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The Fury

Wonderful, thought Stefan. Normally he might have said something about it, but at that moment he was distracted. "There’s Meredith," he said.

"She must be waiting for us-no, she’s going down the history wing," Bonnie said. "That’s funny, I told her I’d meet her out here."

It was more than funny, thought Stefan. He’d caught only a glimpse of her as she turned the corner, but that glimpse stuck in his mind. The expression on Meredith’s face had been calculating, watchful, and her step had been stealthy. As if she were trying to do something without being seen.

"She’ll come back in a minute when she sees we’re not down there," Bonnie said, but Meredith didn’t come back in a minute, or two, or three. In fact, it was almost ten minutes before she appeared, and then she looked startled to see Stefan and Bonnie waiting for her.

"Sorry, I got held up," she said coolly, and Stefan had to admire her self-possession. But he wondered what was behind it, and only Bonnie was in a mood to chat as the three of them left school.

"But last time you used fire," Elena said.

"That was because we were looking for Stefan, for a specific person," Bonnie replied. "This time we’re trying to predict the future. If it was just your personal future I was trying to predict, I’d look in your palm, but we’re trying to find out something general."

Meredith entered the room, carefully balancing a china bowl full to the brim with water. In her other hand, she held a candle. "I’ve got the stuff," she said.

"Water was sacred to the Druids," Bonnie explained, as Meredith placed the dish on the floor and the three girls sat around it.

"Apparently, everything was sacred to the Druids," said Meredith.

"Shh. Now, put the candle in the candlestick and light it. Then I’m going to pour melted wax into the water, and the shapes it makes will tell me the answers to your questions. My grandmother used melted lead, and she said her grandmother used melted silver, but she told me wax would do." When Meredith had lit the candle, Bonnie glanced at it sideways and took a deep breath. "I’m getting scareder and scareder to do this," she said.

"You don’t have to," Elena said softly.

"I know. But I want to-this once. Besides, it’s not these kind of rituals that scare me; it’s getting taken over that’s so awful. I hate it. It’s like somebody else getting into my body."

"Anyway, here goes. Turn down the lights, Meredith. Give me a minute to get attuned and then ask your questions."

In the silence of the dim room Elena watched the candlelight flickering over Bonnie’s lowered eyelashes and Meredith’s sober face. She looked down at her own hands in her lap, pale against the blackness of the sweater and leggings Meredith had

lent her. Then she looked at the dancing flame.

"All right," Bonnie said softly and took the candle.

Elena’s fingers twined together, clenching hard, but she spoke in a low voice so as not to break the atmosphere. "Who is the Other Power in Fell’s Church?"

Bonnie tilted the candle so that the flame licked up its sides. Hot wax streamed down like water into the bowl and formed round globules there.

"I was afraid of that," Bonnie murmured. "That’s no answer, nothing. Try a different question."

Disappointed, Elena sat back, fingernails biting into her palms. It was Meredith who spoke.

"Can we find this Other Power if we look? And can we defeat it?"

"That’s two questions," Bonnie said under her breath as she tilted the candle again. This time the wax formed a circle, a lumpy white ring.

"That’s unity! The symbol for people joining hands. It means we can do it if we stick together."

Elena’s head jerked up. Those were almost the same words she’d said to Stefan and Damon. Bonnie’s eyes were shining with excitement, and they smiled at each other.

"Watch out! You’re still pouring," Meredith said.

Bonnie quickly righted the candle, looking into the bowl again. The last spill of wax had formed a thin, straight line.

"That’s a sword," she said slowly. "It means sacrifice. We can do it if we stick together, but not without sacrifice."

"What kind of sacrifice?" asked Elena.

"I don’t know," Bonnie said, her face troubled. "That’s all I can tell you this time." She stuck the candle back in the candleholder.

"Whew," said Meredith, as she got up to turn on the lights. Elena stood, too.

"Well, at least we know we can beat it," she said, tugging up the leggings, which were too long for her. She caught a glimpse of herself in Meredith’s mirror. She certainly didn’t look like Elena Gilbert the high school fashion plate anymore.

Dressed all in black like this, she looked pale and dangerous, like a sheathed sword. Her hair fell haphazardly around her shoulders.

certainly didn’t look like Elena Gilbert the high school fashion plate anymore. Dressed all in black like this, she looked pale and dangerous, like a sheathed sword. Her hair fell haphazardly around her shoulders.

"You could go somewhere else," Bonnie suggested. "I mean, after this is all over, you could finish the school year someplace where nobody knows you. Like Stefan did."

"No, I don’t think so." Elena was in a strange mood tonight, after spending the day alone in the barn watching the snow. "Bonnie," she said abruptly, "would you look at my palm again? I want you to tell my future, my personal future."

"I don’t even know if I remember all the stuff my grandmother taught me… but, all right, I’ll try," Bonnie relented. "There’d just better be no more dark strangers on the way, that’s all. You’ve already got all you can handle." She giggled as she took Elena’s outstretched hand. "Remember when Caroline asked what you could do with two? I guess you’re finding out now, huh?"

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