The Vampire Diaries: The Return: Midnight

by L. J. Smith

  “It doesn’t hurt,” Elena said. She was able to stand now.

  “You’re lying, princess,” he said. “The insides of your eyebrows are up. That’s pain. And your pulse is jumping—”

  “You can sense that without touching me?”

  “I can see it, at your temples. Vampires,” with vicious emphasis on what he still was, in essence, “notice things like that. I made you hurt yourself. And I can’t do anything to help. Also”—he shrugged—“you’re a beautiful liar. About the star ball, I mean.”

  “You can always sense when I’m lying?”

  “Angel,” he said wearily, “it’s easy. You are either the lucky holder of the star ball today…or you know who is.”

  Again, Elena’s head drooped in consternation.

  “Or else,” Damon said lightly, “the entire story of the drawing of the lots was a lie.”

  “Think what you like,” Elena said, with at least some of her usual fire. “And you can clean up this mess, too.”

  Just as she turned to leave, Damon had a revelation. “Mrs. Flowers!” he exclaimed.

  “Wrong,” Elena snapped.

  Elena, I wasn’t talking about the star ball. I give you my word on this. You know how hard it is to lie telepathically—

  Yes, and I know that therefore, if there’s one thing in the world you’d…practice…at…

  She couldn’t finish. She couldn’t make the speech. Elena knew how much Damon’s word meant to him.

  I’ll never tell you where it is, she sent telepathically to Damon. And I swear to you that Mrs. Flowers won’t either.

  “I believe you, but we’re still going to see her.”

  He picked Elena up easily and stepped over the smashed cup and saucer. Elena automatically grabbed his neck with both hands to balance herself.

  “Darling, what are you doing—?” Elena cried, then stopped, wide-eyed, two scalded fingers flying to her lips.

  Standing in the doorway, not two yards away from them, was petite Bonnie McCullough, a bottle of Black Magic wine, nonalcoholic but mystically exhilarating, held high in her hand. But as Elena watched, Bonnie’s expression changed all in an instant. It had been triumphant joy. But now it was shock. It was disbelief that couldn’t hold. Elena knew exactly what she was thinking. The whole house had devoted itself to making Damon comfortable—while Damon stole what rightfully belonged to Stefan: Elena. Plus he’d lied about not being a vampire anymore. And Elena wasn’t even fighting him off. She was calling him “darling”!

  Bonnie dropped the bottle and turned, running.

  3

  Damon leaped. Somewhere in the middle of the leap Elena felt herself left to the whims of gravity. She tried to curl into a ball to take the impact on one buttock.

  What happened was strange—almost miraculous. She came down, right side up, on the opposite side of the couch from the plate of steak tartar. The plate did a little leap of its own, three or four inches, perhaps, and then settled back where it had been.

  Elena was also lucky enough to get a perfect view of the end of the heroic rescue—which involved Damon diving for the floor and grabbing the bottle of precious Black Magic wine just before it hit the ground and smashed. He might not have the kind of lightning-fast reflexes he had when he was a vampire, but he was still far, far faster than an ordinary human. Leap holding girl, drop girl onto something soft, turn leap into dive, and at last instant grab bottle, just before it would hit. Amazing.

  But there was another way that Damon wasn’t like a vampire anymore—he wasn’t invincible to falling onto hard surfaces. Elena only realized this when she heard him gasp, trying to breathe and not being able to.

  She scrambled wildly in her mind for all the accidents she could remember with jocks, and—yes, recalled one when Matt had had the wind completely knocked out of him. The coach had seized him by the collar and thumped him on the back.

  Elena ran to Damon and grabbed him under the arms, rolling him onto his back. She put all her strength into hauling him into a sitting position. Then she made a club of her hands. Pretending she was Meredith, who had been on the baseball team at Robert E. Lee High and had a .225 ERA, she swung as hard as she could at Damon, slamming her fists into his back.

  And it worked!

  Suddenly Damon was wheezing, and then breathing again. A born straightener of ties, Elena knelt and tried to rearrange his clothes. As soon as he could breathe properly, his limbs stopped being pliant under her fingers. He gently curled her hands into each other. Elena wondered if possibly they’d gone so far beyond words that they would never find them again.

