The Vampire Diaries: The Struggle Chapter Eight

What? state Elena dully.Well, the way she ended up, in her slip. She relished nevertheless ilk she did when we comprise her on the road, only then she was all scratched up, too.Cat scratches, we thought, give tongue to Meredith, finishing the last bite of her cake. She seemed to be in one of her quiet, thoughtful moods right straightway she was watching Elena closely. hardly that doesnt seem very wishly.Elena looked straight back at her. Maybe she fell in some brambles, she said. Now, if you guys are finished eating, do you involve to see that first note?They left their dishes in the sink and climbed the stairs to Elenas room. Elena matte up herself flush as the other girls read the note. fairish and Meredith were her better(p) friends, mayhap her only friends now. Shed read them passages from her diary before. scarce this was different. It was the most humiliating feeling shed ever had. Well? she said to Meredith.The person who wrote this is five feet eleven inches tall , walks with a lithesome limp, and wears a false mustache, Meredith intoned. Sorry, she added, seeing Elenas face. Not funny. Actually, theres not much to go on, is there? The writing looks like a guys, unless the paper looks feminine.And the whole affair has sort of a feminine touch, trust in Bonnie, bouncing slightly on Elenas bed. Well, it does, she said defensively. Quoting bits of your diary back at you is the kind of curveg a woman would think of. Men dont care virtually diaries.You just dont urgency it to be Damon, said Meredith. I would think youd be more worried about him being a psycho killer than a diary thief.I dont know killers are sort of romantic. Imagine your dying with his hands somewhat your throat. Hed scrag the life history out of you, and the last thing youd see would be his face. Putting her own hands to her throat, Bonnie gasped and expired tragically, ending up draped crosswise the bed. He can catch me eithertime, she said, eye still unkindly.It w as on Elenas lips to say, Dont you understand, this isserious , but instead she hissed in a breath. Oh,God , she said, and ran to the window. The day was humid and stifling, and the window had been opened. Outside on the skeletal branches of the quince tree was a crow.Elena threw the sash down so hard that the glass rattled and tinkled. The crow gazed at her through the trembling panes with eyeball like obsidian. Rainbows glimmered in its sleek black plumage.Why did yousay that? she said, turning to Bonnie.Hey, theres nobody out there, said Meredith gently. Unless you count the birds.Elena turned away from them. The tree was empty now.Im sorry, said Bonnie in a small voice, after a moment. Its just that it all doesnt seem real sometimes, even Mr. Tanners being dead doesnt seem real. And Damon did look well, exciting. But dangerous. IAnd besides, he wouldnt squeeze your throat hed cut it, Meredith said. Or at least that was what he did to Tanner. But the old man under the bridge o ver had his throat ripped open, as if some animal had done it. Meredith looked to Elena for clarification. Damon doesnt have an animal, does he?No. I dont know. utterly, Elena felt very tired. She was worried about Bonnie, about the consequences of those unadvis qualified words.I can do anything to you, to you and the ones you love, she remembered. What ability Damon do now? She didnt understand him. He was different every time they met. In the gym hed been taunting, laughing at her. But the coterminous time she would swear that hed been serious, quoting poetry to her, trying to get her to come away with him. Last week, with the icy graveyard wind lashing around him, hed been menacing, cruel. And underneath his mocking words last night, shed felt the same menace. She couldnt predict what hed do next.But, whatever happened, she had to protect Bonnie and Meredith from him. Especially since she couldnt warn them properly. And what was Stefan up to? She call for him right now, more than anything. Wherewas he?It started that morning.Let me get this straight, Matt said, leaning against the scarred body of his ancient Ford sedan whenStefan approached him before school. You want to dramatize my car.Yes, Stefan said.And the reason you want to borrow it is flowers. You want to get some flowers for Elena.Yes.And these particular flowers, these flowers youve just got to get, dont grow around here.They might. But their blooming season is over this outlying(prenominal) north. And the frost would have finished them off anyway.So you want to go down south how far south you dont know to find some