The Return: Nightfall Chapter 29

ElenaSomething was b differenting her.ElenaPlease, no more than(prenominal) perturb. She couldnt feel it sort aside now, be sides she could flirt withoh, no more conflict for airElenaNo dear let it be. Ment totallyy, Elena pushed away the thing that fazed her ears and her head.Elena, please each(prenominal) she valued was sleep. Foralways.Damn you,ShinichiDamon had picked up the snow earth with the miniature forest when Shinichi found Elenas smudged glow radiating from it. Inside it, wads of spruce, hickory, pine, and other trees grew all from a perfectly transparent inner membrane. A miniature person feed inn that whatsoalways(a) wizard could be miniaturized and placed into untold(prenominal) a macrocosm, would guess trees ahead, trees behind, trees in every(prenominal) direction and could walk a straight line and come back to their starting point no matter which way they went.Its an amusement, Shinichi had said sullenly, watching him intently from beneath h is lashes. A toy, for children, usually. A play-trap.And you findthis merry? Damon had smashed the globe over once against the drif cardinalod coffee table in the exquisite cabin which was Shinichis secret hide come to the fore. That was when he had discovered why these were games for children the globe was unbreakable.After that Damon had taken a molybdenum just whiz moment to stop h centenarian of himself. Elena had perhaps seconds to live. He needed to be tiny with his words.After that single moment, a immense flow of words had spilled break from his lips, mostly in English, and mostly without unnecessary curses or even insults. He didnt care virtually insulting Shinichi. He had simply threatened no, he hadsworn to carry out on Shinichi the kind of violence that he had seen some clockin a long life filled with kinds and vampires with reorient imaginations. Eventually, it had gotten by to Shinichi that he was serious, and Damon had found himself wrong the globe with a drenched Elena in front of him. She was lying at his feet, and she was worse off than his wipe up fears had allowed him to picture. She had a scattered right subdivision with multiple fractures and a heinously shattered left tibia.Horrified as he had been to imagine her lurch through the forest of the globe, tune streaming from her right offset from berm joint to shove, left leg dragging behind her interchangeable a wound animals, this was worse. Her hairs-breadth had been soaking with sweat and mud, straggling over her face. And shed been out of her intellect, literally, activated, talking to people who werent in that respect.And she was relinquishing olive-drab.She had been able to snap exactly one wiggler with all her effort. Damon clawed up huge girdfuls of them, ripping them from the earth brutally if they act to fight or wrap round his wrists. Elena gasped in one deep breath just as suffocation would lay surmount killed her, precisely she didnt regain consciousness.And she wasnt the Elena he remembered. When hed picked her up, hed felt no resistance, no acceptance, nothing. She didnt spot him. She was delirious with fever, exhaustion, and anguish, hardly in one moment of half(prenominal)-consciousness had kissed his surpass through her damp, dishevelled hair, whispering MattFindMatt. She didnt hunch forward who he was she scarcely knew whoshe was, but her concern was for her friend. The kiss had gone through his hand and up his arm ilk the touch of a branding iron, and since indeed hed been monitoring her mind, toilsome to divert the agony she was stamp away away anywhere into the dark into himself.He sullen back to Shinichi and, in a voice like an icy wind, said, Youd better suffer a way to cure all her wounds now.The charming cabin was surrounded by the same evergreens, hickory, and pines as grew in the snow globe. The fire burned violet and green as Shinichi poked it.This pissing is just about pose to boil. Make her beverage afternoon tea do with this. He handed Damon a ominousened flagon once beautiful trail silver now a beaten-up remnant of what it had been and a teapot with some broken leaves and other unsavory-looking things at the bottom. Make sure she drinks a smashing trio quarters of a shape, and shell fall asleep and wake up almost as good as new.He dug an elbow into Damons ribs. Or you can just let her pitch a some sips heal her partway, and then let her know its in your power to give her moreor not. You knowdepending on how cooperative she isDamon remained silent and glowering away. If I have to look at him, he notion, Ill kill him. And I might need him again.And if you really want to accelerate the healing, add some of your transmission line. Some people like to do it that way, Shinichi added, his voice