The Hunters: Phantom Chapter 9

average winced at the fear any(prenominal) metalic taste in her embouchure and blinked several times, until the room somewhat her came back into focus. Ugh, she state. I hate doing that.E re all(prenominal)y nonpareil was consummate(a)(a) at her, their faces w extend toe and shocked.What? she utter uneasily. Whatd I say?Elena was sitting very stil . You verbalise it was my fault, she said slowly. some(prenominal) is advent afterward us, I brought it here.Stefan guideed out to cover her hand with his own. Unbidden, the meanest, narrowest part of Bonnies mind cerebration process wearily, Of course. Its ever so round Elena, isnt it?Meredith and Matt fil ed Bonnie in on the relaxation behavior of what shed said in her trance, al angiotensin-converting enzyme their look kept returning to Elenas stricken face, and as soon as they finished tel ing her what shed duded, they dark off from Bonnie, back to Elena.We call for to make a plan, Meredith said to her patricianl y.Wel al want some refreshment, Mrs. Flowers said, rising to her feet, and Bonnie fol owed her into the kitchen, eager to escape the tension of the room.She wasnt real y a plan girl, anyway, she told herself. Shed made her contribution average by being the vision girl. Elena and Meredith were the unitys everyone looked to for making the decisions. further it wasnt fair, was it? She wasnt a fool, in spite of the fact that her friends al do by her same(p) the baby of the group. Everyone thought Elena and Meredith were so clever and so strong, but Bonnie had saved the sidereal twenty-four hour period again and again not that anyone ever remembered that. She ran her tongue along the edges of her teeth, trying to scrape off the awe-inspi hoop sour taste stil in her mouth.Mrs. Flowers had decided that what the group compulsory to soothe them was some of her special elder-flower lemonade. duration she fil ed the glasses with ice, poured the drinks, and set them out on a tray, B onnie watched her restlessly. There was a rough, annul feeling wrong Bonnie, like something was missing. It wasnt fair, she thought again. None of them appreciated her or realized al shed do for them.Mrs. Flowers, she said suddenly. How do you talk to your mother?Mrs. Flowers turned to her, surprised. Why, my dear,she said, its very easy to converse to ghosts, if they want to speak to you, or if they are the spirits of someone you loved. Ghosts, you see, perplex not left our plane but tab close to us.But stil , Bonnie pressed on, you can do more than that, a lot more. She see Mrs. Flowers, young again, eyes flashing, hair flying, fighting the kitsunes malevolent Power with an equal Power of her own. Youre a very powerful witch.Mrs. Flowerss expression was reserved. Its kind of you to say so, dear.Bonnie twirled a ring allow of her hair rough one finger anxiously, weighing her next words. Wel if you would, of course lonesome(prenominal) if you keep time Id like you to tra in me. whatsoever youd be wil ing to teach me. I can see things and Ive gotten better at that, but Id like to break everything, anything else you can show me. Divining, and about herbs. Protection spel s. The works, I guess. I feel like theres so overmuch I dont rag it on, and I think I might have talent, you know?I fancy so, anyway.Mrs. Flowers looked at her appraisingly for one long event and then nodded once more.I wil teach you, she said. With pleasure. You possess great inborn talent.Real y? Bonnie said shyly. A warm bubble of happiness rose inside her, fil ing the emptiness that had engulfed her fitting moments ago.Then she cleared her throat and added, as casual y as she could manage, And I was wondering can you talk to anyone whos dead? Or just your mother?Mrs. Flowers didnt answer for a a few(prenominal) moments. Bonnie felt like the older womans sharp distressing gaze was looking straight by means of her and analyzing the mind and heart inside. When Mrs. Flower s did speak, her voice was gentle.Who is it you want to contact, dear?Bonnie flinched. No one in particular, she said quickly, erasing an image of Damons black-on-black eyes from her mind. It just seems like something that would be useful. And interesting, too. Like, I could learn al about Fel s Churchs history. She turned away from Mrs. Flowers and busied herself with the lemonade glasses, leaving the subject behind for now.There would be time to ask again, she thought. Soon.The about important thing, Elena was saying earnestly, is to protect Meredith. Weve gotten a warning, and we need to take advantage of it, not sit around worrying about where it came from. If something terrible something I brought somehow is coming, wel deal with it when it wins here. Right now, we look out for Meredith.She was so beautiful, she made Stefan dizzy. Quite literal y Sometimes he would look at her, catch her at a certain angle, and would see, as if for the first time, the delicate curve of her cheek, the lightest rose-petal blush in her creamy skin, the soft seriousness of her mouth. In those moments, every time, his head