Contents 4 страница. that Bonnie’s scared of the dark

that Bonnie’s scared of the dark. Can I just turn on your bedside lamp?”

Bonnie could feel herself trembling. That wasn’t good. It wasn’t

smart to show Caroline you were afraid of her. But the pitch-blackness

was making her tremble. She could feel that this room was wrong in its

angles—or maybe it was only her imagination. She could also hear

things that made her jump—like that loud double clicking noise directly

behind her. What had made that?

“All rrright then! Turrn on the one by the bed.” Caroline was

definitely snarling. And she was moving toward them; Bonnie could

hear rustling and breathing getting closer.

Don’t let her get to me in the dark!

It was a panicked, irrational thought, but Bonnie couldn’t help

thinking it any more than she could help stumbling blindly sideways

into…

Something tall—and warm.

Not Meredith. Never since Bonnie had known her had Meredith

smelled like rancid sweat and rotten eggs. But the warm something took

hold of both Bonnie’s upraised hands, and there were strange little

clicking noises as they clenched.

The hands weren’t just warm; they were hot and dry. And the ends

poked oddly into Bonnie’s skin.

Then, as a light by the bedside went on, they were gone. The lamp

Meredith had found put out a very, very dim ruby light—and it was easy

to see why. A ruby negligee and peignoir had been tied around the

shade.

“This is a fire hazard,” Meredith said, but even her level voice

sounded shaken.

Caroline stood before them in the red light. She seemed taller than

ever to Bonnie, tall and sinewy, except for the slight bulge of her belly.

She was dressed normally, in jeans and a tight T-shirt. She was holding

her hands playfully hidden behind her back, and smiling her old insolent,

sly smile.

I want to go home, Bonnie thought.

Meredith said, “Well?”

Caroline just kept smiling. “Well, what?”

Meredith lost her temper. “What do you want?”

Caroline just looked arch. “Have you visited your friend Isobel

today? Had a little talk with her?”

Bonnie had a powerful urge to slap that smug smile off Caroline’s

face. She didn’t. It was just a trick of the lamplight—she knew it had to

be—but it looked almost as if there was a red dot shining in the center of

each of Caroline’s eyes.

“We visited Isobel at the hospital, yes,” Meredith said

expressionlessly. Then, with unmistakable anger in her voice, she added,

“And you know very well that she can’t talk yet. But”—with a

triumphant little pounce—“the doctors say she will be able to. Her

tongue will heal, Caroline. She may have scars from all the places she

pierced herself, but she’s going to be able to talk again just fine.”

Caroline’s smile had faded, leaving her face looking haggard and

full of dull fury. At what? Bonnie wondered.

“It would do you some good to get out of this house,” Meredith

told the copper-haired girl. “You can’t live in the dark—”

“I won’t forever,” Caroline said sharply. “Just until the twins are

born.” She stood, hands still behind her, and arched her back so that her

stomach protruded more than ever.

“The—twins?” Bonnie was startled into speaking.

“Matt Junior and Mattie. That’s what I’m going to call them.”

Caroline’s gloating smile and impudent eyes were almost too much

for Bonnie to stand. “You can’t do that!” she heard herself shouting.

“Or maybe I’ll call the girl Honey. Matthew and Honey, for their

daddy, Matthew Honeycutt.”

“You can’t do it,” Bonnie shouted, more shrilly. “Especially with

Matt not even here to defend himself—”

“Yes, he did run away very suddenly, didn’t he? The police are

wondering why he had to run. Of course”—Caroline lowered her voice

to a meaningful whisper—“he wasn’t alone. Elena was with him. I

wonder what the two of them do in their spare time?” She giggled, a

high, fatuous giggle.

“Elena isn’t the only person with Matt,” Meredith said, and now

her voice was low and dangerous. “Someone else is, too. Do you

remember an agreement you signed? About not telling anyone about

Elena or bringing publicity around her?”

Caroline blinked slowly, like a lizard. “A long time ago. In a

different lifetime, for me.”

“Caroline, you’re not going to have a lifetime if you break that

oath! Damon would kill you. Or—have you already—?” Meredith

stopped.

