The Fury

There was a long moment while they stared at each other.

"I’m going down," Elena said quietly and turned.

"No."

"They need help."

"All right, then, damn you." She’d never heard Damon’s voice so low, or so furious. "I’ll-" he broke off and Elena, turning back quickly, saw him slam a fist into the window-sill, rattling the glass. But his attention was outside and his voice perfectly composed again when he said dryly, "Help has arrived."

It was the fire department. Their hoses were much more powerful than the garden hose, and the jet streams of water drove the lunging dogs off with sheer force. Elena saw a sheriff with a gun and bit the inside of her cheek as he aimed and sighted. There was a crack, and the giant schnauzer went down. The sheriff aimed again.

It ended quickly after that. Several dogs were already running from the barrage of water, and with the second crack of the pistol more broke from the pack and headed for the edges of the parking lot. It was as if the purpose that had driven them had released them all at once. Elena felt a rush of relief as she saw Stefan standing unharmed in the middle of the rout, shoving a dazed-looking golden retriever away from Doug Carson’s form. Chelsea took a skulking step toward her master and looked into his face, head and tail drooping.

"It’s all over," Damon said. He sounded only mildly interested, but Elena glanced at him sharply. All right then, damn you, I’ll what? she thought. What had he been about to say? He wasn’t in any mood to tell her, but she was in a mood to push.

He stiffened, then turned. "Well?"

For a second they stood looking at each other, and then there was a step on the stair. Stefan had returned.

"Stefan… you’re hurt," she said, blinking, suddenly disoriented.

"I’m all right." He wiped blood off his cheek with a tattered sleeve.

"What about Doug?" Elena asked, swallowing.

"I don’t know. He is hurt. A lot of people are. That was the strangest thing I’ve ever seen."

Elena moved away from Damon, up the stairs into the choir loft. She felt that she had to think, but her head was pounding. The strangest thing Stefan had ever seen… that was saying a lot. Something strange in Fell’s Church.

She reached the wall behind the last row of seats and put a hand against it, sliding down to sit on the floor. Things seemed at once confused and frighteningly clear. Something strange in Fell’s Church. The day of the founders’ celebration she would have sworn she didn’t care anything about Fell’s Church or the people in it. But now she knew differently. Looking down on the memorial service, she had begun to think perhaps she did care.

And then, when the dogs had attacked outside, she’d known it. She felt somehow responsible for the town, in a way she had never felt before.

Her earlier sense of desolation and loneliness had been pushed aside for the moment. There was something more important than her own problems now. And she clung to that something, because the truth was that she really couldn’t deal with her own situation, no, she really, really couldn’t…

She heard the gasping half sob she gave then and looked up to see both Stefan and Damon in the choir loft, looking at her. She shook her head slightly, putting a hand to it, feeling as if she were coming out of a dream.

"Elena… ?"

It was Stefan who spoke, but Elena addressed herself to the other one.

"Damon," she said shakily, "if I ask you something, will you tell me the truth? I know you didn’t chase me off Wickery Bridge. I could feel whatever it was, and it was different. But I want to ask you this: was it you who dumped Stefan in the old Francher well a month ago?"

"In a well?" Damon leaned back against the opposite wall, arms crossed over his chest. He looked politely incredulous.

"On Halloween night, the night Mr. Tanner was killed. After you showed yourself for the first time to Stefan in the woods. He told me he left you in the clearing and started to walk to his car but that someone attacked him before he reached it. When he woke up, he was trapped in the well, and he would have died there if Bonnie hadn’t led us to him. I always assumed you were the one who attacked him. He always assumed you were the one. But were you?"

"As a matter of fact, no," he said.

Elena let out her breath.

"You can’t believe that!" Stefan exploded. "You can’t believe anything he says."

"Why should I lie?" Damon returned, clearly enjoying Stefan’s loss of control. "I admit freely to killing Tanner. I drank his blood until he shriveled like a prune. And I wouldn’t mind doing the same thing to you, brother. But a well? It’s hardly my style."

"I believe you," Elena said. Her mind was rushing ahead. She turned to Stefan. "Don’t you feel it? There’s something else here in Fell’s Church, something that may not even be human-may never have been human, I mean. Something that chased me, forced my car off the bridge. Something that made those dogs attack people. Some terrible force that’s here, something evil…" Her voice trailed off, and she looked over toward the interior of the church where she had seen Bonnie lying. "Something evil…" she repeated softly. A cold wind seemed to blow inside her, and she huddled into herself, feeling vulnerable and alone.

"If you’re looking for evil," Stefan said harshly, "you don’t have to look far."

"Don’t be any more stupid than you can help," said Damon. "I told you four days ago that someone else had killed Elena. And I said that I was going to find that someone and deal with him. And I am." He uncrossed his arms and straightened up. "You two can continue that private conversation you were having when I interrupted."