Matt's POV
I watched them take her away wanting so badly to go after them. But I knew that would be suicide. I needed the others. I took out my cell phone and dialed Damon. On the third ring he answered.
"This better be good Donovan I'm in the middle of something important" he said agitated. Rolling my eyes I gripped the phone so I wouldn't go into a panic fit.
"KlaushasBonnie" I spat in a rush.
On the other line I could practically hear the wheels spinning in Damon's head.
"What? English please"
"Sorry" I said gathering my breathe and repeating it clearly.
"This isn't good" he stated suppressing a deep sigh.
"No shit Sherlock!" I yelled letting my temper get the best of me.
"Whoa…easy there. There's no need for the profanity"
"What are we going to do?" I asked calming down a bit so he could reply. For a second it went silent on the other line. "Damon?"
"Simple. Nothing"
"Are you fucking serious?"
"Yep" he said drinking something that I suspect it was alcohol.
I groaned and tightened the phone between my fingers.
"But it's Bonnie!"
"Exactly, she can take care of herself"
"I can't believe you! She's your friend!"
"Correction: She's your pal not mine. Me and her hate each other guts remember?"
"Are you drunk?" That could be the only reasonably explanation why he's acting like this.
Again it went quiet. "DAMON!"
"Perhaps I'm a little tipsy" he admitted chuckling. I wanted to punch him into next week!
"You piece of worthless…" but he ended the call before I could complete my sentence.
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