The Dark Reunion (11 page)

Matt drew up a chair and straddled it. “Great. Take your best shot.” His eyes were hard and challenging, but underneath Stefan saw the bewildered hurt that had been festering there.

“I’ve seen a lot of evil, Matt, more than you can imagine,” Stefan said. “I’ve even lived it. It’s always going to be a part of me, no matter how I fight it. Sometimes I think the whole human race is evil, much less my kind. And sometimes I think that enough of both our races is evil that it doesn’t matter what happens to the rest.

“When you get down to it, though, I don’t know any more than you do. I can’t tell you if there’s a point or if things are ever going to turn out all right.” Stefan looked straight into Matt’s eyes and spoke deliberately. “But I’ve got
another question for you. So what?”

Matt stared. “So what?”

“Yeah. So what.”

“So what if the universe is evil and if nothing we do to try and change it can really make any difference?” Matt’s voice was gaining volume with his disbelief.

“Yeah, so what?” Stefan leaned forward. “So what are you going to do, Matt Honeycutt, if every bad thing you’ve said is true? What are you going to do personally? Are you going to stop fighting and swim with the sharks?”

Matt was grasping the back of his chair. “What are you talking about?”

“You can do that, you know. Damon says so all the time. You can join up with the evil side, the winning side. And nobody can really blame you, because if the universe is that way, why shouldn’t you be that way too?”

“Like hell!” Matt exploded. His blue eyes were searing and he had half risen from his chair. “That’s Damon’s way, maybe! But just because it’s hopeless doesn’t mean it’s all right to stop fighting. Even if I
knew
it was hopeless, I’d still have to try. I have to try, damn it!”

“I know.” Stefan settled back and smiled faintly. It was a tired smile, but it showed the kinship he felt right then with Matt. And in a moment he saw by Matt’s face that Matt understood.

“I know because I feel the same way,” Stefan continued. “There’s no excuse for giving up just because it looks like we’re going to lose. We have to try—because the other choice is to surrender.”

“I’m not ready to surrender
anything
,” Matt said through his teeth. He looked as if he’d fought his way back to a fire inside him that had been burning all along. “Ever,” he said.

“Yeah, well, ‘ever’ is a long time,” Stefan said. “But for what it’s worth, I’m going to try not to either. I don’t know if it’s possible, but I’m going to try.”

“That’s all anybody can do,” Matt said. Slowly, he pushed himself off the chair and stood straight. The tension was gone from his muscles, and his eyes were the clear, almost piercing blue eyes Stefan remembered. “Okay,” he said quietly. “If you found what you came for, we’d better get back to the girls.”

Stefan thought, his mind switching gears. “Matt, if I’m right about what’s going on, the girls should be okay for a while. But you go ahead and take over the watch from them. As long as I’m here there’s something I’d like to read up on—by a guy named Gervase of Tilbury, who lived in the early 1200s.”

“Even before your time, eh?” Matt said, and Stefan gave him the ghost of a smile. They stood for a moment, looking at each other.

“All right. I guess I’ll see you at Vickie’s.” Matt turned to the door, then hesitated. Abruptly, he turned again and held out his hand. “Stefan—I’m glad you came back.”

Stefan gripped it. “I’m glad to hear it” was all he said, but inside he felt a warmth that took away the stabbing pain.

And some of the loneliness, too.

8

From where Bonnie and Meredith sat in the car, they could just see Vickie’s window. It would have been better to be closer, but then someone might have discovered them.

Meredith poured the last of the coffee out of the Thermos and drank it. Then she yawned. She caught herself guiltily and looked at Bonnie.

“You having trouble sleeping at night too?”

“Yes. I can’t imagine why,” Meredith said.

“Do you think the guys are having a little talk?”

Meredith glanced at her quickly, obviously surprised, then smiled. Bonnie realized Meredith hadn’t expected her to catch on. “I hope so,” Meredith said. “It might do Matt some good.”

