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Authors: L. J. Smith

The Dark Reunion (4 page)

I can’t go any farther; I can’t, I can’t, she thought. I’m sorry for Vickie, but I can’t go on. Please, just let me stop here.

She was clinging to Meredith, almost crying. Then from upstairs came the most horrifying sound she had ever heard.

It was a whole series of sounds, actually, but they all came so close together that they blended into one terrible swell of noise. First there was screaming, Sue’s voice screaming, “Vickie! Vickie! No!” Then a resonant crash, the sound of glass shattering, as if a hundred windows were breaking at once. And over that a sustained scream, on a note of pure, exquisite terror.

Then it all stopped.


What was it?
What happened, Meredith?”

“Something bad.” Meredith’s voice was taut and choked. “Something very bad. Bonnie, let go. I’m going to see.”

“Not alone, you’re not,” Bonnie said fiercely.

They found the staircase and made their way up it. When they reached the landing, Bonnie could hear a strange and oddly sickening sound,
the tinkle of glass shards falling.

And then the lights went on.

It was too sudden; Bonnie screamed involuntarily. Turning to Meredith she almost screamed again. Meredith’s dark hair was disheveled and her cheekbones looked too sharp; her face was pale and hollow with fear.

Tinkle, tinkle.

It was
worse
with the lights on. Meredith was walking toward the last door down the hall, where the noise was coming from. Bonnie followed, but she knew suddenly, with all her heart, that she didn’t want to see inside that room.

Meredith pulled the door open. She froze for a minute in the doorway and then lunged quickly inside. Bonnie started for the door.


Oh, my God, don’t come any farther!

Bonnie didn’t even pause. She plunged into the doorway and then pulled up short. At first glance it looked as if the whole side of the house was gone. The French windows that connected the master bedroom to the balcony seemed to have exploded outward, the wood splintered, the glass shattered. Little pieces of glass were hanging precariously here and there from the
remnants of the wood frame. They tinkled as they fell.

Diaphanous white curtains billowed in and out of the gaping hole in the house. In front of them, in silhouette, Bonnie could see Vickie. She was standing with her hands at her sides, as motionless as a block of stone.

“Vickie, are you okay?” Bonnie was so relieved to see her alive that it was painful. “Vickie?”

Vickie didn’t turn, didn’t answer. Bonnie maneuvered around her cautiously, looking into her face. Vickie was staring straight ahead, her pupils pinpoints. She was sucking in little whistling breaths, chest heaving.

“I’m next. It said I’m next,” she whispered over and over, but she didn’t seem to be talking to Bonnie. She didn’t seem to see Bonnie at all.

Shuddering, Bonnie reeled away. Meredith was on the balcony. She turned as Bonnie reached the curtains and tried to block the way.

“Don’t look. Don’t look down there,” she said.

Down
where
? Suddenly Bonnie understood.
She shoved past Meredith, who caught her arm to stop her on the edge of a dizzying drop. The balcony railing had been blasted out like the French windows and Bonnie could see straight down to the lighted yard below. On the ground there was a twisted figure like a broken doll, limbs askew, neck bent at a grotesque angle, blond hair fanned on the dark soil of the garden. It was Sue Carson.

And throughout all the confusion that raged afterward, two thoughts kept vying for dominance in Bonnie’s mind. One was that Caroline would never have her foursome now. And the other was that it wasn’t fair for this to happen on Meredith’s birthday. It just wasn’t fair.

“I’m sorry, Meredith. I don’t think she’s up to it right now.”

Bonnie heard her father’s voice at the front door as she listlessly stirred sweetener into a cup of chamomile tea. She put the spoon down at once. What she wasn’t up to was sitting in this kitchen one minute longer. She needed out.

“I’ll be right there, Dad.”

Meredith looked almost as bad as she had
last night, face peaked, eyes shadowed. Her mouth was set in a tight line.

“We’ll just go out driving for a little while,” Bonnie said to her father. “Maybe see some of the kids. After all, you’re the one who said it isn’t dangerous, right?”

What could he say? Mr. McCullough looked down at his petite daughter, who stuck out the stubborn chin she’d inherited from him and met his gaze squarely. He lifted his hands.

“It’s almost four o’clock now. Be back before dark,” he said.

“They want it both ways,” Bonnie said to Meredith on the way to Meredith’s car. Once inside, both girls immediately locked their doors.

