Friday, August 30, 2019
The Vampire Diaries: The Struggle Chapter Two
The police had found Stefan's abandoned car by Old Creek Road. That meant he'd left it somewhere between Drowning Creek and the woods. Elena stumbled on the overgrown path through the graveyard, but she kept moving, head down, arms hugging her light sweater to her. She had known this graveyard all her life, and she could find her way through it blind. By the time she crossed the bridge, her shivering had become painful. It wasn't snowing as hard now, but the wind was even worse. It cut through her clothes as if they were made of tissue paper, and took her breath away. Stefan, she thought, and turned onto Old Creek Road, trudging northward. She didn't believe what Damon had said. If Stefan were dead she wouldknow. He was alive, somewhere, and she had to find him. He could be anywhere out in this swirling whiteness; he could be hurt, freezing. Dimly, Elena sensed that she was no longer rational. All her thoughts had narrowed down to one single idea. Stefan. Find Stefan. It was getting harder to keep to the road. On her right were oak trees, on her left, the swift waters of Drowning Creek. She staggered and slowed. The wind didn't seem quite so bad any more, but she did feel very tired. She needed to sit down and rest, just for a minute. As she sank down beside the road, she suddenly realized how silly she had been to go out searching for Stefan. Stefan would come to her. All she needed to do was sit here and wait. He was probably coming right now. Elena shut her eyes and leaned her head against her drawn-up knees. She felt much warmer now. Her mind drifted and she saw Stefan, saw him smile at her. His arms around her were strong and secure, and she relaxed against him, glad to let go of fear and tension. She was home. She-was where she belonged. Stefan would never let anything hurt her. But then, instead of holding her, Stefan was shaking her. He was ruining the beautiful tranquility of her rest. She saw his face, pale and urgent, his green eyes dark with pain. She tried to tell him to be still, but he wouldn't listen.Elena, get up , he said, and she felt the compelling force of those green eyes willing her to do it.Elena, get up now ââ¬â ââ¬Å"Elena, get up!â⬠The voice was high and thin and frightened. ââ¬Å"Come on, Elena! Get up! We can't carry you!â⬠Blinking, Elena brought a face into focus. It was small and heart-shaped, with fair, almost translucent skin, framed by masses of soft red curls. Wide brown eyes, with snowflakes caught in the lashes, stared worriedly into hers. ââ¬Å"Bonnie,â⬠she said slowly. ââ¬Å"What are you doing here?â⬠ââ¬Å"Helping me look for you,â⬠said a second, lower voice on Elena's other side. She turned slightly to see elegantly arched eyebrows and an olive complexion. Meredith's dark eyes, usually so ironic, were worried now, too. ââ¬Å"Stand up, Elena, unless you want to become an ice princess for real.â⬠It should have been warmer inside the car, but Elena's nerve endings were coming back to life, making her shake, telling her how cold she really was. Winter is an unforgiving season, she thought as Meredith drove. ââ¬Å"What's going on, Elena?â⬠said Bonnie from the back seat. ââ¬Å"What did you think you were doing, running away from school like that? And how could you come out here?â⬠Elena hesitated, then shook her head. She wanted nothing more than to tell Bonnie and Meredith everything. To tell them the whole terrifying story about Stefan and Damon and what had really happened last night to Mr. Tanner ââ¬â and about after. But she couldn't. Even if they would believe her, it wasn't her secret to tell. ââ¬Å"Everyone's out looking for you,â⬠Meredith said. ââ¬Å"The whole school's upset, and your aunt was nearly frantic.â⬠ââ¬Å"Sorry,â⬠said Elena dully, trying to stop her violent shivering. They turned onto Maple Street and pulled up to her house. Aunt Judith was waiting inside with heated blankets. ââ¬Å"I knew if they found you, you'd be half-frozen,â⬠she said in a determinedly cheerful voice as she reached for Elena. ââ¬Å"Snow on the day after Halloween! I can hardly believe it. Where did you girls find her?â⬠ââ¬Å"On Old Creek Road, past the bridge,â⬠said Meredith. Aunt Judith's thin face lost color. ââ¬Å"Near the graveyard? Where the attacks were? Elena, howcould you?â⬠¦Ã¢â¬ Her voice trailed off as she looked at Elena. ââ¬Å"We won't say anything more about it right now,â⬠she said, trying to regain her cheerful manner. ââ¬Å"Let's get you out of those wet clothes.