Stefan and Rebekah were driving. They had stopped to get their selves a late night snack and now they were on their way home.
“Can toi try call Damon for me, please?” Stefan asked, his eyes on the road. Rebekah conjured her phone and dialed Damon’s number, which Stefan had donné her.
“Goes straight to voicemail” Rebekah said. She turned to Stefan. “I’m sure he’ll be okay. He’s got that boy looking out for him”
Stefan shook his head. “Derek’s just a teenager. Damon was in no good shape when I last saw him. I think he might be really sick”
“Then let’s go check on him, so toi can make sure” Rebekah suggested. “Wait, stop here”
Stefan parked the car and they both got out. They were at a part of the rue that was marked with yellow tape. Stefan walked to a passenger and made him stop. “Excuse me, could toi tell me what happened here?”
“An accident” the man replied. “A terrible car accident. He was probably drunk, the way he drove. Then the car got off the road and turned over a few times and caught fire. He died”
“Where is he?” Stefan asked?
“Stefan? I think I found his car” Rebekah shouted.
“Thank toi so much for your help” Stefan sad to the man. He then turned around and ran to Rebekah.
“Is this his car?” Rebekah asked.
“Hard to tell” Stefan said. The car was completely wrecked. He walked to the back and tried to find the license plate. “It’s his”
“Well, where is he?” Rebekah asked.
“That man a dit he died” Stefan said. “The police was here. So my guess is that they’ve him to the mausoleum”
“Ehm, Stefan, has it occurred to toi that they might cremate him?” Rebekah said.
Stefan nodded. “We have to find him” he a dit tensed.