Damon woke up and looked around. It was pitch dark, but he knew actually where he was. He felt blood streaming over his arms and on his naked chest. He looked up and saw the blood was coming from his wrists. The cuffs were cutting in his flesh and due to Bonnies anti-healing spell his wounds wouldn’t heal.
He jerked his arms, but the more he jerked, the sharper the cuffs cut.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you”
Damon looked around, trying to see where she was.
“Each time you do that a little bit of flesh is sliced, so do that for an hour or so and you will be free, but you will also lose your hands” Bonnie said. “Isn’t magic wonderful?”
“Just kill me already” Damon begged.
“What’s the fun in that?” Bonnie said. “I just want to play with you. You’ll be dead when you’re dead, but I promise you I will postpone that moment as long as possible”
She step into the cage and walked to Damon. She unchained one of his hands and cut his arm with a razorblade. She brought the arm to Damon’s face.
“Now be a good boy” Bonnie said sweet. “And feed”
Damon brought his arm to his mouth, opened his mouth and sunk his fangs in his own flesh. It hurt immense, but Damon tightened his bit and drank like he hadn’t fed in ages.
“Good boy”, Bonnie said.
He jerked his arms, but the more he jerked, the sharper the cuffs cut.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you”
Damon looked around, trying to see where she was.
“Each time you do that a little bit of flesh is sliced, so do that for an hour or so and you will be free, but you will also lose your hands” Bonnie said. “Isn’t magic wonderful?”
“Just kill me already” Damon begged.
“What’s the fun in that?” Bonnie said. “I just want to play with you. You’ll be dead when you’re dead, but I promise you I will postpone that moment as long as possible”
She step into the cage and walked to Damon. She unchained one of his hands and cut his arm with a razorblade. She brought the arm to Damon’s face.
“Now be a good boy” Bonnie said sweet. “And feed”
Damon brought his arm to his mouth, opened his mouth and sunk his fangs in his own flesh. It hurt immense, but Damon tightened his bit and drank like he hadn’t fed in ages.
“Good boy”, Bonnie said.
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 by one.
He leaned against the cold, marble wall 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 by one.
He leaned against the cold, marble wall and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Gerard got home from his work. He hung his coat on the rack and walked into the sitting room. He saw Zoey sitting in the couch, writing something.
“Eh, what are you doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m writing 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 second later she heard a snap.
“Eh, what are you doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m writing 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 second later she heard a snap.