Stefan and Rebekah were driving. They had stopped to get their selves a late night snack and now they were on their way home.
“Can you try and call Damon for me, please?” Stefan asked, his eyes on the road. Rebekah conjured her phone and dialed Damon’s number, which Stefan had given her.
“Goes straight to voicemail” Rebekah said. She turned to Stefan. “I’m sure he’ll be okay. He’s got that boy looking out for him”
Stefan shook his head. “Derek’s just a teenager. Damon was in no good shape when I last saw him. I think he might be really sick”
“Then let’s go check on him, so you can make sure” Rebekah suggested. “Wait, stop here”
Stefan parked the car and they both got out. They were at a part of the street that was marked with yellow tape. Stefan walked to a passenger and made him stop. “Excuse me, could you tell me what happened here?”
“An accident” the man replied. “A terrible car accident. He was probably drunk, the way he drove. Then the car got off the road and turned over a few times and caught fire. He died”
“Where is he?” Stefan asked.
“Stefan? I think I found his car” Rebekah shouted.
“Thank you so much for your help” Stefan sad to the man. He then turned around and ran to Rebekah.
“Is this his car?” Rebekah asked.
“Hard to tell” Stefan said. The car was completely wrecked. He walked to the back and tried to find the license plate. “It’s his”
“Well, where is he?” Rebekah asked.
“That man said he died” Stefan said. “The police was here. So my guess is that they’ve taken him to the mausoleum”
“Ehm, Stefan, has it occurred to you that they might cremate him?” Rebekah said.
Stefan nodded. “We have to find him” he said tensed.
“Can you try and call Damon for me, please?” Stefan asked, his eyes on the road. Rebekah conjured her phone and dialed Damon’s number, which Stefan had given her.
“Goes straight to voicemail” Rebekah said. She turned to Stefan. “I’m sure he’ll be okay. He’s got that boy looking out for him”
Stefan shook his head. “Derek’s just a teenager. Damon was in no good shape when I last saw him. I think he might be really sick”
“Then let’s go check on him, so you can make sure” Rebekah suggested. “Wait, stop here”
Stefan parked the car and they both got out. They were at a part of the street that was marked with yellow tape. Stefan walked to a passenger and made him stop. “Excuse me, could you tell me what happened here?”
“An accident” the man replied. “A terrible car accident. He was probably drunk, the way he drove. Then the car got off the road and turned over a few times and caught fire. He died”
“Where is he?” Stefan asked.
“Stefan? I think I found his car” Rebekah shouted.
“Thank you so much for your help” Stefan sad to the man. He then turned around and ran to Rebekah.
“Is this his car?” Rebekah asked.
“Hard to tell” Stefan said. The car was completely wrecked. He walked to the back and tried to find the license plate. “It’s his”
“Well, where is he?” Rebekah asked.
“That man said he died” Stefan said. “The police was here. So my guess is that they’ve taken him to the mausoleum”
“Ehm, Stefan, has it occurred to you that they might cremate him?” Rebekah said.
Stefan nodded. “We have to find him” he said tensed.
Katherine ran to Fell’s church and climbed down. Rebekah had grabbed the phone out her hands and told her how stupid she was.
“They’re using you to find that witch, you idiot!” she had snapped.
Katherine hurried to the tomb and opened it. “Get out” she said to the weak Bonnie, who was lying close to the door. Katherine grabbed her hand and Bonnie shrieked. It was the hand with the hurt finger. “Come on, get out. I need to move you” Katherine said agitated. She dragged her out of the tomb, ignoring her cries.
But as soon as Bonnie was out of the tomb Katherine felt two hands on her shoulders that pushed her forward. She fell and turned around to see Caroline helping Bonnie stand up. “What the hell are you doing?” she asked. Caroline looked up. “I can ask you the same question” she fired back. She bit her wrist and forced Bonnie to drink, so her wounds would heal. “Come on, I’ll bring you home”
“Where is that?” Bonnie asked depressed.
“They’re using you to find that witch, you idiot!” she had snapped.
Katherine hurried to the tomb and opened it. “Get out” she said to the weak Bonnie, who was lying close to the door. Katherine grabbed her hand and Bonnie shrieked. It was the hand with the hurt finger. “Come on, get out. I need to move you” Katherine said agitated. She dragged her out of the tomb, ignoring her cries.
But as soon as Bonnie was out of the tomb Katherine felt two hands on her shoulders that pushed her forward. She fell and turned around to see Caroline helping Bonnie stand up. “What the hell are you doing?” she asked. Caroline looked up. “I can ask you the same question” she fired back. She bit her wrist and forced Bonnie to drink, so her wounds would heal. “Come on, I’ll bring you home”
“Where is that?” Bonnie asked depressed.