Caroline was still giggling in that childish way, as if she were a

little girl and someone had just told her a naughty joke.

Bonnie felt cold sweat break out all over her body at once. Fine

hairs lifted on her arms.

“What are you hearing, Caroline?” Meredith wet her lips. Bonnie

could see that she was trying to hold Caroline’s eyes, but the

copper-haired girl turned away. “Is it…Shinichi?” Meredith moved

forward suddenly and grasped Caroline’s arms. “You used to see and

hear him when you looked in the mirror. Do you hear him all the time

now, Caroline?”

Bonnie wanted to help Meredith. She did. But she couldn’t have

moved or spoken for anything.

There were—gray threads—in Caroline’s hair. Gray hairs, Bonnie

thought. They shone dully, much lighter than the flaming auburn

Caroline was so proud of. And there were…other hairs that didn’t shine

at all. Bonnie had seen this brindled coloration on dogs; she knew

vaguely that some wolves must look the same. But it was really

something else to see them in your girlfriend’s hair. Especially when

they seemed to bristle and quiver, lifting like the hackles of a dog….

She’s mad. Not angry mad; insane mad, Bonnie realized.

Caroline looked up, not at Meredith, but straight into Bonnie’s

eyes. Bonnie flinched. Caroline was gazing at her as if considering

whether or not Bonnie were dinner or just garbage.

Meredith stepped to stand beside Bonnie. Her fists were clenched.

“Don’t starrre,” Caroline said abruptly, and turned away. Yes, that

was definitely a snarl.

“You really wanted us to see you, didn’t you?” Meredith said

softly. “You’re—flaunting yourself in front of us. But I think that maybe

this is your way of asking for help—”

“Harrrrdly!”

“Caroline,” Bonnie said suddenly, amazed by a wave of pity that

swamped her, “please try to think. Remember back when you said you

needed a husband? I—” She broke off and swallowed. Who was going

to marry this monster, who a few weeks ago had looked like a normal

teenage girl?

“I understood you back then,” Bonnie finished lamely. “But,

honestly, it won’t do any good to keep on saying Matt attacked you! No

one…” She couldn’t bring herself to say the obvious.

No one will believe something like you.

“Oh, I clean up rrrreal prrretty,” Caroline growled and then

giggled. “You’d be surprrrised.”

In her mind’s eye, Bonnie saw the old insolent flash of Caroline’s

emerald gaze, the sly and secretive expression on her face, and the

shimmering of her auburn hair.

“Why pick on Matt?” Meredith demanded. “How did you know he

was attacked by a malach that night? Did Shinichi send it after him just

for you?”

“Or did Misao?” Bonnie said, remembering that it was the female

of the twin kitsune, the fox spirits, who had spoken the most to Caroline.

“I went out on a date with Matt that night.” Suddenly Caroline’s

voice was a singsong, as if she were reciting poetry—badly. “I didn’t

mind kissing him—he’s so cute. I guess that’s when he got the hickey on

his neck. I guess I might have bitten his lip a little.”

Bonnie opened her mouth, felt Meredith’s restraining hand on her

shoulder, and shut it again.

“But then he just went crazy,” Caroline lilted on. “He attacked me!

I scratched him with my fingernails, all up and down one arm. But Matt

was too strong. Much too strong. And now—”

And now you’re going to have puppies, Bonnie wanted to say, but

Meredith squeezed her shoulder and she stopped herself again. Besides,

Bonnie thought with a sudden twinge of alarm, the babies might look

human, and there might only be twins, as Caroline herself had said. Then

what would they do?

Bonnie knew the way adult minds worked. Even if Caroline

couldn’t dye her hair back to auburn, they would say, look what stress

she’s been under: she’s actually going prematurely gray!

And even if the adults saw Caroline’s bizarre appearance and

strange behavior, as Bonnie and Meredith just had, they would dismiss it

as being due to shock. Oh, poor Caroline, her whole personality has

changed since that day. She’s so frightened of Matt that she hides under

her desk. She won’t wash herself—maybe that’s a common symptom

after what she’s been through.

