Katherine stood there, reminiscing of Stefan; she wasn't surprised that he still believed she could change. Brought out of her thoughts with sudden movement, Katherine watched as her doppelganger appeared before her with a blood bag. She watched with curiosity as Elena bit into the blood bag and then looked at her with pleading eyes. Katherine nodded, and then gasped as Elena shoved it inside her mouth, force-feeding her, much to her annoyance. Katherine accepted the blood, gulping it down with a fervor. "You could've put a straw in it," she snickered, rolling her shoulders, the stiffness in her muscles still present. "I could have but didn't get over it," Elena snapped, glaring at the ungrateful vampire, who was oblivious to how worried she'd been for her. Katherine tilted her head. "That's weird... normally Stefan shows up by now." "He... He had his neck …show more content…
Damon shook his head. "No! Don't you dare blame me!" he shouted. "I told you this would happen; Katherine always brings trouble with her!" "You're wrong. Elena said it herself, Katherine was teaching her how to hunt. But for some reason her body was unable to keep the animal blood down, so for all we know Katherine's decision to feed Elena her blood was the best choice," Stefan reasoned. "But of course you would jump to conclusions and make the situation much worse." Damon closed his eyes and nodded his head sadly. It wouldn't be the first time his rash decisions got him into trouble. But his brother was right, had only he payed closer attention to Elena's explanation... "You're right, brother. I messed up," he admitted. His words weren't an apology but a fact. He'd been a fool to believe there would be something going on between the doppelgangers. Stefan released a sigh and snickered; Damon never made things easy on him. But he knew, he too, would've reacted the same way if it weren't for his
“So those bites were really given to you buy carnivores?” Gilbert asked. He liked watching the Discovery Channel too much.
"For what?" She scoffed in disbelief. She had felt that he did not owe her an apology.
"I don't see why you should have seen him. I don't think it was right," Catherine said . . . .
"I know you didn't mean to, and an apology is not why I brought it up," Hannibal says. "I don't care about that; all I care about is you. And besides, it's not like I haven't hurt you before."
“I know that. I mean stop acting as if I’m an idiot. I could have left you at any time, today in the barn or for the past year. I decided to stay and watch. I asked to cut out the heart. Stop pretending as if I had no idea what I was doing or was too stupid to figure out what was going on. I’m not a child.” The painful heat in the middle of Maison’s chest started to spread, making their cheeks
“No, Elena is the physical duplicate of Katherine. I’m talking freckles in the same patterns.” “I don’t want to know how you know that.” “What can I say? I’m an observant guy,” the vampire shrugs emphatically. “You’re a lecherous old man, is what you are.” “Come on! You have to admit that they are both lovely specimens. It’s not even crossing any teacher propriety lines if you admit it about Katherine,” he adds with a quirk of his eyebrows. “I plead the fifth, because no matter what my answer is, this conversation is already veering in a direction that I’m not comfortable with.” “You are such a stick in the mud. No, you know what you are? A fuddy-duddy.” Ric suppresses a laugh to avoid asphyxiation by Scotch and soda. “Seriously?,” he studies Damon’s pale face, looking for signs to confirm that his friend is as tipsy as he
“Sorry, it was wrong of me to do that to you.” Malvinas murmured after a long silence.
“Katherine!” Silas shouted “Katherine!” he yelled again. Katherine lifted her head and smiled at him. She told him her decision about going to this camp.
“Looks like the apple didn't fall far from the weirdo tree.” Whispers Bella towards Jake.
."I just want to stop the bleeding," Mitsuru coaxes, and to her relief she's rewarded with a tiny nod as her answer. She carefully presses the folded handkerchief against the cut and presses down on it with her palm, wincing in sympathy for how it must hurt.
Once he’d realized he had had her absolute attention, he smiled… almost deviously it seemed. “So um, just so you know, we don’t like y...
“No! He can’t be! He just apologized!” By now she was sobbing into Rafe’s shoulder.
"Nah, I couldn't give a shit about her. I'm talkin' about the one you hit. If you had hit her just a little harder she would have died and that would have been bad."
“I know I have and I just want you to forgive me. Please,” Vanessa pleaded.