by L. J. Smith
“No!” Elena shouted, panic ripping through her. She charged toward the vampires holding Stefan, but a hand clamped down on her shoulder, and she turned to see a tall, dark-haired guy she was pretty sure had been in her chemistry class, back at the beginning of the year.
“No interfering, now,” he said mockingly. “I think we can keep each other company.” Elena struggled, but she couldn’t move her arm, and he fisted his other hand in her hair, pulling her head back slowly to expose her neck.
Out of the corner of her eye, Elena saw Stefan fling one of the vampires off him, only to be pinned again. He was still fighting, though, not staked yet. The vampire holding her smiled, his canines descending, bigger and sharper, as she strained against him.
This can’t be how it ends, she thought, dazed. I won’t die like this. Elena wrested one of her hands free just as she heard a sudden clattering on the stairs, the sound of feet and bodies in motion. Another set of shelves fell, books skidding across the floor. The vampire holding her looked up and then released her, falling backward as a great splotch of blood bloomed on his chest.
Behind him, stave extended, was Meredith.
“Thanks,” Elena said, her mouth dry with fear.
“Anytime,” Meredith said, grinning savagely. “Just remind me to cut off his head later.” Then she was gone, spinning through the room, stave raised. A huge, white wolf—Zander, of course—had joined Spencer on the other side of the room, and they were fighting side by side, snarling and tearing at their enemies’ flesh. Alaric rushed past Elena, stake raised, and behind him stood Bonnie, her hands extended in front of her, chanting a spell of protection.
Alaric staked one of the vampires holding Stefan, and Stefan was able to take care of the others who had been restraining him. In a few minutes, the fight was over.
“You arrived just in the nick of time,” Stefan said. “Thank you.”
“It was Zander. He heard the fight when we drove past the library,” Meredith said, looking up from where she and Alaric were dragging vampire bodies across the floor to pile neatly in the corner. “We’ll have to burn these bodies, but it looks like this is the end of Ethan’s vampires. Other than Chloe, of course.”
“Thank goodness,” Bonnie said. She’d pulled an assortment of herbs from her bag and was tracing patterns, casting charms of distraction and misdirection, in the hopes that no one would come near the bodies until they could dispose of them. “But we’ve got something bigger to deal with.”
“Klaus,” said Elena, her shoulders slumping.
“We couldn’t get the wood. And Bonnie had a vision,” Meredith said.
“A dream, not a vision,” Bonnie interrupted sharply.
“Sorry, a dream,” Meredith corrected herself. “She thinks Klaus was reaching out to her, threatening her, and from what he said, it sounds like he’s ready to attack.”
“I don’t understand why he’d warn us, though,” Zander said. He and Spencer were both human-form again, and as he spoke, Zander wrapped a bandage around Spencer’s shoulder where he’d been hit by the row of shelves.
Meredith and Elena exchanged a look. “Klaus likes to taunt his victims,” Meredith said. “It’s all a game to him.”
“Then maybe we should try to turn the tables on him,” Elena suggested. Stefan nodded, guessing what she was planning, and gave her a subtle half smile. He’d been encouraging her to explore her new Powers more thoroughly. “I can try again to sense him,” she told the others. “If we can find where he and his allies are hiding, maybe we can find out what he’s doing, who he’s working with, catch him off guard.”
“Can you do it now?” Alaric asked, watching her with professional interest.
Elena nodded. Relaxing her body, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. At first, she felt nothing special. Slowly, she became aware that the sense of evil that had been overwhelming when she was surrounded by the fight wasn’t gone. There was still an insistent, low-key tugging, a feeling that something was wrong and that she had to fix it. That sense filled her, and she opened her eyes again.
Tendrils of black-and-rust-red aura hung smokelike in the air before her. Elena raised a hand toward them, but the colors swirled around her fingers without substance, the same way that Stefan’s aura had. Her powers must be getting stronger: what had been just a feeling was now solid, a trail of black and red leading up the stairs and out of the library. She could picture it going farther, over the quad and across the athletic fields behind the campus. Elena followed the wisps of color, and the others followed her.
