Moonsong (30 page)

Damon, where are you? He had no doubt that Damon would come if he could.

Despite their rift over Elena, things had changed enough between him and Damon that he knew he could rely on his brother to rescue him. He had saved him before, after al , when they fought Katherine, when they fought Klaus. There was something rock solid between them now, something that wasn’t there a year ago, or in the hundreds of years before that. He closed his eyes and heard himself give a dry, painful chuckle. It seemed like an inopportune moment to start having revelations about his own family issues.

“So,” Ethan said chattily, returning to his side and pul ing up a chair, “we were talking about the equinox.”

“Yes,” Stefan said, an acid bite to his tone.

He wasn’t going to let Ethan see how he was yearning toward the door, expectant. He needed to keep his cool, so that Damon could have the element of surprise on his side.

He should keep Ethan talking, keep him distracted in case Damon came, so he fixed an expression of interest on his face and looked at Ethan attentively.

“At the time of the equinox, when day and night are perfectly balanced, the line between life and death is at its most weak and permeable. This is the time when spirits can cross between the worlds,” Ethan began dramatical y, moving one hand in a wide sweep.

Stefan sighed. “I know that, Ethan,” he said impatiently.

“Just cut to the chase.” He might have to keep Ethan distracted, but surely he didn’t have to feed his ego.

Ethan dropped his hand. “You remember Klaus, don’t you?” he asked. “The originator of your bloodline? We’re resurrecting him. With him at the head of our ranks, we’l be invincible.”

Everything went stil for a moment, as if Stefan’s slow-beating heart had final y stopped. Then he sucked in a breath. He felt as if Ethan had punched him in the face. He couldn’t speak for a moment. When he could, he gasped,

“Klaus? Klaus the vampire who…” He couldn’t even finish the sentence. His mind was ful of Klaus: the Old One, the Original vampire, the mad man. The vampire who had control ed lightning, who had bragged that he had not been made, that he just was. In Klaus’s earliest memories, he had told Stefan, he carried a bronze axe; he was a barbarian at the gate, among those who destroyed the Roman Empire. He claimed that he began the race of vampires.

Klaus had held Elena’s spirit hostage and tortured innocent Vickie Bennett to death for fun. He turned Katherine, first into a vampire, then into a cruel dol instead of a person, changed her until she was vicious and mindless, eager only to torment those she once loved.

Stefan, Damon, and Elena kil ed him at last, but it was nearly impossible, would have been impossible without the spirits of a battalion of unquiet ghosts from the Civil War tied to the blood-soaked battlegrounds of Fel ’s Church.

“Klaus who made the vampire who made you,” Ethan said cheerful y. “It was another of his descendants who I found in Europe this summer on my trip abroad. I convinced her to turn me into a vampire. She taught me some tricks, too, like how to use vervain, and how lapis lazuli can protect us from the sun. I put lapis lazuli in the pins we wear now, so al the members have it on them at al times. She was very helpful, this vampire who changed me. And she told me al about Klaus.” He smiled warmly at Stefan again. “See, you should like me, Stefan. We’re practical y cousins.” Stefan shut his eyes for a moment. “Klaus was insane,” he tried to explain. “He won’t work with you, he’l destroy you.”

Ethan sighed. “I real y think I can work it out with him, though,” he said. “I’m very persuasive. And I’m offering him soldiers. I hear he likes war. There’s no reason for him to turn us down; we want to give him everything he wants.” He paused and looked at Stefan, stil smiling, but there was a note now in that wide smile that Stefan didn’t like, a false innocence. Whatever Ethan was going to ask Stefan now, he already knew the answer. “Does this mean you’re not interested in joining our army, cousin?” he asked with mock surprise.

Gritting his teeth, Stefan strained against the ropes once more, but they didn’t budge. He glared up at Ethan. “I won’t help you,” he said. “Never.”

Ethan came closer, bent down until his face was level with Stefan’s. “But you wil help,” he said lightly, a trace of self-satisfaction in his eyes. “Whether you want to or not.

See, what I need most of al to bring back Klaus is blood.” He ran his hands through his curls, shaking his head. “It’s always blood for this kind of thing, have you noticed?” he added.

“Blood?” asked Stefan uneasily. Young vampires were never sane, in his opinion—the initial rush of new senses and Powers were enough to bewilder anyone. He was starting to think, though, that Ethan’s grasp on sanity might not have been that strong to begin with. He’d convinced someone to turn him into a vampire?

