The Vampire Diaries: Dark Reunion Chapter Fifteen

Klaus screamed, a scream that reminded fairish of ancient predators, of the sabertooth cat and the bull mammoth. Blood frothed aside of his intercommunicate along with the scream, turning that salutary-grown await into a twisted mask of fury.His hands scrabbled at his cover song, trying to get a grip on the white change risk and devote it pop. exclusively it was buried too deep. The throw had been a good one.Damon, beautiful whispered.He was standing at the edge of the clearing, framed by oak trees. As she watched, he took a step toward Klaus, and then a nonher lithe angry walk steps filled with deadly purpose.And he was angry. comme il faut would devote run from the determine on his side of meat if her muscles hadnt been frozen. She had neer seen such menace so barely held in check.Get away from my brother, he give tongue to, virtually breathing it, with his eyeb either never leaving Klauss as he took another step.Klaus screamed again, just his hands stopped t heir frantic scrabbling. You idiot We dont have to fight I told you that at the house We smoke ignore each otherDamons voice was no louder than before. Get away from my brother. Bonnie could feel it inside him, a swell of Power give care a tsunami. He continued, so softly that Bonnie had to strain to hear him, Before I jerk your life come to the fore.Bonnie could move after all. She stepped backward.I told you screamed Klaus, frothing. Damon didnt confess the words in any way. His w plenty organism seemed focused on Klauss throat, on his chest, on the beating heart inside that he was going to tear show up.Klaus picked up the unbroken lance and rushed him.In spite of all the blood, the blond populace seemed to have plenty of strength odd. The rush was sudden, violent, and almost inescapable. Bonnie saw him thrust the lance at Damon and shut her eyes involuntarily, and then opened them an instant later as she heard the flurry of wings.Klaus had plunged right by means of the spot where Damon had been, and a black crow was soaring upward while a single feather floated good accept. As Bonnie stared, Klauss rush took him into the darkness beyond the clearing and he disappeared.Dead silence fell in the wood.Bonnies paralysis broke slowly, and she first stepped, and then ran to where Stefan lay. He didnt open his eyes at her forward motion he seemed unconscious. She knelt beside him. And then she felt a sort of horrible brace creep over her, equal someone who has been swimming in ice wet and at last feels the first undeniable signs of hypothermia. If she hadnt had so many successive shocks already, she might have fled screaming or dissolved into hysterics. But as it was, this was patently the last step, the last little slide into unreality. Into a human being that couldnt be, but was.Shed never seen any soundbox hurt like this. Not even Mr. Tanner, and he had recrudesced of his wounds. zero point bloody shame had ever said could befriend fix this. Even if theyd had Stefan on a stretcher outside an operating room, it wouldnt have been enough.In that state of dreadful calm she meeted up to see a flutter of wings blur and shimmer in the moonlight. Damon stood beside her, and she spoke quite collectedly and rationally.Will giving him blood swear out?He didnt seem to hear her. His eyes were all black, all pupil. That barely leashed violence, that sense of ferocious energy held back, was gone. He knelt and touched the dark head on the ground.Stefan?Bonnie shut her eyes.Damons scared, she thought. Damons scared-Damon-and oh, God, I dont know what to do. at that places nothing to do-and its all over and were all lost and Damon is scared for Stefan. He isnt going to take care of things and he hasnt got a solution and somebodys got to fix this. And oh, God, please help me because Im so frightened and Stefans dying and Meredith and Matt are hurt and Klaus is going to come back.She opened her eyes to look at Damon. He was white, his face looking at terrifyingly young at that moment, with those dilated black eyes.Klaus is coming back, Bonnie said quietly. She wasnt afraid of him any much. They werent a centuries-old hunter and a seventeen-year-old human fille, sitting here at the edge of the world.They were fairish now two people, Damon and Bonnie, who had to do the best they could.I know, Damon said. He was holding Stefans hand, looking completely unabashed about it, and it seemed quite logical and sensible. Bonnie could feel him sending Power into Stefan, could also feel that it wasnt enough.Would blood help him?Not much. A little, maybe.Anything that helps at all weve got to try.Stefan whispered, No.Bonnie was surprised. Shed thought he was unconscious. But his eyes were open now, open and alert and smoldering green. They were the only alive thing about him.Dont be stupid, Damon said, his voice hardening. He was gripping Stefans hand until his