automatic as breathing was to humans. But after a minute, he chuckled softly.
What? What? Elena demanded, smiling herself as his breath tickled.
Your blood’s laced with lemon balm, Stefan replied. Grandmama’s healing recipe has lemon balm and alcohol in it! Lemon balm wine!
Is that good or bad? Elena asked uncertainly.
It’s fine — for a change. But I still like your blood straight the best. Does it hurt too much?
Elena could feel herself flush. Damon had healed her cheek this way, back in the Dark Dimension, when Elena had, with her own body, protected a bleeding slave from a whiplash. She knew Stefan knew the story, and must know, each time he saw her, that the almost-invisible white line on her cheekbone had been stroked just this gently into healing.
Compared to that, these scratches are nothing, she sent. But a sudden chill went through her.
Stefan! I never begged your pardon for protecting Ulma at the risk of not being able to save you. Or, worse — for dancing while you were starving — for keeping up the society pretense so we could get the Twin Fox keyDo you think I care about that? Stefan’s voice was mock-angry as he gently sealed one cut at her throat. You did what you had to in order to track me — find me — save me — after I’d left you alone here. Don’t you think I understand? I didn’t deserve the savingNow Elena felt a small sob choke her. Never say that! Never! And I suppose — I suppose I knew you would forgive me — or I would have felt every jewel I wore burning like a brand. We had to chase you down like a fox with hounds — and we were so scared that a single misstep could mean you’d be hanged…or we would be.
Stefan was holding her tightly now. How can I make you understand? he asked.
You gave up everything — even your freedom — for me. You became slaves. You — you — were “Disciplined”…
Elena asked wildly, How do you know that? Who told you?
You told me, beloved. In your sleep — in your dreams.
But, Stefan — Damon took the pain for me. Did you know that?
Stefan was silent a moment, then responded, I…see. I didn’t know that before.
Scenes strewn from the Dark Dimension bubbled in Elena’s mind. That city of tarnished baubles — of illusive glitter, where a whiplash that spread blood across a wall was as much celebrated as a handful of rubies strewn on the sidewalk….
Love, don’t think about it. You followed me, and you rescued me, and now we’re here together, Stefan said. The last cut closed, he lay his cheek on hers.
That’s all I care about. You and I — together.
Elena was almost dizzily glad to be forgiven — but there was something inside her — something that had grown and grown and grown during the weeks she was in the Dark Dimension. A feeling for Damon that was not just the result of her need for his help. A feeling that Elena had thought Stefan understood. A feeling that might even change the relations between the three of them: her, Stefan, and Damon. But now Stefan seemed to assume that everything would return to the way it was before his kidnapping.
Oh, well, why fret about tomorrow when tonight was enough to make her weep with joy?
This was the best feeling in the world, the knowledge that she and Stefan were together, and she made Stefan promise her over and over that he would not ever leave her on another quest again, no matter how briefly, no matter what the cause.
By now, Elena could not even focus on what she had been worried about before.
She and Stefan had always found heaven in each other’s arms. They were meant to be together forever. Nothing else mattered now that she was home.
“Home” was where she and Stefan were together.
Bonnie couldn’t get to sleep after Damon’s words to her. She wanted to talk to Meredith, but there was an unseeing, unhearing lump in Meredith’s bed.
The only thing she could think of was to go down to the kitchen and huddle up with a cup of cocoa in the den, alone with her misery. Bonnie wasn’t good at being alone with herself.
But as it turned out, when she got to the bottom floor, she didn’t head for the kitchen after all. She went straight to the den. Everything was dark and strangelooking in the silent dimness. Turning on one light would just make everything else even darker. But she managed, with shaking fingers, to twist the switch of the standing lamp beside the couch. Now if only she could find a book or something…
She was holding on to her pillow as if it were a teddy bear, when Damon’s voice beside her said, “Poor little redbird. You shouldn’t be up so late, you know.”
Bonnie started and bit her lip.
“I hope you’re not still hurting,” she said coldly, very much on her dignity, which she suspected was not very convincing. But what was she supposed to do?
The truth was that Bonnie had absolutely no chance of winning a duel of wits with Damon — and she knew it.
Damon wanted to say, “Hurting? To a vampire, a human fleabite like that was…”
But unfortunately he was a human too. And it did hurt.
Not for long, he promised himself, looking at Bonnie.
“I thought you never wanted to see me again,” she said, chin trembling. It almost seemed too cruel to make use of a vulnerable little redbird. But what choice did he have?
I’ll make it up to her somehow, someday — I swear it, he thought. And at least I can make it pleasant now.
“That wasn’t what I said,” he replied, hoping that Bonnie wouldn’t remember exactly what he had said. If he could just Influence the trembling woman-child before him…but he couldn’t. He was a human now.
“You told me you would kill me.”
“Look, I’d just been knocked down by a human. I don’t suppose you know what that means, but it hasn’t happened to me since I was twelve years old, and still an original human boy.”
Bonnie’s chin kept trembling, but the tears had stopped. You are bravest when you’re scared, Damon thought.
“I’m more worried about the others,” he said.
“Others?” Bonnie blinked.
“In five hundred years of life, one tends to make a remarkable amount of enemies. I don’t know; maybe it’s just me. Or maybe it’s the simple little fact of being a vampire.”
“Oh. Oh, no!” Bonnie cried.
“What does it matter, little redbird? Long or short, life seems all too brief.”
“But — Damon—”
“Don’t fret, kitten. Have one of Nature’s remedies.” Damon pulled out of his breast pocket a small flask that smelled unquestionably of Black Magic.
“Oh — you saved it! How clever of you!”
“Try a taste? Ladies — strike that — young women first.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I used to get awfully silly on that.”
“The world is silly. Life is silly. Especially when you’ve been doomed six times before breakfast.” Damon opened the flask.
“Oh, all right!” Clearly thrilled by the notion of “drinking with Damon,” Bonnie took a very dainty sip.
Damon choked to cover a laugh. “You’d better take bigger swigs, redbird. Or it’s going to take all night before I get a turn.”
Bonnie took a deep breath, and then a deep draft. After about three of those, Damon decided she was ready.
Bonnie’s giggles were nonstop now. “I think…Do I think I’ve had enough now?”
“What colors do you see out here?”
“Pink? Violet? Is that right? Isn’t it nighttime?”