â⬠ââ¬Å"I have to go back once I'm dry,â⬠said Elena. Her brain was working again, and one thing was clear: she hadn't really seen Stefan out there; it had been a dream. Stefan was still missing. ââ¬Å"You have to do nothing of the kind,â⬠said Robert, Aunt Judith's fiancà ¦. Elena had scarcely noticed him standing off to one side until then. But his tone brooked no argument. ââ¬Å"The police are looking for Stefan; you leave them to their job,â⬠he said. ââ¬Å"The police think he killed Mr. Tanner. But he didn't. You know that, don't you?â⬠As Aunt Judith pulled her sodden outer sweater off, Elena looked from one face to another for help, but they were all the same. ââ¬Å"Youknow he didn't do it,â⬠she repeated, almost desperately. There was a silence. ââ¬Å"Elena,â⬠Meredith said at last, ââ¬Å"no one wants to think he did. But ââ¬â well, it looks bad, his running away like this.â⬠ââ¬Å"He didn't run away. He didn't! Hedidn't ââ¬â ââ¬Å" ââ¬Å"Elena, hush,â⬠said Aunt Judith. ââ¬Å"Don't get yourself worked up. I think you must be getting sick. It was so cold out there, and you got only a few hours of sleep last nightâ⬠¦Ã¢â¬ She laid a hand on Elena's cheek. ââ¬Å"I'm not sick,â⬠she cried, pulling away. ââ¬Å"And I'm not crazy, either ââ¬â whatever you think. Stefan didn't run away and he didn't kill Mr. Tanner, and I don't care if none of you believes meâ⬠¦Ã¢â¬ She stopped, choking. Aunt Judith was fussing around her, hurrying her upstairs, and she let herself be hurried. But she wouldn't go to bed when Aunt Judith suggested she must be tired. Instead, once she had warmed up, she sat on the living room couch by the fireplace, with blankets heaped around her. The phone rang all afternoon, and she heard Aunt Judith talking to friends, neighbors, the school. She assured all of them that Elena was fine. Theâ⬠¦ the tragedy last night had unsettled her a bit, that was all, and she seemed a little feverish. But she'd be good as new after a rest. Meredith and Bonnie sat beside her. ââ¬Å"Do you want to talk?â⬠Meredith said in a low voice. Elena shook her head, staring into the fire. They were all against her. And Aunt Judith was wrong; she wasn't fine. She wouldn't be fine until Stefan was found. Matt stopped by, snow dusting his blond hair and his dark blue parka. As he entered the room, Elena looked up at him hopefully. Yesterday Matt had helped save Stefan, when the rest of the school had wanted to lynch him. But today he returned her hopeful look with one of sober regret, and the concern in his blue eyes was only for her. The disappointment was unbearable. ââ¬Å"What are you doing here?â⬠Elena demanded. ââ¬Å"Keeping your promise to ââ¬Ëtake care of me'?â⬠There was a flicker of hurt in his eyes. But Matt's voice was level. ââ¬Å"That's part of it, maybe. But I'd try to take care of you anyway, no matter what I promised. I've been worried about you. Listen, Elena ââ¬â ââ¬Å" She was in no mood to listen to anyone. ââ¬Å"Well, I'm just fine, thank you. Ask anybody here. So you can stop worrying. Besides, I don't see why you should keep a promise to amurderer. ââ¬Å" Startled, Matt looked at Meredith and Bonnie. Then he shook his head helplessly. ââ¬Å"You're not being fair.â⬠Elena was in no mood to be fair either. ââ¬Å"I told you, you can stop worrying about me, and about my business. I'm fine, thanks.â⬠The implication was obvious. Matt turned to the door just as Aunt Judith appeared with sandwiches. ââ¬Å"Sorry, I've got to go,â⬠he muttered, hurrying to the door. He left without looking back. Meredith and Bonnie and Aunt Judith and Robert tried to make conversation while they ate an early supper by the fire. Elena couldn't eat and wouldn't talk. The only one who wasn't miserable was Elena's little sister, Margaret. With four-year-old optimism, she cuddled up to Elena and offered her some of her Halloween candy. Elena hugged her sister hard, her face pressed into Margaret's white-blond hair for a moment. If Stefan could have called her or gotten a message to her, he would have done it by now. Nothing in the world would have stopped him, unless he were badly hurt, or trapped somewhere, orâ⬠¦ But Stefan was in trouble, and she had to find him somehow. She worried about it all through the evening, desperately trying to come up with a plan. One thing was clear; she was on her own. She couldn't trust anyone. It grew dark. Elena shifted on the couch and forced a yawn. ââ¬Å"I'm tired,â⬠she said quietly. ââ¬Å"Maybe I am sick after all. I think I'll go to bed.