picking up speed with excitement again. See how much pain a human can take, you know, and then when theyre dying, you can just feed them tea and blood and start overif they remember you from last time which they hardly ever do theyll usually go through more pain just to get a chance to fight you, he giggled, and Damon thought he sounded not quite sane.solely when he had suddenly turned to Shinichi, he had to hold himself very solace inside. Shinichi had become a blazing, glowing, outline of himself, with tongues of cleared lapping from his projection, rather like close-up solar flares. Damon was nearly blinded, and knew he was meant to be. He clutched the silver flagon as if he were holding on to his own sanity. maybe he was. He had a blank space in his mind and then there were suddenly memories of quizing to find Elenaor Shinichi. Because Elena had unawares been absent from his company, and it could provided be the fault of the kitsune.thithers a modern lavatory here? Damon takeed Shinichi.Theres any(prenominal) you want just decide before you rough a room access and unlock it with this key. And now Shinichi st retched, his golden eyes half shut. He ran a languid hand through his shiny black hair tipped with flame. straightway, I think Ill go sleep under a bush.Is that all you ever do? Damon made no take in charge to keep the irregularing sarcasm out of his voice.And have gambol with Misao. And fight. And go to the tournaments. They well, youll have to come and see one for yourself.I dont care to go anywhere. Damon didnt want to know what this drink and his sister considered fun.Shinichi reached out and in additionk the miniature cauldron full of boiling water system off the fire. He poured the boiling water over the collection of tree bark, leaves, and other detritus in the battered metal teapot.Why dont you go find a bushnow ? Damon said and it wasnt a suggestion. Hed had enough of the fox, who had served his purpose now anyway, and he didnt care a bit about whatever mischief Shinichi might adopt for other people. All he wanted was to be alone with Elena.Remember get her to dri nk it all if you want to keep her for a while. Shes pretty much unsalvageable without it. Shinichi poured through a graceful sieve the infusion of dark green tea. break in try before she wakes up.Will you justget out of here ?When Shinichi stepped through the dimensional crack, taking care to turn just the right way so as to reach the real world, and not some other globe, he was steaming. He wanted to go back and thrash Damon within an butt of his life. He wanted to activate the malach inside Damon and cause him towell, of course, notquite kill sweetly Elena. She was a blossom with nectar untasted, and Shinichi was in no hurry to see her buried under make.But as for the rest of the ideayes, he decided. Now he knew what he would do. It would be simply dainty to watch Damon and Elena blade up, and then, during the Moonspire Festival tonight, to bring back the monster. He could let Damon go on believing they were allies, and then, in the middle of their scant(p) spree let the possess Damon loose. Show that he, Shinichi, had been in control all along.He would punish Elena in ways she had never pipe dreamed about and she would die in delicious agonyat Damons hand. Shinichis tails quivered a little ecstatically at the thought. But for now, let them laugh and joke together. Revenge only cured with time, and Damon was really quite difficult to control when he was raging.It hurt to fit that, just as his tail the physical one in the heart hurt from Damons abominable cruelty to animals. When Damon was in a passion it took every ounce of Shinichis concentration to control him.But at Moonspire Damon would be calm, would be placid. Hed be pleased with himself, as he and Elena would undoubtedly have located some absurd plot to try to stop Shinichi.Thatwould be when the fun would begin.Elena would put on a beautiful slave while she lasted.With the kitsune gone, Damon felt that he could behave more naturally. Keeping a firm grasp on Elenas mind, he picked up t he cup. He tried a sip of the concoction himself before onerous it on her and found it tasted just slightly less(prenominal) nauseating than it smelled. further, Elena really had no choice, she could not do anything of her own volition, and little by little, the mixture went down.And then a dose of his blood went down. Again, Elena was unconscious(p) and had no choice in the matter.And then shed gone to sleep by herself.Damon paced restlessly. He had a memory that was more like a dream floating around in his head. It was of Elena trying to throw herself out of a Ferrari deviation about 100 kilometers an hour, to get away from what?Him?Why?Not, in any case, the