Rebekah and Stefan were walking hand in hand in the shopping street when Rebekah squeezed Stefan’s hand and nodded in front of her.
“Isn’t that your friend?” she asked. She nodded at Elena who was walking their way, though she didn’t seem to notice them. They accelerated their steps until they reached her.
“Hi, Elena” Stefan said.
Elena startled and put out her earphones. “Stefan, geez, you’re going to get me a heart attack someday”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you” Stefan apologized with raised hands. “Rebekah saw you walking”
Elena looked at the girl who smiled at her.
“How’s your neck?” she asked pointed at the bandage on Elena’s neck.
“Fine” Elena said. “Still itches like crazy, though”
“You know you can always get some of my blood, if you want to” Stefan suggested. Elena shook her head. “No. This will remind me of what Damon has done” she said determined.
“I still can’t believe he would do that” Stefan said confused. “But I went to him a few days ago and he’s really beating himself up about it. Maybe you should go talk to him, work things out”
Elena frowned her eyebrows. “No, I’m not talking to him. I don’t want to have anything to do with him. He’s had his chance, he blew it” she said angry.
Stefan wanted to try and change her mind, but Rebekah linked her arm with Elena’s. “Hey, why don’t we go waste our money on overly expensive clothing and shoes and makeup? And then we can go and have some coffee or tea. What do you say?”
And before Elena could accept or decline Rebekah dragged her along.
“Isn’t that your friend?” she asked. She nodded at Elena who was walking their way, though she didn’t seem to notice them. They accelerated their steps until they reached her.
“Hi, Elena” Stefan said.
Elena startled and put out her earphones. “Stefan, geez, you’re going to get me a heart attack someday”
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you” Stefan apologized with raised hands. “Rebekah saw you walking”
Elena looked at the girl who smiled at her.
“How’s your neck?” she asked pointed at the bandage on Elena’s neck.
“Fine” Elena said. “Still itches like crazy, though”
“You know you can always get some of my blood, if you want to” Stefan suggested. Elena shook her head. “No. This will remind me of what Damon has done” she said determined.
“I still can’t believe he would do that” Stefan said confused. “But I went to him a few days ago and he’s really beating himself up about it. Maybe you should go talk to him, work things out”
Elena frowned her eyebrows. “No, I’m not talking to him. I don’t want to have anything to do with him. He’s had his chance, he blew it” she said angry.
Stefan wanted to try and change her mind, but Rebekah linked her arm with Elena’s. “Hey, why don’t we go waste our money on overly expensive clothing and shoes and makeup? And then we can go and have some coffee or tea. What do you say?”
And before Elena could accept or decline Rebekah dragged her along.
The next morning.
Jo woke up, because someone was banging the door.
“Mr. Allen? Open the door!” a female voice said.
Jo stumbled out of bed and wiped her eyes. She walked to the door and opened it. There were two inspectors, a man and a woman.
“Good morning, miss. I’m inspector Roberts, this is my colleague inspector Williams” Isabel said, showing her badge. “We need to talk to Emmanuel Allen. We were told we could find him here”
Jo frowned and shook her head. “I don’t know anyone with that name. You have the wrong house”
Inspector Williams searched in his bag and conjured a picture. “Maybe this might help you?” he said. Jo’s eyes widened and she took the picture. “I know him” she admitted. “But his name’s not Emmanuel. It’s Castiel”
Jo woke up, because someone was banging the door.
“Mr. Allen? Open the door!” a female voice said.
Jo stumbled out of bed and wiped her eyes. She walked to the door and opened it. There were two inspectors, a man and a woman.
“Good morning, miss. I’m inspector Roberts, this is my colleague inspector Williams” Isabel said, showing her badge. “We need to talk to Emmanuel Allen. We were told we could find him here”
Jo frowned and shook her head. “I don’t know anyone with that name. You have the wrong house”
Inspector Williams searched in his bag and conjured a picture. “Maybe this might help you?” he said. Jo’s eyes widened and she took the picture. “I know him” she admitted. “But his name’s not Emmanuel. It’s Castiel”