The Fury

Matt stared at him a moment longer, the sick disbelief transforming slowly into sick disillusionment. The muscles around his jaw stood out. Then, without a word, he turned on his heel and walked away.

Elena was in the graveyard.

Damon had left her there, exhorting her to stay until he came back. She didn't want to sit still, though. She felt tired but not really sleepy, and the new blood was affecting her like a jolt of caffeine. She wanted to go exploring.

The graveyard was full of activity although there wasn't a human in sight. A fox slunk through the shadows toward the river path. Small rodents tunneled under the long lank grass around the headstones, squeaking and scurrying. A barn owl flew almost silently toward the ruined church, where it alighted on the belfry with an eerie cry.

Elena got up and followed it. This was much better than hiding in the grass like a mouse or vole. She looked around the ruined church interestedly, using her sharpened senses to examine it. Most of the roof had fallen in, and only three walls were standing, but the belfry stood up like a lonely monument in the rubble.

At one side was the tomb of Thomas and Honoria Fell, like a large stone box or coffin. Elena gazed earnestly down into the white marble faces of their statues on the lid. They lay in tranquil repose, their eyes shut, their hands folded on their breasts. Thomas Fell looked serious and a little stern, but Honoria looked merely sad. Elena thought absently of her own parents, lying side by side down in the modern cemetery.

I'll go home; that's where I'll go, she thought. She had just remembered about home. She could picture it now: her pretty bedroom with blue curtains and cherrywood furniture and her little fireplace. And something important under the floorboards in the closet.

She found her way to Maple Street by instincts that ran deeper than memory, letting her feet guide her there. It was an old, old house, with a big front porch and floor-to-ceiling windows in front. Robert's car was parked in the driveway.

Elena started for the front door and then stopped. There was a reason people shouldn't see her, although she couldn't remember what it was right now. She hesitated and then nimbly climbed the quince tree up to her bedroom window.

But she wasn't going to be able to get in here without being noticed. A woman was sitting on the bed with Elena's red silk kimono in her lap, staring down at it. Aunt Judith. Robert was standing by the dresser, talking to her. Elena found that she could pick up the murmur of his voice even through the glass.

'… out again tomorrow,' he was saying. 'As long as it doesn't storm. They'll go over every inch of those woods, and they'll find her, Judith. You'll see.' Aunt Judith said nothing, and he went on, sounding more desperate. 'We can't give up hope, no matter what the girls say—'

'It's no good, Bob.' Aunt Judith had raised her head at last, and her eyes were red-rimmed but dry. 'It's no use.'

'The rescue effort? I won't have you talking that way.' He came over to stand beside her.

'No, not just that… although I know, in my heart, that we're not going to find her alive. I mean… everything. Us. What happened today is our fault—'

'That's not true. It was a freak accident.'

'Yes, but we made it happen. If we hadn't been so harsh with her, she would never have driven off alone and been caught in the storm. No, Bob, don't try to shut me up; I want you to listen.' Aunt Judith took a deep breath and continued. 'It wasn't just today, either. Elena's been having problems for a long time, ever since school started, and somehow I've let the signs slip right past me. Because I've been too involved with myself—with us—to pay attention to them. I can see that now. And now that Elena's… gone… I don't want the same thing to happen with Margaret.'

'What are you saying?'

'I'm saying that I can't marry you, not as soon as we planned. Maybe not ever.' Without looking at him, she spoke softly.

'Margaret has lost too much already. I don't want her to feel she's losing me, too.'

'She won't be losing you. If anything, she'll be gaining someone, because I'll be here more often. You know how I feel about her.'

'I'm sorry, Bob; I just don't see it that way.'

'You can't be serious. After all the time I've spent here—after all I've done…'

Aunt Judith's voice was drained and implacable. 'I am serious.'

From her perch outside the window, Elena eyed Robert curiously. A vein throbbed in his forehead, and his face had flushed red.

'You'll feel differently tomorrow,' he said.

'No, I won't.'

'You don't mean it—'

'I do mean it. Don't tell me that I'm going to change my mind, because I'm not.'

For an instant, Robert looked around in helpless frustration; then, his expression darkened. When he spoke, his voice was flat and cold. 'I see. Well, if that's your final answer, I'd better leave right now.'

'Bob.' Aunt Judith turned, startled, but he was already outside the door. She stood up, wavering, as if she were unsure whether or not to go after him. Her fingers kneaded at the red material she was holding. 'Bob!' she called again, more urgently, and she turned to drop the kimono on Elena's bed before following him.

But as she turned she gasped, a hand flying to her mouth. Her whole body stiffened. Her eyes stared into Elena's through the silvery pane of glass. For a long moment, they stared at each other that way, neither moving. Then Aunt Judith's hand came away from her mouth, and she began to shriek.

FOUR

Something yanked Elena out of the tree and, yowling a protest, she fell and landed on her feet like a cat. Her knees hit the ground a second later and got bruised.

She reared back, fingers hooked into claws to attack whoever had done it. Damon slapped her hand away.

'Why did you grab me?' she demanded.

'Why didn't you stay where I put you?' he snapped.

They glared at each other, equally furious. Then Elena was distracted. The shrieking was still going on upstairs, augmented now by rattling and banging at the window. Damon nudged her against the house, where they couldn't be seen from above.

'Let's get away from this noise,' he said fastidiously, looking up. Without waiting for a response, he caught her arm. Elena resisted.

'I have to go in there!'

'You can't.' He gave her a wolfish smile. 'I mean that literally. You can't go in that house. You haven't been invited.'

Momentarily nonplussed, Elena let him tow her a few steps. Then she dug her heels in again.

'But I need my diary!'

'What?'

'It's in the closet, under the floorboards. And I need it. I can't go to sleep without my diary.' Elena didn't know why she was making such a fuss, but it seemed important.

Damon looked exasperated; then, his face cleared. 'Here,' he said calmly, eyes glinting. He withdrew something from his jacket. 'Take it.'

Elena eyed his offering doubtfully.

'It's your diary, isn't it?'

'Yes, but it's my old one. I want my new one.'

'This one will have to do, because this one is all you're getting. Come on before they wake up the whole neighborhood.' His voice had turned cold and commanding again.

Elena considered the book he held. It was small, with a blue velvet cover and a brass lock. Not the newest edition perhaps, but it was familiar to her. She decided it was acceptable.