The Dark Reunion (24 page)

“Yes,” he said quietly, and then, to Elena, “I want your help.”

She bent and kissed him.

Bonnie saw the brightness flow from her to Stefan, like a river of sparkling light engulfing him. It flooded over him the way the dark mist had surrounded Klaus, like a cascade of diamonds, until his entire body glowed like Elena’s. For an instant Bonnie imagined she could see the blood inside him turned molten, flowing out to each vein, each capillary, healing everything it touched. Then the glow faded to a golden
aura, soaking back into Stefan’s skin. His shirt was still demolished, but underneath the flesh was smooth and firm. Bonnie, feeling her own eyes wide with wonder, couldn’t help reaching out to touch.

It felt just like any skin. The horrible wounds were gone.

She laughed aloud with sheer excitement, and then looked up, sobering. “Elena—there’s Meredith, too—”

The bright being that was Elena was already moving across the clearing. Meredith looked up at her from Caroline’s lap.

“Hello, Elena,” she said, almost normally except that her voice was so weak.

Elena bent and kissed her. The brightness flowed again, encompassing Meredith. And when it faded, Meredith stood up on her own two feet.

Then Elena did the same thing with Matt, who woke up, looking confused but alert. She kissed Caroline too, and Caroline stopped shaking and straightened.

Then she went to Damon.

He was still lying where he had fallen. The
ghosts had passed over him, taking no notice of him. Elena’s brightness hovered over him, one shining hand reaching to touch his hair. Then she bent and kissed the dark head on the ground.

As the sparkling light faded, Damon sat up and shook his head. He saw Elena and went still, then, every movement careful and self-contained, stood up. He didn’t say anything, only looked as Elena turned back to Stefan.

He was silhouetted against the fire. Bonnie had scarcely noticed how the red glow had grown so that it almost eclipsed Elena’s gold. But now she saw it and felt a thrill of alarm.

“My last gift to you,” Elena said, and it began to rain.

Not a thunder-and-lightning storm, but a thorough pattering rain that soaked everything—Bonnie included—and doused the fire. It was fresh and cool, and it seemed to wash all the horror of the last hours away, cleansing the glade of everything that had happened there. Bonnie tilted her face up to it, shutting her eyes, wanting to stretch out her arms and embrace it. At last it slackened and she looked again at Elena.

Elena was looking at Stefan, and there was no smile on her lips now. The wordless sorrow was back in her face.

“It’s midnight,” she said. “And I have to go.”

Bonnie knew instantly, at the sound of it, that “go” didn’t just mean for the moment. “Go” meant forever. Elena was going somewhere that no trance or dream could reach.

And Stefan knew it too.

“Just a few more minutes,” he said, reaching for her.

“I’m sorry—”

“Elena, wait—I need to tell you—”

“I can’t!” For the first time the serenity of that bright face was destroyed, showing not only gentle sadness but tearing grief. “Stefan, I can’t wait. I’m so sorry.” It was as if she were being pulled backward, retreating from them into some dimension that Bonnie could not see. Maybe the same place Honoria went when her task was finished, Bonnie thought. To be at peace.

But Elena’s eyes didn’t look as if she were at peace. They clung to Stefan, and she reached out her hand toward his, hopelessly. They didn’t
touch. Wherever Elena was being pulled was too far away.

“Elena—
please!”
It was the voice Stefan had called her with in his room. As if his heart was breaking.

“Stefan,” she cried, both hands held out to him now. But she was diminishing, vanishing. Bonnie felt a sob swell in her own chest, close her own throat. It wasn’t fair. All they had ever wanted was to be together. And now Elena’s reward for helping the town and finishing her task was to be separated from Stefan irrevocably. It just wasn’t
fair.

“Stefan,” Elena called again, but her voice came as if from a long distance. The brightness was almost gone. Then, as Bonnie stared through helpless tears, it winked out.

Leaving the clearing silent once again. They were all gone, the ghosts of Fell’s Church who had walked for one night to keep more blood from being spilled. The bright spirit that had led them had vanished without a trace, and even the moon and stars were covered by clouds.

