The Fury

We don’t want to harm you, he told Matt. It’s Elena who needs you, and what she needs won’t leave you permanently damaged. It doesn’t even have to hurt, Matt. But Matt’s muscles were still tensed to flee, and Stefan realized that the three of them were stalking him, moving closer, ready to cut off any escape.

You said you would do anything for Elena, he reminded Matt desperately and saw him make his choice.

Matt released his breath, the tension draining from his body. "You’re right; I did," he whispered. He visibly braced himself before he continued. "What does she need?"

Elena leaned forward and put a finger on Matt’s neck, tracing the yielding ridge of an artery.

"Not that one," Stefan said quickly. "You don’t want to kill him. Tell her, Damon." He added, when Damon made no effort to do so, Tell her.

"Try here, or here." Damon pointed with clinical efficiency, holding Matt’s chin up. He was strong enough that Matt couldn’t break the grip, and Stefan felt Matt’s panic surge up again.

Trust me, Matt. He moved in behind the human boy. But it has to be your choice, he finished, suddenly washed with compassion. You can change your mind.

he finished, suddenly washed with compassion. You can change your mind.

"Matt," she whispered, her heavy-lashed jewel blue eyes fixed on his. Then they trailed down to his throat and her lips parted hungrily. There was no sign of the uncertainty she’d shown when Damon suggested feeding off the paramedics. "Matt." She smiled again, and then she struck, swift as a hunting bird.

Stefan put a flattened hand against Matt’s back to give him support. For a moment, as Elena’s teeth pierced his skin, Matt tried to recoil, but Stefan thought swiftly, Don’t fight it; that’s what causes the pain.

As Matt tried to relax, unexpected help came from Elena, who was radiating the warm happy thoughts of a wolf cub being fed. She had gotten the biting technique right on the first try this time, and she was filled with innocent pride and growing satisfaction as the sharp pangs of hunger eased. And with appreciation for Matt, Stefan realized, with a sudden shock of jealousy. She didn’t hate Matt or want to kill him, because he posed no threat to Damon. She was fond of Matt.

Stefan let her take as much as was safe and then intervened. That’s enough, Elena. You don’t want to injure him. But it took the combined efforts of him, Damon, and a rather groggy Matt to pry her off.

"She needs to rest now," Damon said. "I’m taking her someplace where she can do it safely." He wasn’t asking Stefan; he was telling him.

As they left, his mental voice added, for Stefan’s ears alone, I haven’t forgotten the way you attacked me, brother. We’ll talk about that later.

Stefan stared after them. He’d noted how Elena’s eyes remained locked on Damon, how she followed him without question. But she was out of danger now; Matt’s blood had given her the strength she needed. That was all Stefan had to hang on to, and he told himself it was all that mattered.

He turned to take in Matt’s dazed expression. The human boy had sunk into one of the plastic chairs and was gazing straight ahead.

Then his eyes lifted to Stefan’s, and they regarded each other grimly.

"So," Matt said. "Now I know." He shook his head, turning away slightly. "But I still can’t believe it," he muttered. His fingers pressed gingerly at the side of his neck, and he winced. "Except for this." Then he frowned. "That guy-Damon. Who is he?"

"My older brother," Stefan said without emotion. "How do you know his name?"

"He was at Elena’s house last week. The kitten spat at him." Matt paused, clearly remembering something else. "And Bonnie had some kind of psychic fit."

"She had a precognition? What did she say?

"She said-she said that Death was in the house."

Stefan looked at the door Damon and Elena had passed through. "She was right."

"Be like what?" Stefan said brutally. "Disoriented? A vampire?"

Matt looked away. "Both."

"As for the first, she may become more rational now that she’s fed. That’s what Damon thinks anyway. As for the other, there’s only one thing you can do to change her condition." As Matt’s eyes lit with hope, Stefan continued. "You can get a wooden stake and hammer it through her heart. Then she won’t be a vampire anymore. She’ll just be dead."

Matt got up and went to the window.

"You wouldn’t be killing her, though, because that’s already been done. She drowned in the river, Matt. But because she’d had enough blood from me"-he paused to steady his voice-"and, it seems, from my brother, she changed instead of simply dying. She woke up a hunter, like us. That’s what she’ll be from now on."

With his back still turned, Matt answered. "I always knew there was something about you. I told myself it was just because you were from another country." He shook his head again self-deprecatingly. "But deep down I knew it was more than that. And something still kept telling me I could trust you, and I did."

"Like when you went with me to get the vervain."

"Yeah. Like that." He added, "Can you tell me what the hell it was for, now?"

"For Elena’s protection. I wanted to keep Damon away from her. But it looks as if that’s not what she wanted after all." He couldn’t help the bitterness, the raw betrayal, in his voice.

Matt turned. "Don’t judge her before you know all the facts, Stefan. That’s one thing I’ve learned."

Stefan was startled; then, he gave a small humorless smile. As Elena’s exes, he and Matt were in the same position now. He wondered if he would be as gracious about it as Matt had been. Take his defeat like a gentleman.