â⬠Meredith was looking at her keenly. ââ¬Å"I was just thinking, Miss Gilbert,â⬠she said, turning to Aunt Judith, ââ¬Å"that maybe Bonnie and I should stay the night. To keep Elena company.â⬠ââ¬Å"What a good idea,â⬠said Aunt Judith, pleased. ââ¬Å"As long as your parents don't mind, I'd be glad to have you.â⬠ââ¬Å"It's a long drive back to Herron. I think I'll stay, too,â⬠Robert said. ââ¬Å"I can just stretch out on the couch here.â⬠Aunt Judith protested that there were plenty of guest bedrooms upstairs, but Robert was adamant. The couch would do just fine for him, he said. After looking once from the couch to the hall where the front door stood plainly in view, Elena sat stonily. They'd planned this between them, or at least they were all in on it now. They were making sure she didn't leave the house. When she emerged from the bathroom a little while later, wrapped in her red silk kimono, she found Meredith and Bonnie sitting on her bed. ââ¬Å"Well, hello, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern,â⬠she said bitterly. Bonnie, who had been looking depressed, now looked alarmed. She glanced at Meredith doubtfully. ââ¬Å"She knows who we are. She means she thinks we're spies for her aunt,â⬠Meredith interpreted. ââ¬Å"Elena, you should realize that isn't so. Can't you trust us at all?â⬠ââ¬Å"I don't know. Can I?â⬠ââ¬Å"Yes, because we're yourfriends. â⬠Before Elena could move, Meredith jumped off the bed and shut the door. Then she turned to face Elena. ââ¬Å"Now, for once in your life, listen to me, you little idiot. It's true we don't know what to think about Stefan. But, don't you see, that's your own fault. Ever since you and he got together, you've been shutting us out. Things have been happening that you haven't told us about. At least you haven't told us the whole story. But in spite of that, in spite of everything, we still trust you. We still care about you. We're still behind you, Elena, and we want to help. And if you can't see that, then youare an idiot.â⬠Slowly, Elena looked from Meredith's dark, intense face to Bonnie's pale one. Bonnie nodded. ââ¬Å"It's true,â⬠she said, blinking hard as if to keep back tears. ââ¬Å"Even if you don't like us, we still like you. ââ¬Å" Elena felt her own eyes fill and her stern expression crumple. Then Bonnie was off the bed, and they were all hugging, and Elena found she couldn't help the tears that slid down her face. ââ¬Å"Yangtze?â⬠Bonnie's eyes widened. ââ¬Å"But why would he want to kill a dog?â⬠ââ¬Å"I don't know, but he was there that night, in your house. And he wasâ⬠¦ angry. I'm sorry, Bonnie.â⬠Bonnie shook her head dazedly. Meredith said, ââ¬Å"Why don't you tell the police?â⬠Elena's laugh was slightly hysterical. ââ¬Å"I can't. It's not something they can deal with. And that's another thing I can't explain. You said you still trusted me; well, you'll just have to trust me about that.â⬠Bonnie and Meredith looked at each other, then at the bedspread, where Elena's nervous fingers were picking a thread out of the embroidery. Finally Meredith said, ââ¬Å"All right. What can we do to help?â⬠ââ¬Å"I don't know. Nothing, unlessâ⬠¦Ã¢â¬ Elena stopped and looked at Bonnie. ââ¬Å"Unless,â⬠she said, in a changed voice, ââ¬Å"you can help me find Stefan.â⬠Bonnie's brown eyes were genuinely bewildered. ââ¬Å"Me? But what can I do?â⬠Then, at Meredith's indrawn breath, she said, ââ¬Å"Oh.Oh.â⬠ââ¬Å"You knew where I was that day I went to the cemetery,â⬠said Elena. ââ¬Å"And you even predicted Stefan's coming to school.â⬠ââ¬Å"I thought you didn't believe in all that psychic stuff,â⬠said Bonnie weakly. ââ¬Å"I've learned a thing or two since then. Anyway, I'm willing to believeanything if it'll help find Stefan. If there's any chance at all it will help.â⬠Bonnie was hunching up, as if trying to make her already tiny form as small as possible. ââ¬Å"Elena, you don't understand,â⬠she said wretchedly. ââ¬Å"I'm not trained; it's not something I can control. And ââ¬â and it's not a game, not any more. The more you use those powers, the more they useyou. Eventually they can end up using you all the time, whether you want it or not. It'sdangerous. ââ¬Å" Elena got up and walked to the cherry wood dresser, looking down at it without seeing it. At last she turned. ââ¬Å"You're right; it's not a game. And I believe you about how dangerous it can be. But it's not a game for Stefan, either. Bonnie, I think he's out there, somewhere, terribly hurt. And there's nobody to help him; nobody's even