Damon walked into the living room, finding Bonnie going through her cupboards. “That bitch really got me. Look at my neck” she said bitter. Damon grabbed her arm and forced her to turn around. All of the fear he had felt since she jinxed him was gone and now all she could read on his face was fury. “Let go of me, Damon” she said with a cold voice, though she couldn’t hide the tremble. Damon brought his face to hers and looked her straight in the eye. He wasn’t going to compel her, he knew he wasn’t strong enough. “What have you done to Elena? You said you wouldn’t hurt her” he said soft but threatening. “I didn’t hurt her” Bonnie said scared. “She’s happy, isn’t that a good thing?” Damon put his hand on her throat and squeezed it. “No, it isn’t. She believes everything to be okay, when it’s not. What if Klaus comes back and does something to her? She’s not careful anymore and Stefan’s gone, so he can’t protect her. And thanks to you neither can I” he hissed angry. Bonnie tried to swallow, but Damon’s grip was too tight. She wanted to mind-torture him, but couldn’t. She could hardly breathe. Damon loosened his grip a bit, so she could at least talk. “Katherine can protect her” Bonnie said hoarse. “That’s why I didn’t bewitch her, so she could keep an eye on Elena” Damon chuckled, but then was serious again. “Well, aren’t you noble then. You didn’t let Katherine off the hook so she could keep Elena safe. You’re afraid of her. You’re scared she will harm you, and you were right” he said with a nod at Bonnies neck. He grabbed her hair and let his fangs sink in her flesh. She screamed, but Damon tightened his grip and fiercely drank her blood.
Rachel stroke her fingers through her hair. “Oh my God. What have I done?” she mumbled agitated. “Think, Rachel, think” She looked around. Then she grabbed Gabe’s 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.