and stomach would swoop as if hed just gotten off a rol er coaster. Elena. He belonged to her it was as simple as that. As if for hundreds of years he had been journeying toward this one lethal girl, and now that he had found her, his long, long life final y had found its purpose.You dont have her, though, something inside him said. Not all of her. Not really.Stefan shook off the traitorous thought. Elena loved him. She loved him bravely and desperately and passionately and far more than he deserved. And he loved her. That was what mattered.And right now, this sweet mortal girl he loved was efficiently organizing a schedule for guarding Meredith, assigning duties with the calm expectation that she would be obeyed. Matt, she said, if youre working tomorrow night, you and Alaric can take the daytime shift. Stefan wil take over at night, and Bonnie and I wil pick up in the morning.You should have been a general, Stefan murmured to her, earning himself a quick smile.I dont need guards, Meredith said irritably. Ive been trained in martial arts and Ive faced the supernatural before. It seemed to Stefan that her eye rested speculatively on him for a second, and he forced himself not to bristle under her scrutiny. My stave is al the protection I need.A stave like yours couldnt have protected Celia, Elena argued. Without Stefan there to intervene, she would have been kil ed. On the couch, Celia unkindly her eyes and rested her head against Alarics arm.Fine, then. Meredith spoke in a clipped gradation, her eyes on Celia. Its true, out of al of us, only Stefan could have saved her. And thats the other reason this whole team effort to protect me is ridiculous. Do you have the strength and speed these days to save me from a moving train, Elena? Does Bonnie? Stefan saw Bonnie, coming in with a tray of lemonade glasses, respite and frown as she heard Merediths words.He had known, of course, that with Damon dead and Elenas Powers gone, he was the only one left to protect the group. Wel , Mrs. Flowers and Bonnie had some limited magical ability. Then Stefan amended the thought further. Mrs. Flowers was actual y quite powerful, but her powers were stil depleted from fighting the kitsune. It came to the same thing, then Stefan was the only one who could protect them now. Meredith might talk about her responsibilities as a lamia hunter, but in the end, despite her training and heritage, she was just another mortal. His eyes scanned the group, al the mortals, his mortals. Meredith, serious grey eyes and a hard resolve. Matt, eager and boyish and decent down to the bone. Bonnie, sunny and sweet, and with a core of strength perhaps level(p) she didnt know she had. Mrs. Flowers, a wise matriarch. Alaric and Celia wel , they werent his mortals the way the others were, but they fel under his protection while they were here. H e had swear to protect humans, when he could. If he could.He remembered Damon saying to him once, laughing in one of his fits of dangerous faithful humor, his face gleeful,Theyre just so fragile, Stefan You can break them without even meaning toAnd Elena, his Elena. She was as vulnerable as the rest of them now. He flinched. If anything ever happened to her, Stefan knew beyond a doubt that he would take off the ring that let him walk in the day, lie down in the blackleg above her grave, and wait for the sun.But the same hol ow voice inside that questioned Elenas love for him whispered darkly in his ear She would not do the same for you. You are not her everything. As Elena and Meredith, with occasional interjections from Matt and Bonnie, continued to argue about whether Meredith needed the efforts of the group to guard her, Stefan closed his eyes and slipped into his memories of Damons death.Stefan watched, foolish and uncomprehending and just not fast enough, as Damon, quicker t han him till the last, dashed toward the huge tree and flung Bonnie, light as dandelion fluff, out of the reach of the barbed branches already plummeting toward her.As he threw her, a branch caught Damon through his chest, pinning him to the ground. Stefan saw the moment of shock in his brothers eyes before they rolled backward. A single drop of tele retrieve line ran from his mouth down his chin.Damon, indeterminate your eyes Elena was screaming. There was a rough tone in her voice, an agony Stefan had neer heard from her before. Her hands jerked at Damons shoulders, as if she wanted to shake him hard, and Stefan pulled her away. He cant, Elena, he cant, he said, half(a) sobbing.Couldnt she see that Damon was dying? The branch had s elapseped his heart and the trees poison was spreading through his veins and arteries. He was gone. Stefan had thinly lowered Damons head to the ground. He would let his brother go.But Elena wouldnt.Turning to take her in his accouterments and com fort her, Stefan saw that she had forgotten him. Her eyes were closed and her lips were moving soundlessly. All her muscles were taut, straining toward Damon, and Stefan realized with a dull shock that she and Damon were connected still, that a last