looking for him, except his enemies. He may be dying right now. He ââ¬â he may even beâ⬠¦Ã¢â¬ Her throat closed. She bowed her head over the dresser and made herself take a deep breath, trying to steady herself. When she looked up, she saw Meredith was looking at Bonnie. Bonnie straightened her shoulders, sitting up as tall as she could. Her chin lifted and her mouth set. And in her normally soft brown eyes, a grim light shone as they met Elena's. The match rasped and threw sparks in the darkness, and then the candle flame burned strong and bright. It lent a golden glow to Bonnie's pale face as she bent over it. ââ¬Å"I'm going to need both of you to help me focus,â⬠she said. ââ¬Å"Look into the flame, and think about Stefan. Picture him in your mind. No matter what happens, keep on looking at the flame. And whatever you do, don't say anything.â⬠Elena nodded, and then the only sound in the room was soft breathing. The flame flickered and danced, throwing patterns of light over the three girls sitting cross-legged around it. Bonnie, eyes closed, was breathing deeply and slowly, like someone drifting into sleep. Stefan, thought Elena, gazing into the flame, trying to pour all her will into the thought. She created him in her mind, using all her senses, conjuring him to her. The roughness of his woolen sweater under her cheek, the smell of his leather jacket, the strength of his arms around her. Oh, Stefanâ⬠¦ Bonnie's lashes fluttered and her breathing quickened, like a sleeper having a bad dream. Elena resolutely kept her eyes on the flame, but when Bonnie broke the silence a chill went up her spine. At first it was just a moan, the sound of someone in pain. Then, as Bonnie tossed her head, breath coming in short bursts, it became words. ââ¬Å"Aloneâ⬠¦Ã¢â¬ she said, and stopped. Elena's nails bit into her hand. ââ¬Å"Aloneâ⬠¦ in the dark,â⬠said Bonnie. Her voice was distant and tortured. There was another silence, and then Bonnie began to speak quickly. ââ¬Å"It's dark and cold. And I'm alone. There's something behind meâ⬠¦ jagged and hard. Rocks. They used to hurt ââ¬â but not now. I'm numb now, from the cold. So coldâ⬠¦Ã¢â¬ Bonnie twisted, as if trying to get away from something, and then she laughed, a dreadful laugh almost like a sob. ââ¬Å"That'sâ⬠¦ funny. I never thought I'd want to see the sun so much. But it's always dark here. And cold. Water up to my neck, like ice. That's funny, too. Water everywhere ââ¬â and me dying of thirst. So thirstyâ⬠¦ hurtsâ⬠¦Ã¢â¬ Elena felt something tighten around her heart. Bonnie was inside Stefan's thoughts, and who knew what she might discover there? Stefan, tell us where you are, she thought desperately. Look around; tell me what you see. ââ¬Å"â⬠Thirsty. I needâ⬠¦ life?â⬠Bonnie's voice was doubtful, as if not sure how to translate some concept. ââ¬Å"I'm weak. He said I'll always be the weak one. He's strongâ⬠¦ a killer. But that's what I am, too. I killed Katherine; maybe I deserve to die. Why not just let go?â⬠¦Ã¢â¬ ââ¬Å"No!â⬠said Elena before she could stop herself. In that instant, she forgot everything but Stefan's pain. ââ¬Å"Stefan ââ¬â ââ¬Å" ââ¬Å"Elena!â⬠Meredith cried sharply at the same time. But Bonnie's head fell forward, the flow of words cut off. Horrified, Elena realized what she had done. ââ¬Å"Bonnie, are you all right? Can you find him again? I didn't mean toâ⬠¦Ã¢â¬ Bonnie's head lifted. Her eyes were open now, but they looked at neither the candle nor Elena. They ââ¬Å"Elena,â⬠the voice said, ââ¬Å"don't go to the bridge. It's Death, Elena. Your death is waiting there.â⬠Then Bonnie slumped forward. Elena grabbed her shoulders and shook. ââ¬Å"Bonnie!â⬠she almost screamed. ââ¬Å"Bonnie!â⬠ââ¬Å"Whatâ⬠¦ oh, don't. Let go.â⬠Bonnie's voice was weak and shaken, but it was her own. Still bent over, she put a hand to her forehead. ââ¬Å"Bonnie, are you all right?â⬠ââ¬Å"I think soâ⬠¦ yes. But it was so strange.â⬠Her tone sharpened and she looked up, blinking. ââ¬Å"What was that, Elena, about being a killer?â⬠ââ¬Å"You remember that?â⬠ââ¬Å"I remember everything. I can't describe it; it was awful. But what did that mean?â⬠ââ¬Å"Nothing,â⬠said Elena. ââ¬Å"He's hallucinating, that's all.â⬠Meredith broke in. ââ¬Å"He? Then you really think she tuned in to Stefan?â⬠Elena nodded, her eyes sore and burning as she looked away. ââ¬Å"Yes. I think that was Stefan. It had to be. And I think she even told us where he is. Under Wickery Bridge, in the water.ââ¬
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