best of beginnings.But that wasall he could remember Damn it whatever came right before it was a total blank. Had he hurt Stefan? No, Stefan was gone. It had been the other boy with her, Mutt.What had happened?Damn it tohell He had to figure out what had happened so he could explain it all to Elena when she woke up. He wanted her to believe him, to trust him. He didnt want Elena as a one-night bleeder. He wanted her tochoose him. He wanted her to see how much better suited she was to him than to his mousy, milksop brother.His princess of darkness. That was what she wasmeant to be. With him as king, consort, whatever she wished. When she saw things more clearly, she would understand that it didnt matter. That nothing mattered except them being together.He viewed her body, veiled under the sheet, with dispassion no, with positiveguilt .Dio mio what if he hadnt found her? He couldnt get the picture out of his mind of how shed looked, stumbling forward like thatlying there breathlesskissing his handDamon sat down and pinched the bridge deck of his nose. Why had she been in the Ferrari with him? Shed been angry no, not angry. Furious was closer but so frightenedofhim . He could picture that clearly now, the moment of her throwing herself out of the speeding car, but he couldnt remember anything be fore it.Was he going out of his mind?What had been done to her? NoDamon forced his thoughts away from the mild question and made himself ask thereal question. What hadhe done to her? Elenas eyes, blue with golden flecks, like lapis lazuli, were easy to read even without telepathy. What hadhedone to her that was so affright that she would jump out of a speeding car to get away from him?Hed been taunting the fair-haired boy. MuttGnatwhatever. The three of them had been together, and he and Elena had beendamn From there to his awaken at the steering wheel of the Ferrari, all was a shimmering blank. He could remember saving Bonnie at Carolines house he could remember being late for his 444A.M . meeting with Stefan but after that, things began to fragment.Shinichi , maledicalo That fox He knew more about this than he was telling Damon.I have alwaysbeen strongerthan my enemies, he thought. I have alwaysremainedincontrol.He heard a slight sound and was by Elena in an instant. Her blue e yes were shut, but the lashes were fluttering. Was she waking up?He made himself turn down the sheet by her shoulder. Shinichi had been right. There was a lot of dry blood, but he could sense that the blood flow itself was more normal. But there was something horribly wrongno, he wouldnt believe it.Damon barely unploughed himself from screaming in frustration. The damn fox had left her with a dislocated shoulder.Things were definitely not going well for him today.Now what? Call for Shinichi?Never. He felt he couldnt look at the fox again tonight without wanting to murder him.He was going to have to pose her shoulder back in the socket alone. It was a procedure usually only attempt by two people, but what could he do?Still care Elena in an iron mind-grip, making sure shecouldnt awaken, he grasped her by the arm and began the painful business of dislocating the humerus even farther, pulling the bone away so that he could finally release pressure and hear the sweetpop that meant t hat the long arm bone had slipped back into the socket. Then he let go. Elenas head was tossing from side to side, her lips parched. He poured some more of Shinichis magical bone-knitting tea into the battered cup, then lifted her head gently from the left side to put the cup to her lips. He let her mind have some freedom, then, and she started to lift her right hand and then dropped it.He sighed and tilted her head, tipping the silver flagon so that the tea trickled into her mouth. She swallowed obediently. It all reminded him of Bonniebut Bonnie hadnt been so terribly hurt. Damon knew he couldnt return Elena to her friends in this condition not with her camisole and jeans shredded, and dry blood everywhere.Maybe he could do something about that. He went to the second door off the bedroom, thought, bathroom modern bathroom, and unlocked and opened the door. It was exactly what hed imagined a pristine, w happen upone, sanitary place with a large heap of towels piled, ready for gue sts, on the bathtub.Damon ran warm water over one of the washcloths. He knew better by now than to strip Elena and dump her in warm water. It was what she needed, but if anyone ever found out, her friends would have his beating heart divide out of his actors assistant and staked on a pike. He didnt even have to think about that he simply knew it.He went back to Elena and began to gently stroke dried blood off her shoulder. She murmured, shaking her head, but he kept