“You’re looking for Elena?” he asked frowning.
Damon smirked. “No, Ricky, I was hoping te could do me the honor of being my data tonight” he detto sarcastic.
“Sorry, Damon, you’re too old” Alaric joked back. Then he was serious again. “Ehm, Elena left five minuti ago”
“She did?” Damon asked confused.
“Yeah” Alaric said. “Hey, why don’t te just get inside, pour yourself a drink, then I’ll change clothes and go with you. Jeremy can come with us”
He step aside so Damon could get in. Alaric walked upstairs and Damon went into the cucina and leaned against the dresser. He didn’t understand. Elena was supposed to go with him.
He shivered as if someone had opened all windows in the house. He sank down on the floor and his head automatically rotated to his right side. There was a cacciavite lying successivo to him. Damon had no idea who put it there, but he felt like it was there for him to use. And so he picked up the tool and stabbed his forearm. “Aaaaaahhh!!!” he screamed.
Alaric wanted to run downstairs, but an invisible force made him stay where he was.
Damon stabbed his arm again and screamed again, while blood covered his arm.
The door slammed open and Jeremy ran in. He heard the screams and headed to the kitchen, where he saw Damon sitting on the ground, stabbing his arm over and over again.
“Jesus” Jeremy cursed and he walked to Damon. “What the hell are te doing? Stop it!”
Damon stabbed his arm.
“Stop hurting yourself, already! We’ve got Bonnie for that”
Hearing her name made Damon startle.
“I’m sorry” Jeremy quickly said. “Just stop stabbing your…self…Hey, what are te doing? mostra me your arm” He took Damon’s arm and looked at the letters. HELP. He looked back at Damon. “I will help you, but then te have to tell me exactly how to break the spell”
Damon looked up at Jeremy as if he only saw him now. “You’re not wearing your ring” he noticed.