Besides who knew how long it would take these werewolf babies

to be born? Maybe the malach inside Caroline could control that, make it

seem to be like a normal pregnancy.

And then suddenly Bonnie was snatched away from her own

thoughts to tune into Caroline’s words. Caroline was through growling

for the moment. She sounded almost like the old Caroline, offended and

nasty, as she said, “I just don’t understand why you should take his word

over mine.”

“Because,” Meredith said flatly, “we know both of you. We would

have known if Matt had been dating you—and he wasn’t. And he’s

hardly the kind of guy to just show up at your front door, especially

when you consider how he felt about you.”

“But you’ve already said that this monster that attacked him—”

“Malach, Caroline. Learn the word. You’ve got one inside you!”

Caroline smirked and waved a hand, dismissing this. “You said

these things can possess you and make you do things out of character,

right?” There was a silence. Bonnie thought, if we have said it, we’ve

never said it in front of you.

“Well, what if I admitted that Matt and I weren’t dating? What if I

said that I found him driving around our neighborhood at about five

miles an hour, just looking lost. His sleeve was torn to pieces and his

arm was all chewed up. So I took him inside my house and tried to

bandage his arm—but suddenly he went crazy. And I did try to scratch

him, but the bandages were in the way. I scratched them off him. I even

still have them, all covered in blood. If I told you that, what would you

say?”

I’d say that you were using us as a dry run before telling Sheriff

Mossberg, Bonnie thought, chilled. And I’d say that you were right, you

probably can clean up pretty normal looking when you make an effort. If

you’d just stop that childish giggling and get rid of the crafty look, you’d

be even more convincing.

But Meredith was speaking. “Caroline—they’ve got DNA tests for

blood.”

“Of course I know that!” Caroline looked so indignant that for a

moment she forgot to look sly.

Meredith was staring at her. “That means they can tell if the

bandages you’ve got have Matt’s blood on them or not,” she said. “And

if it flows in the right pattern to match your story.”

“There isn’t any pattern. The bandages are just soaked.” Abruptly,

Caroline strode over to a dresser and opened it, plucking out a length of

what might have originally been athletic bandage. Now it shone reddish

in the faint light.

Looking at the stiff fabric in the ruby light, Bonnie knew two

things. It wasn’t any part of the poultice that Mrs. Flowers had put on

Matt’s arm the morning after he’d been attacked. And it was soaked with

genuine blood, right to the stiff tips of the cloth.

The world seemed to be spinning around. Because even though

Bonnie believed in Matt, this new story scared her. This new story might

even work —provided that no one could find Matt and test his blood.

Even Matt admitted that there was time unaccounted for that

night…time he couldn’t remember.

But that didn’t mean Caroline was telling the truth! Why would

she start out with a lie, and only change it when the facts got in the way?

Caroline’s eyes were the color of a cat’s. Cats play with mice, just

for amusement. Just to see them run.

Matt had run….

Bonnie shook her head. All at once she couldn’t stand this house

any longer. It had somehow settled into her mind, making her accept all

the impossible angles of the distorted walls. She had even grown

accustomed to the awful smell and the red light. But now, with Caroline

holding out a blood-soaked bandage and telling her that it was Matt who

had bled all over it…

“I’m going home,” Bonnie announced suddenly. “And Matt didn’t

do it, and—and I’m never coming back!” Accompanied by the sound of

Caroline’s giggling, she whirled, trying not to look at the nest Caroline

had made under her corner desk. There were empty bottles and

half-empty plates of food piled in there with the clothes. Anything could

be under them—even a malach.

But as Bonnie moved, the room seemed to move with her,

accelerating her spin, until she had gone twice around before she could

put out a foot to stop herself.

“Wait, Bonnie—wait, Caroline,” Meredith said, sounding almost

frantic. Caroline was folding her body like a contortionist, getting back

under the desk. “Caroline, what about Tyler Smallwood? Don’t you care

that he’s the real father of your—your kids? How long were you dating

him before he joined up with Klaus? Where is he now?”

“Forrr all I know he’s dead. You and yourrr friends killed him.”

The snarl was back, but it wasn’t vicious. It was more of a triumphant

purr. “But I don’t miss him, so I hope he stays dead,” Caroline added,

with a muffled giggle. “ He wouldn’t marrrry me.”

