’s like I have to raise him all over again. Well, I guess I can’t turn him into a Bram Stoker’s Dracula” Katherine grabbed her por her throat and forced her against the wall. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, but you’re not going to win it. tu might have Damon under control and tu can do some mojo on Elena, but tu don’t fool me that easy. I can rip your head off right now” she growled. “Why don’t you?” Bonnie said. “I dare you” Though she wanted to with every fiber in her body, Katherine knew she couldn’t kill the witch. They needed her.
“Katherine, let go of her” Damon dicho as he joined them with his bags. Katherine let go of Bonnie. “Are tu seriously moving in with her?” she asked with a shot at the bags. Damon nodded. “She’s my girlfriend” he said, like he had to throw up. “Damon, tu don’t have to listen to her” Katherine insisted. “Yes, I do, Katherine” Damon said. He lifted up his bags and walked to the front door. “But-” “Leave it, Katherine!” Damon snapped. He walked outside. Bonnie gave Katherine one last smug smile and waved. “Bye” before she followed Damon outside. Katherine flashed to the door and slammed it.
Cas stroked his hair and tried to keep his breathing under control. Meg didn’t understand. He needed more. He had lied about the pain being back, but he hadn’t lied about needing another dose. He opened the upper buttons of his shirt, suddenly feeling feverish.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one por one.
He leaned against the cold, marble muro and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one por one.
He leaned against the cold, marble muro and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Gerard got inicial from his work. He hung his capa on the rack and walked into the sitting room. He saw Zoey sitting in the couch, escritura something.
“Eh, what are tu doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m escritura a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a segundo later she heard a snap.
“Eh, what are tu doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m escritura a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a segundo later she heard a snap.
