Cas scribbled up and walked to the bed where he sat down. Meg walked to him and also sat down. “Let me see” she said soft and she reached for the buttons on his shirt, but Cas pulled away.
“It’s just a scratch” he objected.
“Don’t be ridiculous” Meg replied and she opened the buttons. She shoved the shirt over his shoulders and then went sitting behind him so she could take a good look at the wound. “It’s not that deep. I think I can stitch it myself” She stood from the bed and looked around. “If I were a needle and a thread, where would I be?” She took a deep breath. “Wait here, I’ll be right back” She left the room.
Fourteen minutes later she came back with a needle, a thread and a bottle of alcohol. She walked to the bed and sat behind Cas. She opened the bottle and poured some of the drank of Cas’ shoulder. Cas gasped and then clenched his teeth. Meg gave him the bottle and Cas drank. Meg prepared the needle and thread and then began to stitch.
“You have to sit still” Meg reproached Cas when he pulled his shoulders.
“Well, I’m sorry, it hurts” Cas snapped in defense. “Your lover boy tried to kill me”
“If you hadn’t been here nothing would’ve happened” Meg fired back.
“You can’t expect me to sit and wait at home while you’re…screwing around with some random guy” Cas muttered.
“You weren’t supposed to know” Meg replied a little frustrated. “You don’t have the right to be jealous. I’m not your girlfriend” She finished the stitching. “I’m done”
Cas stood from the bed and turned to Meg.
“You and I…it really didn’t mean anything to you, did it? I was just your…sex buddy” Cas realized bitter.
“I never lied to you about that. I told you I don’t love you” Meg tried to defend herself. She walked to the door and walked past Cas. She turned to Cas. “You should get some rest”
She jerked her eyes off Cas’ naked chest and walked away.
“It’s just a scratch” he objected.
“Don’t be ridiculous” Meg replied and she opened the buttons. She shoved the shirt over his shoulders and then went sitting behind him so she could take a good look at the wound. “It’s not that deep. I think I can stitch it myself” She stood from the bed and looked around. “If I were a needle and a thread, where would I be?” She took a deep breath. “Wait here, I’ll be right back” She left the room.
Fourteen minutes later she came back with a needle, a thread and a bottle of alcohol. She walked to the bed and sat behind Cas. She opened the bottle and poured some of the drank of Cas’ shoulder. Cas gasped and then clenched his teeth. Meg gave him the bottle and Cas drank. Meg prepared the needle and thread and then began to stitch.
“You have to sit still” Meg reproached Cas when he pulled his shoulders.
“Well, I’m sorry, it hurts” Cas snapped in defense. “Your lover boy tried to kill me”
“If you hadn’t been here nothing would’ve happened” Meg fired back.
“You can’t expect me to sit and wait at home while you’re…screwing around with some random guy” Cas muttered.
“You weren’t supposed to know” Meg replied a little frustrated. “You don’t have the right to be jealous. I’m not your girlfriend” She finished the stitching. “I’m done”
Cas stood from the bed and turned to Meg.
“You and I…it really didn’t mean anything to you, did it? I was just your…sex buddy” Cas realized bitter.
“I never lied to you about that. I told you I don’t love you” Meg tried to defend herself. She walked to the door and walked past Cas. She turned to Cas. “You should get some rest”
She jerked her eyes off Cas’ naked chest and walked away.
The next morning
Damon and Elena were lying asleep when someone rang the bell. Elena was fast asleep, so Damon sneaked out of bed and put on his pants from the day before.
“Hurry up, Damon. You don’t want her to bleed to death, do you?”
Damon groaned as he recognized Rebekah’s voice. He walked to the door and opened it and Katherine fell in his arms. She was bleeding from her neck and Damon looked up shocked at the blonde Original, who smirked at him.
“What happened to her?” Damon wanted to know.
“I happened” Elijah answered, stepping forward. “Can we come in?”
“No!” Damon said rude.
“I was merely being polite. Of course we can come in. This house is being hosted by vampires, whom cannot possible deny the admission to an Original. So, why don’t you step aside? We’ve got things to do, plans to make, wars to prepare” Elijah said as he walked past Damon.
Damon and Elena were lying asleep when someone rang the bell. Elena was fast asleep, so Damon sneaked out of bed and put on his pants from the day before.
“Hurry up, Damon. You don’t want her to bleed to death, do you?”
Damon groaned as he recognized Rebekah’s voice. He walked to the door and opened it and Katherine fell in his arms. She was bleeding from her neck and Damon looked up shocked at the blonde Original, who smirked at him.
“What happened to her?” Damon wanted to know.
“I happened” Elijah answered, stepping forward. “Can we come in?”
“No!” Damon said rude.
“I was merely being polite. Of course we can come in. This house is being hosted by vampires, whom cannot possible deny the admission to an Original. So, why don’t you step aside? We’ve got things to do, plans to make, wars to prepare” Elijah said as he walked past Damon.
“Can I come in? This talks so…weird, you know. And if Veronica sees us…” Stefan said warning.
“I’m not afraid of Veronica” Rachel said in such way it sounded like she meant the opposite.
Katherine was dragging Gabe’s corpse to the backside of Rachel’s house. She couldn’t get inside the house, so she opened the window to the basement and pushed Gabe’s body inside. She held his shoulders and let him down carefully. When she thought it was safe she let go. The corpse fell on the basement floor, mute for a human ear, but as Katherine heard the thump, she figured Rachel would’ve too.
“Damn it” she mouthed. She stood and looked around. Rachel was nowhere to be seen and from what Katherine could hear, she was still listening philosophized to Stefan. If Rachel had heard anything, she sure didn’t suspect anything.
“I’m not afraid of Veronica” Rachel said in such way it sounded like she meant the opposite.
Katherine was dragging Gabe’s corpse to the backside of Rachel’s house. She couldn’t get inside the house, so she opened the window to the basement and pushed Gabe’s body inside. She held his shoulders and let him down carefully. When she thought it was safe she let go. The corpse fell on the basement floor, mute for a human ear, but as Katherine heard the thump, she figured Rachel would’ve too.
“Damn it” she mouthed. She stood and looked around. Rachel was nowhere to be seen and from what Katherine could hear, she was still listening philosophized to Stefan. If Rachel had heard anything, she sure didn’t suspect anything.