Bonnie nodded and relaxed back into the seat. Meredith’s car had never seemed so comfortable before.

When she looked at Meredith again, the dark-haired girl was asleep.

Oh, great. Terrific. Bonnie stared into the dregs of her coffee mug, making a face. She didn’t dare relax again; if they
both
fell asleep, it could be disastrous. She dug her nails into her palms and stared at Vickie’s lighted window.

When she found the image blurring and doubling on her, she knew something had to be done.

Fresh air. That would help. Without bothering to be too quiet about it, she unlocked the door and pulled the handle up. The door clicked open, but Meredith went on breathing deeply.

She must really be tired, Bonnie thought, getting out. She shut the door more gently, locking Meredith inside. It was only then that she realized she herself didn’t have a key.

Oh, well, she’d wake Meredith to let her back in. Meanwhile she’d go check on Vickie. Vickie was probably still awake.

The sky was brooding and overcast, but the night was warm. Behind Vickie’s house the black walnut trees stirred very faintly. Crickets sang, but their monotonous chirping only seemed like
part of a larger silence.

The scent of honeysuckle filled Bonnie’s nostrils. She tapped on Vickie’s window lightly with her fingernails, peering through the crack in the curtains.

No answer. On the bed she could make out a lump of blankets with unkempt brown hair sticking out the top. Vickie was asleep too.

As Bonnie stood there, the silence seemed to thicken around her. The crickets weren’t singing anymore, and the trees were still. And yet it was as if she was straining to hear something she
knew
was there.

I’m not alone, she realized.

None of her ordinary senses told her this. But her sixth sense, the one that sent chills up her arms and ice down her spine, the one that was newly awakened to the presence of Power, was certain. There was … something … near. Something … watching her.

She turned slowly, afraid to make a sound. If she didn’t make any noise, maybe whatever it was wouldn’t get her. Maybe it wouldn’t notice her.

The silence had become deadly, menacing. It
hummed in her ears with the beat of her own blood. And she couldn’t help imagining what might come screaming out of it at any minute.

Something with hot, moist hands, she thought, staring into the darkness of the backyard. Black on gray, black on black was all she could see. Every shape might be anything, and all the shadows seemed to be moving. Something with hot, sweaty hands and arms strong enough to crush her—

The snap of a twig exploded through her like gunfire.

She spun toward it, eyes and ears straining. But there was only darkness and silence.

Fingers touched the back of her neck.

Bonnie whirled again, almost falling, almost fainting. She was too frightened to scream. When she saw who it was, shock robbed all her senses and her muscles collapsed. She would have ended up in a heap on the ground if he hadn’t caught her and held her straight.

“You look frightened,” Damon said softly.

Bonnie shook her head. She didn’t have any voice yet. She thought she still might faint. But she tried to pull away just the same.

He didn’t tighten his grip, but he didn’t let go. And struggling did about as much good as trying to break a brick wall with bare hands. She gave up and tried to calm her breathing.

“Are you frightened
me
?” Damon said. He smiled reprovingly, as if they shared a secret. “You don’t need to be.”

How had Elena managed to deal with this? But Elena hadn’t, of course, Bonnie realized. Elena had succumbed to Damon in the end. Damon had won and had his way.

He released one of her arms to trace, very lightly, the curve of her upper lip. “I suppose I should go away,” he said, “and not scare you anymore. Is that what you want?”

Like a rabbit with a snake, Bonnie thought. This is how the rabbit feels. Only I don’t suppose he’ll kill me. I might just die on my own, though. She felt as if her legs might melt away at any minute, as if she might collapse. There was a warmth and a trembling inside her.

Think of something … fast. Those unfathomable black eyes were filling the universe now. She thought she could see stars inside them.
Think.
Quickly.

