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Dark Reunion

"I told you it was a surprise. How do you like it?" Tyler said. His voice was thick with saliva, and his red tongue lolled among the rows of long canine teeth. His face wasn’t a face anymore. It jutted out grotesquely into a muzzle, and his eyes were yellow, with slitlike pupils. His reddish-sandy hair had grown over his cheeks and down the back of his neck. A pelt. "You can scream all you want up here and nobody’s going to hear you," he added.

Every muscle in Meredith’s body was rigid, trying to get away from him. It was a visceral reaction, one she couldn’t have helped if she wanted to. His breath was so hot, and it smelled feral, like an animal. The nails he was digging into her wrist were stumpy blackened claws. She didn’t have the strength to scream again.

"There’s other things besides vampires with a taste for blood," Tyler said in his new slurping voice. "And I want to taste yours. But first we’re going to have some fun."

Although he still stood on two feet, his body was humped and strangely distorted. Meredith’s struggles were feeble as he forced her to the ground. She was a strong girl, but he was far stronger, his muscles bunching under his shirt as he pinned her.

"You’ve always been too good for me, haven’t you? Well, now you’re going to find out what you’ve been missing."

I can’t breathe, Meredith thought wildly. His arm was across her throat, blocking her air. Gray waves rolled through her brain. If she passed out now…

"You’re going to wish you died as fast as Sue." Tyler’s face floated above her, red as the moon, with that long tongue lolling. His other hand held her arms above her head. "You ever hear the story of Little Red Riding Hood?"

The gray was turning into blackness, speckled with little lights. Like stars, Meredith thought. I’m falling in the stars…

"Tyler, take your hands off her! Let go of her, now!" Matt’s voice shouted.

Tyler’s slavering snarl broke off into a surprised whine. The arm against Meredith’s throat released pressure, and air rushed into her lungs.

Footsteps were pounding around her. "I’ve been waiting a long time to do this, Tyler," Matt said, jerking the sandy-red head back by the hair. Then Matt’s fist smashed into Tyler’s newly grown muzzle. Blood spurted from the wet animal nose.

The sound Tyler made froze Meredith’s heart in her chest. He sprang at Matt, twisting in midair, claws outstretched. Matt fell back under the assault and Meredith, dizzy, tried to push herself up off the ground. She couldn’t; all her muscles were trembling uncontrollably. But someone else picked Tyler off Matt as if Tyler weighed no more than a doll.

"Just like old times, Tyler," Stefan said, setting Tyler on his feet and facing him.

Tyler stared a minute, then tried to run.

He was fast, dodging with animal agility between the rows of graves. But Stefan was faster and cut him off.

Stefan was dragging Tyler back. "I always knew you were a jerk," he said, shoving Tyler against a headstone, "but I didn’t know you were this stupid. I’d have thought you would have learned not to jump girls in graveyards, but no. And you had to brag about what you did to Sue, too. That wasn’t smart, Tyler."

Meredith looked at them as they faced each other. So different, she thought. Even though they were both creatures of darkness in some way. Stefan was pale, his green eyes blazing with anger and menace, but there was a dignity, almost a purity about him. He was like some stern angel carved in unyielding marble. Tyler just looked like a trapped animal. He was crouched, breathing hard, blood and saliva mingling on his chest. Those yellow eyes glittered with hate and fear, and his fingers worked as if he’d like to claw something. A low sound came out of his throat.

"Don’t worry, I’m not going to beat you up this time," Stefan said. "Not unless you try to get away. We’re all going up to the church to have a little chat. You like to tell stories, Tyler; well, you’re going to tell me one now."

Tyler sprang at him, vaulting straight from the ground for Stefan’s throat. But Stefan was ready for him. Meredith suspected that both Stefan and Matt enjoyed the next few minutes, working off their accumulated aggressions, but she didn’t, so she looked away.

In the end, Tyler was trussed up with nylon cord. He could walk, or shuffle at least, and Stefan held the back of his shirt and guided him urgently up the path to the church.

Inside, Stefan pushed Tyler onto the ground near the open tomb. "Now," he said, "we are going to talk. And you’re going to cooperate, Tyler, or you’re going to be

very, very sorry."

Chapter Ten

Meredith sat down on the knee-high wall of the ruined church. "You said it was going to be dangerous, Stefan, but you didn’t say you were going to let him strangle me."

"I’m sorry. I was hoping he’d give some more information, especially after he admitted to being there when Sue died. But I shouldn’t have waited."

"I haven’t admitted anything! You can’t prove anything," Tyler said. The animal whine was back in his voice, but on the walk up his face and body had returned to normal. Or rather, they’d returned to human, Meredith thought. The swelling and bruises and dried blood weren’t normal.

"This isn’t a court of law, Tyler," she said. "Your father can’t help you now."

"But if it were, we’d have a pretty good case," Stefan added. "Enough to put you away on conspiracy to commit murder, I think."

"That’s if somebody doesn’t melt down their grandma’s teaspoons to make a silver bullet," Matt put in.

Tyler looked from one to another of them. "I won’t tell you anything."

"Tyler, you know what you are? You’re a bully," Bonnie said. "And bullies always talk."

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