Heather unlocked the door and looked at Meg who had been leaning against the door in an attempt to hear what they were doing.
“Did Cas throw up?” she asked, trying to sound casual.
“Yeah” Heather answered. “I’m going to need you to clean it up”
“Do I look like a maid to you?” Meg commented offended.
“Of course not, sweetie” Heather smiled weak and she caressed Meg’s cheek. “A maid I would pay. Now, come on, be a doll” And she walked back into the room.
When Meg came back with a mob Heather had taken off her T-shirt and as Meg walked to the vomit spot Heather crawled into the bed and sat astride on Cas. She opened the buttons of his shirt, making Meg stop cleaning.
“What are you doing?” she asked suspicious.
Heather sighed and rolled her eyes. Then she managed to produce a smirk and turned her head to Meg. “Collecting, of course”
“But…” Meg stammered. She frowned a little frustrated and waved at Cas. “He’s not even awake. You can’t do this”
“Oh, he’s awake” Heather said hoarse as she kissed Cas’ chest. “He’s in some kind of rush. He doesn’t really care about what’s happening around him”
“Meg?” Cas mumbled weak.
“What the hell did you give him?” Meg wanted to know.
“Something to take the pain away, like you asked” Heather responded, irritated that Meg was still in the room.
Meg’s eye fell on the briefcase and she wanted to pick it up and open it. However, Heather noticed what she was up to and she climbed off Cas. She jerked the briefcase out of Meg’s hands and dragged Meg to the door.
“I think you’ve seen enough” Heather said sharp. “Go do something. Maybe you can dye your hair again, because, no offense, sweetie, but the blonde? Not your color”
She opened the door and pushed Meg outside.
“Did Cas throw up?” she asked, trying to sound casual.
“Yeah” Heather answered. “I’m going to need you to clean it up”
“Do I look like a maid to you?” Meg commented offended.
“Of course not, sweetie” Heather smiled weak and she caressed Meg’s cheek. “A maid I would pay. Now, come on, be a doll” And she walked back into the room.
When Meg came back with a mob Heather had taken off her T-shirt and as Meg walked to the vomit spot Heather crawled into the bed and sat astride on Cas. She opened the buttons of his shirt, making Meg stop cleaning.
“What are you doing?” she asked suspicious.
Heather sighed and rolled her eyes. Then she managed to produce a smirk and turned her head to Meg. “Collecting, of course”
“But…” Meg stammered. She frowned a little frustrated and waved at Cas. “He’s not even awake. You can’t do this”
“Oh, he’s awake” Heather said hoarse as she kissed Cas’ chest. “He’s in some kind of rush. He doesn’t really care about what’s happening around him”
“Meg?” Cas mumbled weak.
“What the hell did you give him?” Meg wanted to know.
“Something to take the pain away, like you asked” Heather responded, irritated that Meg was still in the room.
Meg’s eye fell on the briefcase and she wanted to pick it up and open it. However, Heather noticed what she was up to and she climbed off Cas. She jerked the briefcase out of Meg’s hands and dragged Meg to the door.
“I think you’ve seen enough” Heather said sharp. “Go do something. Maybe you can dye your hair again, because, no offense, sweetie, but the blonde? Not your color”
She opened the door and pushed Meg outside.
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.