Katherine entered the Boarding House. She wasn’t the kind of vampire that got bossed around and so she would tell Damon she wasn’t going to take his crap. After all, it wasn’t her fault Rebekah had forced her blood on Elena and neither could she help it Rebekah had compelled Stefan not to stop her. She had warned them to drink vervain, but no, don’t listen to Katherine, listen to Bitchekah, who you barely even know.
She walked into the living room and was shocked by what she saw. Damon was sitting in a triangle of fire and Bonnie was holding his hands. Breathing heavy she walked to the fire, grabbed Bonnies arm and pulled her back forcefully, breaking the contact she had with Damon.
Bonnies eyes flashed open. “Katherine, what are you doing?” she shouted devastated. But Katherine was busy blowing out the candles. When that was done she kneeled next to Damon and tried to wake him up. “Damon, wake up” she said agitated and shook him. When he didn’t move an inch, she turned to Bonnie, who stared helplessly at the scene. “What did you do?”
“I was helping him” Bonnie said. “I know you don’t believe it, but it’s true. Everyone’s telling him to get over himself and I’m trying to help him with that. Everything was going fine, until you came barging in”
“Well, bring him back. Wake him up” Katherine said nervous.
“That’s the problem. I don’t know if I can” Bonnie said. Katherine grabbed by her throat. “You can’t or you won’t?” she snarled.
“Definitely can’t” Bonnie answered, looking from the corner of her eye to the triangle. Katherine averted her head. Damon was gone. “Where did he go?” “Probably where his subconscious is” “And where is that?” Katherine asked frustrated. “Not here, obviously” Bonnie said.
“Can you get him back?” Katherine asked.
“Maybe” Bonnie said vaguely. She relit the candles and sat down on her knees. As she said a spell Katherine paced up and down. The ticking noise of her high heels, was highly annoying. “Can you stand still?” Bonnie asked annoyed.
“Can you bring Damon back?” Katherine fired back, standing still.
“I’m trying” Bonnie snapped.
“Try harder” Katherine snapped.
“Don’t push me” Bonnie snapped.
Katherine clapped her tongue annoyed and started pacing around again.
She walked into the living room and was shocked by what she saw. Damon was sitting in a triangle of fire and Bonnie was holding his hands. Breathing heavy she walked to the fire, grabbed Bonnies arm and pulled her back forcefully, breaking the contact she had with Damon.
Bonnies eyes flashed open. “Katherine, what are you doing?” she shouted devastated. But Katherine was busy blowing out the candles. When that was done she kneeled next to Damon and tried to wake him up. “Damon, wake up” she said agitated and shook him. When he didn’t move an inch, she turned to Bonnie, who stared helplessly at the scene. “What did you do?”
“I was helping him” Bonnie said. “I know you don’t believe it, but it’s true. Everyone’s telling him to get over himself and I’m trying to help him with that. Everything was going fine, until you came barging in”
“Well, bring him back. Wake him up” Katherine said nervous.
“That’s the problem. I don’t know if I can” Bonnie said. Katherine grabbed by her throat. “You can’t or you won’t?” she snarled.
“Definitely can’t” Bonnie answered, looking from the corner of her eye to the triangle. Katherine averted her head. Damon was gone. “Where did he go?” “Probably where his subconscious is” “And where is that?” Katherine asked frustrated. “Not here, obviously” Bonnie said.
“Can you get him back?” Katherine asked.
“Maybe” Bonnie said vaguely. She relit the candles and sat down on her knees. As she said a spell Katherine paced up and down. The ticking noise of her high heels, was highly annoying. “Can you stand still?” Bonnie asked annoyed.
“Can you bring Damon back?” Katherine fired back, standing still.
“I’m trying” Bonnie snapped.
“Try harder” Katherine snapped.
“Don’t push me” Bonnie snapped.
Katherine clapped her tongue annoyed and started pacing around again.
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.
Meg opened the door of a motel room and helped Cas inside. She guided him to the single bed and put him down. She gently pushed him down and he opened his eyes a little. She walked to the bathroom and dampened a towel.
She walked back into the room and sank down on the bed. Unlike Meg’s Cas’ clothes hadn’t been restored. Meg opened the ruined and bloodstained hospital shirt and dabbed his wounds with the towel.
Cas groaned from pain.
“You don’t have to do this” he said weak. “I will heal eventually”
“I know” Meg said absent-minded. She stared at Cas’ body. Even with all the cuts he still looked…jumpable.
“But thanks for the gesture” Cas said with a weak smile.
Meg continued nursing his injuries. “You know” she said. “If I was still human, I’d fall for you”
Cas gave her another weak smile, before he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
She walked back into the room and sank down on the bed. Unlike Meg’s Cas’ clothes hadn’t been restored. Meg opened the ruined and bloodstained hospital shirt and dabbed his wounds with the towel.
Cas groaned from pain.
“You don’t have to do this” he said weak. “I will heal eventually”
“I know” Meg said absent-minded. She stared at Cas’ body. Even with all the cuts he still looked…jumpable.
“But thanks for the gesture” Cas said with a weak smile.
Meg continued nursing his injuries. “You know” she said. “If I was still human, I’d fall for you”
Cas gave her another weak smile, before he closed his eyes and fell asleep.