Katherine was standing سے طرف کی the مککا, عجیب الخلقت bowl. She looked around to make sure no one was watching, before she conjured a small bottle and poured some of its content in the bowl. She stirred with the ladle to mingle the alcohol with the punch.
“I saw that”
Katherine smirked and turned around. Stefan was standing behind her, his hands in his pockets.
“And what is that, Mr. Salvatore?” she asked. She took a cup and poured some مککا, عجیب الخلقت in it.”Can I seduce آپ to a sip?” she whispered while she held the cup against his lips.
Stefan accepted the cup and drank. He raised his eyebrows. “Are آپ trying to get everyone drunk?” He put the cup down and looked away from Katherine.
“Are آپ looking for someone?”Katherine asked a little irritated.
“Yeah, actually” Stefan confessed. “Have آپ seen Rebekah? She was supposed to meet me here and I know she wouldn’t miss this”
“I don’t think Rebekah will be دکھانا up tonight” Katherine said, with a whiff of malicious pleasure.
“Oh? Why is that?” Stefan wanted to know.
“Because I stabbed her” Katherine shrugged.
“I saw that”
Katherine smirked and turned around. Stefan was standing behind her, his hands in his pockets.
“And what is that, Mr. Salvatore?” she asked. She took a cup and poured some مککا, عجیب الخلقت in it.”Can I seduce آپ to a sip?” she whispered while she held the cup against his lips.
Stefan accepted the cup and drank. He raised his eyebrows. “Are آپ trying to get everyone drunk?” He put the cup down and looked away from Katherine.
“Are آپ looking for someone?”Katherine asked a little irritated.
“Yeah, actually” Stefan confessed. “Have آپ seen Rebekah? She was supposed to meet me here and I know she wouldn’t miss this”
“I don’t think Rebekah will be دکھانا up tonight” Katherine said, with a whiff of malicious pleasure.
“Oh? Why is that?” Stefan wanted to know.
“Because I stabbed her” Katherine shrugged.
Cas stroked his hair and tried to keep his breathing under control. Meg didn’t understand. He needed more. He had lied about the pain being back, but he hadn’t lied about needing another dose. He opened the upper buttons of his shirt, suddenly feeling feverish.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one سے طرف کی one.
He leaned against the cold, marble دیوار and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He hurried to the dresser and opened all drawers and cupboard doors. He searched through them, checking all boxes, finding nothing. He slammed everything shut and began to rub his fingers again.
“If I were a medicine cabinet, where would I be?” Cas mumbled trembling and out of breath. He ran to the stairs and sprinted upstairs. He went to the bathroom and opened the mirror cupboard.
“Got it” he said, sighing relieved and he grabbed all boxes that had medicines in it. He took out all the strips and swallowed the pills one سے طرف کی one.
He leaned against the cold, marble دیوار and sank down on the floor. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Gerard got ہوم from his work. He hung his کوٹ on the rack and walked into the sitting room. He saw Zoey sitting in the couch, writing something.
“Eh, what are آپ doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m writing a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a سیکنڈ later she heard a snap.
“Eh, what are آپ doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m writing a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a سیکنڈ later she heard a snap.