The moment he closed the door, Damon’s phone rang.
“Caroline?” he said when answering.
“Damon, can I speak to Elena?” Caroline asked. “She won’t answer my calls”
“She’s a little distracted” Damon said. “Maybe I can help” he offered.
“You could, but I don’t think you will” Caroline sighed.
“Try me” Damon said a little tired.
“Would you come to the station and call Bonnie so we can find out where she is? I tried, but she won’t answer my phone calls. Maybe she will answer you” Caroline said not very hopeful.
“I won’t have to see her, right? Just call her?” Damon wanted to make sure.
“No, you just have to call her and stay in conversation with her long enough to find out where she is” Caroline assured him.
“Okay, just give me second” Damon said and he hung up. “Elena?” he said to the door. “I’m leaving, but I’m coming back. You don’t have to stay in that room”
No answer. Damon sighed and raced to the front door, getting outside.
Five minutes later he arrived at the police station where Sherrif Forbes, one of her deputies and Caroline were waiting for him.
“You have no idea how grateful I am you’re doing this” Caroline said breathless.
“Yeah, whatever” Damon said. “So, I just have to call her?”
“Wait, we need to connect your phone onto our machine” Liz said. Damon pulled out his phone and gave it to the sheriff, who attached it to the machine. “Okay, go for it”
Damon dialed Bonnie’s number, while a part, a big part, of him wished she wouldn’t answer. But as soon as he wanted to end the call he heard a click.
“Damon?” a female voice said.
“Katherine?” Damon exclaimed.
“Why would you call this number?” Katherine asked highly agitated.
“What are you doing with Bonnie’s phone?” Damon asked, more curious than anything else.
“Since when do we call the bitch by first name again?” Katherine asked.
“Did you hurt her?” Damon asked quickly. He signed at Caroline she had to go to the location the machine had marked.
“So what if I did? You wouldn’t care, now would you?” Katherine said now really nervous. “You wouldn’t, would you?” she repeated accenting, when Damon didn’t answer.
“No, of course not, but unfortunately there are people who still care about her and those people I care about” Damon said.
“Well, I don’t-” The conversation was over.
Damon looked at Liz. “Can I go now?”
Liz nodded and gave him back his phone. “You want to come with us?”
“No, and you shouldn’t go either. Katherine’s no match for you, Liz” Damon said. “I’m going home”
Once home he went straight to his bedroom, to find Elena being gone. That didn’t mean anything, she could be in another part of the house. “Elena?” Damon shouted. When he didn’t hear an answer he walked to her bedroom. The closet and drawers were open and though they weren’t empty he could see some of the clothes were missing. She had left.
“Caroline?” he said when answering.
“Damon, can I speak to Elena?” Caroline asked. “She won’t answer my calls”
“She’s a little distracted” Damon said. “Maybe I can help” he offered.
“You could, but I don’t think you will” Caroline sighed.
“Try me” Damon said a little tired.
“Would you come to the station and call Bonnie so we can find out where she is? I tried, but she won’t answer my phone calls. Maybe she will answer you” Caroline said not very hopeful.
“I won’t have to see her, right? Just call her?” Damon wanted to make sure.
“No, you just have to call her and stay in conversation with her long enough to find out where she is” Caroline assured him.
“Okay, just give me second” Damon said and he hung up. “Elena?” he said to the door. “I’m leaving, but I’m coming back. You don’t have to stay in that room”
No answer. Damon sighed and raced to the front door, getting outside.
Five minutes later he arrived at the police station where Sherrif Forbes, one of her deputies and Caroline were waiting for him.
“You have no idea how grateful I am you’re doing this” Caroline said breathless.
“Yeah, whatever” Damon said. “So, I just have to call her?”
“Wait, we need to connect your phone onto our machine” Liz said. Damon pulled out his phone and gave it to the sheriff, who attached it to the machine. “Okay, go for it”
Damon dialed Bonnie’s number, while a part, a big part, of him wished she wouldn’t answer. But as soon as he wanted to end the call he heard a click.
“Damon?” a female voice said.
“Katherine?” Damon exclaimed.
“Why would you call this number?” Katherine asked highly agitated.
“What are you doing with Bonnie’s phone?” Damon asked, more curious than anything else.
“Since when do we call the bitch by first name again?” Katherine asked.
“Did you hurt her?” Damon asked quickly. He signed at Caroline she had to go to the location the machine had marked.
“So what if I did? You wouldn’t care, now would you?” Katherine said now really nervous. “You wouldn’t, would you?” she repeated accenting, when Damon didn’t answer.
“No, of course not, but unfortunately there are people who still care about her and those people I care about” Damon said.
“Well, I don’t-” The conversation was over.
Damon looked at Liz. “Can I go now?”
Liz nodded and gave him back his phone. “You want to come with us?”
“No, and you shouldn’t go either. Katherine’s no match for you, Liz” Damon said. “I’m going home”
Once home he went straight to his bedroom, to find Elena being gone. That didn’t mean anything, she could be in another part of the house. “Elena?” Damon shouted. When he didn’t hear an answer he walked to her bedroom. The closet and drawers were open and though they weren’t empty he could see some of the clothes were missing. She had left.
Damon raced outside and got into his car. He turned around the keys and drove onto the street. He then pushed the accelerator pedal and raced ahead.
He tried to keep his eyes open. He should have drunken some blood, if only just a little bit. He could almost feel his body breaking inside. But he had to stay awake long enough to get to the hospital.
Other drivers were hooting, because he drove from right to left and from left to right.
“Where did you get your driving license?!” someone yelled angry.
Damon felt his eyes fall down. The car drove for another few yards, while other drivers tried to avoid it.
Then the car drove off the road, turned over three times, landed on its upper side and caught fire.
He tried to keep his eyes open. He should have drunken some blood, if only just a little bit. He could almost feel his body breaking inside. But he had to stay awake long enough to get to the hospital.
Other drivers were hooting, because he drove from right to left and from left to right.
“Where did you get your driving license?!” someone yelled angry.
Damon felt his eyes fall down. The car drove for another few yards, while other drivers tried to avoid it.
Then the car drove off the road, turned over three times, landed on its upper side and caught fire.
