Five days later.
Derek was rushing through the kitchen, setting the breakfast mesa when slow footsteps were heard on the stairs. Derek raced to the stairs and tried to help Damon keep his balance. Damon tried to push him away, but was too weak.
“I made breakfast” Derek said.
“Gee, thanks” Damon mumbled sarcastic. He shuffled to the kusina and fell down on a chair. He looked down at the mesa and picked up the blood bag. “This is breakfast?” he asked Derek.
“You have to drink it, Damon” Derek insisted. “It’s been five days. You will die if you don’t”
Damon shrugged. “Then I guess I will” he sinabi careless. “Elena’s blood is the last blood I’ve drunk”
“You didn’t drink her blood” Derek exclaimed. How many times did he have to say it? “There were two women in your room. One sounded exactly like Elena, probably the chick I met in that bar on Elena’s birthday, remember?”
Damon frowned. “You mean Katherine?”
“I guess, if that’s her name” Derek said. “And then there was another one with a British accent”
“Rebekah” Damon said. He shook his head confused. “I don’t get it. Where you there?”
“No, but I heard everything” Derek sinabi with big eyes. “Rebekah forced you to watch how Katherine did something to Elena, something painful. And then Katherine compelled Elena to think you attacked her and Rebekah compelled you to think the same. And she compelled you to stop drinking any kinds of blood”
Damon looked at him as if he was gone mad. “That” he said. “is a whole load of crap”
“But it’s the truth” Derek sinabi desperate.
“Sure it is” Damon sinabi hoarse. He rubbed his eyes. “If you don’t mind I’m going to lay on the sopa a bit”
He got up difficult and staggered to the sitting room.