The Fury

'Yes! That was funny. You all came running out of the house and started moaning and crying…' Katherine evoked the scene in pantomime: the little dog lying in front of Bonnie's house, the girls rushing out to find his body. 'He tasted bad, but it was worth it. I followed Damon there when he was a crow. I used to follow him a lot. If I wanted I could have grabbed that crow, and…' She made a sharp wringing motion.

Bonnie's dream, thought Elena, icy revelation sweeping over her. She didn't even realize she'd spoken aloud until she saw Stefan and Katherine looking at her. 'Bonnie dreamed about you,' she whispered. 'But she thought it was me. She told me that she saw me standing under a tree with the wind blowing. And she was afraid of me. She said I looked different, pale but almost glowing. And a crow flew by and I grabbed it and wrung its neck.' Bile was rising in Elena's throat, and she gulped it down. 'But it was you,' she said.

Katherine looked delighted, as if Elena had somehow proved her point. 'People dream about me a lot,' she said smugly. 'Your aunt—she's dreamed about me. I tell her it was her fault you died. She thinks it's you telling her.'

'Oh, God…'

'I wish you had died,' Katherine went on, her face turning spiteful. 'You should have died. I kept you in the river long enough. But you were such a tramp, getting blood from both of them, that you came back. Oh, well.' She gave a furtive smile. 'Now I can play with you longer. I lost my temper that day, because I saw Stefan had given you my ring. My ring!' Her voice rose. 'Mine, that I left for them to remember me by. And he gave it to you. That was when I knew I wasn't just going to play with him. I had to kill him.'

Stefan's eyes were stricken, confounded. 'But I thought you were dead,' he said. 'You were dead, five hundred years ago. Katherine…'

'Oh, that was the first time I fooled you,' Katherine said, but there was no glee in her tone now. It was sullen. 'I arranged it all with Gudren, my maid. The two of you wouldn't accept my choice,' she burst out, looking from Stefan to Damon angrily. 'I wanted us all to be happy; I loved you. I loved you both. But that wasn't good enough for you.'

Katherine's face had changed again, and Elena saw in it the hurt child of five centuries ago. That must have been what Katherine looked like, then, she thought wonderingly. The wide blue eyes were actually filling with tears.

'I wanted you to love each other.'

Katherine went on, sounding bewildered, 'but you wouldn't. And I felt awful. I thought if you thought I'd died, that you would love each other. And I knew I had to go away, anyway, before Papa started to suspect what I was.

'So Gudren and I arranged it,' she said softly, lost in memory. 'I had another talisman against the sun made, and I gave her my ring. And she took my white dress—my best white dress—and ashes from the fireplace. We burned fat there so the ashes would smell right. And she put them out in the sun, where you would find them, along with my note. I wasn't sure you'd be fooled, but you were.

'But then'—Katherine's face twisted in grief—'you did everything all wrong. You were supposed to be sorry, and cry, and comfort each other. I did it for you. But instead you ran and got swords. Why did you do that?' It was a cry from the heart. 'Why didn't you take my gift? You treated it like garbage. I told you in the note that I wanted you to be reconciled with each other. But you didn't listen and you got swords. You killed each other. Why did you do it?'

Tears were slipping down Katherine's cheeks, and Stefan's face was wet, too. 'We were stupid,' he said, as caught up in the memory of the past as she was. 'We blamed each other for your death, and we were so stupid… Katherine, listen to me. It was my fault; I was the one who attacked first. And I've been sorry—you don't know how sorry I've been ever since. You don't know how many times I've thought about it and wished there was something I could do to change it. I'd have given anything to take it back—anything. I killed my brother…' His voice cracked, and tears spilled from his eyes. Elena, her heart breaking with grief, turned helplessly to Damon and saw that he wasn't even aware of her. The look of amusement was gone, and his eyes were fixed on Stefan in utter concentration, riveted.

'Katherine, please listen to me,' Stefan said shakily, regaining his voice. 'We've all hurt one another enough. Please let us go now. Or keep me, if you want, but let them leave. I'm the one that's to blame. Keep me, and I'll do whatever you want…'

Katherine's jewel-like eyes were liquid and impossibly blue, filled with an endless sorrow. Elena didn't dare to breathe, afraid to break the spell as the slender girl moved toward Stefan, her face softened and yearning.

But then the ice inside Katherine crept out again, freezing the tears on her cheeks. 'You should have thought of that a long time ago,' she said. 'I might have listened to you then. I was sorry you'd killed each other at first. I ran away, without even Gudren, back to my home. But then I didn't have anything, not even a new dress, and I was hungry and cold. I might have starved if Klaus hadn't found me.'

Klaus. Through her dismay, Elena remembered something Stefan had told her. Klaus was the man who'd made Katherine a vampire, the man the villagers said was evil.

'Klaus taught me the truth,' Katherine said. 'He showed me how the world really is. You have to be strong, and take the things you want. You have to think only of yourself. And I'm the strongest of all now. I am. You know how I got that way?' She answered the question without even waiting for them to respond. 'Lives. So many lives. Humans and vampires, and they're all inside me now. I killed Klaus after a century or two. He was surprised. He didn't know how much I'd learned.

'I was so happy, taking lives, filling myself up with them. But then I would remember you, you two, and what you did. How you treated my gift. And I knew I had to punish you. I finally figured out how to do it.

'I brought you here, both of you. I put the thought in your mind, Stefan, the way you put thoughts into a human's. I guided you to this place. And then I made sure Damon followed you. Elena was here. I think she must be related to me somehow; she looks like me. I knew you'd see her and feel guilty. But you weren't supposed to fall in love with her!' The resentfulness in Katherine's voice gave way to fury again. 'You weren't supposed to forget me! You weren't supposed to give her my ring!'

'Katherine…'

Katherine swept on. 'Oh, you made me so angry. And now I'm going to make you sorry, really sorry. I know who I hate most now, and it's you, Stefan. Because I loved you best.' She seemed to regain control of herself, wiping the last traces of tears from her face and drawing herself up with exaggerated dignity.

'I don't hate Damon as much,' she said. 'I might even let him live.' Her eyes narrowed, and then widened with an idea. 'Listen, Damon,' she said secretly. 'You're not as stupid as Stefan is. You know the way things really are. I've heard you say it. I've seen things you've done.' She leaned forward. 'I've been lonely since Klaus died. You could keep me company. All you have to do is say you love me best. Then after I kill them we'll go away. You can even kill the girl if you want. I'd let you. What do you think?'

Oh, God, thought Elena, sickened again. Damon's eyes were on Katherine's wide blue ones; he seemed to be searching her face. And the whimsical amusement was back in his expression. Oh, God, no, Elena thought. Please, no…

Slowly, Damon smiled.

FIFTEEN

Elena watched Damon with mute dread. She knew that disturbing smile too well. But even as her heart sank, her mind threw a mocking question at her. What difference did it make? She and Stefan were going to die anyway. It only made sense for Damon to save himself. And it was wrong to expect him to go against his nature.

She watched that beautiful, capricious smile with a feeling of sorrow for what Damon might have been.

Katherine smiled back at him, enchanted. 'We'll be so happy together. Once they're dead, I'll let you go. I didn't mean to hurt you, not really. I just got angry.' She put out a slender hand and stroked his cheek. 'I'm sorry.'

'Katherine,' he said. He was still smiling.

'Yes.' She leaned closer.

'Katherine…'