knuckles whitened. Youre badly hurt.I wont break my promise. That immovable stubbornness was in Stefans voice, in his pale face. And when Damon opened his mouth again, undoubtedly to say that Stefan would break it and like it or Damon would break his neck, Stefan added, Especially when it wont do any good.Only the truth would do. And Stefan was telling the truth.He was still looking at his brother, who was looking back, all that fierce, furious attention focused on Stefan as it had been focused on Klaus earlier. As if somehow that would help.Im not badly hurt, Im dead, Stefan said brutally, his eyes locked on Damons. Their last and greatest struggle of wills, Bonnie thought. And you need to get Bonnie and the others out of here.We wont leave you, Bonnie intervened. That was the truth she could say that.You have to Stefan didnt glance aside, didnt look away from his brother. Damon, you know Im right. Klaus will be here any minute. Dont throw your life away. Dont throw their lives away.I dont give a cocksucker about their lives, Damon hissed. The truth also, Bonnie thought, curiously unoffended. there was only one life Damon cared about here, and it wasnt his own.Yes, you do Stefan flared back. He was hanging on to Damons hand with just as fierce a grip, as if this was a contest and he could force Damon to concede that way. Elena had a last request well, this is mine. You have Power, Damon. I require you to use it to help them.Stefan Bonnie whispered helplessly.Promise me, Stefan said to Damon, and then a spasm of pain twisted his face.For uncountable seconds Damon simply looked down at him. then he said, I promise, quick and sharp as the stroke of a dagger. He let go of Stefans hand and stood, turning to Bonnie. Come on.We cant leave himYes, we can. at that place was nothing young about Damons face now. Nothing vulnerable. You and your human friends are leaving here, permanently. I am coming back.Bonnie shook her head. She knew, dimly, that Damon wasnt betraying Stefan, that it was some mooring of Damon putting Ste fans ideals above Stefans life, but it was all too abstruse and incomprehensible to her. She didnt understand it and she didnt want to. All she knew was that Stefan couldnt be left lying there.Youre coming now, Damon said, compass for her, the steely ring back in his voice. Bonnie prepared herself for a fight, and then something happened that made all their debating meaningless. There was a crack like a giant whip and a flash like daylight, and Bonnie was blinded. When she could see through the afterimage, her eyes flew to the flames that were licking up from a newly blackened hole at the base of a tree.Bonnies eye darted to him next, as the only other thing moving in the clearing. He was waving the bloody white ash stake hed pulled out of his own back like a gory trophy.Lightning rod, thought Bonnie illogi recally, and then there was another crash.It stabbed down from an empty sky, in huge blue-white forks that lit everything like the sun at noon. Bonnie watched as one tree and th en another was hit, each one closer than the last. Flames vanquish up like hungry red goblins among the leaves.Two trees on either side of Bonnie exploded, with cracks so loud that she felt rather than heard it, a piercing pain in her eardrums. Damon, whose eyes were more sensitive, threw up a hand to protect them. thus he shouted Klaus and sprang toward the blond man. He wasnt stalking now this was the deadly race of attack. The burst of killing speed of the hunting cat or the wolf.Lightning caught him in midspring.Bonnie screamed as she saw it, jumping to her feet. There was a blue flash of superheated gases and a smell of burning, and then Damon was down, lying motionless on his face. Bonnie could see tiny wisps of smoke rise from him, just as they did from the trees.Speechless with horror, she looked at Klaus.He was swaggering through the clearing, holding his bloody stick like a golf club. He bent down over Damon as he passed, and smiled. Bonnie wanted to scream again, but she didnt have the breath. There didnt seem to be any air left to breathe.Ill deal with you later, Klaus told the unconscious Damon. Then his face tipped up toward Bonnie.You, he said, Im going to deal with right now.It was an instant before she realized he was looking at Stefan, and not her. Those electric blue eyes were fixed on Stefans face. They moved to Stefans bloody middle.Im going to eat you now, Salvatore.Bonnie was all alone. The only one left standing. And she was afraid. But she knew what she had to do.She let her knees collapse again, dropping to the ground beside Stefan. And this is how it ends, she thought. You kneel beside your knight and then you face the enemy.She looked at Klaus and moved so that she was shielding Stefan. He seemed to tick off her for the first time, and frowned as if hed found a spider in his salad. Firelight flickered orange-red on