As Meredith put the car in gear she gave Bonnie a glance of grim understanding.

“Your parents didn’t believe you, either.”

“Oh, they believe everything I told them—except anything important. How can they be so
stupid
?”

Meredith laughed shortly. “You’ve got to look at it from their point of view. They find one dead body without a mark on it except those caused
by the fall. They find that the lights were off in the neighborhood because of a malfunction at Virginia Electric. They find us, hysterical, giving answers to their questions that must have seemed pretty weird. Who did it? Some monster with sweaty hands. How do we know? Our dead friend Elena told us through a Ouija board. Is it any wonder they have their doubts?”

“If they’d never seen anything like it
before
,” Bonnie said, hitting the car door with her fist. “But they
have.
Do they think we made up those dogs that attacked at the Snow Dance last year? Do they think Elena was killed by a fantasy?”

“They’re forgetting already, “Meredith replied softly. “You predicted it yourself. Life has gone back to normal, and everybody in Fell’s Church feels safer that way. They all feel like they’ve woken up from a bad dream, and the last thing they want is to get sucked in again.”

Bonnie just shook her head.

“And so it’s easier to believe that a bunch of teenage girls got riled up playing with a Ouija board, and that when the lights went out they just freaked and ran. And one of them got so scared and confused she ran right out a window.”

There was a silence and then Meredith added, “I wish Alaric were here.”

Normally, Bonnie would have given her a dig in the ribs and answered, “So do
I
,” in a lecherous voice. Alaric was one of the handsomest guys she’d ever seen, even if he was a doddering twenty-two years old. Now, she just gave Meredith’s arm a disconsolate squeeze. “Can’t you call him somehow?”

“In Russia? I don’t even know
where
in Russia he is now.”

Bonnie bit her lip.

Then she sat up. Meredith was driving down Lee Street, and in the high school parking lot they could see a crowd.

She and Meredith exchanged glances, and Meredith nodded. “We might as well,” she said. “Let’s see if they’re any smarter than their parents.”

Bonnie could see startled faces turning as the car cruised slowly into the lot. When she and Meredith got out, people moved back, making a path for them to the center of the crowd.

Caroline was there, clutching her elbows with her hands and shaking back her auburn
hair distractedly.

“We’re not going to sleep in that house again until it’s repaired,” she was saying, shivering in her white sweater. “Daddy says we’ll take an apartment in Heron until it’s over.”

“What difference does that make? He can follow you to Heron, I’m sure,” said Meredith.

Caroline turned, but her green cat’s eyes wouldn’t quite meet Meredith’s. “Who?” she said vaguely.

“Oh, Caroline, not you too!” Bonnie exploded.

“I just want to get out of here,” Caroline said. Her eyes came up and for an instant Bonnie saw how frightened she was. “I can’t take anymore.” As if she had to prove her words that minute, she pushed her way through the crowd.

“Let her go, Bonnie,” Meredith said. “It’s no use.”


She’s
no use,” said Bonnie furiously. If Caroline, who
knew
, was acting this way, what about the other kids?

She saw, the answer in the faces around her. Everybody looked scared, as scared as if she and Meredith had brought some loathsome
disease with them. As if she and Meredith were the problem.

“I don’t believe this,” Bonnie muttered.

“I don’t believe it either,” said Deanna Kennedy, a friend of Sue’s. She was in the front of the crowd, and she didn’t look as uneasy as the others. “I talked with Sue yesterday afternoon and she was so up, so happy. She
can’t
be dead.” Deanna began to sob. Her boyfriend put an arm around her, and several other girls began to cry. The guys in the crowd shifted, their faces rigid.

Bonnie felt a little surge of hope. “And she’s not going to be the only one dead,” she added. “Elena told us that the whole town is in danger. Elena said …” Despite herself Bonnie heard her voice failing. She could see it in the way their eyes glazed up when she mentioned Elena’s name. Meredith was right; they’d put everything that had happened last winter behind them. They didn’t believe anymore.

“What’s
wrong
with you all?” she said helplessly, wanting to hit something. “You don’t really think Sue threw herself off that balcony!”

“People are saying—” Deanna’s boyfriend
started and then shrugged defensively. “Well—you told the police Vickie Bennett was in the room, right? And now she’s off her head again. And just a little bit earlier you’d heard Sue shouting, ‘No, Vickie, no!’?”

