The Awakening (Page 27)

"Elena! Oh, thank God you’re safe. But where have you been? And why didn’t you call? Do you realize what you’ve put everyone through?" 

Elena stared around the room in bewilderment. She didn’t understand a thing.

"We’re just glad to see you back," said Robert.

"I’ve been at the boarding house, with Stefan," she said slowly. "Aunt Judith, this is Stefan Salvatore; he rents a room there. He brought me back." 

"Thank you," said Aunt Judith to Stefan over Elena’s head. Then, pulling back to look at Elena, she said, "But your dress, your hair-what happened?" 

"You don’t know? Then Tyler didn’t tell you. But then why are the police here?" Elena edged toward Stefan instinctively, and she felt him move closer to her in protection.

"They’re here because Vickie Bennett was attacked in the cemetery tonight," said Matt. He and Bonnie and Meredith were standing behind Aunt Judith and Robert, looking relieved and a little awkward and more than a little tired. "We found her maybe two, three hours ago, and we’ve been looking for you ever since." 

"Attacked?" said Elena, stunned. "Attacked by what?" 

"Nobody knows," said Meredith.

"Well, now, it may be nothing to worry about," said Robert comfortingly. "The doctor said she’d had a bad scare, and that she’d been drinking. The whole thing may have been in her imagination." 

"Those scratches weren’t imaginary," said Matt, polite but stubborn.

"What scratches? What are you talking about?" Elena demanded, looking from one face to another.

"I’ll tell you," said Meredith, and she explained, succinctly, how she and the others had found Vickie. "She kept saying she didn’t know where you were, that she was alone with Dick when it happened. And when we got her back here, the doctor said he couldn’t find anything conclusive. She wasn’t really hurt except for the scratches, and they could have been from a cat." 

"There were no other marks on her?" said Stefan sharply. It was the first time he’d spoken since entering the house, and Elena looked at him, surprised by his tone.

"No," said Meredith. "Of course, a cat didn’t tear her clothes off-but Dick might have. Oh, and her tongue was bitten." 

"What?" said Elena.

"Badly bitten, I mean. It must have bled a lot, and it hurts her to talk now." 

Beside Elena, Stefan had gone very still. "Did she have any explanation for what happened?" 

"She was hysterical," Matt said. "Really hysterical; she wasn’t making any sense. She kept babbling about eyes and dark mist and not being able to run-which is why the doctor thinks maybe it was some sort of hallucination. But as far as anyone can make out, the facts are that she and Dick Carter were in the ruined church by the cemetery at about midnight, and that something came in and attacked her there." 

Bonnie added, "It didn’t attack Dick, which at least shows it had, some taste. The police found him passed out on the church floor, and he doesn’t remember a thing." 

But Elena scarcely heard the last words. Something had gone terribly wrong with Stefan. She couldn’t tell how she knew it, but she knew. He had stiffened as Matt finished speaking, and now, though he hadn’t moved, she felt as if a great distance was separating them, as if she and he were on opposite sides of a rifting, cracking floe of ice.

He said, in the terribly controlled voice she had heard before in his room, "In the church, Matt?" 

"Yes, in the ruined church," Matt said.

"And you’re sure she said it was midnight?" 

"She couldn’t be positive, but it must have been sometime around then. We found her not long after. Why?" 

Stefan said nothing. Elena could feel the gulf between them widening. "Stefan," she whispered. Then, aloud, she said desperately, "Stefan, what is it?"

He shook his head. Don’t shut me out, she thought, but he wouldn’t even look at her. "Will she live?" he asked abruptly.

"The doctor said there was nothing much wrong with her," Matt said. "Nobody’s even suggested she might die." 

Stefan’s nod was abrupt; then he turned to Elena. "I’ve got to go," he said. "You’re safe now." 

She caught his hand as he turned away. "Of course I’m safe," she said. "Because of you." 

"Yes," he said. But there was no response in his eyes. They were shielded, dull.

"Call me tomorrow." She squeezed his hand, trying to convey what she felt under the scrutiny of all those watching eyes. She willed him to understand.

He looked down at their hands with no expression at all, then, slowly, back up at her. And then, at last, he returned the pressure of her fingers. "Yes, Elena," he whispered, his eyes clinging to hers. The next minute he was gone.

She took a deep breath and turned back to the crowded room. Aunt Judith was still hovering, her gaze fixed on what could be seen of Elena’s torn dress underneath the cloak.

"Elena," she said, "whathappened ?" And her eyes went to the door through which Stefan had just left.

A sort of hysterical laughter surged up in Elena’s throat, and she choked it back. "Stefan didn’t do it," she said. "Stefan saved me." She felt her face harden, and she looked at the police officer behind Aunt Judith. "It was Tyler, Tyler Smallwood…"

Chapter Nine

She was not the reincarnation of Katherine.

Driving back to the boarding house in the faint lavender hush before dawn, Stefan thought about that.