The volgende morning
Elena woke up door noises coming from downstairs. She rubbed her eyes and checked the alarm clock. Nine o’ clock. Time to get up. She put on her dressing-gown and her slippers and walked down the stairs. The noise came out of the kitchen. She walked in and saw Damon making breakfast. He was baking pancakes. Elena sniffed the scent and sneaked up behind Damon. She threw her arms around his waist, laying her head on his back. Damon placed the pan off the cooker and turned around. “Did I wake you?” he asked a little concerned. Elena nodded. “But that’s okay. I want to be the first to have a taste” Damon reached out to a plate with a pile of pancakes. He took the upper pancake and held it in front of Elena. “They’re so thin” Elena noted. “Pancakes are supposed to be thick” “No, American pannekoeken, pannenkoeken are supposed to be thick” Damon corrected Elena. “It doesn’t hurt to try something else every once in a while” Elena looked suspicious at the pancake. “So, what kind is it then?” she asked careful. Damon smirked. “It’s a recipe from Belgium. They’re supposed to be really good in the food area” “What’s the difference, other than the thickness?” Elena asked. Who knew what those crazy Belgian people put in their food? Just because they liked their food, didn’t mean she would. Look at the British people. They thought their meals were good, and it probably was good, if you’re not used to better. “They use regular melk instead of buttermilk” Damon said. “I thought regular melk makes u fat” Elena zei frowning. Damon raised his eyebrows. “Elena, these are pancakes, they make u fat anyway. But one’s not going to hurt” he zei and he put the pancake in Elena’s mouth. Because his fingers were in her eyesight she noticed his index finger looked different. She took his hand and had a closer look at it. “What happened?” she asked carefully touching the finger. Damon shivered, because it hurt, but also because Elena touched him so gently. “An accident” he zei soft. “You need to take care of it” Elena zei worried. “When did this happen?”
“Two days ago” Damon answered and the memory of it made his eyes go wet. Not because he was in pain, but because he was angry. He was never humiliated like that ever before.
“I’ll get the first aid kit, u stay here” Elena zei and she left the kitchen.
Elena woke up door noises coming from downstairs. She rubbed her eyes and checked the alarm clock. Nine o’ clock. Time to get up. She put on her dressing-gown and her slippers and walked down the stairs. The noise came out of the kitchen. She walked in and saw Damon making breakfast. He was baking pancakes. Elena sniffed the scent and sneaked up behind Damon. She threw her arms around his waist, laying her head on his back. Damon placed the pan off the cooker and turned around. “Did I wake you?” he asked a little concerned. Elena nodded. “But that’s okay. I want to be the first to have a taste” Damon reached out to a plate with a pile of pancakes. He took the upper pancake and held it in front of Elena. “They’re so thin” Elena noted. “Pancakes are supposed to be thick” “No, American pannekoeken, pannenkoeken are supposed to be thick” Damon corrected Elena. “It doesn’t hurt to try something else every once in a while” Elena looked suspicious at the pancake. “So, what kind is it then?” she asked careful. Damon smirked. “It’s a recipe from Belgium. They’re supposed to be really good in the food area” “What’s the difference, other than the thickness?” Elena asked. Who knew what those crazy Belgian people put in their food? Just because they liked their food, didn’t mean she would. Look at the British people. They thought their meals were good, and it probably was good, if you’re not used to better. “They use regular melk instead of buttermilk” Damon said. “I thought regular melk makes u fat” Elena zei frowning. Damon raised his eyebrows. “Elena, these are pancakes, they make u fat anyway. But one’s not going to hurt” he zei and he put the pancake in Elena’s mouth. Because his fingers were in her eyesight she noticed his index finger looked different. She took his hand and had a closer look at it. “What happened?” she asked carefully touching the finger. Damon shivered, because it hurt, but also because Elena touched him so gently. “An accident” he zei soft. “You need to take care of it” Elena zei worried. “When did this happen?”
“Two days ago” Damon answered and the memory of it made his eyes go wet. Not because he was in pain, but because he was angry. He was never humiliated like that ever before.
“I’ll get the first aid kit, u stay here” Elena zei and she left the kitchen.
“Bonnie?” Damon shouted. “Bonnie, where are you? Get back here!” But when nothing happened he understood he had to do this himself. He looked up at the chains and started pulling with all his strength. It hurt immensely, but he couldn’t stop. If this pain was necessary to be with Elena, he would go through it.
After a few minutes, that felt like hours, his right hand was liberated. Without hesitating he pulled his left arm and this time it took less time to free himself.
Then everything went black.
Damon opened his eyes and found himself outside on the spot where Bonnies house used to be. He looked at his arms. They had healed. He scribbled up and looked around. He felt different, like he’d been born again. Elena. He had to see Elena. And so he started walking in the direction of the Boarding House. He could sense she was there.
After a few minutes, that felt like hours, his right hand was liberated. Without hesitating he pulled his left arm and this time it took less time to free himself.
Then everything went black.
Damon opened his eyes and found himself outside on the spot where Bonnies house used to be. He looked at his arms. They had healed. He scribbled up and looked around. He felt different, like he’d been born again. Elena. He had to see Elena. And so he started walking in the direction of the Boarding House. He could sense she was there.
Tyler opened his eyes and gasped for air. The night was slowly giving in to the dag 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 u 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 u go” Klaus said. “Not before u 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 u won’t be so eager to run off, now will you?” Klaus zei 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 u 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 u go” Klaus said. “Not before u 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 u won’t be so eager to run off, now will you?” Klaus zei as he untied Tyler.
