Five days later.
Derek was rushing through the kitchen, setting the breakfast mesa, tabla when slow footsteps were heard on the stairs. Derek raced to the stairs and tried to help Damon keep his balance. Damon tried to push him away, but was too weak.
“I made breakfast” Derek said.
“Gee, thanks” Damon mumbled sarcastic. He shuffled to the cocina and fell down on a chair. He looked down at the mesa, tabla and picked up the blood bag. “This is breakfast?” he asked Derek.
“You have to drink it, Damon” Derek insisted. “It’s been five days. tu will die if tu don’t”
Damon shrugged. “Then I guess I will” he dicho careless. “Elena’s blood is the last blood I’ve drunk”
“You didn’t drink her blood” Derek exclaimed. How many times did he have to say it? “There were two women in your room. One sounded exactly like Elena, probably the chick I met in that bar on Elena’s birthday, remember?”
Damon frowned. “You mean Katherine?”
“I guess, if that’s her name” Derek said. “And then there was another one with a British accent”
“Rebekah” Damon said. He shook his head confused. “I don’t get it. Where tu there?”
“No, but I heard everything” Derek dicho with big eyes. “Rebekah forced tu to watch how Katherine did something to Elena, something painful. And then Katherine compelled Elena to think tu attacked her and Rebekah compelled tu to think the same. And she compelled tu to stop drinking any kinds of blood”
Damon looked at him as if he was gone mad. “That” he said. “is a whole load of crap”
“But it’s the truth” Derek dicho desperate.
“Sure it is” Damon dicho hoarse. He rubbed his eyes. “If tu don’t mind I’m going to lay on the sofá a bit”
He got up difficult and staggered to the sitting room.
Derek was rushing through the kitchen, setting the breakfast mesa, tabla when slow footsteps were heard on the stairs. Derek raced to the stairs and tried to help Damon keep his balance. Damon tried to push him away, but was too weak.
“I made breakfast” Derek said.
“Gee, thanks” Damon mumbled sarcastic. He shuffled to the cocina and fell down on a chair. He looked down at the mesa, tabla and picked up the blood bag. “This is breakfast?” he asked Derek.
“You have to drink it, Damon” Derek insisted. “It’s been five days. tu will die if tu don’t”
Damon shrugged. “Then I guess I will” he dicho careless. “Elena’s blood is the last blood I’ve drunk”
“You didn’t drink her blood” Derek exclaimed. How many times did he have to say it? “There were two women in your room. One sounded exactly like Elena, probably the chick I met in that bar on Elena’s birthday, remember?”
Damon frowned. “You mean Katherine?”
“I guess, if that’s her name” Derek said. “And then there was another one with a British accent”
“Rebekah” Damon said. He shook his head confused. “I don’t get it. Where tu there?”
“No, but I heard everything” Derek dicho with big eyes. “Rebekah forced tu to watch how Katherine did something to Elena, something painful. And then Katherine compelled Elena to think tu attacked her and Rebekah compelled tu to think the same. And she compelled tu to stop drinking any kinds of blood”
Damon looked at him as if he was gone mad. “That” he said. “is a whole load of crap”
“But it’s the truth” Derek dicho desperate.
“Sure it is” Damon dicho hoarse. He rubbed his eyes. “If tu don’t mind I’m going to lay on the sofá a bit”
He got up difficult and staggered to the sitting room.
Tyler opened his eyes and gasped for air. The night was slowly giving in to the día and Tyler was still tied onto that chair.
“Good morning, sunshine” Klaus said, who was sitting in front of him in Indian style. He had a small flask in his left hand. “I hope you’re hungry”
“Can’t tu just let me go already?” Tyler said, who was having trouble breathing. Blood came streaming from his eyes. What was wrong?
“I can’t let tu go” Klaus said. “Not before tu had breakfast” He continued, waving the flask. He scribbled up and opened the flask.
Tyler pressed his lips together, but Klaus easily separated them and poured the blood that was in the flask into his mouth.
“Now tu won’t be so eager to run off, now will you?” Klaus dicho as he untied Tyler.
“Good morning, sunshine” Klaus said, who was sitting in front of him in Indian style. He had a small flask in his left hand. “I hope you’re hungry”
“Can’t tu just let me go already?” Tyler said, who was having trouble breathing. Blood came streaming from his eyes. What was wrong?
“I can’t let tu go” Klaus said. “Not before tu had breakfast” He continued, waving the flask. He scribbled up and opened the flask.
Tyler pressed his lips together, but Klaus easily separated them and poured the blood that was in the flask into his mouth.
“Now tu won’t be so eager to run off, now will you?” Klaus dicho as he untied Tyler.
I could kick myself. Why the hell had I done it? Like the stupid thing was any use to me anyway. Of course I knew why I had done it: boredom and a fuente of entertainment. These two things were precisely the reason why I had done many of the things I had done in my 1000 years of existence.
Now I was running from werewolves. tu could say I was on their "most wanted list" which was definitely not a good thing. hombres lobo hunted in packs and are a very loyal species. It was impossible to know how much of them were after me. Of course I was no stranger to being on the run which is why I never really had any real relationships. Before this…well that was a very long story indeed…