his face.No.And this is how the ending starts. Like this, so simply, with one word, and youre going to die on a summe r night. A summer night when the moon and stars are shining and bonfires burn like the flames the Druids used to summon the dead.Bonnie, go, Stefan said painfully. Get out while you can.No, Bonnie said. Im sorry, Elena, she thought. I cant save him. This is all I can do.Get out of the way, Klaus said through his teeth.No. She could wait and let Stefan die this way, instead of with Klauss teeth in his throat. It might not seem like much of a difference, but it was the most she could offer.Bonnie Stefan whispered.Dont you know who I am, girl? Ive walked with the devil. If you move, Ill let you die quickly.Bonnies voice had given out. She shook her head.Klaus threw back his own head and laughed. A little more blood trickled out, too. All right, he said. keep up it your own way. Both of you go together.Summer night, Bonnie thought. The solstice eve. When the line between worlds is so thin.Say good night, sweetheart.No time to trance, no time for anything. Nothing except one desperate a ppeal. Elena Bonnie screamed. Elena ElenaKlaus recoiled.For an instant, it seemed as if the name alone had the power to alarm him. Or as if he expected something to respond to Bonnies cry. He stood, listening.Bonnie drew on her powers, putting everything she had into it, throwing her need and her call out into the void.And felt nothing.Nothing disturbed the summer night except the crackling cloggy of flames. Klaus turned back to Bonnie and Stefan, and grinned.Then Bonnie saw the mist creeping along the ground.No-it couldnt be mist. It must be smoke from the fire. But it didnt stick out like either. It was swirling, rising in the air like a tiny whirlwind or dust devil. It was gathering into a shape roughly the size of a man.Mist was laming out of the ground, between the trees. Pools of it, each separate and distinct. Bonnie, staring mutely, could see through each patch, could see the flames, the oak trees, the bricks of the chimney. Klaus had stopped smiling, stopped moving, and was watching too.Bonnie turned to Stefan, unable to even frame the question.Unquiet spirits, he whispered huskily, his green eyes intent. The solstice. And then Bonnie understood.They were coming. From crossways the river, where the old necropolis lay. From the woods, where countless rileshift graves had been dug to dump bodies in before they rotted. The unquiet spirits, the soldiers who had fought here and died during the Civil War. A supernatural host answering the call for help.They were forming all around. There were hundreds of them.Bonnie could actually see faces now. The fuzzy outlines were filling in with pale hues like so many runny watercolors. She saw a flash of blue, a glimmer of gray. Both Union and Confederate troops. Bonnie glimpsed a pistol thrust into a belt, the glint of an ornamented sword. Chevrons on a sleeve. A bushy dark beard a long, well-tended white one. A small figure, child size, with dark holes for eyes and a drum hanging at thigh level.Oh, my God, she whispered. Oh, God. It wasnt swearing. It was something like a prayer.Not that she wasnt frightened of them, because she was. It was every nightmare shed ever had about the cemetery come true. Like her first dream about Elena, when things came travel out of the black pits in the earth only these things werent crawling, they were flying, skimming and floating until they swirled into human form. every(prenominal)thing that Bonnie had ever felt about the old graveyard-that it was alive and full of watching eyes, that there was some Power lurking behind its waiting stillness -was proving true. The earth of Fells Church was giving up its bloody memories. The spirits of those whod died here were go again.And Bonnie could feel their anger. It frightened her, but another emotion was waking up inside her, making her catch her breath and clench tighter on Stefans hand. Because the misty army had a leader.One figure was floating in front of the others, closest to the place where Klaus s tood. It had no shape or definition as yet, but it glowed and scintillated with the pale golden light of a candle flame. Then, before Bonnies eyes, it seemed to take on substance from the air, shining brighter and brighter every minute with an unearthly light. It was brighter than the circle of fire. It was so bright that Klaus leaned back from it and Bonnie blinked, but when she turned at a low sound, she saw Stefan staring straight into it, fearlessly, with wide-open eyes. And smiling, so faintly, as if rapturous to have this be the last thing he saw.Klaus dropped the stake. He had turned away from Bonnie and Stefan to face the being of light that hung in the clearing like an avenging angel. Golden hair streaming back in an invisible wind, Elena looked down on him.She came, Bonnie whispered.You asked her to, Stefan