The Hunters: Phantom Chapter 20

Cookies, Alaric verbalize gravely. comely ventures she could manage to choke d cause a few cookies. more everyplace to keep her strength up.Cookies, got it, state Meredith, rummaging in Mrs. Flowerss kitchen cabinet to find a intermixture bowl. She clunked a big china bowl that was probably h whizzst-to-goodness than she was onto the counter and checked the refrigerator. Eggs, milk, scarcelyter. Flour in the freezer. Vanil a and sugar in the cupboard.Look at you, Alaric said admiringly as Meredith unwrapped a stick of moreoverter. You dont even deal a recipe. Is in that location some(prenominal)thing you cant do? a great deal of things, Meredith replied, basking in the warmth of Alarics see.What can I do to help? he asked cheerful y.You can get another mixing bowl and buy the farmbill two cups of flour and a teaspoon of baking powder into it, Meredith told him. Il get up the butter with the other ingredients in this bowl, and then we can put them together.Got it. Alar ic found a bowl and measuring cups and started to mea accepted out the items. Meredith watched his strong, tanned work force confidently leveling off the flour. Alaric had gorgeous hands, she judgement. His shoulders were nice, also, and his face. Al of him, real y.She cognize she was ogling her boyfriend instead of stirring, and felt her cheeks color, even though no i was watching her. Pass me the measuring cups when youre done with them?He handed them to her. I write out something scarys going on, and I want to protect reasonable, too, he said, smiling a little, but I think she might be milking the state of affairs a little. She fucks that of all timeyones pampering her. decents being very brassy, said Meredith primly, then flashed him a grin, and, yes, she might be milking it.Matt came shoot the stairs and into the kitchen. I think maybe just should sire some tea when she gets out of her let the cat out of the bag bath, he said. Mrs. Flowers is busy putting con traceptive spel s on the sleeping accommodation decorous chose, but she said she has a mix of chamomile and flushmary that would be good, and to put honey in it.Meredith focused on mixing the cookie ingredients together as Matt boiled water and paying attention y mea incontestabled dried herbs and honey to harbour the tea to Mrs. Flowerss ask specifications. When he final y destroyed fussing over it, Matt picked up the fragile teacup and saucer careful y.Wait, maybe Id better scoop the whole pot up, he said. As he searched for a tray to drop it on, he asked,Meredith, are you sure you and mediocre got everything she might collect from her sign of the zodiac?She was up there for nearly a half hour. She got everything she cute, said Meredith, and if we mazed anything, Im sure Mrs. Flowers has some extras.Good, said Matt, his handsome face intent as he picked up the tea tray without spil ing anything. I just want to make sure Bonnies okay.He left hand the kitchen, and Mere dith listened to his footsteps heading arse upstairs. Once he was out of earshot, she and Alaric both burst out laughing.Yes, shes definitely milking it, said Meredith, when shed crack giggling.Alaric pul ed her toward him. His face was serious and intent now, and Meredith caught her breath. When they were this close, she could see the hidden flecks of prosperous in his hazel eyes, and they felt ilk a secret notwithstanding(a) Meredith knew.I move up how you take care of your friend, Alaric told her, his instance low. What I love most is that you chouse shes pushing it as far as she can, see what youl do for her, and you laugh, but youre stil going to give her whatever she motives. He frowned a little. No, thats not right. I do love how you see the funny stance of it, but what I love most is how wel you take care of everyone you can. He pul ed her closer stil . I guess mostly I love you, Meredith.Meredith kissed him. How could she have brainsick that Celia would come be tween them? It was homogeneous there had been a mist fil ing her eyes, making it so that she was unable to see the simple lawfulness Alaric was crazy almost her. after a minute, she broke the kiss and false spikelet to the cookie dough. Get a cookie sheet, would you? she asked. Alaric stood stil for a moment. authorize he said. Closing her eyes, Meredith summoned al her strength. She had to tel him. She had promised herself she would. He handed her a cookie sheet and she busied herself by scooping spoonfuls of dough onto it. Theres something I need to tel you, Alaric, she said.Alaric froze side by side(p) to her. What is it? he asked, his voice wary.Its going to sound unbelievable.He gave a snort of laughter. much unbelievable than everything else thats happened since I met you?Sort of, Meredith said. Or, at least, its specifical y about me this clipping. Ive been It was securely to say. I come from a family of vampire hunters. Al my life, Ive been training to fight. I gues s pickings care of people is a family trait. She smiled weakly.Alaric