Bonnie had to get away. She fumbled for the doorknob, found it,

and was blinded. She had spent so long in ruby dimness that the hall

light was like the midday sun on the desert.

“Turrn off the lamp!” Caroline snapped from under the desk. But

as Meredith moved to do it Bonnie heard a surprisingly loud explosion

and saw the red-swathed shade go dark by itself.

And one thing more.

The hallway light swept across Caroline’s room like a beacon as

the door swung shut. Caroline was already tearing at something with her

teeth. Something with the texture of meat, but not cooked meat.

Bonnie jerked back to run and almost knocked over Mrs. Forbes.

The woman was still standing in the hall where she had been when

they went into Caroline’s room. She didn’t even look as if she’d been

listening at the door. She was just standing, staring at nothing.

“I have to show you out,” she said in her soft, gray voice. She

didn’t lift her head to meet Bonnie’s or Meredith’s eyes. “You might get

lost otherwise. I do.”

It was a straight shot to the stairs and down and four steps to the

front door. But as they walked, Meredith didn’t say anything, and

Bonnie couldn’t.

Once outside, Meredith turned to look at Bonnie.

“Well? Is she more possessed by the malach or the werewolf part

of her? Or could you tell anything from her aura?”

Bonnie heard herself laugh, a sound that was like crying.

“Meredith, her aura isn’t human—and I don’t know what to make

of it. And her mother doesn’t seem to have an aura at all. They’re

just—that house is just—”

“Never mind, Bonnie. You don’t have to go there ever again.”

“It’s like…” But Bonnie didn’t know how to explain the fun-house

look of the walls or the way the stairs went down instead of up.

“I think,” she said finally, “that you’d better do some more

research. On things like—like possession of the American kind.”

“You mean like possession by demons?” Meredith shot her a sharp

look.

“Yes. I guess so. Only I don’t know where to start listing what’s

wrong with her.”

“I have a few ideas of my own,” Meredith said quietly. “Like—did

you notice that she never showed us her hands? That was very strange, I

thought.”

“I know why,” Bonnie whispered, trying not to let the sobbing

laughter out. “It’s because—she doesn’t have fingernails anymore.”

“What did you say?”

“She put her hands around my wrists. I could feel them.”

“Bonnie, you’re not making any sense.”

Bonnie made herself speak. “Caroline has claws now, Meredith.

Real claws. Like a wolf.”

“Or maybe,” Meredith said in a whisper, “like a fox.”

E lena was using all her considerable talents at negotiation to calm Matt

down, encouraging him to order a second and third Belgian waffle;

smiling at him across the table. But it wasn’t much good. Matt was

moving as if he were driven to rush, while at the same time he couldn’t

take his eyes off her.

He’s still imagining Damon swooping down and terrorizing some

young girl, Elena thought helplessly.

Damon wasn’t there when they stepped out of the coffee shop.

Elena saw the frown between Matt’s eyebrows begin and had a

brainstorm.

“Why don’t we take the Jag to a used-car dealership? If we’re

going to give up the Jaguar, I want your advice on what we get in

return.”

“Yeah, my advice on beat-up, falling-apart heaps has got to be the

best,” Matt said, with a wry smile that said he knew Elena was managing

him, but he didn’t mind.

The single car dealership in the town didn’t look very promising.

But even it was not as depressed-looking as the owner of the lot. Elena

and Matt found him asleep inside a small office building with dirty

windows. Matt tapped gently on the smudged window and eventually

the man started, jerked up in his chair, and angrily waved them away.

But Matt tapped again on the window when the man began to put

his head down once more, and this time the man sat up very slowly,

gave them a look of bitter despair, and came to the door.

“What do you want?” he demanded.

“A trade-in,” Matt said loudly before Elena could say it softly.

“You teenagers have a car to trade,” the little man said darkly. “In

all my twenty years owning this place—”

“Look.” Matt stepped back to reveal the brilliant red Jag shining in

the morning sun like a giant rose on wheels. “A brand-new Jaguar XZR.

