The Vampire Diaries: The Awakening Chapter Fifteen

As soon as he left Elena at her ho expend, Stefan went to the woods.He took Old Creek Road, driving under the sullen clouds-through which no eyepatch of sky could be witnessn, to the place where he had parked on the first day of school.Leaving the car, he tried to retrace his steps exactly to the clearing where he had seen the crow. His hunters instincts helped him, recalling the shape of this bush and that k nonted root, until he stood in the open place ringed with ancient oak trees.Here. Under this blanket of dingy-brown leaves, some of the rabbits clappers might even remain. Taking a long breath to still himself, to gather his Powers, he contrive out a probing, demanding thought.And for the first time since hed come to Fells Church, he felt the flicker of a reply. save it seemed faint and wavering, and he could not locate it in space.He sighed and turned around-and stopped dead.Damon stood before him, coat of arms crossed oer his chest, lounging against the largest oak tree. He looked as if he might have been there for hours.So, express Stefan heavily, it is true. Its been a long time, brother.Not as long as you think, brother . Stefan remembered that voice, that velvety, ironical voice. Ive kept deny of you over the years, Damon said calmly. He flicked a bit of bark from the sleeve of his leather jacket as casually as he had once arranged his brocade cuffs. But then, you wouldnt k straightway that, would you? Ah, no, your Powers are as weak as ever.Be careful, Damon, Stefan said softly, dangerously. Be very careful tonight. Im not in a tolerant mood.St. Stefan in a pique? Imagine. Youre distressed, I suppose, because of my little excursions into your territory. I merely did it because I valued to be close to you. Brothers should be close.Youkilled tonight. And you tried to make me think Id done it.Are you quite original you didnt? Perhaps we did it together. Careful he said as Stefan stepped toward him. My mood is not the most tolerant tonight, e ither. I only had a wizened little history teacher you had a pretty girl.The fury at bottom Stefan coalesced, seeming to focus in one b sound burning spot, identical a sun inside him. Keep away from Elena, he whispered with such menace that Damon actually tilted his manoeuvre sand slightly. Keep away from her, Damon. I know youve been spying on her, watching her. But no more. Go near her again and youll regret it.You eer were selfish. Your one fault. Not pull up stakesing to share anything, are you? Suddenly, Damons lips sheer in a singularly beautiful smile. But fortunately the lovely Elena is more generous. Didnt she tell you virtually our little liaisons? Why, the first time we met she almost gave herself to me on the spot.Thats a lieOh, no, dear brother. I neer lie about anything important. Or do I mean unimportant? Anyway, your beauteous damsel nearly swooned into my arms. I think she likes men in drab. As Stefan stared at him, trying to control his breathing, Damon added, almost gently, Youre falsely about her, you know. You think shes sweet and docile, like Katherine. She isnt. Shes not your type at all, my saintly brother. She has a note and a fire in her that you wouldnt know what to do with.And you would, I suppose.Damon uncrossed his arms and slowly smiled again. Oh, yes.Stefan precious to leap for him, to smash that beautiful, arrogant smile, to tear Damons throat out. He said, in a barely controlled voice, Youre right about one thing. Shes strong. Strong enough to fight you off. And now that she knows what you really are, she will. All she feels for you now is disgust.Damons eyebrows lifted. Does she, now? Well see about that. Perhaps shell find that real darkness is more to her taste than feeble twilight. I, at least, can admit the truth about my nature. But I worry about you, little brother. Youre looking for weak and ill-fed. Shes a tease, is she?Kill him, something in Stefans mind demanded. Kill him, snap his neck, rip his throa t to crashing(a) shreds. But he knew Damon had fed very well tonight. His brothers dark aura was swollen, pulsing, almost shining with the liveness essence he had taken.Yes, I drank deeply, Damon said pleasantly, as if he knew what was in Stefans mind. He sighed and ran his tongue over his lips in satisfied remembrance. He was small, but there was a surprising amount of juice in him. Not pretty like Elena, and he certainly didnt smell as unplayful. But its always exhilarate to feel the new blood singing inside you. Damon breathed expansively, stepping away from the tree and looking around. Stefan remembered those urbane movements, too, each gesture controlled and precise. The centuries had only refined Damons natural poise.It makes me feel like doing this, said Damon, moving to a sapling a few yards away. It was half again as tall as he was, and when he grasped it his fingers did not meet around the trunk. But Stefan saw the quick breath and the ripple of muscles under Damons t hin black shirt, and then the tree tore loose from the ground, its roots dangling. Stefan could smell the pungent dampness of disturbed globe.I didnt like it there anyway, said Damon, and heaved it as far away as the still-entangled roots would allow. Then he smiled engagingly. It also makes me feel like doingthis . at that place was a shimmer of motion, and then Damon was gone. Stefan looked around but could see no sign of him.Up