Dark Reunion

"I know; it’s awful," Bonnie said. But she kept her tone light. "I wish there was something we could do about it, but we can’t."

"It’s all wrong," Meredith went on, as if she hadn’t heard. "Here we are out in the sunlight, graduating, and there she is under that-stone."

"I know, I know," Bonnie said in a soothing tone. "Meredith, you’re getting yourself all upset. Why don’t you try to think about something else? Look, after you go out to dinner with your parents, do you want to go to Raymond’s party? Even if we’re not invited, we can crash it."

"No!" Meredith said with startling vehemence. "I don’t want to go to any party. How can you even think of that, Bonnie? How can you be so shallow?"

"Well, we’ve got to do something …"

"I’ll tell you what I’m doing. I’m going up to the cemetery after dinner. I’m going to put this on Elena’s grave. She’s the one who deserves it." Meredith’s knuckles were white as she shook the tassel in her hand.

"Meredith, don’t be an idiot. You can’t go up there, especially at night. That’s crazy. Matt would say the same thing."

"Well, I’m not asking Matt. I’m not asking anybody. I’m going by myself."

"You can’t. God, Meredith, I always thought you had some brains-"

"And I always thought you had some sensitivity. But obviously you don’t even want to think about Elena. Or is it just because you want her old boyfriend for yourself?"

Bonnie slapped her.

It was a good hard slap, with plenty of energy behind it. Meredith drew in a sharp breath, one hand to her reddening cheek. Everyone around them was staring.

"That’s it for you, Bonnie McCullough," Meredith said after a moment, in a voice of deadly quiet. "I don’t ever want to speak to you again." She turned on her heel and walked away:

"Never would be too soon for me!" Bonnie shouted at her retreating back.

Eyes were hastily averted as Bonnie looked around her. But there was no question that she and Meredith had been the center of attention for several minutes past. Bonnie bit the inside of her cheek to keep a straight face and walked over to Matt, who had lost the recruiter.

"Good."

"Do you think the slap was too much? We didn’t really plan that; I was just sort of going with the moment. Maybe it was too obvious…"

"It was fine, just fine." Matt was looking preoccupied. Not that dull, apathetic, turned-in look of the last few months, but distinctly abstracted.

"What is it? Something wrong with the plan?" Bonnie said.

"No, no. Listen, Bonnie, I’ve been thinking. You were the one to discover Mr. Tanner’s body in the Haunted House last Halloween, right?"

Bonnie was startled. She gave an involuntary shiver of distaste. "Well, I was the first one to know he was dead, really dead, instead of just playing his scene. Why on earth do you want to talk about that now?"

"Because maybe you can answer this question. Could Mr. Tanner have got a knife in Damon?"

"What?"

"Well, could he?"

"I…" Bonnie blinked and frowned. Then she shrugged. "I suppose so. Sure. It was a Druid sacrifice scene, remember, and the knife we used was a real knife. We talked about using a fake one, but since Mr. Tanner was going to be lying right there beside it, we figured it was safe enough. As a matter of fact…" Bonnie’s frown deepened. "I think when I found the body, the knife was in a different place from where we’d set it in the beginning. But then, some kid could have moved it. Matt, why are you asking?"

"Just something Damon said to me," Matt said, staring off into the distance again. "I wondered if it could be the truth."

"Oh." Bonnie waited for him to say more, but he didn’t. "Well," she said finally, "if it’s all cleared up, can you come back to Earth, please? And don’t you think you should maybe put your arm around me? Just to show you’re on my side and there’s no chance you’re going to show up at Elena’s grave tonight with Meredith?"

Matt snorted, but the faraway look disappeared from his eyes. For just a brief instant he put his arm around her and squeezed.

D..j. vu, Meredith thought as she stood at the gate to the cemetery. The problem was, she couldn’t remember exactly which of her previous experiences in the graveyard this night reminded her of. There had been so many.

In a way, it had all started here. It had been here that Elena had sworn not to rest until Stefan belonged to her. She’d made Bonnie and Meredith swear to help her, too -in blood. How suitable, Meredith thought now.

And it had been here that Tyler had assaulted Elena the night of the Homecoming dance. Stefan had come to the rescue, and that had been the beginning for them. This graveyard had seen a lot.

This graveyard had been the beginning, and the end as well. And maybe there would be another end tonight.

Meredith started walking.

I wish you were here now, Alaric, she thought. I could use your optimism and your savvy about the supernatural-and I wouldn’t mind your muscles, either.

Elena’s headstone was in the new cemetery, of course, where the grass was still tended and the graves marked with wreaths of flowers. The stone was very simple, almost plain looking, with a brief inscription. Meredith bent down and placed her bouquet of roses in front of it. Then, slowly, she added the red-and-black tassel from her cap. In this dim light, both colors looked the same, like dried blood. She knelt and folded her hands quietly. And she waited.

All around her the cemetery was still. It seemed to be waiting with her, breath held in anticipation. The rows of white stones stretched on either side of her, shining faintly. Meredith listened for any sound.