The Struggle (20 page)

And there was something else. Something that came not just from the wind, but from the air itself, or the space around the air. A feeling of pressure, of menace, of some unimaginable force. It was gathering power, drawing nearer, closing in.

Elena spun to face the oak trees.

There was a stand of them behind the house, and more beyond, blending into the forest. And beyond that were the river and the graveyard.

Something … was out there. Something … very bad …

“No,” whispered Elena. She couldn’t see it, but she could feel it, like some great shape rearing up to stand over her, blotting out the sky. She
felt
the evil, the hatred, the animal fury.

Bloodlust. Stefan had used the word, but she hadn’t understood it. Now she felt this blood-lust … focused on her.

“No!”

Higher and higher, it was towering over her. She could still see nothing, but it was as if great wings unfolded, stretching to touch the horizon on either side. Something with a Power beyond comprehension … and it wanted to kill….

“No!”
She ran for the car just as it stooped and dived for her. Her hands scrabbled at the door handle, and she fumbled frantically with the keys. The wind was screaming, shrieking, tearing at her hair. Gritty ice sprayed into her eyes, blinding her, but then the key turned and she jerked the door open.

Safe! She slammed the door shut again and brought her fist down on the lock. Then she flung herself across the seat to check the locks on the other side.

The wind roared with a thousand voices outside. The car began rocking.

“Stop it! Damon, stop it!” Her thin cry was lost in the cacophony. She put her hands out on the dashboard as if to balance the car and it rocked harder, ice pelting against it.

Then she saw something. The rear window was clouding up, but she could discern the shape through it. It looked like some great bird made of mist or snow, but the outlines were hazy. All she was sure of was that it had huge sweeping wings … and that it was coming for her.

Get the key in the ignition. Get it in! Now go! Her mind was rapping orders at her. The
ancient Ford wheezed and the tires screamed louder than the wind as she took off. And the shape behind her followed, getting larger and larger in the rearview mirror.

Get to town, get to Stefan! Go! Go! But as she squealed onto Old Creek Road, turning left, the wheels locking, a bolt of lightning split the sky.

If she hadn’t been skidding and braking already, the tree would have crashed down on her. As it was, the violent impact shook the car like an earthquake missing the front right fender by inches. The tree was a mass of heaving, pitching branches, its trunk blocking the way back to town completely.

She was trapped. Her only route home cut off. She was alone, there was no escape from this terrible Power …

Power.
That was it; that was the key. “The stronger your Powers are, the more the rules of the dark bind you.”

Running water!

Throwing the car into reverse, she brought it around and then slammed into forward. The white shape banked and swooped, missing her
as narrowly as the tree had, and then she was speeding down Old Creek Road into the worst of the storm.

It was still after her. Only one thought pounded in Elena’s brain now. She had to cross running water, to leave this thing behind.

There were more cracks of lightning, and she glimpsed other trees falling, but she swerved around them. It couldn’t be far now. She could see the river flickering past on her left side through the driving ice storm. Then she saw the bridge.

It was there; she’d made it! A gust threw sleet across the windshield, but with the wipers’ next stroke she saw it fleetingly again. This was it, the turn should be about
here.

The car lurched and skidded onto the wooden structure. Elena felt the wheels grip at slick planks and then felt them lock. Desperately, she tried to turn with the skid, but she couldn’t see and there was no room….

And then she was crashing through the guardrail, the rotted wood of the footbridge giving way under weight it could no longer support. There was a sickening feeling of spinning,
dropping, and the car hit the water.

Elena heard screams, but they didn’t seem to be connected with her. The river welled up around her and everything was noise and confusion and pain. A window shattered as it was struck by debris, and then another. Dark water gushed across her, along with glass like ice. She was engulfed. She couldn’t see; she couldn’t get out.

And she couldn’t breathe. She was lost in this hellish tumult, and there was no air.
She had to breathe.
She had to get out of here….

“Stefan, help me!” she screamed.

But her scream made no sound. Instead, the icy water rushed into her lungs, invading her. She thrashed against it, but it was too strong for her. Her struggles became wilder, more uncoordinated, and then they stopped.