  How had it all happened? Damon had picked her up—perhaps because her leg was burned, or perhaps because he had decided Mrs. Flowers was the one with the star ball. She herself had said, “Damon, what are you doing?” Perfectly straightforward. And then halfway through the sentence she had heard for herself the “darling” and—but who would ever believe her?—it hadn’t been connected with anything they had been doing earlier at all. It had been an accident, a slip of the tongue.

  But she’d said it in front of Bonnie, the one person most likely to take it seriously and personally. And then Bonnie had been gone before she could even explain.

  Darling! When they had just started fighting again.

  It really was a joke. Because he had been serious about just taking the star ball. She had seen it in his eyes.

  To call Damon “darling” seriously, you would have to be—have to be…hopelessly…helplessly…desperately in…

  Oh, God…

  Tears began to run down Elena’s cheeks. But these were tears of revelation. Elena knew she wasn’t in her best form today. No real sleep for going on three days—too many conflicting emotions—too much genuine terror right now.

  Still, she was terrified to find that something fundamental had changed inside her.

  It wasn’t anything she had asked for. All she had asked was that the two brothers stop feuding. And she had been born to love Stefan; she knew that! Once, he’d been willing to marry her. Well, since then she’d been a vampire, a spirit, and a new incarnation dropped from the sky, and she could hope that one day he would be willing to marry the new Elena, too.

  But the new Elena was bewildered, what with her strange new blood that to vampires was like rocket fuel compared to the gasoline most girls carried about in their veins. With her Wings Powers, such as Wings of Redemption, most of which she didn’t understand and none of which she could control. Although lately she had seen the beginning of a stance, and she knew it was for Wings of Destruction. That, she thought grimly, might be quite useful someday.

  Of course a number of them had already been helpful to Damon, who was no longer simply an ally, but an enemy-ally again. Who wanted to steal something that her whole town needed.

  Elena hadn’t asked to fall in love with Damon—but, oh God, what if she already had? What if she couldn’t make the feelings stop? What could she do?

  Silently, she sat crying, knowing that she could never say any of these things to Damon. He had a gift of farseeing and a level head in times of emotion, but not, as she knew all too well, about this particular issue. If she told him what was in her heart, before she knew it, he would kidnap her. He would believe she had forgotten Stefan for good, as she had forgotten him briefly tonight.

  “Stefan,” she whispered. “I’m sorry…”

  She could never let Stefan know about it either—and Stefan was her heart.

  “We’ve got to get rid of Shinichi and Misao fast,” Matt was saying moodily. “I mean, I really need to get into condition soon or Kent State’s gonna send me back stamped ‘Reject.’” He and Meredith were sitting in Mrs. Flowers’s warm kitchen nibbling on gingersnap cookies and watching her as she diligently worked at making beef carpaccio—the second of the two raw beef recipes in the antique cookbook she owned. “Stefan’s doing so well that in a couple of days we could even be tossing around the old pigskin,” he added, sarcasm edging his voice, �
��if everybody in town would just stop being crazy possessed. Oh, yeah, and if the cops would stop coming after me for assaulting Caroline.”

  At the mention of Stefan’s name, Mrs. Flowers peeked into a cauldron that had been bubbling away on the stove for so long, and was now emitting such a fearsome odor that Matt didn’t know who to pity more: the guy getting the huge pile of raw meat or the one who’d soon be trying to choke down whatever was in that cooking pot.

  “So—assuming you’re alive—you’re going to be glad to leave Fell’s Church when the time comes?” Meredith asked him quietly.

  Matt felt as if she had just slapped him. “You’re joking, right?” he said, petting Saber with one tanned, bare foot. The huge beast was making a sort of growly purring sound. “I mean, before that, it’s going to be great to throw a couple of passes to Stefan again—he’s the best tight end I’ve ever seen—”

  “Or ever will see,” Meredith reminded him. “I don’t think many vampires go in for football, Matt, so don’t even think of suggesting that he and Elena follow you to Kent State. Besides, I’ll be right beside you, trying to get them to come to Harvard with me. And worse, we’re both checkmated by Bonnie, because that junior college—whatever—is much closer to Fell’s Church and all the things around here they love.”