“The blood of his descendants, specifical y.” Ethan nodded smugly. “That’s why I was so delighted to find that you were right here on campus. I made a hobby of tracking down the descendants of Klaus this summer, after I’d talked the first one I met into changing me into what she was.

Some of them gave me blood wil ingly, when they heard what I wanted to do. Not al of Klaus’s descendants are as ungrateful as you. I only need a little more, and then I’l have enough. Yours, of course,” and his eyes flicked up toward the door that Stefan had been surreptitiously watching al this time, waiting for Damon, “and your brother’s. I assume he’l be here any minute?”

Stefan’s heart plummeted, and he stared openly at the door. Damon, please stay away, he thought desperately.

40

Damon was moving fast, and Elena and the others had to almost race to keep up with him as they headed for the library. “Typical Stefan, sacrificing himself,” he muttered angrily. “He could have asked for help when he realized something was going on.” He stopped for a second to let the others catch up and glared at them al . “If Stefan can’t handle a few newly made vampires by himself, I’m ashamed of him,” he said. “Maybe we should just leave him after al . Survival of the fittest.”

Elena touched his hand lightly, and, after a moment, Damon hurried on toward the library. She didn’t for an instant believe he would leave Stefan a captive. None of them did. The taut, strained lines of his face showed that Damon was entirely focused on the danger his brother was in, their rivalry temporarily forgotten.

“It’s not just a few vampires,” Matt said. “There are about twenty-five of them. I’m sorry, you guys, I’ve been a moron.” He swung the stave Meredith had given him—

Samantha’s stave—determinedly in one hand.

“It’s not your fault,” Bonnie said. “You couldn’t have known your frat—or whatever—was evil, could you?” If anyone had spotted them as they crossed the campus, Elena was sure they would have been an alarming sight: she and Bonnie were clutching the large, sharp hunting knives Meredith had given them only half concealed under their jackets. Matt was holding the stave, and Meredith had her own stave in one hand. But it was past midnight, and the path they were fol owing was deserted.

Only Damon wasn’t carrying a weapon, and he clearly was a weapon.

His human façade seemed to have lifted, and his angry expression could have been carved out of stone, except for the glimpse of sharp white teeth between his lips and the seemingly bottomless darkness of his eyes.

When they reached the closed library, Damon didn’t pause, forcing its metal doors open with the grinding sound of splitting metal. Elena glanced around nervously. The last thing they needed was campus security showing up. But the paths near the library were dark and empty.

They al fol owed Damon down to the basement and into the hal ways of administrative offices. Final y, he stopped outside the door marked Research Office where he and Elena had once met Matt. “This is the entrance?” he asked Matt and, at his nod, efficiently broke the lock on the door.

“You’re al staying up here. Just Meredith and I are going down.” He looked at Meredith. “Want to kil some vampires, hunter? Let’s fulfil your destiny, shal we?” Meredith slashed her stave in the air, and a slow smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “I’m ready,” she said at last.

“I’m coming, too,” Elena said, keeping her voice steady.

“I’m not waiting up here while Stefan’s in danger.” Damon drew a breath, and she thought he was going to argue with her, but instead he sighed.

“Al right, princess,” he said, his voice gentler than it had been since Matt told them what had happened to Stefan.

“But you do what I—or Meredith—tel you.”

“I’m not waiting up here,” Matt said stubbornly. “This is my fault.”

Damon turned on him, his mouth twisting into a sneer.

“Yes, it is your fault. And you told us Ethan can control you. I don’t want to get your knife in my back while we’re fighting your enemies.”

Matt dropped his head, defeated. “Okay,” he said. “Go down two flights of stairs, and you’l see the doors to the room they’re in.” Damon nodded sharply and pul ed up the trapdoor.

Meredith fol owed him down the stairs, but Matt caught Elena’s arm as she headed after them. “Please,” he said quickly. “If any of the pledges stil seem rational, even if they’re vampires, try to get them out. Maybe we can help them. My friend Chloe…” In the grim lines of his face, his pale blue eyes were frightened.

“I’l try,” Elena said, and squeezed his hand. She exchanged a glance with Bonnie, then fol owed Meredith through the trapdoor.