Bonnie felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her. “You think that
Vickie
—oh, God, you’re out of your mind! Listen to me. Something grabbed my hand in that house, and it
wasn’t
Vickie. And Vickie had nothing to do with throwing Sue off that balcony.”

“She’s hardly strong enough, for one thing,” Meredith said pointedly. “She weighs about ninety-five pounds soaking wet.”

Somebody from the back of the crowd muttered about insane people having superhuman strength. “Vickie has a psychiatric record—”

“Elena told us it was a guy!” Bonnie almost shouted, losing her battle with self-control. The faces tilted toward her were shuttered, unyielding. Then she saw one that made her chest loosen. “Matt! Tell them you believe us.”

Matt Honeycutt was standing on the fringe with his hands in his pockets and his blond head bowed. Now he looked up, and what Bonnie saw
in his blue eyes made her draw in her breath. They weren’t hard and shuttered like everyone else’s, but they were full of a flat despair that was just as bad. He shrugged without taking his hands from his pockets.

“For what it’s worth, I believe you,” he said. “But what difference does it make? It’s all going to turn out the same anyway.”

Bonnie, for one of the first times in her life, was speechless. Matt had been upset ever since Elena died, but this …

“He does believe it, though,” Meredith was saying quickly, capitalizing on the moment. “Now what have we got to do to convince the rest of you?”

“Channel Elvis for us, maybe,” said a voice that immediately set Bonnie’s blood boiling. Tyler. Tyler Smallwood. Grinning like an ape in his overexpensive Perry Ellis sweater, showing a mouthful of strong white teeth.

“It’s not as good as psychic e-mail from a dead Homecoming Queen, but it’s a start,” Tyler added.

Matt always said that grin was asking for a punch in the nose. But Matt, the only guy in the
crowd with close to Tyler’s physique, was staring dully at the ground.

“Shut up, Tyler! You don’t know what happened in that house,” Bonnie said.

“Well, neither do you, apparently. Maybe if you hadn’t been hiding in the living room, you’d have seen what happened. Then somebody might believe you.”

Bonnie’s retort died on her tongue. She stared at Tyler, opened her mouth, and then closed it. Tyler waited. When she didn’t speak, he showed his teeth again.

“For my money, Vickie did it,” he said, winking at Dick Carter, Vickie’s ex-boyfriend. “She’s a strong little babe, right, Dick? She
could
have done it.” He turned and added deliberately over his shoulder, “Or else that Salvatore guy is back in town.”

“You creep!” shouted Bonnie. Even Meredith cried out in frustration. Because of course at the very mention of Stefan pandemonium ensued, as Tyler must have known it would. Everyone was turning to the person next to them and exclaiming in alarm, horror, excitement. It was primarily the girls who were excited.

Effectively, it put an end to the gathering. People had been edging away surreptitiously before, and now they broke up into twos and threes, arguing and hastening off.

Bonnie gazed after them angrily.

“Supposing they did believe you. What did you want them to do, anyway?” Matt said. She hadn’t noticed him beside her.

“I don’t know. Something besides just standing around waiting to be picked off.” She tried to look him in the face. “Matt, are you all right?”

“I don’t know. Are you?”

Bonnie thought. “No. I mean, in one way I’m surprised I’m doing as well as I am, because when Elena died, I just couldn’t deal. At all. But then I wasn’t as close to Sue, and besides … I don’t know!” She wanted to hit something again. “It’s just all too much!”

“You’re mad.”


Yes
, I’m mad.” Suddenly Bonnie understood the feelings she’d been having all day. “Killing Sue wasn’t just wrong, it was
evil.
Truly evil. And whoever did it isn’t going to get away with it. That would be—if the world is like that, a place where that can happen and go unpunished … if
that’s the truth …” She found she didn’t have a way to finish.

“Then what? You don’t want to live here anymore? What if the world
is
like that?”

His eyes were so lost, so bitter. Bonnie was shaken. But she said staunchly, “I won’t
let
it be that way. And you won’t either.”

He simply looked at her as if she were a kid insisting there was so a Santa Claus.

Meredith spoke up. “If we expect other people to take us seriously, we’d better take ourselves seriously. Elena
did
communicate with us. She wanted us to do something. Now if we really believe that, we’d better figure out what it is.”

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