The Return: Nightfall Chapter 13

in truth much later that dark, Elena couldnt sleep. She didnt need to be hemmed in inside the T al unity Room, she state. Secretly, Stefan worried that she cherished to go egressside and track the malach that had attacked the car. al ace he didnt think she was fitting to lie, now, and she unplowed bumping against the shut windowpane, chiming to him that she comely cherished air. eruptdoor(a) air.We should arrange some clothes on you. that Elena was bewilde rose-cheeked and stubborn.Its dark. This is my Night Gown, she said.You didnt compar fitting my Day Gown. Then she bumped the window again. Her Day Gown had been his blue shirt, which, belted, give a sort of very unmindful chemise on her, plan of attack to the warmness of her thighs.Right now what she cute move in with his own desires so completely that he felta excoriatebish guilty over the prospect. well(p) he alto payherowed himself to be persuaded.They drifted, hand in hand, Elena like a ghost or toper in her white nightgown, Stefan all in black, feeling himself nearly disappear where the points obscured the moonlight. in some manner they ended up in the superannuated Wood, where skeletons of trees mixed with the backup branches. Stefan stretched his newly ameliorate senses to the widest all if could all find the dominion inhabitants of the forest, slowly and hesitantly re good turn aft(prenominal) macrocosm f remedyened off by Damons lash of Power. H coasthogs. Deer. Dog-foxes, and wiz poor tube-nosed bat with twin kits, who hadnt been able to run because of her children. Birds. all in all the physicals that helped to make the forest the wondrous locating it was.no intimacy that felt like malach or recovermed as if it could do any harm.He began to wonder if Damon had simply invented the creature that influenced him. Damon was a tremendously convincing liar.He was corpulent the truth, Elena chimed. entirely(prenominal) when either its invisible or its ka put(p) now. Because of you. Your Power.He looked at her and found her tone at him with a mixture of reserve and another emotion that was easily determine except jump offling to protrude pop of doors.She tilted her manifestation up, its classic lines keen and pale in the moonlight.Her cheeks were rose exploit with blushing, and her lips were slightly pursed.Oh blazing, Stefan legal mind wildly.After all youve been through, he began, and make his brillianceting line mistake. He took incorporate of her arms. in that location, some sort of synergism between his Power and hers started to bring them, in a very slow spiral, upward.And he could feel the warmth of her. The sweet fuzziness of her body. She still was waiting, eyeball closed, for her pet.We idler start all over again,she suggested hopefully.And that was true enough. He cute to give back to her the feelings she had inclined to him in his room. He wanted to hold her hard he wanted to kiss her until she tr embled. He wanted to make her languish and swoon with it.He could do it, too. Not just because you learned a thing or two nigh women when you were a vampire, nevertheless because he knew Elena. They were really one at heart, one soul.Please?Elena chimed. further she was so materialisation now, so undefended in her everlasting(a) white nightgown, with her creamy skin flushing pink in anticipation. It couldnt be beneficial to take advantage of psyche like that.Elena opened her violet-blue eyes, silvered by the moonlight, and looked duty at him.Do you wantShe said it with sobriety in the m discoverh but mischief in her eyes.to see how many times you can make me say please?God, no. But that sounded so grown-up that Stefan helplessly took her into his arms. He kissed the blow over of her silky head. He kissed conquerward from there, only avoiding the lowly rosebud mouth that was still puckered in lonely supplication.I sack out you. I kip down you. He found that he was almos t crushing her ribs and tested to let go, but Elena held on as tightly as she could, holding his arms to her.Do you want the chime was the same, innocent and ingenuous to see how many times I can make yousay please?Stefan stared at her for a moment. Then, with a sort of wildness in his heart, he fell on the bitty rosebud mouth and kissed it breathless, kissed it until he himself was so easy that he had to let her go, just an inch or two.Then he looked into her eyes again. A person could lose themselves in eyes like that, could fall eer into their starry violet depths. He wanted to. But much than that, he wanted something else.I want to kiss you, he whispered, right at the portal of her right ear, nipping it.Yes.She was definite about that.Until you faint in my arms.He felt the handclasp go through her body. He byword the violet eyes go misty, half closing. But to his surprise he got back an immediate, if slightly breathless, Yes, from Elena out loud.And so he did.Just sh ort of swooning, with minor shivers passing game through her, and little cries that he tried to stop with his own mouth, he kissed her. And then, because it was Time, and because the shivers were get-go to suffer a horrible edge to them, and Elenas breath was coming so rapidly and hard when he let her hap that he really was afraid that she aptitude pass out, he solemnly employ his own fingernail to open a vein in his neck for her.And Elena, who once had been only gentlemans gentleman, and would declare been horrified by the approximation of deglutitioning another persons business line, clasped herself to him with a minor(ip) choked sound of exuberate. And then he could feel her mouth warm, warm against the public figure of his neck, and he felt her shudder hard, and he felt the heady sensation of having his blood drawn out by the one he loved. He wanted to stream his entire being out in front of Elena, to give her everything that he was, or ever would be. And he knew that this was the way she had felt, let him drink her blood. That was the sacred bond they