Elena wouldn’t like it, she thought, just as his lips touched hers. Yes, that was it. But the problem was, she didn’t have the strength to say it. The warmth was growing, rushing out to all parts of her, from her fingertips to the soles of her feet. His lips were cool, like silk, but everything else was so warm. She didn’t need to be afraid; she could just let go and float on this. Sweetness rushed through her….

“What the
hell
is going on?”

The voice broke the silence, broke the spell. Bonnie started and found herself able to turn her head. Matt was standing at the edge of the yard, his fists clenched, his eyes like chips of blue ice. Ice so cold it burned.

“Get away from her,” Matt said.

To Bonnie’s surprise, the grip on her arms eased. She stepped back, straightening her blouse, a little breathless. Her mind was working again.

“It’s okay,” she said to Matt, her voice almost normal. “I was just—”

“Go back to the car and stay there.”

Now
wait
a minute, thought Bonnie. She was glad Matt had come; the interruption had been
very conveniently timed. But he was coming on a little heavy with the protective older brother bit.

“Look, Matt—”

“Go on,” he said, still staring at Damon.

Meredith wouldn’t have let herself be ordered around this way. And Elena certainly wouldn’t. Bonnie opened her mouth to tell Matt to go sit in the car himself when she suddenly realized something.

This was the first time in months she’d seen Matt really
care
about anything. The light was back in those blue eyes—that cold flash of righteous anger that used to make even Tyler Smallwood back down. Matt was alive right now, and full of energy. He was himself again.

Bonnie bit her lip. For a moment she struggled with her pride. Then she conquered it and lowered her eyes.

“Thanks for rescuing me,” she murmured, and left the yard.

Matt was so angry he didn’t dare move closer to Damon for fear he might take a swing at him. And the chilling darkness in Damon’s eyes told
him that wouldn’t be a very good idea.

But Damon’s voice was smooth, almost dispassionate. “My taste for blood isn’t just a whim, you know. It’s a necessity you’re interfering with here. I’m only doing what I have to.”

This callous indifference was too much for Matt. They think of us as food, he remembered. They’re the hunters, we’re the prey. And he had his claws in Bonnie, Bonnie who couldn’t wrestle a kitten.

Contemptuously he said, “Why don’t you pick on somebody your own size, then?”

Damon smiled and the air went colder. “Like you?”

Matt just stared at him. He could feel muscles clench in his jaw. After a moment he said tightly, “You can try.”

“I can do more than try, Matt.” Damon took a single step toward him like a stalking panther. Involuntarily, Matt thought of jungle cats, of their powerful spring and their sharp, tearing teeth. He thought of what Tyler had looked like in the Quonset hut last year when Stefan was through with him. Red meat. Just red meat and blood.

“What was that history teacher’s name?” Damon was saying silkily. He seemed amused now, enjoying this. “Mr. Tanner, wasn’t it? I did more than try with him.”

“You’re a murderer.”

Damon nodded, unoffended, as if he’d just been introduced. “Of course, he stuck a knife in me. I wasn’t planning to drain him quite dry, but he annoyed me and I changed my mind. You’re annoying me now, Matt.”

Matt had his knees locked to keep from running. It was more than the catlike stalking grace, it was more than those unearthly black eyes fastened on his. There was something
inside
Damon that whispered terror to the human brain. Some menace that spoke directly to Matt’s blood, telling him to do anything to get away.

But he wouldn’t run. His conversation with Stefan was blurred in his mind rig ht now, but he knew one thing from it. Even if he died here, he wouldn’t run.

“Don’t be stupid,” Damon said, as if he’d heard every word of Matt’s thoughts. “You’ve never had blood taken from you by force, have you? It hurts, Matt. It hurts a lot.”

Elena, Matt remembered. That first time when she’d taken his blood he’d been scared, and the fear had been bad enough. But he’d been doing it of his own volition then. What would it be like when he was unwilling?

I will not run. I will not look away.

Aloud he said, still looking straight at Damon, “If you’re going to kill me, you’d better stop talking and do it. Because maybe you can make me die, but that’s all you can make me do.”