stayed in his room.
He was beginning to wonder if Damon had truly gone insane and meant to kill him when — at last — with a shove that sent him off balance, Damon released him. Stefan tripped and fell, rolled, and looked up, only to find Damon standing over him again. He pressed his fingers to the torn flesh on his neck.
“And now,” Damon said coldly, “you will go up and get me my jacket.”
Stefan got up slowly. He knew Damon must be savoring this: Stefan’s humiliation, Stefan’s neat clothes wrinkled and covered with torn blades of grass and mud from Mrs. Flowers’ scraggly flower bed. He did his best to brush them off with one hand, the other still pressed to his neck.
“You’re quiet,” Damon remarked, standing by his Ferrari, running his tongue over his lips and gums, his eyes narrow with pleasure. “No snappy back talk? Not even a word? I think this is a lesson I should teach you more often.”
Stefan was having trouble making his legs move. Well, that went about as well as could be expected, he thought as he turned back toward the boardinghouse. Then he stopped.
Elena was leaning out of the unshuttered window in his room, holding Damon’s jacket. Her expression was very sober, suggesting she’d seen everything.
It was a shock for Stefan, but he suspected it was an even greater shock for Damon.
And then Elena whirled the jacket around once and threw it so that it made a direct landing at Damon’s feet, wrapping around them.
To Stefan’s astonishment, Damon went pale. He picked up the jacket as if he didn’t really want to touch it. His eyes were on Elena the whole time. He got in his car.
“Good-bye, Damon. I can’t say it’s been a pleasure—” Without a word, looking for all the world like a naughty child who’d been whipped, Damon turned on the ignition.
“Just leave me alone,” he said expressionlessly in a low voice.
He drove off in a cloud of dust and gravel.
Elena’s eyes were not serene when Stefan shut the door to his room behind him. They were shining with a light that nearly stopped him in the doorway.
He hurt you.
“He hurts everyone. He doesn’t seem to be able to help it. But there was something weird about him today. I don’t know what. Right now, I don’t care. But look at you, making sentences!”
He’s…Elena paused, and for the first time since she’d first opened her eyes back in the glade where she had been resurrected, there was a frown-wrinkle on her forehead. She couldn’t make a picture. She didn’t know the right words.Something inside him. Growing inside him. Like…cold fire, dark light, she said finally.But hidden. Fire that burns from the inside out.
Stefan tried to match this up with anything he’d heard of and came up blank. He was still humiliated that Elena had seen what had happened. “All I know that’s inside him is my blood. Along with that of half the girls in town.”
Elena shut her eyes and shook her head slowly. Then, as if deciding not to go any further down that path, she patted the bed beside her.
Come,she ordered confidently, looking up. The gold in her eyes seemed especially lustrous.Let me…unhurt… the pain.
When Stefan didn’t come immediately, she held out her arms. Stefan knew he shouldn’t go to them, but he was hurt — especially in his pride.
He went to her and bent down to kiss her hair.
Later that day Caroline was sitting with Matt Honeycutt, Meredith Sulez, and Bonnie McCullough, all listening to Stefan on Bonnie’s mobile phone.
“Late afternoon would be better,” Stefan told Bonnie. “She takes a little nap after lunch — and anyway, it’ll be cooler in a couple hours. I told Elena you’d be coming by, and she’s excited to see you. But remember two things. First, it’s only been seven days since she came back, and she’s not quite…herself yet. I think she’ll get over her — symptoms — in just a few days, but meanwhile don’t be surprised by anything. And second, don’t say anything about what you see here. Not to anyone.”
“Stefan Salvatore!” Bonnie was scandalized and offended. “After all we’ve been through together, you think we’d blab?”
“Not blab,” Stefan’s voice came back over the mobile, gently. But Bonnie was going on.
“We’ve stuck together through rogue vampires and the town’s ghost, and werewolves, and Old Ones, and secret crypts, and serial killings and — and — Damon — and have we ever told people about them?” Bonnie said.
“I’m sorry,” Stefan said. “I just meant that Elena won’t be safe if any of you tells even one person. It would be all over the newspapers right away: GIRL RETURNS TO LIFE. And then what do we do?”
“I understand about that,” Meredith said briefly, leaning in so that Stefan could see her. “You don’t need to worry. Every one of us will vow not to tell anyone.” Her dark eyes flicked momentarily toward Caroline and then away again.
“I have to ask you”—Stefan was making use of all his Renaissance training in politeness and chivalry, particularly considering that three of the four people watching him on the phone were female—“do you really have any way to enforce a vow?”
“Oh, I think so,” Meredith said pleasantly, this time looking Caroline directly in the eyes. Caroline flushed, her bronzed cheeks and throat turning scarlet. “Let us work it out, and in the afternoon, we’ll come over.”
Bonnie, who was holding the phone, said, “Anybody have anything else to say?”
Matt had remained silent during most of the conversation. Now he shook his head, making his shock of fair hair fly. Then, as if he couldn’t hold it back, he blurted, “Can we talk to Elena? Just to say hi? I mean — it’s been a whole week.” His tanned skin burned with a sunset glow almost as brightly as Caroline’s had.
“I think you’d better just come over. You’ll see why when you get here.” Stefan hung up.
They were at Meredith’s house, sitting around an old patio table in the backyard. “Well, we can at least take them some food,” Bonnie suggested, rocketing up from her seat. “God knows what Mrs. Flowers makes for them to eat — or if she does.” She made waving motions to the others as if to raise them from their chairs by levitation.
Matt started to obey, but Meredith remained seated. She said quietly, “We just made a promise to Stefan. There’s the matter of the vow first. And the consequences.”
“I know you’re thinking about me,” Caroline said. “Why don’t you just say so?”
“All right,” Meredith said, “I’m thinking about you. Why are you suddenly interested in Elena again? How can we be sure that you won’t go spreading the news of this all around Fell’s Church?”
“Why would I want to?”
“Attention. You’d love to be at the center of a crowd, giving them every juicy detail.”
“Or revenge,” Bonnie added, suddenly sitting down again. “Or jealousy. Or boredom. Or—”
“Okay,” Matt interrupted. “I think that’s enough with the reasons.”
“Just one more thing,” Meredith said quietly. “Why do you care so much about seeing her, Caroline? The two of you haven’t gotten along in almost a year, ever since Stefan came to Fell’s Church. We let you in on the call to Stefan, but after what he said—”
“If you really need a reason why I should care, after everything that happened a week ago, well…well, I would think you’d understand without being told!” Caroline fixed shining cat-green eyes on Meredith.
Meredith looked back with her best no-expression expression.
“All right!” Caroline said. “She killed him for me. Or had him called to Judgment, or whatever. That vampire, Klaus. And after being kidnapped and — and — and — used — like a toy — whenever Klaus wanted blood — or—” Her face twisted and her breathing hitched.
Bonnie felt sympathy, but she also was wary. Her intuition was aching, warning her. And she noticed that although Caroline spoke about Klaus, the vampire, she was strangely silent about her other kidnapper, Tyler Smallwood, the werewolf. Maybe because Tyler had been her boyfriend until he and Klaus had held her
