Phantom (2 page)

T
he bright morning sun shone on the long, winding drive that led to the garage behind the boardinghouse. Puffs of white cloud scudded across the light blue sky. It was such a peaceful scene that it was almost impossible to believe that anything bad had ever happened in this place.

The last time I was here,
thought Stefan, putting on his sunglasses,
it was a wasteland.

When the kitsune had held sway in Fell’s Church, it had been a war zone. Children against parents, teenage girls mutilating themselves, the town half-destroyed. Blood on the streets, pain and suffering everywhere.

Behind him, the front door opened. Stefan turned quickly to see Mrs. Flowers coming out of the house. The old woman wore a long black dress, and her eyes were shielded by a straw hat covered with artificial flowers. She looked tired and worn, but her smile was as gentle as always.

“Stefan,” she said. “The world is here this morning, the way it should be.” Mrs. Flowers stepped closer and gazed up into his face, her sharp blue eyes warm with sympathy. She looked as if she were about to ask him something, but at the last minute seemed to change her mind and instead said, “Meredith called, and Matt, too. It seems that, against all the odds, everyone has survived unscathed.” She hesitated, and then squeezed his arm. “Almost everyone.”

Something twisted painfully in Stefan’s chest. He didn’t want to talk about Damon. He couldn’t, not yet. Instead, he bowed his head. “We owe you a great debt, Mrs. Flowers,” he said, choosing his words with care. “We never could have defeated the kitsune without you—you were the one who held them at bay and defended the town for so long. None of us will ever forget that.”

Mrs. Flowers’s smile deepened, an unexpected dimple flickering in one cheek. “Thank you, Stefan,” she said with equal formality. “There is no one I would have rather fought alongside than you and the others.” She sighed and patted his shoulder. “Although I must be getting old at last; I feel the need to spend most of today dozing in a chair in the garden. Fighting evil takes more out of me than it used to.”

Stefan offered his arm to assist her down the porch steps, and she smiled at him once more. “Tell Elena that I’ll make those tea biscuits she likes whenever she’s ready to leave her family and come visit,” she said, then turned toward her rose garden.

Elena and her family
. Stefan imagined his love, her silky blond hair tumbling about her shoulders, little Margaret in her lap. Elena had another shot at a real human life now, which was worth everything.

It had been Stefan’s fault that Elena lost her first life—he knew that with a hard certainty that gnawed at his insides. He had brought Katherine to Fell’s Church, and Katherine had destroyed Elena. This time he would make sure Elena was protected.

With one last glance at Mrs. Flowers in her garden, he squared his shoulders and walked into the woods. Birds sang at the sun-dappled edges of the forest, but Stefan was headed much deeper in, where ancient oaks grew and the underbrush was thick. Where no one would see him, where he could hunt.

Stopping in a small clearing several miles in, Stefan took off his sunglasses and listened. From nearby came the soft crackle of something moving beneath a bush. He concentrated, reaching out with his mind. It was a rabbit, its heart beating rapidly, looking for its own morning meal.

Stefan focused his mind on it.
Come to me,
he thought, gently and persuasively. He sensed the rabbit stiffen for a moment; then it hopped slowly out from under a bush, its eyes glassy.

It came toward him docilely and, with an extra mental nudge from Stefan, stopped at his feet. Stefan scooped it up and turned it over to reach the tender throat, where its pulse fluttered. With a silent apology to the animal, Stefan gave himself over to his hunger, allowing his fangs to click into place. He tore into the rabbit’s throat, drinking the blood slowly, trying not to wince at the taste.

While the kitsune had threatened Fell’s Church, Elena, Bonnie, Meredith, and Matt had insisted he feed on them, knowing human blood would keep him as strong as possible for the fight. Their blood had been almost otherworldly: Meredith’s fiery and strong; Matt’s pure and wholesome; Bonnie’s sweet as dessert; Elena’s heady and invigorating. Despite the foul taste of the rabbit in his mouth, his canines prickled with remembered hunger.

But now he wouldn’t drink human blood, he told himself firmly. He couldn’t keep crossing that line, even if they were willing. Not unless his friends’ safety was at risk. The change from human to animal blood would be painful; he remembered that from when he had first stopped drinking human blood—aching teeth, nausea, irritability, the feeling that he was starving even when his stomach was full—but it was the only option.