Zero to sixty in 3.7 seconds! A 550-horsepower supercharged AJ-V8

GEN III R engine with 6-speed ZF automatic transmission! Adaptive

Dynamics and Active Differential for exceptional traction and handling!

There is no car like the XZR!” Matt finished nose to nose with the little

man, whose mouth had slowly come open as his eyes flickered between

the car and the boy.

“ You want to trade that in for something on this lot?” he said,

shocked into frank disbelief. “As if I’d have the cash to—waitaminute!”

he interrupted himself. His eyes stopped flickering and became the eyes

of a poker player. His shoulders came up, but his head didn’t, giving him

the appearance of a vulture.

“Don’t want it,” he said flatly and made as if to go back into the

office. “What do you mean you don’t want it? You were drooling over it a

minute ago!” Matt shouted, but the man had stopped wincing. His

expression didn’t change.

I should have done the talking, Elena thought. I wouldn’t have

gotten into a war from word one—but it’s too late now. She tried to shut

out the male voices and looked at the dilapidated cars on the lot, each

with its own dusty little sign tucked into the windshield: 10 PERCENT

OFF FOR XMAS! EASY CREDIT! CLEAN! GRANNY-OWNED

SPECIAL! NO DOWN-PAYMENT! CHECK IT OUT! She was afraid

she was going to burst into tears at any second.

“No call for a car like that around here,” the owner was saying

expressionlessly. “Who’d buy it?”

“You’re crazy! This car will bring customers flocking in. It’s—it’s

advertising! Better than that purple hippo over there.”

“Not a hippo. S’an elephant.”

“Who can tell, with it half deflated like that?”

With dignity, the owner stalked over to look at the Jag. “Not

brand-new. S’got too many miles on it.”

“It was bought only two weeks ago.”

“So? In a few more weeks, Jaguar will be advertising next year’s

cars.” The owner waved a hand at Elena’s giant rose of a vehicle.

“Obsolete.”

“Obsolete!”

“Yeah. Big car like this, gas guzzler—”

“It’s more energy efficient than a hybrid—!”

“You think people know that? They see it—”

“Look, I could take this car anywhere else—”

“Then take it. On my lot, here and now, that car is barely worth

one car in exchange!”

“Two cars.”

The new voice came from directly behind Matt and Elena, but the

car dealer’s eyes widened as if he had just seen a ghost.

Elena turned and met Damon’s unfathomable black gaze. He had

his Ray-Bans hooked over his T-shirt and was standing with his hands

behind his back. He was looking hard at the car dealer.

A few moments passed, and then…

“The…silver Prius in the back right corner. Under…under the

awning,” the car dealer said slowly, and with a dazed expression—in

answer to no question that had been asked aloud. “I’ll…take you there,”

he added in a voice to match his expression.

“Take the keys with you. Let the boy test-drive it,” Damon

ordered, and the owner fumbled to show a key ring at his belt, and then

walked slowly away, staring at nothing.

Elena turned to Damon. “One guess. You asked him which was the

best car on his lot.”

“Substitute ‘least disgusting’ and you’d be closer,” Damon said.

He flashed a brilliant smile at her for a tenth of a second, and then turned

it off.

“But, Damon, why two cars? I know it’s more fair and all, but

what are we going to do with the second car?”

“Caravan,” Damon said.

“ Oh, no.” But even Elena could see the benefits of this—at least

after they held a summit to decide on a rotation schedule between the

cars for Elena. She sighed. “Well—if Matt agrees…”

“Mutt will agree,” Damon said, looking very briefly— very

briefly—as innocent as an angel.

“What have you got behind your back?” Elena said, deciding not to

pursue the question of what Damon intended to do to Matt.

Damon smiled again, but this time it was an odd smile, just a quirk

of one side of his mouth. His eyes said it was nothing much. But his

right hand came out and it was holding the most beautiful rose Elena had

ever seen in her life.

It was the deepest red rose she had ever seen, yet there wasn’t a

hint of purple to it—it was just velvety burgundy, and open at exactly

the moment of full bloom. It looked as if it would be plush to the touch,

and its vivid green stem, with just a few delicate leaves here and there,

was at least eighteen inches long and straight as a ruler.

