Damon was still lying on the canapé when a shadow came over him and he opened his eyes difficult. “Elena?” he a dit weak. Katherine shook her head. “It’s me” she said. She took his shoulder and helped him sit up. She took the glass of bourbon from the table. “You should drink something”
“Shouldn’t toi tell me to drink blood?” Damon asked sarcastic.
“If toi don’t want to it’s your business” Katherine a dit and she held the glass in front of Damon. He wanted to take it out her hands, but she refused to gave it to him. “I’ll do it” she said. “Katherine? I’m not a baby” Damon said.
Katherine ignored him and pushed the glass against his lips. Damon reluctantly opened his mouth and Katherine gave him some of the alcohol. As soon as the bourbon came in contact with his tongue Damon wanted to spit it out. But Katherine forced him to swallow.
“What are toi doing?” Damon a dit shocked.
“You have to drink” Katherine insisted. “I need toi to trust me”
Damon tried to get up, but Katherine grabbed his arm and prevented him from leaving. She pressed his arms down and forced him to drink the rest of the vervained bourbon.
“I’m coming back every jour to make sure toi drink it, until Elena comes back to do it in my place” she said.
“She’s not coming back” Damon mumbled. He closed his eyes and lay back.
Katherine stood up and raced out of the house.