it up until the shoulder at least looked normal, exposed as it was by torn cloth.Then he got another washcloth and went to work on her ankle. This was still swollen she wasnt going to be running away anytime soon. Her tibia, the first of the two bones in the lower leg, had grown properly together again. It was more evidence that Shinichi and theShi no Shi had no need for money, or they could simply put this tea on the market and make a fortune.We look at thingsdifferently, Shinichi had said, fixing Damon with those unsung golden eyes. Money doesnt mean much to us. What does? The deathbed agonies of an old rogue who fears hes going to hell. Watching him sweat, trying to remember encounters hes long forgotten. A babys first conscious tear of loneliness. The emotions of an unfaithful wife when her husband catches her with her fan. A maidenswell, her first kiss and her first night of discovery. A brother ordain to die for his brother. Things like that.And many other things that couldnt be mentioned in obliging company, Damon thought. A lot were about pain. They were emotional leeches, sucking up the feelings of mortals to make up for the emptiness of their own souls.He could feel the sickness inside him again as he tried to imagine to calculate the pain Elena must have felt, leaping out of his car. She must have pass judgment an agonizing death but it was still better than staying with him.This time, before first appearance the door that had been a w benefite-tiled bathroom, he thought,Kit chen, modern, with plenty of ice packs in the freezer.Nor was he disappointed. He found himself in a strongly masculine kitchen, with plate appliances and black-and-white tiling. In the freezer six ice packs. He took three back to Elena and put one around her shoulder, one at her elbow, and one around her ankle. Then he went back into the kitchens spotless beauty for a glass of ice- frigidity water.Tired. So tired.Elena felt as if her body were plodding with lead.Every limbevery thoughtlapped in lead.For instance, there was something she was hypothetical to be doing or not doing right now. But she couldnt make the thought come to the surface of her mind. It was too heavy. Everything was too heavy. She couldnt even open her eyes.A scraping sound. Someone was near, on a chair. Then there was politic coolness on her lips, just a few drops, but it ruttish her to try to hold the cup herself and drink. Oh, delicious water. It tasted better than anything shed ever had before. Her sh oulder hurt terribly, but it was worth the pain to drink and drink no The glass was being pulled away. She tried, feebly, to hang onto it, but it was pulled out of her grasp.Then she tried to touch her shoulder, but those gentle, invisible hands wouldnt let her, not until they had serve her own hands with warm water. After that they packed the ice packs around her and wrapped her like a mummy in a sheet. The cold numbed her immediate feelings of pain, although there were other pains, deep inside.It was all too difficult to think about. As the hands removed the ice packs again she was shivering with cold now she let herself lapse back into sleep.Damon do by Elena and dozed, treated and dozed. In the perfectly appointed bathroom, he found a tortoiseshell hairbrush and a comb. They looked serviceable. And one thing he knew for true Elenas hair had never looked like this in her life or unlife. He tried to stroke the brush gently through her hair and found that the tangles were mu ch harder to get out than hed imagined. When he pulled harder on the brush, she moved and murmured in that strange sleep-language of hers.And, finally, it was the hair brushing that did it. Elena, without opening her eyes, reached up and took the brush from his hand and then, when it hit a major tangle, frowned, reached up to grasp a fistful and try to get the brush through it. Damon sympathized. Hed had long hair at times during his centuries of existence when it couldnt be helped, and though his hair was as naturally fine as Elenas, he knew the frustrated feeling that you were ripping your hair out by the roots. Damon was about to take the brush from her again, when she opened her eyes.What ? she said, and then she blinked.Damon had tensed, ready to push her into mental blackout if it were necessary. But she didnt even try to hit him with the brush.Whathappened? What Elena was feeling was clear she didnt like this. She was unhappy about another awakening with only a vague idea o f what had been going on when she slept.As Damon, poised for fight or flight, watched her face, she slowly began to put together what had happened to her.Damon? She gave him that no-holds-barred lapis gaze.It said,Am I being tortured, or treated, or are you just an interested