“The woods again,” Bonnie said from behind Elena, but Elena barely heard her. The colors weren’t leading her into the woods; they were stretching across the field and around an equipment shed. The pounding in Elena’s head, the feeling of something being wrongwrongwrongwrongwrong intensified.
“Klaus is hiding back here somewhere?” Zander said, sounding confused. “Isn’t it kind of exposed?”
No, Elena thought, not Klaus. And suddenly, she realized what a huge mistake she’d made. The trail, the feeling of wrong she got, was familiar. Damon. She was leading everyone right to him.
There was a split second between when Elena realized this and when the whole group rounded the corner of the equipment shed. Her steps faltered, but it was too late to change their direction.
Damon was feeding, another fair-haired girl pulled tightly against his chest, his mouth open against her neck, his eyes tightly shut. Blood ran down both their necks, making a gory, wet patch on Damon’s black shirt.
There was a moment when everyone, even Meredith, froze. Without consciously thinking about it, Elena moved, throwing herself between the others and Damon.
“No,” she said, directing her words at Meredith. Meredith was the one who mattered here, the one who wouldn’t hesitate to kill Damon. “You can’t,” she told her. She glanced quickly at Damon, who opened his eyes briefly and gave her an irritated look, the look of a cat interrupted at its food dish. Then he closed his eyes again, working his fangs deeper into the girl’s throat. Bonnie gave a soft, horrified moan.
“What the hell, Elena?” Meredith shouted. “He’s killing her!” Balanced on the balls of her feet, she dodged to the side, stave raised, and Elena shifted quickly to stay between her and Damon. Someone was slipping past Elena on the other side, and she half turned to try to stop them, but it was Stefan, who pushed Damon away from his prey. Damon snarled but didn’t try to grab her again. Stefan watched his brother tensely as he supported the girl and passed her carefully to Alaric.
“Meredith, please,” Elena said, her voice thin and desperate to her own ears. “Please stop. There’s something wrong with him. But it’s Damon, he’s saved us before. He’s fought on our side in so many battles. You can’t kill him. We have to figure out what’s going on.”
Stefan had hold of Damon by the arms now, but his brother shrugged him off with an irritated twitch of his shoulders. As Elena looked over at them, Damon straightened up and settled his clothing into place, shooting Elena a brilliant, unfriendly smile. There was still blood streaking his mouth and chin. “I don’t need you to protect me, Elena,” he said. “I’ve taken care of myself for a long time now.”
“Please, Meredith,” Elena said again, ignoring his words, and stretched out her hands to her friend pleadingly.
“Oh, yes,” Damon said mockingly, turning his sharp smile on Meredith. “Please, Meredith. Are you sure about who your allies are here, hunter?”
Meredith had lowered her stave a couple of inches, but her eyes were flat and hard as she glared at Elena. “You and Stefan jumped in to protect him awfully quickly,” she said coldly. “How long has this been going on?”
Elena flinched. “I’ve known for a few days that Damon was hunting again,” she said. “The girls were all right at the end, though.” She knew how weak that protest was. Worse, she wasn’t sure she quite believed it—Damon had abandoned the girl she and Stefan found in the woods; she could have died. What els
e had he done?
But she couldn’t let Meredith kill him.
“I’ll take responsibility for him,” she said quickly. “Stefan and I. We’ll make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone else. Please, Meredith.” Stefan nodded, his hand tight again around his brother’s arm, as if he was restraining a disobedient child. Damon sneered at them both.
Meredith hissed through her teeth with frustration. “What about you?” she said, jerking her chin at Damon. “Do you have anything more to say for yourself?”
Damon tilted his chin and gave her a cool, arrogant smile, but said nothing. Elena’s heart sank: Damon had clearly decided to be as irritating as possible. After a moment, Meredith jabbed the stave at Elena, stopping well short of touching her.
“Don’t forget,” she said. “This is your problem. Your responsibility, Elena. If he kills anyone, he’ll be dead the next day. And we’re not done talking about this.”
Elena felt Stefan, pulling Damon with him, move up behind her, a strong, supportive figure at her shoulder. “We understand,” he said solemnly.