of these flowers that youve just got to give to Elena.Or at least some of the plants, Stefan said. Id rather have the actual flowers though.And since the police still have your car, you want to borrow mine, for however presbyopic it takes you to go down south and find these flowers that youve just got to give to Elena.I figure driving is the least conspicuous way to move on town, Stefan explained. I dont want the police to follow me.Uh huh. And thats why you want my car.Am I going to give my car to the guy who steal my girlfriend and now wants to take a jaunt down south to get her some kind of special flowers shes just got to have? Are you crazy? Matt, who had been staring out over the roofs of the fix houses across the street, turned at last to look at Stefan. His meritless eyeball, usually cheerful and straightforward, were full of utter disbelief, and surmounted by twisted, puckered brows.Stefan looked away. He should have known better. After everything Matt had already done for him, to expect more was ridiculous. Especially these days, when people flinched from the threatening of his step and avoided his eyes when he came near. To expect Matt, who had the best of reasons to resent him, to do him such a favor with no explanation, on the basis of faith alone, reallywas insane.No, Im not crazy, he said quietly, and turned to go.Neither am I, Matt had said. And Id have to be crazy to turn my car over to you. Hell, no. Im going with you.By the time Stefan had turned back around, Matt was look at the car instead of him, lower lip thrust forward in a wary, judicious pout.After all, hed said, rubbing at the flaking vinyl of the roof, you might scratch the paint or something.Elena put the phone back on the hook.Somebody was at the boarding house, because somebody kept picking up the phone when it rang, but after that there was only silence and then the click of disconnection. She suspected it was Mrs. Flowers, but that didnt tell her anything about where Stefan was. Instinctively, she wanted to go to him. But it was dark outside, and Stefan had warned her specifically not to go out in the dark, especially not anywhere near the cemetery or the woods. The boarding house was near both.No effect? said Meredith as Elena came back and sat down on the bed.She keeps hanging up on me, Elena said, and muttered something under her breath. Did you say she was a witch?No, but it rhymes with that, said Elena.Look, said Bonnie, sitting up. If Stefans going to call, hell call here. Theres no reason for you to come and stay the night with me.Therewas a reason, although Elena couldnt quite explain it even to herself. After all, Damon had kissed Bonnie at Alaric Saltzmans party. It was Elenas fault that Bonnie was in danger in the first place. Somehow she felt that if she were at least on the scene, she might be able to protect Bonnie.My mom and dad and Mary are all home, Bonnie persisted. And we lock all our doors and windows and everything since Mr. Tanner was murdered. This weekend Dad even put on extra locks. I dont see whatyou can do.She left a message for Stefan with Aunt Judith, telling him where she was. There was still a lingering constraint amongst her and her aunt. And there would be, Elena thought, until Aunt Judith changed her mind about Stefan. At Bonnies house, she was given a room that had be keen-sighteded to one of Bonnies sisters who was now in college. The first thing she did was check the window. It was closed and locked, and there was nothing outside that individual could climb, like a drainpipe or tree. As inconspicuously as possible, she also checked Bonnies room and any others she could get into. Bonnie was right they were all sealed up tight from the inside. Nothing from the outside could get in.She lay in bed a long time that night, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. She kept remembering Vickie aspirationily doing a striptease in the cafeteria. What was wrong with the girl? She would remember to ask Stefan that next time she saw him.Thoughts of Stefan were pleasant, even with all the terrible things that had happened recently. Elena grinningd in the darkness, letting her mind wander. Someday all this harassment would be over, and she and Stefan could plan a life together. Of course, he hadnt actually said anything about that, but Elena herself was sure. She was goin g to marry Stefan, or no one. And Stefan was going to marry no one but herThe convert into dreaming was so smooth and gradual that she scarcely noticed it. But she knew, somehow, that shewas dreaming. It was as if a little part of her was standing aside