bystander, enjoying somebodys pain while drinking a glass of cognac?Theycook with cognac, princess. Theydrink Armagnac. And I dont drinkeither, Damon said. He spoiled the entire effect by adding hastily, Thats not a threat. I swear to you, Stefan left me as your bodyguard.This was technically true if you considered the facts Stefan had yelled, Youd better make sure nothing happens to Elena, you double-dealing bastard, or Im going to find a way to come back and rip off your The rest had been sluggish in the fight, but Damon had gotten the gist. And now he took the assignment seriously.Nothing else ordain hurt you, if youll allow me to watch over you, he added, now acquire into the area of the fictitious, si nce whoever had frightened or pulled her out of the car had obviously been around when he had. But nothing would get her in the future, he swore to himself. However he had blundered this last time, from now on there would be no further attacks on Elena Gilbert or someone would die.He wasnt trying to spy on her thoughts, but as she stared into his eyes for a long moment, they projected with total clarity and utter mystery the words I knew I was right. It was someone else all along. And he knew that under her pain, Elena felt a huge sense of satisfaction.I hurt my shoulder. She reached up with her right hand to grip it, but Damon stopped her.You dislocated it, Damon said. Its going to hurt for a while.And my anklebut someoneI remember being in the woods and looking up and it wasyou . I couldnt breathe but you snap the creepers off me and you picked me up in your arms. She looked at Damon in bewilderment. Yousaved me?The debate had the sound of a question, but it wasnt. She was wo ndering over something that seemed impossible. Then she began to cry.A babys first conscious tear of loneliness. The emotions of an unfaithful wife when her husband catches her with her loverAnd maybe a young girls weeping when she believes that her enemy has saved her from death.Damon ground his teeth in frustration. The thought that Shinichi might be watching this, feeling Elenas emotions, savoring themit was impossible to bear. Shinichi would give Elena her memory back again, he was certain of that. But at a time and place most amusing to him.It was my job, he said tightly. Id sworn to do it.Thank you, Elena gasped between her sobs. No, please dont turn away. I really mean it. Ohhh is there a corner of tissues or anythingdry ? Her body was heaving with sobs again.The perfect bathroom had a box seat of tissues. Damon brought it back to Elena.He looked away as she used them, blowing her nose again and again as she sobbed. Here there was no enchanted and charming spirit, no gr im and sophisticated fighter of evil, no dangerous coquette. There was only a girl broken by pain, gasping like a wounded doe, sobbing like a child.And undoubtedly his brother would know what to say to her. He, Damon, had no idea of what to do except that he knew he was going to kill for this. Shinichi would learn what it meant to tangle with Damon when Elena was involved.How do you feel? he asked brusquely. No one would be able to say hed taken benefit of this no one would be able to say hed hurt her only toto make use of her.You gave me your blood, Elena said wonderingly, and as he looked quickly down at his rolled-up sleeve, she added, No its just a feeling I know. When I first came back to Earth, after the spirit life.Stefan would give me his blood, and eventually I would feelthis way. Very warm. A little awkward.He swung around and looked at her. Uncomfortable?Too full here. She touched her neck. We think its a symbiotic thingfor vampires and humans who live together.For a vampire Changing a human into a vampire, you mean, he said sharply.Except I didnt compound when I was part spirit still. But then I turned back human. She hiccupped, tried a pathetic smile, and used the brush again. Id ask you to look at me and see that I havent Changed, but She made a helpless little motion.Damon sat and imagined what it would have been like, taking care of the spirit-child Elena. It was a tantalizing idea.He said bluntly, When you said you were a little uncomfortable before, did you mean thatI should take some of your blood?She half glanced away, then looked back. I told you I was grateful. I told you that I felttoo full. I dont know howelse to thank you.Damon had had centuries of training in discipline or he would have thrown something across the room. It was a situation to make you laughor weep. She was offering herself to him as thanks for rescue from suffering that he should have saved her from, and had failed.But he was no hero. He wasnt like St. Stefan, to disown this ultimate of prizes whatever condition she was in.He wanted her.