When the rabbit’s heartbeat stopped altogether, Stefan gently disengaged. He held the limp body in his hands for a moment, then set it on the ground and covered it with leaves.
Thank you, little one,
he thought. He was still hungry, but he had already taken one life this morning.

Damon would have laughed. Stefan could almost hear him.
Noble Stefan,
he would scoff, his black eyes narrowing in half-affectionate disdain.
You’re missing all the best parts of being a vampire while you wrestle with your conscience, you fool
.

As if summoned by his thoughts, a crow cawed overhead. For a moment, Stefan fully expected the bird to plummet to earth and transform into his brother. When it didn’t, Stefan gave a short half laugh at his own stupidity and was surprised when it sounded almost like a sob.

Damon was never coming back. His brother was gone. They’d had centuries of bitterness between them and had only just started to repair their relationship, joining together to fight the evil that always seemed drawn to Fell’s Church and to shield Elena from it. But Damon was dead, and now Stefan was the only one left to protect Elena and their friends.

A latent worm of fear squirmed in his chest. There was so
much
that could go wrong. Humans were so
vulnerable
, and now that Elena had no special powers, she was as vulnerable as any of them.

The thought sent him reeling, and immediately he took off, running straight toward Elena’s house on the other side of the woods. Elena was his responsibility now. And he would never let anything hurt her again.

The upstairs landing was almost the same as Elena remembered it: shining dark wood with an Oriental carpet runner, a few little tables with knickknacks and photographs, a couch near the big picture window overlooking the front drive.

But halfway to the stairs, Elena paused, glimpsing something new. Among the silver-framed photos on one of the small tables was a picture of herself and Meredith and Bonnie, faces close together, grinning widely in caps and gowns and proudly brandishing diplomas. Elena picked it up, holding it close. She had graduated from high school.

It felt odd to see this
other
Elena, as she couldn’t help thinking of her, her blond hair pulled back in an elegant French twist, creamy skin flushed with excitement, smiling with her best friends, and not remember a thing about it. And she looked so carefree, this Elena, so full of joy and hope and expectations for the future. This Elena knew nothing of the horror of the Dark Dimension or the havoc the kitsune had caused. This Elena was
happy.

Glancing quickly among the photos, Elena located a few more she hadn’t seen before. Apparently this other Elena had been queen of the Snow Ball, though Elena remembered Caroline had won that crown after Elena’s death. In this picture, however, Queen Elena was resplendent in pale violet silk, surrounded by her court: Bonnie fluffy and adorable in shiny blue taffeta; Meredith sophisticated in black; auburn-haired Caroline looking aggrieved in a tight silver dress that left very little to the imagination; and Sue Carson, pretty in pale pink, smiling straight into the camera, very much alive. Tears stung Elena’s eyes once more. They had saved her. Elena and Meredith and Bonnie and Matt and Stefan had saved Sue Carson.

Then Elena’s gaze landed on another photograph, this one of Aunt Judith in a long, lacy wedding dress, Robert standing proudly beside her in a morning suit. With them was the other Elena, clearly the maid of honor, in a dress the color of green leaves, holding a bouquet of pink roses. Beside her stood Margaret, shining blond head ducked shyly, grasping Elena’s dress with one hand. She was wearing a full-skirted white flower girl’s dress tied with a wide green sash, and she clutched a basket of roses in her other hand.

Elena’s hands shook a little as she put this picture down. It looked as if a good time had been had by all. What a pity she hadn’t actually been there.

Downstairs, a glass clinked against the table, and she heard Aunt Judith laugh. Putting aside all the strangeness of this new past she’d have to learn, Elena hurried down the stairs, ready to greet her future.

In the dining room, Aunt Judith poured orange juice from a blue jug while Robert spooned batter onto the waffle iron. Margaret was kneeling behind her chair, narrating an intense conversation between her stuffed rabbit and a toy tiger.

A great surge of joy filled Elena’s chest, and she grabbed Aunt Judith in a tight hug and spun her around. Orange juice spilled across the floor in a wide arc.

“Elena!” scolded Aunt Judith, half laughing. “What’s the matter with you?”

