The Fury

The tears that wouldn’t come when Elena had been with Stefan came now. She cried, holding on to Bonnie, feeling Meredith’s arms go around both of them. They were all crying-Meredith silently, Bonnie noisily, and Elena herself with passionate intensity. She felt as if she were crying for everything that had happened to her, for everything she had lost, for all the loneliness and the fear and the pain.

Eventually, they all ended up sitting on the floor, knee to knee, the way they had when they were kids at a sleepover making secret plans.

"You’re so brave," Bonnie said to Elena, sniffling. "I don’t see how you can be so brave about it."

"Your hands aren’t cold." Meredith squeezed Elena’s fingers. "Just sort of cool. I thought they’d be colder."

"Stefan’s hands aren’t cold either," Elena said, and she was about to go on, but Bonnie squeaked: "Stefan?"

Meredith and Elena looked at her.

"Be sensible, Bonnie. You don’t get to be a vampire by yourself. Somebody has to make you one."

"But you mean Stefan . . . ? You mean he’s a… ?" Bonnie’s voice choked off.

"I think," said Meredith, "that maybe this is the time to tell us the whole story, Elena. Like all those minor details you left out the last time we asked you for the whole story."

Elena nodded. "You’re right. It’s hard to explain, but I’ll try." She took a deep breath. "Bonnie, do you remember the first day of school? It was the first time I ever heard you make a prophecy. You looked into my palm and said I’d meet a boy, a dark boy, a stranger. And that he wasn’t tall but that he had been once. Well"-she looked at Bonnie and then at Meredith-"Stefan’s not really tall now. But he was once… compared to other people in the fifteenth century."

Meredith nodded, but Bonnie made a faint sound and swayed backward, looking shell-shocked. "You mean-"

"I mean he lived in Renaissance Italy, and the average person was shorter then. So Stefan looked taller by comparison. And, wait, before you pass out, here’s something else you should know. Damon’s his brother."

Meredith nodded again. "I figured something like that. But then why has Damon been saying he’s a college student?"

"They don’t get along very well. For a long time, Stefan didn’t even know Damon was in Fell’s Church." Elena faltered. She was verging on Stefan’s private history, which she’d always felt was his secret to tell. But Meredith had been right; it was time to come out with the whole story. "Listen, it was like this," she said. "Stefan and Damon were both in love with the same girl back in Renaissance Italy. She was from Germany, and her name was Katherine. The reason Stefan was avoiding me at the beginning of school was that I reminded him of her; she had blond hair and blue eyes, too. Oh, and this was her ring." Elena let go of Meredith’s hand and showed them the intricately carved golden circlet set with a single stone of lapis lazuli.

"And the thing was that Katherine was a vampire. A guy named Klaus had made her one back in her village in Germany to save her from dying of her last illness. Stefan and Damon both knew this, but they didn’t care. They asked her to choose between them the one she wanted to marry." Elena stopped and gave a lopsided smile, thinking that Mr. Tanner had been right; history did repeat itself. She only hoped her story didn’t end like Katherine’s. "But she chose both of them. She exchanged blood with both of them, and she said they could all three be companions through eternity."

between them the one she wanted to marry." Elena stopped and gave a lopsided smile, thinking that Mr. Tanner had been right; history did repeat itself. She only hoped her story didn’t end like Katherine’s. "But she chose both of them. She exchanged blood with both of them, and she said they could all three be companions through eternity."

"Sounds dumb," said Meredith.

"You got it," Elena told her. "Katherine was sweet but not very bright. Stefan and Damon already didn’t like each other. They told her she had to choose, that they wouldn’t even think of sharing her. And she ran off crying. The next day-well, they found her body, or what was left of it. See, a vampire needs a talisman like this ring to go out in the sun without being killed. And Katherine went out in the sun and took hers off. She thought if she were out of the way, Damon and Stefan would be reconciled."

"Oh, my God, how ro-"

"No, it isn’t," Elena cut Bonnie off savagely. "It’s not romantic at all. Stefan’s been living with the guilt ever since, and I think Damon has, too, although you’d never get him to admit it. And the immediate result was that they got a couple of swords and killed each other. Yes, killed. That’s why they’re vampires now, and

that’s why they hate each other so much. And that’s why I’m probably crazy trying to get them to cooperate now."

Chapter Seven

"To cooperate at what?" Meredith asked.

"I’ll explain about that later. But first I want to know what’s been going on in town since I-left."

"Well, hysteria mostly," Meredith said, raising an eyebrow. "Your Aunt Judith’s been pretty badly off. She hallucinated that she saw you-only it wasn’t a hallucination, was it? And she and Robert have sort of broken up."

"I know," Elena said grimly. "Go on."

"Everybody at school is upset. I wanted to talk to Stefan, especially when I began to suspect you weren’t really dead, but he hasn’t been at school. Matt has been, but there’s something wrong with him. He looks like a zombie, and he won’t talk to anyone. I wanted to explain to him that there was a chance you might not be gone forever; I thought that would cheer him up. But he wouldn’t listen. He was acting totally out of character, and at one point I thought he was going to hit me. He wouldn’t listen to a word."