Meredith glared at them all, shaking her head, and then turned and walked off without a word. Alaric and Bonnie followed her, supporting Damon’s victim between them, her choking sobs the only sound Elena could hear. Zander and Spencer gave Elena and the Salvatore brothers long, thoughtful looks before following the others. Elena trembled inwardly: the Pack could be a dangerous enemy, if it decided Elena wasn’t on the right side.
As soon as her friends had rounded the bend in the path and were out of sight, Elena whirled angrily to face Damon. But Stefan, still clutching Damon by one arm, spoke before she could.
“You idiot,” he said coldly, punctuating his words with a little shake of Damon’s arm. “What were you thinking, Damon? You want to undo all the good you’ve done?” With each question, he shook his brother a little more.
Damon shoved Stefan’s hand away, the mocking smile he’d worn dropping off his face. “I was thinking that I’m a vampire, little brother,” he said. “Clearly a lesson you still have to learn.” He wiped the blood from his mouth.
“Damon—” Elena said in exasperation, but Damon was already turning away. Quicker than her eyes could see, he was gone. A moment later, from a tree on the other side of the athletic field a large crow flew up, letting out a raucous caw.
“We might not be able to save Damon,” Stefan said in a troubled voice, taking her hand. “Not this time.”
Elena nodded. “I know,” she said. “But we have to try.” Her eyes followed the bird, just a dot in the sky now, as it flew above the campus. Regardless of what she had promised Meredith, she didn’t know if she could stop Damon from doing anything he wanted. But she and Stefan wouldn’t let Damon die. Somehow, at some point, saving him had become more important than anything else.
Chapter 19
Elena had been no stranger to battle in the past year. Her younger self would never have dreamed about weapons practice and defensive maneuvers. That Elena had focused on trips to France and beautiful dresses. But now, the fight against evil was what gave Elena a thrill, as much as she hated to admit it. Now, she walked united with her friends and allies, all looking to her for guidance.
Usually they were all united and looking to her for guidance, anyway. Since she and Stefan had defended Damon, Meredith had been distant. The Pack had been eyeing them so suspiciously that Elena could almost see the hair bristling on their heads as they shied away from her. Elena had turned the other day to find Shay staring at her menacingly. Even Bonnie had seemed to be avoiding her for the last few days. Only Andrés, although she’d told him what had happened, remained unchanged in his attitude toward Elena. They’d worked together the previous day, trying to unlock more of Elena’s Powers, but hadn’t been successful yet.
The fact that her other friends were suddenly suspicious of her hurt. The night after they found Damon feeding, Elena had been with Stefan in his room. “We’re doing the right thing, aren’t we?” she had asked him, hot tears stinging the corners of her eyes. “Even though our friends are scared, we can’t abandon Damon.”
Stefan had dragged a heavy, comforting hand across her back. “Everything will be okay,” he said, but Elena could hear the doubt and pain in his voice, mirroring her own.
Elena had to beg Meredith to follow her again as she tried to locate Klaus. But finding Klaus before he attacked was the best plan, Elena was sure, and this time they had all the fighters they could bring together. Klaus was so powerful; maybe the element of surprise would give them some advantage. Although a small comfort, they hoped that the daylight might also work in their favor.
The sunlight certainly seemed to be bothering Chloe, Elena thought. The curly-haired girl’s dimples were nowhere in sight as she clung close to Matt’s side, her head bowed. She looked strained and miserable, and Matt, although standing straight and alert as a soldier, seemed weary, his features sharper and paler than they’d been just a couple of weeks before.
Zander and his Pack of Original werewolves, on the other hand, were hyped up and practically bouncing off the walls. As Elena watched, Zander grabbed tall, shaggy Marcus in an armlock and forced him to his knees, both of them laughing and swearing as Marcus kicked at him. Even Shay, who usually seemed a little removed from the rest of the Pack, was getting in on the act, gleefully screeching from her perch on Jared’s shoulders as he spun around and around, trying to dislodge her. Tonight would be a full moon, and the werewolves, sensing the change coming, were high on adrenaline.