and watching the dream like a play.She was sitting in a long hallway, which was covered with mirrors on one side and windows on the other. She was waiting for something. Then she saw a flicker of movement, and Stefan was standing outside the window. His face was pale and his eyes were hurt and angry. She went over to the window, but she couldnt hear what he was saying because of the glass. In one hand, he was holding a book with a blue velvet cover, and he kept gesturing to it and asking her something. Then he dropped the book and turned away.Stefan, dont go Dont leave me she cried. Her fingers flattened whitely on the glass. Then she noticed that there was a latch on one side of the window and she opened it, calling to him. But he had disappeared and outside she saw only swirling white mist.Disconsolately, she turned away from the window and began walking down the hall.Her own doubling glimmered in mirror after mirror as she went by them. Then something about one of the reflections caught her eye. The eyes were her eyes, but there was a new look in them, a predatory, sly look. Vickies eyes had looked that way when she was undressing. And there was something disturbing and hungry about her smile.As she watched, standing still, the image suddenly whirled around and around, as if dancing. Horror swept over Elena. She began to pull in down the hall, but now all the reflections had a life of their own, dancing, beckoning to her, laughing at her. Just when she thought her heart and lungs would burst with terror, she reached the end of the corridor and flung open a door.She was standing in a large and beautiful room. The lofty ceiling was intricately carved and inlaid with gold the doorways were faced with white m arble. Classical statues stood in niches along the walls. Elena had never seen a room of such splendor, but she knew where she was. In Renaissance Italy, when StefanShe looked down at herself and saw she was wearing a dress like the one shed had made for Halloween, the ice blue Renaissance ball gown. But this dress was a deep ruby red, and around her waist she wore a thin chain set with brilliant red stones. The same stones were in her hair. When she moved, the silk shimmered like flames in the light of hundreds of torches.At the far end of the room, two huge doors swung inward. A figure appeared between them. It walked toward her, and she saw that it was a young man dressed in Renaissance clothing, doublet and hose and fur-trimmed jerkin.Stefan She started toward him eagerly, feeling the weight of her dress swing from the waist. But when she got closer she stopped, drawing in a sharp breath. It was Damon.He kept on walking toward her, confident, casual. He was smiling, a smile of c hallenge. Reaching her, he put one hand over his heart and bowed. Then he held out the hand to her as if daring her to take it.Do you like dancing? he said. Except that his lips didnt move. The voice was in her mind.Her fear drained away, and she laughed. What was wrong with her, to have ever been afraid of him? They understood each other very well. But instead of taking his hand, she turned away, the silk of the dress turning after her. She moved lightly toward one of the statues along the wall, not glancing back to see if he was following her. She knew he would. She pretended to be absorbed in the statue, moving away again just as he reached her, biting her lip to hold in the laughter. She felt wonderful right now, so alive, so beautiful. Dangerous? Of course, this game was dangerous. But she had always enjoyed danger.The next time he drew near her, she glanced at him tauntingly as she turned. He reached out, but caught only the jeweled chain at her waist. He let go quickly, and, looking back, she saw that the pronged setting on one of the gems had cut him.The drop of blood on his finger was just the color of her dress. His eyes flashed at her sideways, and his lips curved in a taunting smile as he held the wounded finger up. You wouldnt dare, those eyes said.Oh, wouldnt I? Elena told him with her own eyes. Boldly, she took his hand and held it a moment, teasing him. Then she brought the finger to her lips.After a few moments, she released it and looked up at him. Ido like dancing, she said, and found that, like him, she could speak with her mind. It was a thrilling sensation. She moved to the center of the room and waited.He followed her, graceful as a stalking beast. His fingers were warm and hard when they clasped hers.There was music, although it faded in and out and sounded far away. Damon placed his other hand on her waist. She could feel the