Then everything was still.

Bonnie and Meredith were hunting around the perimeter of the school impatiently. They’d seen Stefan go this way, more or less coerced by Tyler and his new friends. They’d started to follow him, but then that business with Elena had started.
And then Matt had informed them that she’d taken off. So they’d set out after Stefan again, but nobody was out here. There weren’t even any buildings except one lonely Quonset hut.

“And now there’s a storm coming!” Meredith said. “Listen to that wind! I think it’s going to rain.”

“Or snow!” Bonnie shuddered. “Where did they
go
?”

“I don’t care; I just want to get under a roof. Here it comes!” Meredith gasped as the first sheet of icy rain hit her, and she and Bonnie ran for the nearest shelter—the Quonset hut.

And it was there that they found Stefan. The door was ajar, and when Bonnie looked in she recoiled.

“Tyler’s goon squad!” she hissed. “Look out!”

Stefan had a semicircle of guys between him and the door. Caroline was in the corner.

“He must have it! He took it somehow; I know he did!” she was saying.

“Took what?” said Meredith loudly. Everyone turned their way.

Caroline’s face contorted as she saw them in the doorway and Tyler snarled. “Get out,” he
said. “You don’t want to be involved in this.”

Meredith ignored him. “Stefan, can I talk to you?”

“In a minute. Are you going to answer her question? Took what?” Stefan was concentrating on Tyler, totally focused.

“Sure, I’ll answer her question. Right after I answer yours.” Tyler’s beefy hand thumped into his fist and he stepped forward. “You’re going to be dog meat, Salvatore.”

Several of the tough guys snickered.

Bonnie opened her mouth to say, “Let’s get
out
of here.” But what she actually said was, “The bridge.”

It was weird enough to make everyone look at her.

“What?” said Stefan.

“The bridge,” said Bonnie again, without meaning to say it. Her eyes bulged, alarmed. She could hear the voice coming from her throat, but she had no control over it. And then she felt her eyes go wider and her mouth drop open and she had her own voice back. “The bridge, oh, my God, the bridge! That’s where Elena is! Stefan, we’ve got to save her…. Oh, hurry!”

“Bonnie, are you sure?”

“Yes, oh, God … that’s where she’s gone. She’s drowning!
Hurry!
” Waves of thick blackness broke over Bonnie. But she couldn’t faint now; they had to get to Elena.

Stefan and Meredith hesitated one minute, and then Stefan was through the goon squad, brushing them aside like tissue paper. They sprinted through the field toward the parking lot, dragging Bonnie behind. Tyler started after them, but stopped when the full force of the wind hit him.

“Why would she go out in this storm?” Stefan shouted as they sprang into Meredith’s car.

“She was upset; Matt said she took off in his car,” Meredith gasped back in the comparative quiet of the interior. She pulled out fast and turned into the wind, speeding dangerously. “She said she was going to the boarding house.”

“No, she’s at the bridge! Meredith, drive faster! Oh, God, we’re going to be too late!” Tears were running down Bonnie’s face.

Meredith floored it. The car swayed, buffeted by wind and sleet. All through that nightmare
ride Bonnie sobbed, her fingers clutching the seat in front of her.

Stefan’s sharp warning kept Meredith from running into the tree. They piled out and were immediately lashed and punished by the wind.

“It’s too big to move! We’ll have to walk,” Stefan shouted.

Of course it was too big to move, Bonnie thought, already scrambling through the branches. It was a full-grown oak tree. But once on the other side, the icy gale whipped all thought out of her head.

Within minutes she was numb, and the road seemed to go on for hours. They tried to run but the wind beat them back. They could scarcely see; if it hadn’t been for Stefan, they would have gone over the riverbank. Bonnie began to weave drunkenly. She was ready to fall to the ground when she heard Stefan shouting up ahead.

Meredith’s arm around her tightened, and they broke again into a stumbling run. But as they neared the bridge what they saw brought them to a halt.

“Oh, my God … Elena!” screamed Bonnie. Wickery Bridge was a mass of splintered
rubble. The guardrail on one side was gone and the planking had given way as if a giant fist had smashed it. Beneath, the dark water churned over a sickening pile of debris. Part of the debris, entirely underwater except the headlights, was Matt’s car.

