The Fury

Robert. Her eyes narrowed suddenly. At the church, Robert had been outside and then the dogs had gone mad. And tonight Margaret’s kitten had gone feral-just a little while after Robert’s car had pulled out of the driveway.

Robert has a lot to answer for, she thought.

But melancholy was pulling at her, tugging her thoughts away. Her mind kept returning to the bright house she’d just left, going over the things she’d never see again. All her clothes and knickknacks and jewelry-what would Aunt Judith do with them? I don’t own anything anymore, she thought. I’m a pauper.

Elena?

With relief, Elena recognized the mental voice and the distinctive shadow at the end of the street. She hurried toward Stefan, who took his hands out of his jacket pockets and held hers to warm them.

"Meredith told me where you’d gone."

"I went home," Elena said. That was all she could say, but as she leaned against him for comfort, she knew that he understood.

"Let’s find someplace we can sit down," he said, and stopped in frustration. All the places they used to go were either too dangerous or closed to Elena. The police still had Stefan’s car.

Eventually they just went to the high school where they could sit under the overhang of a roof and watch the snow sift down. Elena told him what had happened in Margaret’s room.

"I’m going to have Meredith and Bonnie spread it around town that cats can attack, too. People should know that. And I think somebody ought to be watching Robert," she concluded.

"We’ll tail him," Stefan said, and she couldn’t help smiling.

"It’s funny how much more American you’ve gotten," she said. "I hadn’t thought about it in a long time, but when you first came you were a lot more foreign. Now nobody would know you hadn’t lived here all your life."

"We adapt quickly. We have to," Stefan said. "There are always new countries, new decades, new situations. You’ll adapt, too."

"You’ll learn, in time. If there is anything… good… about what we are, it’s time. We have plenty of it, as much as we want. Forever."

" ‘Joyous companions forever.’ Isn’t that what Katherine said to you and Damon?" Elena murmured.

She could feel Stefan’s stiffening, his withdrawal. "She was talking about all three of us," he said. "I wasn’t."

"Oh, Stefan, please don’t, not now. I wasn’t even thinking about Damon, only about forever. It scares me. Everything about this scares me, and sometimes I think I just want to go to sleep and never wake up again…"

In the shelter of his arms she felt safer, and she found her new senses were just as amazing close up as they were at a distance. She could hear each separate pulse of Stefan’s heart, and the rush of blood through his veins. And she could smell his own distinctive scent mingled with the scent of his jacket, and the snow, and the wool of his clothes.

"Please trust me," she whispered. "I know you’re angry with Damon, but try to give him a chance. I think there’s more to him than there seems to be. And I want his help in finding the Other Power, and that’s all I want from him."

At that moment it was completely true. Elena wanted nothing to do with the hunter’s life tonight; the darkness held no appeal for her. She wished she could be at home sitting in front of a fire.

But it was sweet just to be held like this, even if she and Stefan had to sit in the snow to do it. Stefan’s breath was warm as he kissed the back of her neck, and she sensed no further withdrawal in Stefan’s body.

No hunger, either, or at least not the kind she was used to sensing when they were close like this. Now that she was a hunter like he, the need was different, a need for togetherness rather than for sustenance. It didn’t matter. They had lost something, but they had gained something, too. She understood Stefan in a way she never had before. And her understanding brought them closer, until their minds were touching, almost meshing with each other’s. It wasn’t the noisy chatter of mental voices; it was a deep and wordless communion. As if their spirits were united.

"I love you," Stefan said against her neck, and she held on tighter. She understood now why he’d been afraid to say it for so long. When the thought of tomorrow scared you sick, it was hard to make a commitment. Because you didn’t want to drag someone else down with you.

Particularly someone you loved. "I love you, too," she made herself say and sat back, her peaceful mood broken. "And will you try to give Damon a chance, for my sake? Try to work with him?"

"I’ll work with him, but I won’t trust him. I can’t. I know him too well."

"I followed Mrs. Flowers today." Stefan’s lip quirked. "All afternoon and evening. And you know what she did?"

"What?"

"Three loads of wash-in an ancient machine that looked like it was going to explode any minute. No clothes dryer, just a wringer. It’s all down in the basement. Then she went outside and filled about two dozen bird feeders. Then back to the basement to wipe off jars of preserves. She spends most of her time down there. She talks to herself."

"Just like a dotty old lady," said Elena. "All right; maybe Meredith’s wrong and that’s all she is." She noticed his change of expression at Meredith’s name and added, "What?"

"Well, Meredith may have some explaining to do herself. I didn’t ask her about it; I thought maybe it was better coming from you. But she went to talk to Alaric Saltzman after school today. And she didn’t want anyone to know where she was going."

Disquiet uncoiled in Elena’s middle. "So what?"

"So she lied about it afterward-or at least she evaded the issue. I tried to probe her mind, but my Powers are just about burnt out. And she’s strong-willed."