  “All the things around here Elena loves,” Matt couldn’t help correcting. “All Stefan wants is to be with Elena.”

  “Now, now,” Mrs. Flowers said. “Let’s just take things as they come, shall we, my dears? Mama says that we need to keep up our strength. She sounds worried to me—you know, she can’t foresee everything that happens.”

  Matt nodded, but he had to swallow hard before saying to Meredith, “So, you’re eager to be off for the Ivied Walls, I’m sure?”

  “If it wasn’t Harvard—if I could just put it off for a year and keep my scholarship…” Meredith’s voice trailed off, but the yearning in it was unmistakable.

  Mrs. Flowers patted Meredith’s shoulder, and then said, “I wonder about dear Stefan and Elena. After all, with everyone thinking that she’s dead, Elena can’t live here and be seen.”

  “I think they’ve given up on the idea of going somewhere far, far away,” Matt said. “I’ll bet that now they think of themselves as Fell’s Church’s guardians. They’ll get by somehow. Elena can shave her head.” Matt was trying for a light tone, but the words sank like lead balloons as they left his mouth.

  “Mrs. Flowers was talking about college,” Meredith said in a tone just as heavy. “Are they going to be super-heroes at night and just veg out the rest of the time? If they want to go somewhere even next year, they need to be thinking about it now.”

  “Oh…well, I guess there’s Dalcrest.”

  “Where?”

  “You know, that little campus in Dyer. It’s small but the football team there is really—well, I guess Stefan wouldn’t care how good they are. But it’s only half an hour away.”

  “Oh, that place. Well, the sports may be fantastic but it’s sure not an Ivy, much less Harvard.” Meredith—unsentimental, enigmatic Meredith—sounded as if she had a stuffed-up nose.

  “Yeah,” Matt said—and just for a second took Meredith’s slim, cold hand and squeezed it. He was even more surprised when she linked her chilled fingers up with his, holding his hand.

  “Mama says whatever is fated to happen will happen soon,” Mrs. Flowers said serenely. “The main thing, as I see it, is to save the dear, dear old town. As well as the people.”

  “Of course it is,” Matt said. “We’re going to do our best. Thank God we have somebody in town who understands Japanese demons.”

  “Orime Saitou,” Mrs. Flowers said with a little smile. “Bless her for her amulets.”

  “Yeah, both of them,” Matt said, thinking of the grandmother and mother who shared the name. “I think we’re going to need a lot of those amulets they make,” he added grimly.

  Mrs. Flowers opened her mouth, but Meredith spoke, still focused on thoughts of her own.

  “You know, Stefan and Elena may not have given up on their far, far away thing after all,” she said sadly. “And since at this point none of us may even live to make it to our own colleges…” She shrugged.

  Matt was still squeezing her hand when Bonnie dashed in the front door, keening. She tried to speed through the foyer toward the stairs, avoiding the kitchen, but Matt released Meredith and they both dashed up to block her. Instantly, everyone was in combat mode. Meredith grasped Bonnie’s arm tightly. Mrs. Flowers came into the foyer, wiping her hands on a dish towel.

  “Bonnie, what happened? Is it Shinichi and Misao? Are we being attacked?” Meredith asked quietly but with the intensity to cut through hysteria.

  Something shot like a bolt of ice through Matt’s body. No one really knew where Shinichi and Misao were right now. Perhaps in the thicket that was all that was left of the Old Woods—perhaps right here at the boardinghouse. “Elena!” he shouted. “Oh, God, she and Damon are both out there! Are they hurt? Did Shinichi get them?”

  Bonnie shut her eyes and shook her head.

  “Bonnie, stay with me. Stay calm. Is it Shinichi? Is it the police?” Meredith asked. And to Matt: “You’d better check through the curtains there.” But Bonnie was still shaking her head.

  Matt saw no police lights through the curtains. Nor did he see any sign of Shinichi and Misao attacking.

  “If we’re not being attacked,” Matt could hear Meredith saying to Bonnie, “then what is happening?”

