Five days later.
Derek was rushing through the kitchen, setting the breakfast tavolo 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 cucina and fell down on a chair. He looked down at the tavolo 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. te will die if te don’t”
Damon shrugged. “Then I guess I will” he detto 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 te there?”
“No, but I heard everything” Derek detto with big eyes. “Rebekah forced te to watch how Katherine did something to Elena, something painful. And then Katherine compelled Elena to think te attacked her and Rebekah compelled te to think the same. And she compelled te 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 detto desperate.
“Sure it is” Damon detto hoarse. He rubbed his eyes. “If te don’t mind I’m going to lay on the divano a bit”
He got up difficult and staggered to the sitting room.
Derek was rushing through the kitchen, setting the breakfast tavolo 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 cucina and fell down on a chair. He looked down at the tavolo 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. te will die if te don’t”
Damon shrugged. “Then I guess I will” he detto 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 te there?”
“No, but I heard everything” Derek detto with big eyes. “Rebekah forced te to watch how Katherine did something to Elena, something painful. And then Katherine compelled Elena to think te attacked her and Rebekah compelled te to think the same. And she compelled te 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 detto desperate.
“Sure it is” Damon detto hoarse. He rubbed his eyes. “If te don’t mind I’m going to lay on the divano a bit”
He got up difficult and staggered to the sitting room.
She bent on her knees and her hands glided over the earth. She didn’t know what she was going to find, but a strong feeling inside of her told her there was something underneath the earth. Something she needed to find.
And so she started digging with her hands. Soon her hands were wounded and dirty, but she just kept digging.
She carried on for what seemed like hours, her hands bleeding, until her fingers touched something solid. She dug faster and più fiercely, until she saw the object. When she saw Damon’s body she couldn’t breathe anymore. She covered her mouth and tears rolled over her face. She was too late.
She pulled him out of the pit and held him in her arms.
And so she started digging with her hands. Soon her hands were wounded and dirty, but she just kept digging.
She carried on for what seemed like hours, her hands bleeding, until her fingers touched something solid. She dug faster and più fiercely, until she saw the object. When she saw Damon’s body she couldn’t breathe anymore. She covered her mouth and tears rolled over her face. She was too late.
She pulled him out of the pit and held him in her arms.