Stefan was moving among their friends, calmly offering instructions and words of encouragement. The werewolves quieted to listen to him, their expressions alert. Bonnie and Alaric, looking through a book of spells Alaric had located, turned to show Stefan what they had found, obviously asking his advice. They might be angry at him for protecting Damon, Elena realized with a surge of pride, but when push came to shove, they all trusted Stefan.
Meredith remained silent as she prepared for the battle. She sharpened her knives and polished her stave with her face tight and closed off, refusing to look at Stefan or Elena. Impulsively, Elena started toward her hunter friend. She didn’t know what she could say, but Meredith understood loyalty: she’d be able to forgive Elena even if she didn’t agree with her. But before she made it more than a few steps, Elena felt a hand on her arm. She turned and there was Andrés, smiling tentatively at her.
“You came,” she said, simple pleasure bubbling up inside her.
“You called me,” he answered. “We have to stick together against the evil things of this world, yes?”
“Absolutely,” Stefan said as he joined them. Elena introduced Stefan and Andrés, watching as Andrés frowned and pulled back a little, clearly realizing for the first time that the Stefan she’d told him about was a vampire. But then he shook Stefan’s hand enthusiastically, and Elena relaxed. She’d thought Andrés would see through to the good person Stefan was, vampire or not, but she hadn’t been entirely sure. The Guardians of the Celestial Court had not, after all, not really.
After greeting Andrés, Stefan turned back to Elena. “I think we’re all good to go,” he told her. “Are you ready?”
“Okay,” Elena said. Closing her eyes, she breathed deeply, feeling Andrés feed her his Power, opening herself up to let it stream into her.
“Think of protection,” Andrés told her, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Think of defending those you love against Klaus.” Elena concentrated, and as before, it was like blossoms unfolding within her, one by one.
She felt the familiar ominous gray and blue of Damon’s aura off across campus, and pushed it away, concentrated harder. Klaus. Klaus. There was something else, greasy and dark, like a pall of foul smoke. Worse than Damon’s aura, much worse.
Her eyes snapped open. “This way,” she said.
Even to Meredith, who was easily the best human hiker in the group, it felt like they’d been trekking for hours. They were deep into the woods now, and the
sun had passed overhead and was hanging above the horizon; they were going to lose the advantage daylight would have given them. But Elena still walked on, as straight and certain as if she was following a clearly laid-out road through the trees.
Meredith pulled the hair off her neck into a ponytail, trying to cool off, and continued after Elena, pushing away the memory of the last time she’d let Elena lead them, of Damon’s vicious feeding. A good warrior focused on the battle ahead of her, not conflicts within her own army.
The ground was growing swampy, their steps leaving little puddles of water seeping through the mud behind them, when Elena suddenly halted and gestured the others to come closer to her.
“We’re almost there,” she said. “Just through that next stand of trees.”
“Are you sure it’s Klaus?” Meredith asked, and Elena shook her head.
“It’s a big group of vampires, anyway,” she said. “I can sense that. Who else could it be?”
Stefan nodded. “I feel them, too.”
Now that everyone knew where they were going, Elena dropped back to walk with Alaric and Bonnie, who began muttering spells of protection and concealment, their hands extended. Andrés, breathing deeply and seeming to draw Power into himself, joined them. It was time for the fighters to take the lead.
Stefan and Meredith moved side by side, Meredith balancing her stave. Stefan was poised on the balls of his feet. His mouth was slightly ajar, and Meredith could see that his sharp canine teeth had descended in anticipation of their attack. She felt a slight, unexpected pang: not long ago, Damon had fought beside her and he had been a worthy comrade, quick and brave and relentless. Stefan was all of that; but he didn’t take the same pleasure in a fight that Damon did. If only Damon could be trusted.
Zander, Shay, and the four other Pack werewolves who could shift without the full moon at its peak had changed, and they flanked Stefan and Meredith. Moving quietly, they paced ahead with their tails held out straight behind them and their ears pricked forward, lips pulling back in silent snarls. Zander and Shay, leading the Pack on each side, moved in tandem, each one’s step perfectly in time with the other’s. The five remaining werewolves, who would not be able to change until the moon rose, walked behind them, as alert and focused as their lupine family. Matt and Chloe came next, halfway between the warriors and the others.