While Damon was getting ready to go to bed he heard a knock on his door. He looked up and saw Elena standing in the doorway. “Hey” he said. “What’s wrong?” Elena shrugged and shuffled with her feet. “Come in” Damon said and he waved with his head. Elena accepted his offer and entered his room. She walked slowly to his bed. “I know it’s totally inappropriate, but I’m feeling uncomfortable in my bed, all alone… Can I sleep with you? Just sleep?” she kind of begged. Damon blinked and swallowed. “I don’t know, Elena” “Just sleeping, I promise” she said. Damon sighed. “Well, okay then” he said and he slid as far away as possible so their bodies wouldn’t contact each other. Elena climbed into bed, but unlike Damon’s expectations she came real close to him and lay her head on his naked chest. Her fingers draw circles around his thorax. Damon gently took her fingers and pushed them away. “What are you doing, Elena?” he asked, simply knowing it wasn’t Katherine. Elena didn’t answer, but put herself on top of him. She leaned forward and kissed him passionate on the lips. Damon tried to push her away; he didn’t want this, but then again he did. Elena pushed his hands away and took off her top. She took Damon’s hands and lay them on her breasts. Damon felt how his heart beat raced faster and faster. His whole body shuddered, in a good way and he couldn’t fight it anymore. He rolled over so he was now lying on top of Elena and he kissed her. But Elena wanted more and she moved underneath him. Damon looked down at her body and saw it had changed. It was darker. He looked up and stared in Bonnie’s smug face.
Damon woke up. He gasped for breath and looked around him to make sure Bonnie wasn’t in the same room. It had seemed so real. He could swear he could still feel her fingers on his chest, her breasts in his hands. He was disgusted. Shower, he needed to shower, even though he believed he would never be able to wash this dirt off of him.
Damon woke up. He gasped for breath and looked around him to make sure Bonnie wasn’t in the same room. It had seemed so real. He could swear he could still feel her fingers on his chest, her breasts in his hands. He was disgusted. Shower, he needed to shower, even though he believed he would never be able to wash this dirt off of him.
Isabel opened hearing two where inspector Anderson was still sitting with Andy. She signed and Anderson walked towards. She mumbled something to him and she and Anderson looked at Andy. Andy took a deep breath. He had a bad feeling about this.
Anderson walked behind Andy and ordered him to stand up. He cuffed him. “Andy Baker, I arrest you for the murder on Shannen White”
“What? But I didn’t kill her! I’m innocent!” Andy shouted. Anderson motioned at the guard who walked to them. He took Andy’s arm with a firm grip and forced him out of the room. When they were on the hallway, Andy saw Zoey and Cas standing a few yards further.
“He’s the one! He killed her! He’s the one you’re looking for!” he yelled.
“Mr. Allen has an alibi” Isabel said.
“No! He’s lying! He lies about everything! Emmanuel is not even his real name!” Andy yelled, while the guard dragged him along.
Anderson walked behind Andy and ordered him to stand up. He cuffed him. “Andy Baker, I arrest you for the murder on Shannen White”
“What? But I didn’t kill her! I’m innocent!” Andy shouted. Anderson motioned at the guard who walked to them. He took Andy’s arm with a firm grip and forced him out of the room. When they were on the hallway, Andy saw Zoey and Cas standing a few yards further.
“He’s the one! He killed her! He’s the one you’re looking for!” he yelled.
“Mr. Allen has an alibi” Isabel said.
“No! He’s lying! He lies about everything! Emmanuel is not even his real name!” Andy yelled, while the guard dragged him along.