The Fury

You never learn, do you, brother? Damon thought to him. I ought to just leave you where you are. But even as he skimmed the ground, he was changing, taking a shape that would do more damage than a crow.

The black wolf leaped into the knot of men surrounding Stefan, aiming precisely for the one holding the sharpened cylinder of wood above Stefan’s chest. The force of the blow knocked the man ten feet backward, and the stake went skittering across the grass. Damon restrained his impulse-all the stronger because it fit the instincts of the shape he was wearing-to lock his teeth in the man’s throat. He twisted around and went back for the other men who were still standing.

His second rush scattered them, but one of them reached the edge of the light and turned, lifting something to his shoulder. Rifle, thought Damon. And probably loaded with the same specially treated bullets as Alaric’s handgun had been. There was no way to reach the man before he could get a shot off. The wolf growled and crouched for a leap anyway. The man’s fleshy face creased in a smile.

Quick as a striking snake, a white hand reached out of the darkness and knocked the rifle away. The man looked around frantically, bewildered, and the wolf let its jaws fall open in a grin. Elena had arrived.

Chapter Eleven

Elena watched Mr. Smallwood’s rifle bounce across the grass. She enjoyed the expression on his face as he spun around, looking for what had grabbed it. And she felt the flare of Damon’s approval from across the pool of light, fierce and hot like the pride of a wolf for its cub’s first kill. But when she glimpsed Stefan lying on the ground, she forgot everything else. White fury took her breath away, and she started toward him.

"Everybody stop! Just stop everything, right where you are!"

The shout was borne toward them along with the sound of tires squealing. Alaric Saltzman’s car nearly spun out as it turned into the staff parking lot and screeched to a halt, and Alaric leaped from the car almost before it stopped moving.

"What’s going on here?" he demanded, striding toward the men.

At the shout, Elena had pulled back automatically into the shadows. Now, she looked at the men’s faces as they turned toward him. Besides Mr. Smallwood, she recognized Mr. Forbes and Mr. Bennett, Vickie Bennett’s father. The others must be the fathers of the other guys who’d been with Tyler in the Quonset hut, she thought.

It was one of the strangers who answered the question, in a drawl that couldn’t quite hide the nervousness underneath. "Well now, we just got a little tired of waiting any longer. We decided to speed things up a bit."

The wolf growled, a low rumbling that rose to a chainsaw snarl. All the men flinched back, and Alaric’s eyes showed white as he noticed the animal for the first time.

There was another sound, softer and continuous, coming from a figure huddled next to one of the cars. Caroline Forbes was whimpering over and over, "They said they just wanted to talk to him. They didn’t tell me what they were going to do."

Alaric, with one eye on the wolf, gestured toward her. "And you were going to let her see this? A young girl? Do you realize the psychological damage that could do?"

"What about the psychological damage when her throat gets ripped out?" Mr. Forbes returned, and there were shouts of agreement. "That’s what we’re worried about."

"Then you’d better worry about getting the right man," Alaric said. "Caroline," he added, turning toward the girl, "I want you to think, Caroline. We didn’t get to finish your sessions. I know when we left off you thought you recognized Stefan. But, are you absolutely positive it was him? Could it have been somebody else, somebody who resembled him?"

Caroline straightened, bracing herself against the car and raising a tear-stained face. She looked at Stefan, who was just sitting up, and then at Alaric. "I…"

"Think, Caroline. You have to be absolutely certain. Is there someone else it could have been, like-"

"Like that guy who calls himself Damon Smith," came Meredith’s voice. She was standing beside Alaric’s car, a slim shadow. "You remember him, Caroline? He came to Alaric’s first party. He looks like Stefan in some ways."

"Yes… it could have been, I suppose. Everything happened so fast… but it could have been."

"And you really can’t be sure which it was?" Alaric said.

"No… not absolutely sure."

"There," said Alaric. "I told you she needed more sessions, that we couldn’t be certain of anything yet. She’s still very confused." He was walking, carefully, toward Stefan. Elena realized that the wolf had withdrawn back into the shadows. She could see it, but the men probably couldn’t.

Its disappearance made them more aggressive. "What are you talking about? Who is this Smith? I’ve never seen him."

"But your daughter Vickie probably has, Mr. Bennett," Alaric said. "That may come out in my next session with her. We’ll talk about it tomorrow; it can wait that long. Right now I think I’d better take Stefan to a hospital." There was discomforted shifting among some of the men.

"Oh, certainly, and while we’re waiting anything could happen," began Mr. Smallwood. "Any time, anywhere-"

"So you’re just going to take the law into your own hands, then?" Alaric said. His voice sharpened. "Whether you’ve got the right suspect or not. Where’s your evidence this boy has supernatural powers? What’s your proof? How much of a fight did he even put up?"