Jeremy’s eyes bulged as he stared at Damon like he had betrayed him. Damon let go of the schraubendreher and fixated his eyes on the blood.
“What?” he sagte confused. He looked at his hands, which were covered in blood and he crawled backwards.
Upstairs Alaric was finally liberated from the invisible force and he raced downstairs to the kitchen. His face went pale when he saw Jeremy lying on the ground, bathing in blood. He saw Damon, sitting in a corner, his expression shocked and confused.
“What have Du done?!” Alaric yelled, paying no attention to Damon’s wounds. He ran to Jeremy, ducked and pressed his wound. “Jeremy! Come on, buddy, stay with me” he sagte anxious.
Damon finally came back to reality. “What happened?” he sagte agitated, looking at Jeremy. “Did I do that?”
Alaric didn’t answer.
“I didn’t mean to” Damon sagte nervous. “I didn’t want this”
Without looking up Alaric replied with trembling voice: “What does it matter Du didn’t mean to oder wanted to? Du still did it!”
“I…I can give him my blood” Damon offered. “He will heal”
“No, I think you’ve done enough already” Alaric said.
“Ric…”
“Get out!” Alaric sagte shaking.
“Ric, please…”
“Get the hell out!” Alaric shouted.
Damon scribbled up and staggered out of the house.
Alaric lifted Jeremy in his arms and brought him to his car, driving him to the hospital.