The volgende morning.
Cas slowly opened his eyes and tried to remember where he was. A door slammed and he startled. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. Two hands grabbed his shoulders and he looked up.
“Meg?” he mumbled. “Where’s Daphne?”
“She left” Meg zei nervous. “I don’t know when she’ll be back, so we have to hurry”
“I’m not sure what u mean” Cas zei tired.
At that moment Meg really wanted to tell him the truth. About who he was, what he was, but she couldn’t. He would freak out and that was the last thing they wanted. Well, the seconde last thing right after Crowley finding him…and her.
“I’m not sure, but I think Daphne killed someone. That man, in her bed, I think she killed him” Meg zei tensed.
Cas squeezed his eyes. “Why would u think that? Daphne doesn’t have a violent bone in her body” he zei disbelieving.
Meg grabbed his arm and forced him to stand up. “Come, I want u to see something” She dragged Cas to the keuken-, keuken and pointed at a puddle of...
“Is that blood?” Cas asked, though he already knew the answer. He looked up at Meg. “I have no injuries, so it’s not my blood. Maybe Daphne is wounded and she went to the hospital”
“If she lost that much blood she wouldn’t be able to even go outside” Meg tried to talk some sense to Cas.
“Maybe it was me who hurt someone” Cas zei slowly. “But I don’t remember anything about yesterday. Why can’t I remember anything?”
Meg had no chance to answer that question, because the door slammed a seconde time. Daphne was home.
Cas slowly opened his eyes and tried to remember where he was. A door slammed and he startled. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. Two hands grabbed his shoulders and he looked up.
“Meg?” he mumbled. “Where’s Daphne?”
“She left” Meg zei nervous. “I don’t know when she’ll be back, so we have to hurry”
“I’m not sure what u mean” Cas zei tired.
At that moment Meg really wanted to tell him the truth. About who he was, what he was, but she couldn’t. He would freak out and that was the last thing they wanted. Well, the seconde last thing right after Crowley finding him…and her.
“I’m not sure, but I think Daphne killed someone. That man, in her bed, I think she killed him” Meg zei tensed.
Cas squeezed his eyes. “Why would u think that? Daphne doesn’t have a violent bone in her body” he zei disbelieving.
Meg grabbed his arm and forced him to stand up. “Come, I want u to see something” She dragged Cas to the keuken-, keuken and pointed at a puddle of...
“Is that blood?” Cas asked, though he already knew the answer. He looked up at Meg. “I have no injuries, so it’s not my blood. Maybe Daphne is wounded and she went to the hospital”
“If she lost that much blood she wouldn’t be able to even go outside” Meg tried to talk some sense to Cas.
“Maybe it was me who hurt someone” Cas zei slowly. “But I don’t remember anything about yesterday. Why can’t I remember anything?”
Meg had no chance to answer that question, because the door slammed a seconde time. Daphne was home.
Katherine was sitting on Caroline’s bed, a blood bag in her hand. Her stomach was healed and she was wearing one of Caroline’s tops. When she had finished the bag she gave it back to Caroline.
“Thank you” she said, though it took her quite some effort. They heard a car park. “I think your mother’s home”
Liz had been working really late. Caroline walked to the window and shoved the curtains. 
“No, it’s not mom” she rotated her head to the bed. “It’s Matt”
Katherine nodded and got up. “Yeah, I need to go home pagina anyway” 
“No, u can stay” Caroline said. “I’ll...
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“Thank you” she said, though it took her quite some effort. They heard a car park. “I think your mother’s home”
Liz had been working really late. Caroline walked to the window and shoved the curtains.
Katherine nodded and got up. “Yeah, I need to go home pagina anyway”
“No, u can stay” Caroline said. “I’ll...
De Britse acteur Ed Westwick wil niets liever dan een rol vertolken in een productie in het bekende Londense theaterdistrict West End, de Britse tegenhanger busje, van Broadway. Westwick, die bij het grote publiek bekend raakte als Chuck bas, bass in de Amerikaanse tienerserie "Gossip Girl", zegt meer in petto te hebben dan enkel en alleen acteren voor televisie of film.
"Ik wil een keer deel uitmaken busje, van een kleinschaliger, intiemer project. Alleen op die manier kunnen mensen me pas echt leren kennen, zonder dat er een televisiescherm in de weg staat. Ik kan zingen, dus misschien een musical", aldus Westwick op showbizzsite Contactmusic.com.
Maar Westwick zal zijn theaterdromen toch nog even moeten opbergen, want er wachten hem nog twee seizoenen busje, van "Gossip Girl". (Belga / LEE)
"Ik wil een keer deel uitmaken busje, van een kleinschaliger, intiemer project. Alleen op die manier kunnen mensen me pas echt leren kennen, zonder dat er een televisiescherm in de weg staat. Ik kan zingen, dus misschien een musical", aldus Westwick op showbizzsite Contactmusic.com.
Maar Westwick zal zijn theaterdromen toch nog even moeten opbergen, want er wachten hem nog twee seizoenen busje, van "Gossip Girl". (Belga / LEE)
Twilight took over the day. Bonnie was in Caroline’s room. She was lucky her friend had been so kind to offer her a place to stay now that her house was ruined. Bonnie had tried to call Elena, but the line had been busy all day. She just wanted a chance to say she was sorry, but she realized at this point it was too much to ask.
So when her phone rang and she saw it was Elena calling she hastily picked up. “Elena?”
“Bonnie, are u alone?”
“Yes” Bonnie said. “Elena, I’m so glad u called. I’ve tried to reach you, but u were busy. Anyway, that doesn’t matter. I just...
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So when her phone rang and she saw it was Elena calling she hastily picked up. “Elena?”
“Bonnie, are u alone?”
“Yes” Bonnie said. “Elena, I’m so glad u called. I’ve tried to reach you, but u were busy. Anyway, that doesn’t matter. I just...