murmured. His voice trailed off into a labored breath, but he was still smiling. His eyes were serene.Stand away from them, Elena said, her voice coming simultaneously to Bonnies ears and her mind. It was like the chiming of dozens of bells, distant and close up at once. Its over now, Klaus.But Klaus rallied quickly. Bonnie saw his shoulders swell with a breath, noticed for the first time the hole in the back of the tan raincoat where the white ash stake had pierced him. It was stained dull red, and new blood was flowing now as Klaus flung out his arms.You think Im afraid of you? he shouted. He spun around, laughing at all the pallid forms. You think Im afraid of any of you? Youre dead Dust on the wind You cant touch meYoure wrong, Elena said in her wind-chime voice.Im one of the Old Ones An received Do you know what that means? Klaus turned again, addressing all of them, his unnaturally blue eyes seeming to catch some of the red glow of the fire. Ive never died. Every one of you has died, you gallery of spooks But not me. Death cant touch me. I am invincibleThe last word came in a shout so loud it echoed among the trees. Invincible invincible i nvincible. Bonnie heard it fading into the hungry sound of the fire.Elena waited until the last echo had died. Then she said, very simply, Not quite. She turned to look at the misty shapes around her. He wants to spill more blood here.A new voice spoke up, a hollow voice that ran like a trickle of cold water down Bonnies spine. Theres been enough killing, I say. It was a Union soldier with a double row of buttons on his jacket.to a greater extent than enough, said another voice, like the boom of a faraway drum. A Confederate holding a bayonet.Its time somebody stopped it-an old man in home-dyed butternut cloth.We cant let it go on-the drummer boy with the black holes for eyes.No more blood spilled Several voices took it up at once. No more killing The cry passed from one to another, until the swell of sound was louder than the roar of the fire. No more bloodYou cant touch me You cant kill meLets take im, boysYou cant kill me Im immortalThe crevice swept away into the darkness beyon d Bonnies sight. Following it was a trail of ghosts like a comets tail, shooting off into the night sky.Where are they taking him? Bonnie didnt mean to say it aloud she just blurted it out before she thought. But Elena heard.Where he wont do any harm, she said, and the look on her face stopped Bonnie from asking any other questions.There was a squealing, bleating sound from the other side of the clearing. Bonnie turned and saw Tyler, in his terrible part-human, part-animal shape, on his feet. There was no need for Carolines club. He was staring at Elena and the few remaining ghostly figures and gibbering.Dont let them take me Dont let them take me tooBefore Elena could speak, he had spun around. He regarded the fire, which was higher than his own head, for an instant, then plunged right through it, crashing into the forest beyond. Through a parting of the flames, Bonnie saw him drop to the ground, beating out flames on himself, then rise and run again. Then the fire flared up and sh e couldnt see anything more.But shed remembered something Meredith-and Matt. Meredith was lying propped up, her head in Carolines lap, watching. Matt was still on his back. Hurt, but not so badly hurt as Stefan.Elena, Bonnie said, catching the bright figures attention, and then she simply looked at him.The brightness came closer. Stefan didnt blink. He looked into the heart of the light and smiled. Hes been stopped now. Thanks to you.It was Bonnie who called us. And she couldnt have done it at the right place and the right time without you and the others.I tried to keep my promise.I know, Stefan.Bonnie didnt like the sound of this at all. It sounded too much like a farewell-a permanent one. Her own words floated back to her He might go to another place or-or just go out. And she didnt want Stefan to go anywhere. Surely anyone who looked that much like an angelElena, she said, cant you-do something? Cant you help him? Her voice was shaking.I can do something, she said. But I dont kno w if its the kind of help he wants. She turned back to Stefan. Stefan, I can cure what Klaus did. Tonight I have that much Power. But I cant cure what Katherine did.Bonnies numbed brain struggled with this for a while. What Katherine did-but Stefan had recovered months ago from Katherines torture in the crypt. Then she understood. What Katherine had done was make Stefan a vampire.Its been too long, Stefan was reflection to Elena. If you did cure it, Id be a pile of dust.Yes. Elena didnt smile, just went on looking at him steadily. Do you want my help, Stefan?To go on living in this world in the shadows Stefans voice was a whisper now, his green eyes distant. Bonnie wanted to shake him. Live, she thought to him, but she didnt dare say it for fear shed make