“Nothing! I just I love you, Aunt Judith,” Elena said, hugging her tighter. “I really do.”

“Oh,” said Aunt Judith, her eyes soft. “Oh, Elena, I love you, too.”

“And what a beautiful day,” Elena said, pirouetting away. “A wonderful day to be alive.” She dropped a kiss on Margaret’s blond head. Aunt Judith reached for the paper towels.

Robert cleared his throat. “Are we to take it that you’ve forgiven us for grounding you last weekend?”

Oh.
Elena tried to figure out how to respond, but after she’d been living on her own for months, the whole concept of being grounded by Aunt Judith and Robert seemed ridiculous. Still, she widened her eyes and put on an appropriately contrite expression. “I’m truly sorry, Aunt Judith and Robert. It won’t happen again.”
Whatever
it
is.

Robert’s shoulders relaxed. “We’ll say no more about it, then,” he said with obvious relief. He slid a hot waffle onto her plate and handed her the syrup. “Do you have anything fun planned for today?”

“Stefan is picking me up after breakfast,” Elena said, then paused. The last time she had talked to Aunt Judith, after the disastrous Founder’s Day pageant, Aunt Judith and Robert had been seriously anti-Stefan. They, like most of the town, had suspected him of being responsible for Mr. Tanner’s death.

But apparently they had no problem with Stefan in this world, because Robert simply nodded. And, she reminded herself, if the Guardians had done what she asked, Mr. Tanner was alive, so they couldn’t have suspected Stefan of killing him. . . . Oh, it was all so
confusing
!

She went on: “We’re going to hang out in town, maybe catch up with Meredith and the others.” She couldn’t wait to see the town back to its old, safe self and to be with Stefan when, for once, they weren’t battling some horrible evil but could just be a normal couple.

Aunt Judith grinned. “So, just another lazy day, hmm? I’m glad you’re having a nice summer before you go off to college, Elena. You worked so hard all last year.”

“Mmm,” said Elena vaguely, cutting into her waffle. She hoped the Guardians had gotten her into Dalcrest, a small college a couple hours away, as she’d requested.

“Come on up, Meggie,” Robert said, buttering the little girl’s waffle. Margaret scrambled up onto her chair, and Elena smiled at the obvious affection on Robert’s face. Margaret was clearly his darling little girl.

Catching Elena’s eye, Margaret growled and thrust the toy tiger across the table toward her. Elena jumped. The little girl snarled, and her face was momentarily transformed into something savage.

“He wants to eat you with his big teeth,” Margaret said, her little-girl voice hoarse. “He’s coming to
get
you.”

“Margaret!” Aunt Judith scolded as Elena shuddered. Margaret’s briefly feral look reminded her of the kitsune, of the girls they had driven mad. But then Margaret gave her a huge grin and made the tiger nuzzle Elena’s arm.

The doorbell rang. Elena crammed the last bite of waffle into her mouth. “That’s Stefan,” she mumbled around it. “See you later.” She wiped her lips and checked her hair in the mirror before opening the door.

And there was Stefan, as handsome as ever. Elegant Roman features, high cheekbones, a classical straight nose, and sensually curving mouth. He held his sunglasses loosely in one hand, and his leaf green eyes caught hers with a gaze of pure love. Elena broke into a wide, involuntary smile.

Oh, Stefan,
she thought to him,
I love you, I love you. It’s so wonderful to be home. I can’t stop missing Damon and wishing we could have done
something
differently and saved him—and I wouldn’t want to stop thinking of him—but I can’t help being happy, too.

Wait. She felt like someone had slammed on the brakes and she’d been thrown against a seat belt.

Though Elena was sending the words, and a huge wave of affection and love with them, toward Stefan, there was no response, no return of emotions. It was as if there were an invisible wall between her and Stefan, blocking her thoughts from reaching him.

“Elena?” Stefan said aloud, his smile faltering.

Oh.
She hadn’t realized. She hadn’t even thought about this.

When the Guardians took her powers, they must have taken
everything.
Including her telepathic connection to Stefan. It had lingered. . . . She was sure she had still heard him, and reached his mind, after she had lost her connection to Bonnie. But now it was gone completely.

Leaning forward, she grasped his shirt, pulled him to her, and kissed him fiercely.