Five days later.
Derek was rushing through the kitchen, setting the breakfast bàn when slow footsteps were heard on the stairs. Derek raced to the stairs and tried to help Damon keep his balance. Damon tried to push him away, but was too weak.
“I made breakfast” Derek said.
“Gee, thanks” Damon mumbled sarcastic. He shuffled to the phòng bếp, nhà bếp and fell down on a chair. He looked down at the bàn and picked up the blood bag. “This is breakfast?” he asked Derek.
“You have to drink it, Damon” Derek insisted. “It’s been five days. bạn will die if bạn don’t”
Damon shrugged. “Then I guess I will” he đã đưa ý kiến careless. “Elena’s blood is the last blood I’ve drunk”
“You didn’t drink her blood” Derek exclaimed. How many times did he have to say it? “There were two women in your room. One sounded exactly like Elena, probably the chick I met in that bar on Elena’s birthday, remember?”
Damon frowned. “You mean Katherine?”
“I guess, if that’s her name” Derek said. “And then there was another one with a British accent”
“Rebekah” Damon said. He shook his head confused. “I don’t get it. Where bạn there?”
“No, but I heard everything” Derek đã đưa ý kiến with big eyes. “Rebekah forced bạn to watch how Katherine did something to Elena, something painful. And then Katherine compelled Elena to think bạn attacked her and Rebekah compelled bạn to think the same. And she compelled bạn to stop drinking any kinds of blood”
Damon looked at him as if he was gone mad. “That” he said. “is a whole load of crap”
“But it’s the truth” Derek đã đưa ý kiến desperate.
“Sure it is” Damon đã đưa ý kiến hoarse. He rubbed his eyes. “If bạn don’t mind I’m going to lay on the đi văng a bit”
He got up difficult and staggered to the sitting room.
Derek was rushing through the kitchen, setting the breakfast bàn when slow footsteps were heard on the stairs. Derek raced to the stairs and tried to help Damon keep his balance. Damon tried to push him away, but was too weak.
“I made breakfast” Derek said.
“Gee, thanks” Damon mumbled sarcastic. He shuffled to the phòng bếp, nhà bếp and fell down on a chair. He looked down at the bàn and picked up the blood bag. “This is breakfast?” he asked Derek.
“You have to drink it, Damon” Derek insisted. “It’s been five days. bạn will die if bạn don’t”
Damon shrugged. “Then I guess I will” he đã đưa ý kiến careless. “Elena’s blood is the last blood I’ve drunk”
“You didn’t drink her blood” Derek exclaimed. How many times did he have to say it? “There were two women in your room. One sounded exactly like Elena, probably the chick I met in that bar on Elena’s birthday, remember?”
Damon frowned. “You mean Katherine?”
“I guess, if that’s her name” Derek said. “And then there was another one with a British accent”
“Rebekah” Damon said. He shook his head confused. “I don’t get it. Where bạn there?”
“No, but I heard everything” Derek đã đưa ý kiến with big eyes. “Rebekah forced bạn to watch how Katherine did something to Elena, something painful. And then Katherine compelled Elena to think bạn attacked her and Rebekah compelled bạn to think the same. And she compelled bạn to stop drinking any kinds of blood”
Damon looked at him as if he was gone mad. “That” he said. “is a whole load of crap”
“But it’s the truth” Derek đã đưa ý kiến desperate.
“Sure it is” Damon đã đưa ý kiến hoarse. He rubbed his eyes. “If bạn don’t mind I’m going to lay on the đi văng a bit”
He got up difficult and staggered to the sitting room.
Tyler opened his eyes and gasped for air. The night was slowly giving in to the ngày and Tyler was still tied onto that chair.
“Good morning, sunshine” Klaus said, who was sitting in front of him in Indian style. He had a small flask in his left hand. “I hope you’re hungry”
“Can’t bạn just let me go already?” Tyler said, who was having trouble breathing. Blood came streaming from his eyes. What was wrong?
“I can’t let bạn go” Klaus said. “Not before bạn had breakfast” He continued, waving the flask. He scribbled up and opened the flask.
Tyler pressed his lips together, but Klaus easily separated them and poured the blood that was in the flask into his mouth.
“Now bạn won’t be so eager to run off, now will you?” Klaus đã đưa ý kiến as he untied Tyler.
“Good morning, sunshine” Klaus said, who was sitting in front of him in Indian style. He had a small flask in his left hand. “I hope you’re hungry”
“Can’t bạn just let me go already?” Tyler said, who was having trouble breathing. Blood came streaming from his eyes. What was wrong?
“I can’t let bạn go” Klaus said. “Not before bạn had breakfast” He continued, waving the flask. He scribbled up and opened the flask.
Tyler pressed his lips together, but Klaus easily separated them and poured the blood that was in the flask into his mouth.
“Now bạn won’t be so eager to run off, now will you?” Klaus đã đưa ý kiến as he untied Tyler.