here, brother. The voice came from overhead, and when Stefan looked up he saw Damon perching among the spreading branches of the oak tree. There was a rustle of tawny brown leaves, and he disappeared again.Back here, brother. Stefan spun at the tap on his shoulder, only to see nothing behind him. Right here, brother. He spun again. No, try here. Furious, Stefan whipped the other way, trying to catch stick up of Damon. But his fingers grasped only air.Here, Stefan . This time the voice was in his mind, and the Power of it shook him to the core. It took en ormous strength to enter thoughts that clearly. Slowly, he turned around once more, to see Damon back in his original position, leaning against the bragging(a) oak tree.But this time the humor in those dark eyes had faded. They were black and fathomless, and Damons lips were set in a straight line.What more proof do you need, Stefan? Im as much stronger than you as you are stronger than these slimy humans. Im faster than you, too, and I have other Powers youve scarcely heard of. The Old Powers, Stefan. And Im not afraid to use them. If you fight me, Ill use them against you.Is that what you came here for? To torture me?Ive been merciful with you, brother. Many times youve been mine for the killing, but Ive always spared your life. But this time is different. Damon stepped away from the tree again and spoke aloud. I am warning you, Stefan, dont make up me. It doesnt matter what I came here for. What I want now is Elena. And if you try to stop me from taking her, I will kill you.Y ou can try, said Stefan. The hot pinpoint of fury inside him burned brighter than ever, displace forth its brilliance like a whole galaxy of stars. He knew, somehow, that it threatened Damons darkness.You think I cant do it? You never learn, do you, little brother? Stefan had just enough time to note Damons wear off shake of the head when there was another(prenominal) blur of motion and he felt strong pass seize him. He was fighting instantly, violently, trying with all his strength to throw them off. But they were like pass on of steel.He lashed out savagely, trying to strike at the vulnerable area under Damons jaw. It did no good his arms were pinioned behind him, his body immobilized. He was as helpless as a doll under the claws of a lean and expert cat.He went limp for an instant, making himself a deadweight, and then he suddenly surged with all his muscles, trying to break free, trying to get a blow in. The cruel men only tightened on him, making his struggles useless. Pathetic.You always were stubborn. Perhaps this will convince you . Stefan looked into his brothers face, pale as the frosted-glass windows at the boarding house, and at those black bottomless eyes. Then he felt fingers grasp his hair, jerk his head back, exposing his throat.His struggles redoubled, became frantic. Dont bother , came the voice in his head, and then he felt the sharp rending pain of teeth. He felt the humiliation and helplessness of the hunters victim, of the hunted, of the prey. And then the pain of blood being drawn out against his will.He refused to give in to it, and the pain grew worse, a feeling as if his soul was tearing loose like the sapling. It stabbed through him like spears of fire, concentrating on the punctures in his flesh where Damons teeth had sunk in. Agony flamed up his jaw and cheek and down his chest and shoulder. He felt a wave of vertigo and realized he was losing consciousness.Then, abruptly, the hands released him and he fell to the ground, o nto a bed of damp and moldering oak leaves. Gasping for breath, he painfully got to his hands and knees.You see, little brother, Im stronger than you. Strong enough to take you, take your blood and your life if I wish it. hold Elena to me, or I will.Stefan looked up. Damon was standing with head thrown back, legs slightly apart, like a conqueror putt his foot on the neck of the conquered. Those night-black eyes were hot with triumph, and Stefans blood was on his lips.Hatred alter Stefan, such hatred as he had never known before. It was as if all his earlier hatred of Damon had been a drop of water to this crashing, foaming ocean. Many times in the last long centuries he had regretted what he had done to his brother, when hed wished with all his soul to change it. Now he only wanted to do it again.Elena is not yours, he ground out, getting to his feet, trying not to show what an effort it cost him. And she never will be. Concentrating on each step, putting one foot in front of the other, he began walking away. His stallion body hurt, and the shame he felt was even greater than the physical ache. There were bits of wet leaves and crumbs of earth adhering to his clothes, but he did not brush them off. He fought to keep moving, to hold out against the weakness that lapped at his limbs.You never learn, brother.Stefan did not look back or try to reply. He gritted his teeth and kept his legs moving. some other step. And another step. And another step.If he could just sit down for a moment, restAnother step, and another step. The car couldnt be far now. Leaves crackled under his feet, and then he heard leaves crackle behind him.He tried to turn quickly, but his reflexes were almost gone. And the sharp motion was too much for him. Darkness filled him, filled his body and his mind, and he was falling. He fell forever into the black of absolute night. And then, mercifully, he knew no more.