him decide just the opposite. Then she thought of something else.To go on trying, she said, and both of them looked at her. She looked back, chin thrust out, and saw the beginning of a smile on Elenas bright lips. Elena turned to Stefan, and that tiny hint of a smile passed to him.Yes, he said quietly, and then, to Elena, I want your help.She bent and kissed him.Bonnie saw the brightness flow from her to Stefan, like a river of sparkling light engulfing him. It flooded over him the way the dark mist had surrounded Klaus, like a cascade of diamonds, until his entire body glowed like Elenas.For an instant Bonnie imagined she could see the blood inside him turned molten, flowing out to each vein, each capillary, healing everything it touched. Then the glow faint to a golden aura, soaking back into Stefans skin. His shirt was still demolished, but underneath the flesh was smooth and firm. Bonnie, feeling her own eyes wide with wonder, couldnt help reaching out to touch.It felt just like any skin. The horrible wounds were gone.She laughed aloud with sheer excitement, and then looked up, sobering. Elena- theres Meredith, too-The bright being that was Elena was already moving across the clearing. Meredith looked u p at her from Carolines lap.Hello, Elena, she said, almost normally, except that her voice was so weak.Elena bent and kissed her. The brightness flowed again, encompassing Meredith. And when it faded, Meredith stood up on her own two feet.Then she went to Damon.He was still lying where he had fallen. The ghosts had passed over him, taking no notice of him. Elenas brightness hovered over him, one shining hand reaching to touch his hair. Then she bent and kissed the dark head on the ground.As the sparkling light faded, Damon sat up and shook his head. He saw Elena and went still, then, every movement minute and self-contained, stood up. He didnt say anything, only looked as Elena turned back to Stefan.He was silhouetted against the fire. Bonnie had scarcely noticed how the red glow had grown so that it almost eclipsed Elenas gold. But now she saw it and felt a thrill of alarm.My last gift to you, Elena said, and it began to rain.Not a thunder-and-lightning storm, but a thorough patte ring rain that potent everything-Bonnie included-and doused the fire. It was fresh and cool, and it seemed to wash all the horror of the last hours away, cleansing the glade of everything that had happened there. Bonnie tilted her face up to it, shutting her eyes, wanting to stretch out her arms and embrace it. At last it slackened and she looked again at Elena.Elena was looking at Stefan, and there was no smile on her lips now. The wordless sorrow was back in her face.Its midnight, she said. And I have to go.Bonnie knew instantly, at the sound of it, that go didnt just mean for the moment. Go meant forever. Elena was going somewhere that no trance or dream could reach.And Stefan knew it too.Just a few more minutes, he said, reaching for her.Im sorry-Elena, wait-I need to tell you-I cant For the first time the serenity of that bright face was destroyed, showing not only gentle sadness but tearing grief. Stefan, I cant wait. Im so sorry. It was as if she were being pulled backward, retreating from them into some dimension that Bonnie could not see. Maybe the same place Honoria went when her task was finished, Bonnie thought. To be at peace.But Elenas eyes didnt look as if she were at peace. They clung to Stefan, and she reached out her hand toward his, hopelessly. They didnt touch. wherever Elena was being pulled was too far away.Elena-please It was the voice Stefan had called her with in his room. As if his heart was breaking.Stefan, Elena called again, but her voice came as if from a long distance. The brightness was almost gone. Then, as Bonnie stared through helpless tears, it winked out.Leaving the clearing silent once again. They were all gone, the ghosts of Fells Church who had walked for one night to keep more blood from being spilled. The bright spirit that had led them had vanished without a canvas, and even the moon and stars were covered by clouds.Bonnie knew that the wetness on Stefans face wasnt due to the rain that was still dust down.He was standing, chest heaving, looking at the last place where Elenas brightness had been seen. And all the longing and the pain Bonnie had glimpsed on his face at clock before was nothing to what she saw now.It isnt fair, she whispered. Then she shouted it to the sky, not caring who she was addressing. It isnt fairStefan had been breathing more and more quickly. Now he lifted his face too, not in anger but in unbearable pain. His eyes were searching the clouds as if he might find some last trace of golden light, some flicker of brightness there. He couldnt. Bonnie saw the spasm go through him, like the agony of Klauss stake. And the cry that burst out of him was the most terrible thing shed ever heard. Elena