Elena and Derek were both in the Boarding House. Elena was wearing matching trousers and shirt and her hair was in a ponytail. There was a determined expression on her face and she aimed a stake at Derek. He grabbed her arm and turned it around.
“Oww, oww, oww” Elena moaned and Derek let go of her.
“You’re going to have to be a lot faster” Derek reproached.
Elena drove the stake in his stomach and he gasped. “Is that fast enough?” Derek nodded and he pulled the stake out. He gave it back to Elena. “Do you need blood?” Elena asked.
“I’m good” Derek said. He lifted his hand and wanted to slap her, but she grabbed his hand and staked him again. “You’re getting better” Derek said, while he pulled out the stake again.
“Or maybe you’re just not trying” Elena said.
Derek kept silent for a few seconds. Then he grabbed Elena by her throat and threw her against the wall, next to the front door.
As Elena scribbled up, the door opened and Damon entered.
“Oww, oww, oww” Elena moaned and Derek let go of her.
“You’re going to have to be a lot faster” Derek reproached.
Elena drove the stake in his stomach and he gasped. “Is that fast enough?” Derek nodded and he pulled the stake out. He gave it back to Elena. “Do you need blood?” Elena asked.
“I’m good” Derek said. He lifted his hand and wanted to slap her, but she grabbed his hand and staked him again. “You’re getting better” Derek said, while he pulled out the stake again.
“Or maybe you’re just not trying” Elena said.
Derek kept silent for a few seconds. Then he grabbed Elena by her throat and threw her against the wall, next to the front door.
As Elena scribbled up, the door opened and Damon entered.
She bent on her knees and her hands glided over the earth. She didn’t know what she was going to find, but a strong feeling inside of her told her there was something underneath the earth. Something she needed to find.
And so she started digging with her hands. Soon her hands were wounded and dirty, but she just kept digging.
She carried on for what seemed like hours, her hands bleeding, until her fingers touched something solid. She dug faster and more fiercely, until she saw the object. When she saw Damon’s body she couldn’t breathe anymore. She covered her mouth and tears rolled over her face. She was too late.
She pulled him out of the pit and held him in her arms.
And so she started digging with her hands. Soon her hands were wounded and dirty, but she just kept digging.
She carried on for what seemed like hours, her hands bleeding, until her fingers touched something solid. She dug faster and more fiercely, until she saw the object. When she saw Damon’s body she couldn’t breathe anymore. She covered her mouth and tears rolled over her face. She was too late.
She pulled him out of the pit and held him in her arms.
