A few days passed where the others had backed off to let me be. They didn't asked any further questions. I guess Damon had told them about my break down. Most of the time I spent outside in the big garden or in the room I borrowed from Stefan. He gave me some books that I could read. I didn't know what they planned to do with me. But things started to happen when Alaric one day gave me his phone.
"Someone wants to talk to you." He said and gave me the phone.
Confused I took the phone.
"I will give you some privacy." Alaric said an walked out the room.
"Hello?" I said unsecure.
"How's life, kid?"
"Rick?"
"That's me." He said cheerly. "So. You don't need to thank me for saving your life. You're welcome."
"How dare you?" I said angry.
"What?" Rick asked.
"Why did you do this? Because of you Elijah and Klaus are daggered with knives lying temporarly dead in two coffins."
"Good! That was the point. And now you are finally safe." he said. I could hear that he was getting annoyed.
"I WAS safe!"
"Listen, kid..."
"No. I've heard enough. Bye forever Rick. Don't ever call me again." I said and hung up. I was so mad. But then I realized I was having a phone in my hand. And Alarics phonenumber list was right in front of me. And guess who's name I saw? Someone called Rebekah Mikaelson. One of the Mikaelson siblings. I didn't had enough time for a call. Alaric would be here anytime to get the phone.
Quickly I wrote a message:
"Elijah and Klaus daggered in at the Salvatore mansion. Don't answer this message."
Send and then delete. Sorry Alaric, sorry all, but I told you to release Elijah.
