That night, I would have allowed Katherine to consume me entirely and claim me for her own. I would have gladly offered up my neck if it meant that we could have stayed locked in that embrace for all of eternity.
That night, though, the embrace did end, and I fell into a black, dreamless sleep. But my mind and body jerked into sudden wakefulness when I heard a sharp clanging sound that seemed to reverberate through my limbs.
“Murderers!”
“Killers!”
“Demons!”
The words floated through the open window, chant-like. I crept to the window and creaked open the shutter. Outside, across the pond, there were flashes of fire, and I even heard the sound of rifles firing. Dark bodies moved en masse, like a swarm of locusts descending upon a cotton field.
“Vampires! Killers!”
I began to make out more and more words from the angry roar of the crowd. There had to be at least fifty men in attendance. Fifty drunken, angry, murderous men. I grabbed Katherine’s shoulder and began shaking her hard.
“Wake up!” I whispered urgently.
She sat up with a start. The whites of her eyes looked huge, and there were shadows beneath her eye sockets. “What is it? Is everything okay?”
Her fingers fluttered to her necklace.
“No, it’s not okay,” I whispered. “The brigade is out. They’re searching for vampires. They’re on the main road right now.” I pointed out the window.
The yelling and shouts were getting closer. The fire blazed in the night, flames reaching toward the night sky like red daggers. Fear shot through me.
This wasn’t supposed to be happening—not yet.
Katherine slipped out of bed, tucking the white quilt around her body, and closed the shutters with a bang. “Your father,” she said, her voice hard.
I shook my head. It couldn’t be. “The siege is set for next week, and Father is not the type to deviate from an established plan.”
“Stefan!” Katherine said sharply. “You promised you would do something. You have to stop this. These men don’t know what they’re fighting, and they don’t know how dangerous this is. If they keep doing this, people will get hurt.”
“Dangerous?” I asked, rubbing my temple. I suddenly had a pounding headache. The shouting grew quieter now; it seemed the mob was pressing forward—or perhaps dispersing. I wondered if this was more a protest spurred by liquid courage than an actual siege.
“Not from me, but from whoever has launched these attacks.” Katherine’s eyes met mine. “If the townspeople know what’s safe for them, what’s best for them, they’d stop the hunt. They’d allow us to resolve things. They’d allow us to find the source of the attacks.”
I sat on the edge of the bed and rested my elbows against my knees, staring down at the worn wooden floorboards in dismay, as if I could find some sort of answer, some sort of way to stop what already seemed to be happening.
Katherine took my face in her hands. “I am entirely at your mercy. I need you to protect me.
Please, Stefan.”
“I know, Katherine!” I said half-hysterically. “But what if it’s too late? They have the brigade, they have their suspicions, they even have an invention designed to find vampires.”
“What?” Katherine reared back. “An invention?
You didn’t tell me that,” she said, her voice taking on a note of accusation.
A hard lump settled in my chest as I explained Jonathan’s device. How had I failed to mention it to Katherine? Would she ever forgive me?
“Jonathan Gilbert.” Katherine’s face twisted in contempt. “So that fool thinks he can just hunt us down? Like animals?”
I recoiled. I’d never heard Katherine use that harsh tone.
“I’m sorry,” Katherine said in a more composed voice, as if she’d sensed the flicker of fear in my heart. “I’m sorry. It’s just … you simply can’t imagine what it’s like to be hunted.”
“The voices seem to be quieting.” I peeked through the shutters. The mob was indeed beginning to disperse, the flames becoming shaky dots in the inky black night. The danger was seemingly gone.
For now at least. But by next week, they’d have Jonathan’s invention. They’d have a list of vampires. And they’d find every single last one of them.
“Thank goodness.” Katherine sank down onto the bed, pale as I’d ever seen her. A lone tear fell from her eye and trickled down her alabaster skin.
I reached to wipe it away with my index finger, then gently touched my tongue to my skin, an echo of what I’d done at the Founders Ball. I sucked my finger, finding that her tears tasted salty. Human.
I pulled her to me, wrapping her in a tight embrace. I’m not sure how long we sat there, together. But as the faint light of the morning came through the windows, I stood up.
“I will stop it, Katherine. I will protect you to the death. I swear it.”
They say love can conquer all.
But can it conquer Father’s belief that Katherine and those like her are demons—devils?
I do not exaggerate when I say Katherine is an angel. She saved my life—and Anna’s. Father must know the truth. Once he does, he will be unable to deny Katherine’s goodness.
It is my duty as a Salvatore to stay true to my convictions and to the ones I love.
Now is the time for action, not doubt. Confidence courses through my veins. I will make Father understand the truth—that we are all the same.
And with that truth will come love.
Father will call off the siege.
This I swear on my name and my life.
For the rest of the day, I sat at my desk in my bedroom, glancing at an empty notebook as I contemplated what to do. If Father knew Katherine was a vampire, he’d call off the hunt. He had to. I’d seen him laugh with Katherine, attempt to impress her with stories of his boyish antics back in Italy, and treat her as he’d have treated a daughter.
Katherine gave my father a vigor I’d never seen in him. She gave my father life.
But how could I persuade him of this, when he so deeply despised demons? Then again, Father was rational. Logical. Maybe he could learn what Katherine had already taught me: that vampires weren’t all evil. They walked among us, they cried human tears; all they wanted was a true home —and to be loved.
Finally, I steeled my courage and stood up, closing the notebook with an abrupt clap. This wasn’t a schoolboy’s assignment, and I didn’t need notes to speak from my heart. I was ready to speak to Father man to man. After all, I was nearly eighteen, and he was planning to leave me Veritas.
I took a deep breath and walked down the winding staircase, through the quiet living room, and knocked sharply on the door to Father’s study.
“Come in!” Father’s muffled voice called.
Before I had even put my hand on the knob, Father swung the door open himself. He wore a tailored jacket, with a sprig of vervain in the lapel, but I noticed that instead of being clean shaven, he sported salt-and-pepper stubble and his eyes were bloodshot and hooded.
“I didn’t see you last night at the ball,” Father said as he ushered me into his study. “I hope you weren’t part of that noisy, careless mob.”
“No.” I shook my head vigorously, feeling a flicker of hope. Did this mean Father was no longer planning an attack?
“Good.” Father sat at his oak desk and slammed his leather-bound book shut. Beneath it, I could see
