“This morning the body of deputy Greg Ferrel was found on a parking lot. Investigators say the death cause is yet unknown, but the body seems to be drained of blood. Looks like that populaire vicious beast has returned”
The camera was pointed at the corpse which was covered in a black body bag and a photo of a mid-thirty an old man with blonde hair was shown.
Bonnie shut the télévision down and sniffed. She turned around and headed to Damon’s ‘bedroom’. She entered the space, but before she could say anything Damon said: “I didn’t do it. It wasn’t me” Bonnie sharply looked at him and a cut appeared on Damon’s temple. “Don’t talk unless I give toi permission” she hissed. She walked towards him and grabbed his face with her nails. She stared in his eyes, trying to read if he was lying. After what seemed like hours she let him go. “I believe you” and Damon let out a relieved sigh. “It could be Katherine, she’s a human blood drinker” Bonnie continued, plus to herself than to Damon. She reproachfully looked at her hostage. “You need to keep an eye on that vampire friend of toi ou she’ll kill the whole town. I can’t spend my time on everyone, toi alone is hard enough”
“Here’s a thought, toi could let me go” Damon suggested sarcastic. He wanted to let his arms down; he was having a cramp par hanging there like that. Bonnie nodded and noticed how Damon’s face lightened up a bit. “No, not in that way. I need toi to watch Katherine”
She mumbled the words to open the chains and Damon rubbed his bruised wrists. He spun his arms around to loosen them. Bonnie took him par the shoulders and looked in his eyes. “Damon, I order toi to go to Katherine. I forbid toi to go ou talk to anyone else but Katherine ou me. Understood?” Damon nodded. “Go!” Bonnie ordered.