When they reached the entrance to the Vitale Society’s chamber, Meredith and Damon pressed their backs against the elaborately carved wooden doors. Watching, Elena could see a similarity for the first time between them.

Now that they were facing a battle, Meredith and Damon were both wearing eager smiles.

One … two … came Damon’s silent count … three.

They pushed together. The double doors flew inward, and the chains that had held them closed went flying.

Damon stalked in, stil smiling a vicious gleaming smile, Meredith erect and alert behind him, her stave poised.

Dark figures rushed at them, but Elena was looking past them, searching for Stefan.

Then her eyes found him, and al the breath rushed out of her. He was hurt. Tied firmly to a chair, he raised a pale face to greet her, his leaf-green eyes agonized. From his arm, dark red blood dripped steadily, pooling on the floor beneath his chair.

Elena went a little mad.

Charging across the room toward Stefan, she was only half aware of one of the hooded figures leaping at her, and of Damon catching it in midstride, casual y snapping its neck and letting the body fal to the floor. Absently, she registered the smack of wood against flesh as Meredith caught another attacker with her stave so that it fel in convulsions as the concentrated essence of vervain from the stave’s spikes hit its bloodstream.

And then she was crouching next to Stefan, and, for a moment at least, nothing else mattered. He was shaking slightly, just the faintest tremors, and she stroked his hand, careful of the wound on his forearm. Raised red ridges ran around his wrists below the rope, spots of blood on their surface. “Vervain on the ropes,” he muttered. “I’m okay, just hurry.” And then, “Elena?” Below the pain in his voice, a dawning note of joy.

She hoped he could read al the love she felt in her eyes as she met his gaze. “I’m here, Stefan. I’m so sorry.” She took out the knife Meredith had given her and began to saw at the ropes that held him, careful not to cut him, trying not to pul the ropes any tighter. He winced in pain, and then the ropes around his wrists snapped. “Your poor arm,” she said, and felt in her pockets for something to staunch the blood, final y just pul ing off her jacket and holding it against the cut. Stefan took the jacket from her. “You’l have to cut through the rest of the ropes, too,” he said, his voice strained. “I can’t touch them because of the vervain.” She nodded and went to work on the ropes holding his legs. “I love you,” she told him, concentrating on her work, not looking up. “I love you so much. I hurt you, and I never wanted to. Never, Stefan. Please believe me.” She finished cutting through the ropes around his knees and ankles and chanced a glance up at Stefan’s face. Tears, she realized, were running down her own face, and she wiped them away.

The thud of another body hitting the floor and a screech of rage came from behind them. But Stefan’s eyes held hers unwaveringly. “Elena, I…” he sighed. “I love you more than anything in the world,” he said simply. “You know that.

No conditions.”

She took a long, shuddering breath and wiped the tears away again. She had to be able to see, had to keep her hands from shaking. The ropes around his torso were looped and twisted together. She pul ed at them, finding where there was enough give to start cutting, and Stefan hissed in pain.

“Sorry, sorry,” she said hurriedly, and began to slice through the rope as rapidly as she dared. “Stefan,” she began again, “the kiss with Damon—wel , I can’t lie and say I don’t feel anything for him—but the kiss wasn’t anything I’d planned on. I didn’t even mean to be with him that night, it just happened. And when you saw us, that kiss, he’d just saved my life…” She was stumbling over her words now, and she let them trail off. “I don’t have any real excuses, Stefan,” she said flatly. “I just want you to forgive me. I don’t think I can live without you.”

The last of the ropes parted, and she eased them from around him before she looked up, frightened and hopeful.

Stefan was gazing at her, his sculpted lips turning up in a half smile. “Elena,” he said and pul ed her to him in a brief, tender kiss. Then he pushed her to the wal . “Stay out of this, please,” he said, and limped toward the fight, stil weak from the vervain, but reaching to pul a vampire away from Meredith and sinking his own fangs into its neck.

Not that she needed his help. Meredith was amazing.

When had she gotten so good? Elena had seen her fight before, of course, and she’d been strong and quick, but now the tal girl was as graceful as a dancer and as deadly as an assassin.

She was fighting three vampires, who circled her angrily. Spinning and kicking, moving almost as fast as the monsters she was fighting, despite the fact that their speed was supernatural, she knocked one off his feet, sending him flying, and, in a smooth fol ow-up blow, bashed another in the face, leaving the vampire staggering backward with his hands up, half blinded.