Five days later.
Derek was rushing through the kitchen, setting the breakfast meza, jedwali 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 jikoni and fell down on a chair. He looked down at the meza, jedwali 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. wewe will die if wewe don’t”
Damon shrugged. “Then I guess I will” he alisema 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 wewe there?”
“No, but I heard everything” Derek alisema with big eyes. “Rebekah forced wewe to watch how Katherine did something to Elena, something painful. And then Katherine compelled Elena to think wewe attacked her and Rebekah compelled wewe to think the same. And she compelled wewe 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 alisema desperate.
“Sure it is” Damon alisema hoarse. He rubbed his eyes. “If wewe don’t mind I’m going to lay on the kitanda a bit”
He got up difficult and staggered to the sitting room.