Dark Reunion

staring at him, but he didn't seem to notice. He spoke to Damon as if they were the only two people there. 'You stay here, outside the house where you won't be seen. I'll come back and take over when I'm finished with what I'm doing.'

Meredith's eyebrows were in her hair, but she made no comment. Neither did Matt. Bonnie tried to quell her own feelings of unease. Stefan must know what he's doing, she told herself. Anyway, he'd better.

'Don't take too long,' Damon said dismissively.

And that was how they left it, with Damon blending in with the darkness in the shadow of the black walnut trees in Vickie's backyard and Vickie herself in her room, rocking endlessly.

In the car, Meredith said, 'Where next?'

'I need to test a theory,' said Stefan briefly.

'That the killer is a vampire?' Matt said from the back, where he sat with Bonnie.

Stefan glanced at him sharply. 'Yes.'

'That's why you told Vickie not to invite anyone in,' Meredith added, not to be outdone in the reasoning department. Vampires, Bonnie remembered, couldn't enter a place where humans lived and slept unless they were invited. 'And that's why you asked if the man was wearing a blue stone.'

'An amulet against daylight,' Stefan said, spreading his right hand. On the third finger there was a silver ring set with lapis lazuli. 'Without one of these, direct exposure to the sun kills us. If the murderer is a vampire, he keeps a stone like this somewhere on him.' As if by instinct, Stefan reached up to briefly touch something under his T-shirt. After a moment Bonnie realized what it must be.

Elena's ring. Stefan had given it to her in the first place, and after she died he'd taken it to wear on a chain around his neck. So that part of her would be with him always, he'd said.

When Bonnie looked at Matt beside her, she saw his eyes were closed.

'So how can we tell if he's a vampire?' Meredith asked.

'There's only one way I can think of, and it isn't very pleasant. But it's got to be done.'

Bonnie's heart sank. If Stefan thought it wasn't very pleasant, she was sure she was going to find it even less so. 'What is it?' she said unenthusiastically.

'I need to get a look at Sue's body.'

There was dead silence. Even Meredith, normally so unflappable, looked appalled. Matt turned away, leaning his forehead against the window glass.

'You've got to be kidding,' Bonnie said.

'I wish I were.'

'But—for God's sake, Stefan. We can't. They won't let us. I mean, what are we going to say? 'Excuse me while I examine this corpse for holes'?'

'Bonnie, stop it,' Meredith said.

'I can't help it,' Bonnie snapped back shakily. 'It's an awful idea. And besides, the police already checked her body. There wasn't a mark on it except the cuts she got in the fall.'

'The police don't know what to look for,' Stefan said. His voice was steely. Hearing it brought something home to Bonnie, something she tended to forget. Stefan was one of them. One of the hunters. He'd seen dead people before. He might even have killed some.

He drinks blood, she thought, and shuddered.

'Well?' said Stefan. 'Are you still with me?'

Bonnie tried to make herself small in the backseat. Meredith's hands were tight on the steering wheel. It was Matt who spoke, turning back from the window.

'We don't have a choice, do we?' he said tiredly.

'There's a viewing of the body from seven to ten at the funeral home,' Meredith added, her voice low.

'We'll have to wait until after the viewing, then. After they close the funeral home, when we can be alone with her,' said Stefan.

'This is the most gruesome thing I've ever had to do,' Bonnie whispered wretchedly. The funeral chapel was dark and cold. Stefan had sprung the locks on the outside door with a thin piece of flexible metal.

The viewing room was thickly carpeted, its walls covered with somber oak panels. It would have been a depressing place even with the lights on. In the dark it seemed close and suffocating and crowded with grotesque shapes. It looked as if someone might be crouching behind each of the many standing flower arrangements.

'I don't want to be here,' Bonnie moaned.

'Let's just get it over with, okay?' Matt said through his teeth.

When he snapped the flashlight on, Bonnie looked anywhere but where it was pointing. She didn't want to see the coffin, she didn't. She stared at the flowers, at a heart made of pink roses. Outside, thunder grumbled like a sleeping animal.

'Let me get this open—here,' Stefan was saying. In spite of her resolve not to, Bonnie looked.

The casket was white, lined with pale pink satin. Sue's blond hair shone against it like the hair of a sleeping princess in a fairy tale. But Sue didn't look as if she were sleeping. She was too pale, too still. Like a waxwork.

Bonnie crept closer, her eyes fixed on Sue's face.

That's why it's so cold in here, she told herself staunchly. To keep the wax from melting. It helped a little.

Stefan reached down to touch Sue's high-necked pink blouse. He undid the top button.

'For God's sake,' Bonnie whispered, outraged.

'What do you think we're here for?' Stefan hissed back. But his fingers paused on the second button.

Bonnie watched a minute and then made her decision. 'Get out of the way,' she said, and when Stefan didn't move immediately, she gave him a shove. Meredith drew up close to her and they formed a phalanx between Sue and the boys. Their eyes met with understanding. If they had to actually remove the blouse, the guys were going out.

Bonnie undid the small buttons while Meredith held the light. Sue's skin felt as waxy as it looked, cool against her fingertips. Awkwardly, she folded the blouse back to reveal a lacy white slip. Then she made herself push Sue's shining gold hair off the pale neck. The hair was stiff with spray.

'No holes,' she said, looking at Sue's throat. She was proud that her voice was almost steady.

'No,' said Stefan oddly. 'But there's something else. Look at this.' Gently, he reached around Bonnie to point out a cut, pale and bloodless as the skin around it, but visible as a faint line running from collarbone to breast. Over the heart. Stefan's long finger traced the air above it and Bonnie stiffened, ready to smack the hand away if he touched.

'What is it?' asked Meredith, puzzled.

'A mystery,' Stefan said. His voice was still odd. 'If I saw a mark like that on a vampire, it would mean the vampire was giving blood to a human. That's how it's done. Human teeth can't pierce our skin, so we cut ourselves if we want to share blood. But Sue wasn't a vampire.'

'She certainly wasn't!' said Bonnie. She tried to fight off the image her mind wanted to show her, of Elena bending to a cut like that on Stefan's chest and sucking, drinking…

She shuddered and realized her eyes were shut. 'Is there anything else you need to see?' she said, opening them.

'No. That's all.'

Bonnie did up the buttons. She rearranged Sue's hair. Then, while Meredith and Stefan eased the lid of the casket back down, she walked quickly out of the viewing room and to the outside door. She stood there, arms wrapped around herself.

A hand touched her elbow lightly. It was Matt.

'You're tougher than you look,' he said.

'Yes, well…' She tried to shrug. And then suddenly she was crying, crying hard. Matt put his arms around her.

'I know,' he said. Just that. Not 'Don't cry' or 'Take it easy' or 'Everything's going to be all right.' Just 'I know.' His voice was as desolate as she felt.

'They've got hair spray in her hair,' she sobbed. 'Sue never used hair spray. It's