Elena resolutely put her own hands behind her back. Damon

wasn’t the sentimental type—even when he got on his “Princess of the

Night” soapbox. The rose probably had something to do with their

journey.

“Don’t you like it?” Damon said. Elena might be imagining it, but

it almost sounded as if he were disappointed.

“Of course I like it. What’s it for?”

Damon settled back. “It’s for you, Princess,” he said, looking hurt.

“Don’t worry; I didn’t steal it.”

No—he wouldn’t have stolen it. Elena knew exactly how he would

have gotten the rose…but it was so pretty ….

As she still made no move to take the rose, Damon lifted it and

allowed the cool, silky-feeling petals to caress her cheek.

It made her shiver. “Stop it, Damon,” she murmured, but she didn’t

seem to be able to step backward.

He didn’t stop. He used the cool, softly rustling petals to outline

the other side of her face. Elena took a deep breath automatically, but

what she smelled was not flowerlike at all. It was the smell of some

dark, dark wine, something ancient and fragrant that had once made her

drunk immediately. Drunk on Black Magic and on her own heady

excitement…just to be with Damon.

But that wasn’t the real me, a small voice in her head protested. I

love Stefan. Damon…I want…I want to…

“Do you want to know why I got this particular rose?” Damon was

saying softly, his voice blending in with her memories. “I got it because

of its name. It’s a Black Magic rose.”

“Yes,” Elena said simply. She’d known that before he said it. It

was the only name that fit.

Now Damon was giving her a rose kiss by swirling the blossom in

a circle on her cheek and then applying pressure. The firmer petals in the

middle pressed into her skin, while the outer petals just brushed it.

Elena was feeling distinctly light-headed. The day was warm and

humid already; how could the rose feel so cool? Now the outermost

petals had moved to trace her lips, and she wanted to say no, but

somehow the word wouldn’t come.

It was as if she had been transported back in time, back to the days

when Damon had first appeared to her, had first claimed her for his own.

When she had almost let him kiss her before she knew his name….

He hadn’t changed his ideas since then. Vaguely, Elena

remembered thinking something like that before. Damon changed other

people while remaining unchanged himself.

But I’ve changed, Elena thought, and suddenly there was

quicksand under her feet. I’ve changed so much since then. Enough to

see things in Damon I’d never imagined could be there. Not just the wild

and angry dark parts, but the gentle parts. The honor and decency that

were trapped like veins of gold inside that stone boulder in his mind.

I have to help him, Elena thought. Somehow, I have to help

him—and the little boy chained outside the boulder.

These thoughts had trickled slowly through her mind while it

seemed separated from her body. She was so involved with them, in fact,

that she somehow lost track of her body, and only now did she realize

how much closer Damon had gotten. Her back was against one of the

sad, sagging cars. And Damon was speaking lightly, but with an

undertone of seriousness.

“A rose for a kiss, then?” he asked. “It is called Black Magic, and I

did come by it honestly. Her name was…it was…”

Damon stopped, and for a moment a look of intense bewilderment

flashed across his face. Then he smiled, but it was the warrior’s smile,

the brilliant one he turned on and off almost before you were sure you

had seen it. Elena sensed trouble. Sure, Damon still didn’t remember

Matt’s name correctly, but she had never known him to forget a girl’s

name when he was really trying to remember. Especially within minutes

of when he must have fed from that girl.

Shinichi again? Elena wondered. Was he still taking Damon’s

memories—only the highlights, of course? The thrills, good or bad?

Elena knew that Damon himself was thinking the same thing. His black

eyes were smoldering. Damon was furious—but there was a certain

vulnerability about his fury.

Without thinking, Elena put her hands on Damon’s forearms. She

ignored the rose, even as he traced the curve of her cheekbone with it.

She tried to speak steadily. “Damon, what are we going to do?”

That was the scene that Matt walked in on. Ran in on, actually. He

came weaving through a maze of cars, and dashed around a white SUV

with one flat tire, shouting, “Hey, you guys, that Prius is…”

And then he stopped dead.

Elena knew what he was seeing: Damon caressing her with the