Bonnie knew that the wetness on Stefan’s
face wasn’t due to the rain that was still splashing down.

He was standing, chest heaving, looking at the last place where Elena’s brightness had been seen. And all the longing and the pain Bonnie had glimpsed on his face at times before was nothing to what she saw now.

“It isn’t fair,” she whispered. Then she shouted it to the sky, not caring who she was addressing. “It isn’t fair!”

Stefan had been breathing more and more quickly. Now he lifted his face too, not in anger but in unbearable pain. His eyes were searching the clouds as if he might find some last trace of golden light, some flicker of brightness there. He couldn’t. Bonnie saw the spasm go through him, like the agony of Klaus’s stake. And the cry that burst out of him was the most terrible thing she’d ever heard.

“Elena!”

16

Bonnie never could quite remember how the next few seconds went. She heard Stefan’s cry that almost seemed to shake the earth beneath her. She saw Damon start toward him. And then she saw the flash.

A flash like Klaus’s lightning, only not blue-white. This one was gold.

And so bright Bonnie felt that the sun had exploded in front of her eyes. All she could make out for several seconds were whirling colors. And then she saw something in the middle of the clearing, near the chimney stack. Something white, shaped like the ghosts, only more solid looking. Something small and huddled that had to be anything but what her eyes were telling her it looked like.

Because it looked like a slender naked girl trembling on the forest floor. A girl with golden hair.

It looked like Elena.

Not the glowing, candlelit Elena of the spirit world and not the pale, inhumanly beautiful girl who had been Elena the vampire. This was an Elena whose creamy skin was blotching pink and showing gooseflesh under the spatter of the rain. An Elena who looked bewildered as she slowly raised her head and gazed around her, as if all the familiar things in the clearing were unfamiliar to her.

It’s an illusion. Either that or they gave her a few minutes to say good-bye. Bonnie kept telling herself that, but she couldn’t make herself believe it.

“Bonnie?” said a voice uncertainly. A voice that wasn’t like wind chimes at all. The voice of a frightened young girl.

Bonnie’s knees gave out. A wild feeling was growing inside her. She tried to push it away, not daring to even examine it yet. She just watched Elena.

Elena touched the grass in front of her. Hesitantly at first, then more and more firmly, quicker and quicker. She picked up a leaf in fingers that seemed clumsy, put it down, patted the
ground. Snatched it up again. She grabbed a whole handful of wet leaves, held them to her, smelled them. She looked up at Bonnie, the leaves scattering away.

For a moment, they just knelt and stared at each other from the distance of a few feet. Then, tremulously, Bonnie stretched out her hand. She couldn’t breathe. The feeling was growing and growing.

Elena’s hand came up in turn. Reached toward Bonnie’s. Their fingers touched.

Real fingers. In the real world. Where they both were.

Bonnie gave a kind of scream and threw herself on Elena.

In a minute she was patting her everywhere in a frenzy, with wild, disbelieving delight. And Elena was solid. She was wet from the rain and she was shivering and Bonnie’s hands didn’t go through her. Bits of damp leaf and crumbs of soil were clinging to Elena’s hair.

“You’re here,” she sobbed. “I can touch you, Elena!”

Elena gasped back, “I can touch you! I’m here!” She grabbed the leaves again. “I can
touch the ground!”

“I can see you touching it!” They might have kept this up indefinitely, but Meredith interrupted. She was standing a few steps away, staring, her dark eyes enormous, her face white. She made a choking sound.

“Meredith!” Elena turned to her and held out handfuls of leaves. She opened her arms.

Meredith, who had been able to cope when Elena’s body was found in the river, when Elena had appeared at her window as a vampire, when Elena had materialized in the clearing like an angel, just stood there, shaking. She looked about to faint.

“Meredith, she’s solid! You can touch her! See?” Bonnie pummeled Elena again joyfully.

Meredith didn’t move. She whispered, “It’s impossible—”

“It’s true! See? It’s true!” Bonnie was getting hysterical. She knew she was, and she didn’t care. If anyone had a right to get hysterical, it was her. “It’s true, it’s true,” she caroled. “Meredith, come
see.”

