‘Katherine wanted you to become a vampire. And look at the results. Do not weep overmuch for her, Stefan, or search for clues to her death or existence. Let her go. It is truly the best thing you can do.’
I turned my head away from her and looked towards the only star bright enough to shine through the cloud cover – the North Star. Katherine was like that star: fixed in place, a silent spectre hanging above me, a benchmark against which to measure my progress. No matter my feelings towards her, she had made me, and she would be with me always.
‘We’re not all evil,’ I said, putting my arm around her. ‘You’re not.’
‘I’m a lot older than you,’ she said gently. ‘And who I am now isn’t who I’ve always been. You’re not the only one with things to atone for, Stefan. But I’ve made a vow to myself to be different.’
‘Oh, ugh. Vows.’ Damon stumbled onto the deck loudly. ‘By Our Lord, haven’t we made enough vows for a lifetime?’
‘The marriages were your idea, not mine,’ I pointed out.
‘Waah, wahh, I’m a vampire, I had a really great wedding, great champagne, my brother rescued me, and I’m still tortured.’
He bounced off the deck rails, palming the smooth wood and propelling himself back to the other side, port to starboard back and forth until he reached us. The untrained eye would have marked him as drunk, but there was a telltale crimson smear in the corners of his lips. He was drunk with our escape, with our rescue, with the lifeblood of some poor cabin boy – but not with drink. Not yet, at least.
‘Yes, and speaking of rescues, Margaret…’ I prompted.
Damon sighed. ‘When I confronted her about being able to withstand compulsion, Margaret admitted she was a witch and said she would help me.’
‘Just like that?’ I asked skeptically.
Damon rolled his eyes. ‘In return for us leaving New York and never coming back – in her lifetime, at least. And, this is the part that kills me, returning the dowries.’
‘Aw, Damon. I’m so sorry,’ Lexi said, her sparkling eyes belying her serious tone. ‘Your plan to fleece the rich didn’t work out. Better luck next time.’ She punched him lightly on the shoulder.
‘We owe her our lives,’ I said seriously. ‘She didn’t have to help us at all. By all rights, she shouldn’t have. The protection spell she cast around her and her husband – do you think it will really keep them safe?’
‘I have to believe. Either way, she’s a better soul than you lot,’ Lexi pronounced.
‘And speaking of better souls…’ I said to Damon, barely suppressing a smile, ‘what made you come back and rescue me? I thought you were hell-bent on “never forgiving me” and “punishing me until the end of my days”.’
Damon’s blue eyes were veiled. ‘Yes. Well, I meant every word. I will never forgive you. I will torture your every living moment.’
I shook my head, tamping down the stirring of black rage inside me that wanted to shout at Damon that he may have lost the love of his life, but I lost a life that I loved. And a father, and a home.
And a brother.
But as quickly as the rage flowed in, it ebbed back out again, leaving me hollow. How could I expect my brother to forgive me for turning him into a vampire when I couldn’t forgive myself for it? He had once loved me, as I had once loved Katherine, but I would never, ever forgive her for making me what I was now.
Damon took me by the shoulders. ‘Besides,’ he added, the corners of his lips turning up, ‘if anyone is going to kill you, it’s going to be me.’
Then, without another word, he leaped with vampiric speed onto the deck rail itself, balancing without moving a muscle as the boat dipped and rocked in the water, as though he were the ship’s figurehead, carved in cold marble.
He lifted his hand in salute. ‘I’ll be seeing you, brother.’
Then, before I could even utter his name, he stepped off the rail and plunged into the dark water below.
I raced to the edge of the boat and looked at the churning water. But my brother didn’t resurface. Lexi and I stood there for what felt like an eternity, until we were so far from shore and sky that it felt as though we were suspended in blackness.
Then, when the sun finally peeked its red head over the watery horizon, we went inside the dimly lit cabin to face our future.
EPILOGUE
My time in New York clarified the perils of my existence; despite my good intentions, I am dangerous to humans, and my brother is dangerous to everyone.
And now? What does the future hold? My days seem to pass like minutes. I suppose this means I’m growing accustomed to the idea of eternity.
I have lost so much in the months since I became the creature I now am. But I have gained time. And with time, I gain opportunity. I will see Italy. And the rest of Europe. I will travel the whole world. But I will never make a home among humans again.
As for Damon…I believe our road together is long and our story is not over yet. Should one of us ever finally come to his doom, it will only be the other who causes it.
And in the background…heralded by the faint perfume of lemon and ginger…will always be Katherine, laughing at both of us.
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