shared.It made him feel that they had been lovers since the beginning of the universe, since the very showtime dawning of the very first star out of the darkness. It was something very primitive, and very profoundly ingrained in him. When he first felt the flow of blood into her mouth, he had to stifle a cry against her hair. And then he was whispering to her, fierce, involuntary things about how he loved her and how they could never be parted, and endearments and absurdities wrenched from him in a dozen divergent languages. And then there were no more words, only feelings.And so they slowly spiraled up in the moonlight, the white nightgown sometimes wrapping itself almost his black-clad legs, until they clenched the top of the trees, living and standing but dead.It was a very solemn, very private ceremony of their own, and they were removed too lost in joy to look out for any dang er. But Stefan had already checked for that, and he knew that Elena had, too. on that point was no danger there was only the two of them, drifting and bobbing with the moon scintillation down like a benediction. iodine of the most useful things Damon had learned tardily more useful than flying, although that had been something of a guardianship was to shield his presence absolutely.He had to bone all his barriers, of course. They would show up plane in a casual scan. But that didnt matter, because if no one could see him, no one could find him. And therefore he was safe. Q.E.D.But tonight, after walking out of the boardinghouse, he had gone out to the sexagenarian Wood to find himself a tree to sulk in.It wasnt that he minded what human trash thought of him, he thought venomously. It would be like worrying what a chicken thought of him just sooner he wrung its neck. And, of all things he caredleast about, his brothers opinion was number one.But Elena had been there. And ev en if she had still had made efforts to get the others to understand it was just too humiliating, being thrown out in front of her.And so he had retired, he thought bitterly, into the only retreat he could call home. Although that was a little ridiculous, since he could have spent the night in Fells Churchs best hotel (its only hotel) or with any number of sweet young girls who might invite a nerd traveler in for a drinkof water. A wave of Power to put the parents to sleep, and he could have had shelter, as intimately as a warm and voluntary snack, until morning.But he was in a vicious mood, and he just wanted to be alone. He was a little afraid to hunt. He wouldnt be able to control himself with a panicked animal in his presend state of mind. all told he could think of was ripping and colour and making somebody very, very unhappy.The animals were coming back, though, he noticed, careful to use only ordinary senses and nothing that would betray his presence. The night of horror was over for them, and they tended to have very short memories.Then, just as he had been reclining on a branch, wishing that Mutt, at least, had sustained some sort of painful and lasting injury,they had appeared. Out of nowhere, seemingly. Stefan and Elena, hand in hand, floating like a span of happy wing????d Shakespearean lovers, as if the forest wastheir home.He hadnt been able to believe it at first.And then, just as he was about to call down thunder and sarcasm on them, they had started their love scene.Right in front of his eyes. all the same floating up to his level, as if to rub it in. Theyd begun kissing and caressing andmore.Theyd made an loath voyeur out of him, although hed become more angry and less unwilling as time passed and their caresses had become more passionate. Hed had to grind his teeth, when Stefan had offered Elena his blood. Had wanted to scream that there had been a time when this girl had been his for the taking, when he could have drained her dry and she would have died blithely in his arms, when she had obeyed the sound of his voice instinctively and the taste of his blood would make her reach heaven in his arms.As she obviously was in Stefans.That had been the worst. Hed had to dig his nails into his palms when Elena had wrapped herself a band Stefan like a long, graceful glide and had fastened her mouth against his neck, as Stefans face had tipped toward the sky, with his eyes shut.For the love of all the demons in hell, why couldnt they just get done with it?Thatwas when he noticed that he wasnt alone in his well-chosen, commodious tree.There was someone else there, sitting calmly right beside him on the big branch. They must have appeared while he was engrossed in the love scene and his own fury, but still, that made them very, very good. No one had snuck up on him like that in over two centuries. Three, perhaps.The shock of it had sent him tumbling off the branch without turning on his vampire ability to float. A long lean arm reached out to catch him, to haul him to safety, and Damon found himself gazing into a pair of laughing golden eyes.Who thehellare you? he sent. He didnt worry about it being picked up by the lovers in the moonlight. zipper short of a dragon or an atomic bomb would catch their wariness now.Im the hell Shinichi,the other boy replied. His hair was the strangest Damon had seen in a while. It was smooth and calendered and black everywhere except for a fringe of uneven dark red at the tips. The bangs he tossed carelessly out of his eyes ended in crimson and so did the little wisps all round his collar for he wore it slightly long. It looked as if tongues of dancing, flaring flame were licking at the ends of it, and gave singular emphasis to his answerIm the hell Shinichi. If anyone could pass as a fray come up straight from Hell, this boy could.On the other hand, his eyes were the pure golden eyes of an angel.Most people just call me Shinichi alone , he added serio usly to Damon, letting those eyes crinkle a little to show that it was a joke.Now you bonk my name. Who are you?Damon simply looked at him in silence.