âDamon, I feel sickâ Elena moaned. The racing had made her feel nauseous. And her neck beat painful. Damon braked, but kept Elena in his arms.
He examined Elenaâs wound. âThat looks awfulâ
âIt hurtsâ she complained. Her face was withdrawn and she gagged, but didnât throw up. Damon pulled her up and held her with one arm. His other arm he brought to his mouth and bit. He held the wound against Elenaâs lips. âNoâ Elena groaned. âI donât want that. Itâs disgustingâ
âYou have no choice. Iâm not letting you dieâ Damon said. âCome on, drinkâ
Elena averted...
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âIt hurtsâ she complained. Her face was withdrawn and she gagged, but didnât throw up. Damon pulled her up and held her with one arm. His other arm he brought to his mouth and bit. He held the wound against Elenaâs lips. âNoâ Elena groaned. âI donât want that. Itâs disgustingâ
âYou have no choice. Iâm not letting you dieâ Damon said. âCome on, drinkâ
Elena averted...
A few hours later.
Jeremy lied in his bed, his eyes squeezed. He would force himself to sleep. He had been running for hours, helped Alaric with some chores, cleaned up his room, and now he was really tired. Sleeping shouldnât be a problem. He would give in to the night.
The windows swung open, the glass shattered and rained down on the floor. Jeremy raised up and crawled backwards against the head of his bed. He saw a pencil floating in the air, but knew either Vicky or Anna was holding it. âWhat, youâre going to write âDonât sleepâ on my wall? I have to sleep, I canât...
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Jeremy lied in his bed, his eyes squeezed. He would force himself to sleep. He had been running for hours, helped Alaric with some chores, cleaned up his room, and now he was really tired. Sleeping shouldnât be a problem. He would give in to the night.
The windows swung open, the glass shattered and rained down on the floor. Jeremy raised up and crawled backwards against the head of his bed. He saw a pencil floating in the air, but knew either Vicky or Anna was holding it. âWhat, youâre going to write âDonât sleepâ on my wall? I have to sleep, I canât...
Rachel stroke her fingers through her hair. âOh my God. What have I done?â she mumbled agitated. âThink, Rachel, thinkâ She looked around. Then she grabbed Gabeâs feet and dragged him to the farthest corner.
She ran to the stairs and went to the kitchen where she searched the drawers for matches. In her panic she forgot she had been living here for about twenty years and the matches lay in the second drawer next to the cupboard underneath the sink ever since. She pulled it open and grabbed the matches. Then she opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Malt Whisky. She ran back downstairs to the body. She opened the bottle of Malt and poured its content over the body. Then she stroke a match and let it fall down and watch how Gabe went up into flames.
As she watched him burn a sudden agony fulfilled her body and she dropped the bottle. She fell down on her knees and felt her body contracting and convulsing while she screamed.
She ran to the stairs and went to the kitchen where she searched the drawers for matches. In her panic she forgot she had been living here for about twenty years and the matches lay in the second drawer next to the cupboard underneath the sink ever since. She pulled it open and grabbed the matches. Then she opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Malt Whisky. She ran back downstairs to the body. She opened the bottle of Malt and poured its content over the body. Then she stroke a match and let it fall down and watch how Gabe went up into flames.
As she watched him burn a sudden agony fulfilled her body and she dropped the bottle. She fell down on her knees and felt her body contracting and convulsing while she screamed.