Meredith was screaming, too, but she was screaming at Stefan. “No! You can’t go down there!”

He never even glanced back. He dived from the bank, and the water closed over his head.

Later, Bonnie’s memory of the next hour would be mercifully dim. She remembered waiting for Stefan while the storm raged endlessly on. She remembered that she was almost beyond caring by the time a hunched figure lurched out of the water. She remembered feeling no disappointment, only a vast and yawning grief, as she saw the limp thing Stefan laid out on the road.

And she remembered Stefan’s face.

She remembered how he looked as they tried to do something for Elena. Only that wasn’t really Elena lying there, that was a wax doll with Elena’s features. It was nothing that had ever been alive and it certainly wasn’t alive now.
Bonnie thought it seemed silly to go on poking and prodding at it like this, trying to get water out of its lungs and so on. Wax dolls didn’t breathe.

She remembered Stefan’s face when he finally gave up. When Meredith wrestled with him and yelled at him, saying something about over an hour without air, and brain damage. The words filtered in to Bonnie, but their meaning didn’t. She just thought it odd that while Meredith and Stefan were screaming at each other they were both crying.

Stefan stopped crying after that. He just sat there holding the Elena-doll. Meredith yelled some more, but he didn’t listen to her. He just sat. And Bonnie would never forget his expression.

And then something seared through Bonnie, bringing her to life, waking her to terror. She clutched at Meredith, and stared around for the source. Something bad … something terrible was coming. Was almost here.

Stefan seemed to feel it, too. He was alert, stiff, like a wolf picking up a scent.

“What is it?” shouted Meredith. “What’s wrong with you?”

“You’ve got to go!” Stefan rose, still holding the limp form in his arms. “Get out of here!”

“What do you mean? We can’t leave you—”

“Yes, you can! Get out of here! Bonnie, get her out!”

No one had ever told Bonnie to take care of someone else before. People were always taking care of
her.
But now she seized Meredith’s arm and began pulling. Stefan was right. There was nothing they could do for Elena, and if they stayed whatever had gotten her would get them.

“Stefan!” Meredith shouted as she was unaccountably dragged away.

“I’ll put her under the trees. The willows, not the oaks,” he called after them.

Why would he tell us that now? Bonnie wondered in some deep part of her mind that was not taken up with fear and the storm.

The answer was simple, and her mind promptly gave it back to her. Because he wasn’t going to be around to tell them later.

Long ago, in the dark side streets of Florence, starving, frightened, and exhausted, Stefan had made himself a vow. Several vows, in fact, about using the Powers he sensed within himself, and about how to treat the weak, blundering, but still-human creatures around him.

Now he was going to break them all.

He’d kissed Elena’s cold forehead and laid her under a willow tree. He would come back here, if he could, to join her, after.

As he’d thought, the surge of Power had passed over Bonnie and Meredith and followed him, but it had receded again, and was now drawn back, waiting.

He wouldn’t let it wait long.

Unencumbered by the burden of Elena’s body, he broke into a predator’s lope on the empty road. The freezing sleet and wind didn’t bother him much. His hunter’s senses
pierced through them.

He turned them all to the task of locating the prey he wanted. No thinking of Elena now. Later, when this was over.

Tyler and his friends were still in the Quonset hut. Good. They never knew what was coming as the window burst into flying glass shards and the storm blew inside.

Stefan meant to kill when he seized Tyler by the neck and sank his fangs in. That had been one of his rules, not to kill, and he wanted to break it.

But another of the toughs came at him before he had quite drained Tyler of blood. The guy wasn’t trying to protect his fallen leader, only to escape. It was his bad luck that his route took him across Stefan’s path. Stefan flipped him to the ground and tapped the new vein eagerly.

The hot coppery taste revived him, warmed him, flowed through him like fire. It made him want more.

Power. Life. They had it; he needed it. With the glorious rush of strength that came with what he’d already drunk, he stunned them easily. Then he moved from one to another, drinking
deep and throwing them away. It was like popping tops on a six-pack.