  Maddeningly, Bonnie just shook her head.

  Matt and Meredith looked at each other over Bonnie’s strawberry curls. “The star ball,” Meredith said softly, just as Matt growled, “That bastard.”

  “Elena won’t tell him anything but the story,” Meredith said. And Matt nodded, trying to keep from his mind a picture of Damon casually waving and Elena convulsing in agony.

  “Maybe it’s the possessed kids—the ones who walk around hurting themselves or acting insane,” Meredith said, with a side glance at Bonnie, and squeezing Matt’s hand very hard.

  Matt was bewildered and fumbled the cue. He said, “If that S.O.B. is trying to get the star ball, Bonnie wouldn’t have run away. She’s bravest when she’s scared. And unless he’s killed Elena she shouldn’t be like this—”

  Which left Meredith the grim job of saying, “Talk to us, Bonnie,” in her most comforting big-sister voice. “Something must have happened to get you in this state. Just breathe slowly and tell me what you saw.”

  And then, in a torrent, words began to spill from Bonnie’s lips. “She—she was calling him darling,” Bonnie said, gripping Meredith’s other hand with both of hers. “And there was blood smeared all around on her neck. And—oh, I dropped it! The bottle of Black Magic!”

  “Oh, well,” Mrs. Flowers said gently. “No use crying over spilled wine. We’ll just have to—”

  “No, you don’t understand,” Bonnie gasped. “I heard them talking as I came up—I had to go slow because it’s so hard not to trip. They were talking about the star ball! At first I thought they were arguing, but—she had her arms around Damon’s neck. And all that stuff about him not being a vampire anymore? She had blood all over her throat and he had it on his mouth! As soon as I got there he picked her up and threw her so I couldn’t see but he wasn’t fast enough. She must have given the star ball to him! And she still was calling him ‘darling’!”

  Matt’s eyes met Meredith’s and they both flushed and looked away quickly. If Damon was a vampire again—if he had somehow gotten the star ball from its hiding place—and if Elena had been “taking food” to him just to give him blood…

  Meredith was still looking for a way out. “Bonnie—aren’t you making too much of this? Anyway, what happened to Mrs. Flowers’s tray of food?”

  “It was—all over the place. They’d just tossed it away! But he was was holding her with one hand under her knees and one under her neck, and her head was way back so that her hair was falling
all over his shoulder!”

  There was a silence as everyone tried to imagine various positions that might correspond to Bonnie’s last words.

  “You mean he was holding her up to steady her?” Meredith asked, her voice suddenly almost a whisper. Matt caught her meaning. Stefan was probably asleep upstairs, and Meredith wanted to keep it that way.

  “No! They—they were looking at each other,” Bonnie cried. “Looking. Into each other’s eyes.”

  Mrs. Flowers spoke mildly. “But dear Bonnie—maybe Elena fell down and Damon had to just scoop her up.”

  Now Bonnie was speaking remorselessly and fluently. “Only if that’s what’s just happened to all those women on the covers of those romance books—what-d’you-call-’ems?”

  “Bodice-rippers?” Meredith suggested unhappily when no one else spoke.

  “That’s right! Bodice-rippers. That’s how he was holding her! I mean, we all knew that something was going on with the two of them in the Dark Dimension, but I thought all that would stop when we found Stefan. But it hasn’t!”

  Matt felt sick in the pit of his stomach. “You mean right now Elena and Damon are in there…kissing and stuff?”

  “I don’t know what I mean!” Bonnie exclaimed. “They were talking about the star ball! He was holding her like a bride! And she wasn’t fighting it!”

  With a chill of horror, Matt could see trouble, and he could see that Meredith could see it too. Even worse, they were looking in two different directions. Matt was looking upstairs, at the staircase, where Stefan had just appeared. Meredith was looking at the kitchen door, one glance at which showed Matt that Damon was entering the foyer.

  What was Damon doing in the kitchen? Matt wondered. We were there until a minute ago. And he was, what, eavesdropping from the den side?

  Matt gave the situation his best shot, anyway. “Stefan!” he said in a hearty voice that made him wince inwardly. “You ready for a little athlete’s-blood nightcap?”