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The Fury

"Be careful," Elena said as he started off into the snow.

The attic was as she remembered it, dark and dusty and full of mysterious oilcloth-covered shapes. Damon, who had come in more conventionally through the front door, had had to take the shutters off to let her in through the window. After that they sat side by side on the old mattress and listened to the voices that came up through the ducts.

"I could think of more romantic settings," Damon murmured, fastidiously pulling a cobweb off his sleeve. "Are you sure you wouldn’t rather-"

"Yes," said Elena. "Now hush."

It was like a game, listening to the bits and pieces of conversations and trying to put them together, trying to match each voice to a face.

"And then I said, I don’t care how long you’ve had the parakeet; get rid of it or I’m going to the Snow Dance with Mike Feldman. And he said-"

"-rumor going around that Mr. Tanner’s grave was dug up last night-"

"-you hear that everybody but Caroline has dropped out of the snow queen competition? Don’t you think-"

"-dead, but I’m telling you I saw her. And no, I wasn’t dreaming; she was wearing a sort of silvery dress and her hair was all golden and blowing-"

Elena raised her eyebrows at Damon, then looked meaningfully down at her sensible black attire. He grinned.

"Romanticism," he said. "Myself, I like you in black."

"Well, you would, wouldn’t you?" she murmured. It was strange how much more comfortable she felt with Damon these days. She sat quietly, letting the conversations drift around her, almost losing track of time. Then she caught a familiar voice, cross, and closer than the rest.

"Okay, okay, I’m going. Okay."

Elena and Damon exchanged a glance and rose to their feet as the handle on the attic door turned. Bonnie peered around the edge.

"Meredith told me to come up here. I don’t know why. She’s hogging Alaric and it’s a rotten party. Achoo!"

She sat down on the mattress, and after a few minutes Elena sat back down beside her. She was beginning to wish that Stefan would get here. By the time the door opened again and Meredith came in, she was sure of it.

"Meredith, what’s going on?"

"Nothing, or at least nothing to worry about. Where’s Stefan?" Meredith’s cheeks were unusually flushed, and there was an odd look about her eyes, as if she were holding something tightly under control.

"Nothing, or at least nothing to worry about. Where’s Stefan?" Meredith’s cheeks were unusually flushed, and there was an odd look about her eyes, as if she were holding something tightly under control.

"Never mind where he is. Who’s coming up the stairs?"

"What do you mean, ‘who’s coming up the stairs?’ " said Bonnie, rising.

"Everybody just stay calm," Meredith said, taking up a position in front of the window as if guarding it. She didn’t look overly calm herself, Elena thought. "All right," she called, and the door opened and Alaric Saltzman came in.

Damon’s motion was so smooth that even Elena’s eyes couldn’t follow it; in one movement he caught Elena’s wrist and pulled her behind him, at the same time moving to face Alaric directly. He ended in a predator’s crouch, every muscle drawn taut and ready for the attack.

"Oh, don’t," cried Bonnie wildly. She flung herself at Alaric, who had already begun to recoil a step from Damon. Alaric nearly lost his balance and groped behind himself for the door. His other hand was groping at his belt.

"Stop it! Stop it!" Meredith said. Elena saw the shape beneath Alaric’s jacket and realized it was a gun.

Again, she couldn’t quite follow what happened next. Damon let go of her wrist and took hold of Alaric’s. And then Alaric was sitting on the floor, wearing a dazed expression, and Damon was emptying the gun of cartridges, one by one.

"I told you that was stupid and you wouldn’t need it," Meredith said. Elena realized she was holding the dark-haired girl by the arms. She must have done it to keep Meredith from interfering with Damon, but she didn’t remember.

"These wood-tipped things are nasty; they might hurt somebody," Damon said, mildly chiding. He replaced one of the cartridges and snapped the clip back in, aiming thoughtfully at Alaric.

"Stop it," said Meredith intensely. She turned to Elena. "Make him stop, Elena; he’s only doing more harm. Alaric won’t hurt you; I promise. I’ve spent all week convincing him that you won’t hurt him."

"And now I think my wrist is broken," Alaric said, rather calmly. His sandy hair was falling into his eyes in front.

"You’ve got no one but yourself to blame." Meredith returned bitterly. Bonnie, who had been clutching solicitously at Alaric’s shoulders, looked up at the familiarity of Meredith’s tone, and then backed away a few paces and sat down.

"I can’t wait to hear the explanation for this," she said.

"Please trust me," Meredith said to Elena.

Elena looked into the dark eyes. She did trust Meredith; she’d said so. And the words stirred another memory, her own voice asking for Stefan’s trust. She nodded.

"Damon?" she said. He flipped the gun away casually and then smiled around at all of them, making it abundantly clear that he didn’t need any such artificial weapons.

"Damon?" she said. He flipped the gun away casually and then smiled around at all of them, making it abundantly clear that he didn’t need any such artificial weapons.

"Oh, I’m sure," Bonnie said.

Elena walked toward Alaric Saltzman. She wasn’t afraid of him, but by the way he looked only at her, slowly, starting from the feet and then continuing up, he was afraid of her.

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