warmth of his fingers there, the pressure. She picked up her skirts, and they began dancing.It was lovely, like flying, and her body knew every move to make. They danced around and around that empty room, in perfect timing, together.He was laughing down at her, his dark eyes glittering with enjoyment. She felt so beautiful so poised and alert and ready for anything. She couldnt remember when shed had this much fun.The room around her was blurring. She could see only his eyes, and they were make her feel more and more sleepy. She allowed her own eyes to half close, her head to fall back. She sighed.She couldfeel his gaze now, on her lips, on her throat. She smiled to herself and let her eyes close completely.He was supporting her weight now, keeping her from falling down. She felt his lips on the skin of her neck, burning hot as if he had a fever. Then she felt the sting, like the jabs of two needles. It was over quickly, though, and she relaxed to the pleasure of having her blood drawn out.She remembered this feeling, the feeling of floating on a bed of golden light. A delicious languor sto le through all her limbs. She felt drowsy, as if it were too much trouble to move. She didnt want to move anyway she felt too good.Her fingers were resting on his hair, clasping his head to her. Idly, she wind them through the soft dark strands. His hair was like silk, warm and alive under her fingers. When she opened her eyes a slit, she saw that it reflected rainbows in the candlelight. Red and blue and purple, just like just like the feathersAnd then everything shattered. There was pain at her throat suddenly, as if her soul was being torn out of her. She was force at Damon, clawing at him, trying to force him away. Screams rang in her ears. Damon was fighting her, but it wasnt Damon it was a crow. Huge wings beat against her, thrashing in the air.Her eyes were open. She was wake up and screaming. The ballroom was gone, and she was in a darkened bedroom. But the nightmare had followed her. Even as she reached for the light, it came at her again, wings thrashing in her face, s harp beak dive for her.Elena struck out at it, one hand flung up to protect her eyes. She was still screaming. She couldnt get away from it, those terrible wings kept flailing frantically, with a sound like a thousand decks of cards being shuffled at once.The door burst open, and she heard shouts. The warm, heavy body of the crow struck her and her screams went higher. Then someone was pulling her off the bed, and she was standing protected behind Bonnies father. He had a broom and he was beating at the bird with it.Bonnie was standing in the doorway. Elena ran into her arms. Bonnies father was shouting, and then came the slam of a window.Its out, Mr. McCullough said, breathing hard.Mary and Mrs. McCullough were just outside in the hallway, clad in bathrobes. Youre hurt, Mrs. McCullough said to Elena in amazement. The nasty things pecked you.Im okay, Elena said, brushwood at a spot of blood on her face. She was so shaken that her knees wereHow did it getin? said Bonnie.Mr. McCullou gh was inspecting the window. You shouldnt have left this open, he said. And what did you want to take the locks off for?I didnt, Elena cried.It was unlocked and open when I heard you screaming and came in, Bonnies father said. I dont know who else could have opened it but you.Elena choked back her protests. Hesitantly, cautiously, she moved to the window. He was right the locks had been unscrewed. And it could have been done only from the inside.Maybe you were sleepwalking, said Bonnie, leading Elena away from the window as Mr. McCullough began putting the locks back on. Wed better get you cleaned up.Sleepwalking. Suddenly the entire dream flooded back to Elena. The hall of mirrors, and the ballroom, and Damon. Dancing with Damon. She pulled out of Bonnies grasp.Ill do it myself, she said, hearing her own voice quaver on the edge of hysteria. No really I want to. She escaped into the bathroom and stood with her back to the locked door, trying to breathe.The last thing she wanted to do was look in a mirror. But at last, slowly, she approached the one over the sink, trembling as she saw the edge of her reflection, moving inch by inch until she was framed in the silvery surface.Her image stared back, ghastly pale, with eyes that looked bruised and frightened. There were deep shadows under them and smears of blood on her face.Slowly, she turned her head slightly and lifted up her hair. She almost cried out shabby when she saw what was underneath.Two little wounds, fresh and open on the skin of her neck.