Meredith, who had been staring at Elena all this while, made another choked sound. Then,
with one motion, she flung herself down on Elena. She touched her, found that her hand met the resistance of flesh. She looked into Elena’s face. And then she burst into uncontrollable tears.

She cried and cried, her head on Elena’s naked shoulder.

Bonnie gleefully patted both of them.

“Don’t you think she’d better put something on?” said a voice, and Bonnie looked up to see Caroline taking off her dress. Caroline did it rather calmly, standing in her beige polyester slip afterward as if she did this sort of thing all the time. No imagination, Bonnie thought again, but without malice. Clearly there were times when no imagination was an advantage.

Meredith and Bonnie pulled the dress over Elena’s head. She looked small inside it, wet and somehow unnatural, as if she wasn’t used to clothing anymore. But it was some protection from the elements, anyway.

Then Elena whispered, “Stefan.”

She turned. He was standing there, with Damon and Matt, a little apart from the girls. He was just watching her. As if not only his
breath, but his life was held, waiting.

Elena got up and took a tottery step to him, and then another and another. Slim and newly fragile inside her borrowed dress, she wavered as she moved toward him. Like the little mermaid learning how to use her legs, Bonnie thought.

He let her get almost all the way there, just staring, before he stumbled toward her. They ended in a rush and then fell to the ground together, arms locked around each other, each holding on as tightly as possible. Neither of them said a word.

At last Elena pulled back to look at Stefan, and he cupped her face between his hands, just gazing back at her. Elena laughed aloud for sheer joy, opening and closing her own fingers and looking at them in delight before burying them in Stefan’s hair. Then they kissed.

Bonnie watched unabashedly, feeling some of the heady joy spill over into tears. Her throat ached, but these were sweet tears, not the salt tears of pain, and she was still smiling. She was filthy, she was soaking wet, she had never been so happy in her life. She felt as if she wanted to
dance and sing and do all sorts of crazy things.

Some time later Elena looked up from Stefan to all of them, her face almost as bright as when she’d floated in the clearing like an angel. Shining like starlight. No one will ever call her Ice Princess again, Bonnie thought.

“My friends,” Elena said. It was all she said, but it was enough, that and the queer little sob she gave as she held out a hand to them. They were around her in a second, swarming her, all trying to embrace at once. Even Caroline.

“Elena,” Caroline said, “I’m sorry….”

“It’s all forgotten now,” Elena said, and hugged her as freely as anyone else. Then she grasped a sturdy brown hand and held it briefly to her cheek. “Matt,” she said, and he smiled at her, blue eyes swimming. But not with misery at seeing her in Stefan’s arms, Bonnie thought. Just now Matt’s face expressed only happiness.

A shadow fell over the little group, coming between them and the moonlight. Elena looked up, and held out her hand again.

“Damon,” she said.

The clear light and shining love in her face was irresistible. Or it should have been
irresistible, Bonnie thought. But Damon stepped forward unsmiling, his black eyes as bottomless and unfathomable as ever. None of the starlight that shone from Elena was reflected back from them.

Stefan looked up at him fearlessly, as he’d looked into the painful brilliance of Elena’s golden brightness. Then, never looking away, he held out his hand as well.

Damon stood gazing down at them, the two open, fearless faces, the mute offer of their hands. The offer of connection, warmth, humanity. Nothing showed in his own face, and he was utterly motionless himself.

“Come on, Damon,” Matt said softly. Bonnie looked at him quickly, and saw that the blue eyes were intent now as they looked at the shadowed hunter’s face.

Damon spoke without moving. “I’m not like you.”

“You’re not as different from us as you want to think,” Matt said. “Look,” he added, an odd note of challenge in his voice, “I know you killed Mr. Tanner in self-defense, because you told me. And I know you didn’t come here to Fell’s
Church because Bonnie’s spell dragged you here, because I sorted the hair and I didn’t make any mistakes. You’re more like us than you admit, Damon. The only thing I
don’t
know is why you didn’t go into Vickie’s house to help her.”