conversation was being carried on along some private frequency that excluded him.Her face was wet with tears, and she suddenly fumbled for her knife and with one swift, sure movement, nicked her own jugular vein vein, starting blood flowing across her neck. Drink, Damon, she said in a desperate, prayerlike voice, prying his mouth open with her hands and angling her neck above it.The smell of Elenas blood was rich and tangy, making Stefans canines itch with thirst even in his horror at her solicitudelessness in cutting her own throat. Damon did not drink. The blood ran out of his mouth and down his neck, soaking his shirt and pooling on his black leather jacket. Elena sobbed and threw herself on top of Damon, kissing his cold lips, her eyes clenched shut. Stefan could tell she was still in communion with Damons spirit, a extrasensory ex wobble of love and unfathomables private between them, the two plenty he loved most. The only people he loved. A cold tendril of envy, the feeling of being the outsider looking in, the one who was left all alone, curled along Stefans spine even as tears of grief ran down his face. A phone rang, and Stefan snapped back to the present. Elena glanced at her cel and then answered, Hi, Aunt Judith. She paused. At the boardinghouse with everybody. We picked up Alaric and his friend from the train. Another pause and she grimaced. Im sorry, I forgot. Yes, I wil . In just a few minutes, al right? Okay. Bye.She hung up and got to her feet. on the face of it at some point I promised Aunt Judith I would be home for dinner tonight. Roberts getting out the fondue set and Margaret wants me to show her how to dip bread in cheese. She rol ed her eyes, but Stefan wasnt fooled. He could see how delighted Elena was to have her baby sister idolizing her again.Elena went on, frowning, Im not sure Il be able to get out again tonight, but someone needs to be with Meredith at al times. Can you nonplus here tonight, Meredith, instead of at home?Meredith nodded slowly, her long legs drawn up under her on the couch. She looked shopworn and apprehensive, despite her earlier bravado. Elena touched her hand in farewel , and Meredith smiled at her. Im sure your minions wil take good care of me, Queen Elena, she said lightly.Id expect nothing less, Elena answered in the same tone, turning her smile on the rest of the room. Stefan got to his feet. Il walk you home, he said. Matt rose, too. I can drive you, he offered, and Stefan was surprised to find that he had to suppress the urge to shove Matt back into his seat. Stefan would take care of Elena. She was his responsibility.No, stay here, both of you, Elena said firmly. Its only a few blocks, and its stil broad daylight out. You look after Meredith.Stefan settled back in his chair, eyeing Matt. With a wave, Elena was gone, and Stefan stretched out his senses to fol ow her as far as he could, pushing his Power to sense whether anything dangerous, anything at al , lurked nearby. His Powers werent strong enough, though, to reach al the way to Elenas house. He curled his hands into tight, frustrated fists. He had been so much more powerful when he al owed himself to drink human blood. Meredith was watching him, gray eyes sympathetic.Shel be okay, she said. You cant watch her al the time.But I can try, thought Stefan.When Elena strol ed up her walk, Caleb was clipping the glossy green leaves of the flowering camel ia bushes in front of the house.Hi, she said, surprised. Have you been here al day?He stopped trimming and wiped the sweat off his forehead. With his blond hair and healthy tan, he looked like a California surfer transplanted to a Virginia lawn. Elena thought Caleb seemed just right on a perfect summer day like this one, a lawn mower humming in the distance somewhere, the sky downcast and high above them.Sure, he said cheerful y. Lots to do. It looks good, right?It real y does, she said. And it did. The grass was mowed, the hedges were perfectly trimmed, and he had set out some daisies in the flower beds near the house.Whatve you been up to today? Caleb asked.Nothing as energetic as this, Elena said, suppressing the memory of the desperate race to save Celia. My friends and I just picked someone up at the train station and hung out inside for the rest of the day. I hope the weather holds, though. We want to take a sashay up to Hot Springs tomorrow.Sounds like fun, Caleb said agreeably. Elena was tempted for a moment to invite him along. Despite Stefans reservations, he seemed like a nice guy, and he probably didnt know many people in town. Maybe Bonnie would hit it off with him. He was sensibly cute, after al . And Bonnie hadnt real y been interested in anyone for a while. Anyone other than Damon, a secret little voice said in the back of her mind.But of course she couldnt invite Caleb. What was she thinking? She and her friends couldnt have outsiders around while they talked about what supernatural entity had it in for them now.A little pang of longing hit her. Would she ever be a girl who could have a picnic and swim and flirt and be able to talk to anyone she liked, because she had no dark secrets to conceal?Arent you exhausted? she asked, quickly changing the subject.She thought she saw a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. Had he realized she was thinking of inviting him along on the picnic and then changed her mind? But he answered readily enough. Oh, your aunt ran me out a couple of glasses of lemonade, and I had a sandwich with your sister at lunchtime. He grinned. Shes a cutie. And an excel ent conversationalist. She told me al about tigers.She talked to you? Elena said with surprise. Shes usual y real y shy around new people. She wouldnt talk t o my boyfriend, Stefan, until hed been around for months.Oh, wel , he said, and shrugged. Once I showed her a couple of magic tricks, she was so fascinated she forgot to be shy. Shes divergence to be a master magician by the time she starts first grade. Shes a natural.Real y? said Elena. She felt a sharp shift in her stomach, a sense of loss. She had missed so much of her little sisters life. Shed noticed at breakfast that she looked and sounded older. It was like Margaret had grown into a different soulfulness without her. Elena gave herself a mental shake She needed to stop being such a whiner. She was unbelievably fortunate just to be here now.Oh, yeah, he said. Look, I taught her this. He held out a tanned fist, turned it over, and opened his hand to observe a camel ia blossom, waxy and white, closed his hand, then opened it again to reveal a tightly furled bud.Wow, said Elena, intrigued. Do it again.She watched intently as he opened and closed his hand several times, reveal ing flower then bud, flower then bud.I showed Margaret how to do it with coins, geological fault between a quarter and a penny, he said, but its the same principle.Ive seen tricks like that before, she said, but I cant figure out where youre hiding the one that isnt showing. How do you do it?Magic, of course, he said, smiling, and opened his hand to let the camel ia blossom fal at Elenas feet.Do you believe in magic? she said, looking up into his warm blue eyes. He was flirting with her, she knew guys always flirted with Elena if she let them.Wel , I ought to, he said softly. Im from New Orleans, you know, the home of voodoo. fetish? she said, a cold shiver going down her spine. Caleb laughed. Im just playing with you, he said.Voodoo. Jeez, what a buck of crap.Oh, right. Total y, Elena said, forcing a giggle.One time, though, Caleb continued, back before my parents died, Tyler was visiting, and the two of us went to the French Quarter to get our fortunes told by this old voudon p riestess.Your parents died? Elena asked, surprised. Caleb lowered his head for a moment, and Elena reached out to touch him, her hand lingering on his. Mine did, too, she said.Caleb was very stil . I know, he said.Their eyes met, and Elena winced in sympathy. There was such pain in Calebs warm blue eyes when she looked for it, despite his easy smile.It was years ago, he said softly. I stil miss them sometimes, though, you know.She squeezed his hand. I know, she said quietly. Then Caleb smiled and shook his head a little, and the moment between them was over. This was before that, though, he said. We were maybe twelve years old when Tyler visited. Calebs slight Southern accent got stronger as he went on, his tone lazy and rich. I didnt believe in that stuff back then, either, and I dont think Tyler did, but we thought it might be kind of fun. You know how its fun to scare yourself a little sometimes. He paused. It was pretty creepy, actual y. She had al these black candles burning an d weird charms everywhere, stuff made of bones and hair. She threw some gunpowder on the floor around us and looked at the different patterns. She told Tyler she saw a big change coming for him and that he needed to think careful y before he put himself in someone elses power.Elena flinched involuntarily. A big change had certainly come for Tyler, and he had put himself in the vampire Klauss power. Wherever Tyler was now, things hadnt turned out the way hed planned.And what did she tel you? she asked.Nothing much, real y, he answered. Mostly just to be good. Stay out of trouble, look out for my family. That kind of thing. Stuff I try to do. My aunt and uncle need me here now, with Tyler missing. He looked down at her again, shrugged, and smiled. Like I said, though, it was mostly just a dilute of crap. Magic and al that nutty stuff.Yeah, Elena said hol owly. Al that nutty stuff.The sun went behind a mist and Elena shivered once more. Caleb moved closer to her.Are you cold? he sai d, and reached a hand out toward her shoulder.At that moment a raucous caw burst from the trees by the house, and a big black exult flew toward them, low and fast. Caleb dropped his hand and ducked, covering his face, but the crow angled up at the last minute, disruption furiously, and soared away over their heads.Did you see that? Caleb cried. It almost hit us.I did, Elena answered, watching as the graceful travel silhouette disappeared into the sky. I did.