stared at her. regulate something, Meredith prompted after a moment. He pushed his hair out of his eyes and looked wildly rough. I dont know what to say. Im surprised you never told me this. I thought he paused that we knew each other real y wel .My family said Meredith miserably. They made me propound that I would keep our secret. I never told anybody until a few eld agone.Alaric closed his eyes for a minute and pressed his palms against them hard. When he assailable them, he looked calmer. I understand. I do.Wait, said Meredith. Theres more. The cookie sheet was ful , and she regorge about for something else to occupy her hands and eyes while she talked. She settled on a dish towel and twisted it nervously. Do you remember that Klaus attacked my grandpa?Alaric nodded.Wel , I found out a few days ago that he also attacked me, and stole my brother the brother Id never know I had and took him a manner and made him a vampire. And he left me I was alone three some kind of half vampire. A brio girl, but one who essential to eat blood sausage and sometimes had sharp teeth like a kittens.Oh, Meredith Alarics face was ful of compassion, and he move toward her, hands out. Toward me, Meredith noted. not away, not afraid.Wait, she said again. Elena asked the Guardians to change things to the way they would have been if Klaus never came here. She put grim the dish towel. So it never happened.What? Alaric said, double-dyed(a) at her.Meredith nodded, a helpless, confused smile disseminateing over her face. My gramps died in a retirement home in Florida two geezerhood ago. I have a brother one I dont remember, unfortunately he got sent away to boarding school when we were twelve and conjugated the military as curtly as he turned eighteen. patently hes the problem child of the family. She took a deep breath. Im not a vampire. Not even a half vampire. Not now.Alaric was stil stari ng at her. Wow, he said. Wait a minute. Does that specify that Klaus is stil alive? Could he come here, come after your family now?I thought of that, Meredith said, glad to address the practicalities. I dont think so. Elena asked the Guardians to change Fel s Church so it was as if Klaus never came here. She didnt ask them to change Klaus and his experience. For him, I think, logical y, he did come here, yen ago, and now hes assassinated. She smiled shakily. I hope so, anyway.So youre safe, Alaric said, as safe as a vampire hunter might be. Is that al you need to tel me? When Meredith nodded, he reached for her and pul ed her back into his arms. Holding her tightly, he said. I would have love you with sharp teeth, too. But Im so glad for you.Meredith closed her eyes. She had needed to tel him, to know how he would have reacted if the Guardians hadnt changed everything. A great warming gladness spread al done her.Alaric pressed his lips against her hair.Wait, she said once more, and he released her, sounding inquisitive.The cookies. Meredith laughed and put them in the oven, setting the timer for ten minutes.They kissed until the buzzer rang. ar you sure youl be okay alone? Matt asked anxiously, standing by Bonnies bed. Il be right downstairs if you need anything. Or maybe I should sting here. I could sleep on your chronicle. I know I snore, but Id try not to, I swear.Bonnie gave him a brave little smile. Il be fine, Matt. Thank you so much.With one withstand worried glance, Matt patted her hand awkwardly, then left the room. Bonnie knew he would ban and turn on his own bed, thinking of ways to keep her safe. likely he would end up sleeping on the floor out of doors her door, she thought, giving a delighted little wriggle.Sleep wel , my dear, said Mrs. Flowers, taking his place by Bonnies bedside. I have cast al the protective charms I know some you. I hope you like the tea. Its my own special brew.Thank you, Mrs. Flowers, Bonnie said. Good night.Y ou are enjoying this way too much, said Meredith, who came in conterminous carrying a plate of cookies. She was limping, but had insisted that she didnt need a cane or crutch as long as her mortise joint was bandaged.In fact Bonnie took a closer look at Meredith. Her cheeks were flushed, and her usual y smooth hair was a little mussed. I think shes very glad that Celias gone to UVA, Bonnie thought with a smirk.Im just arduous to keep my spirits up, Bonnie said with a mischievous smile. And you know what they say When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. My lemonade is having Matt trying to fulfil my every need. Its too bad we dont have more boys about here.Dont forget about Alaric, said Meredith. He helped make the cookies. And hes downstairs researching everything he can that might be related to this.Ah, everyone catering to me, thats what I like, Bonnie joked. Did I tel you how much I enjoyed the dinner you made? Al my favorites it was like my birthday. Or my last meal, she a dded more soberly.Meredith frowned. be you sure you dont want me to stay in here? I know weve protected the house as wel as we can, but we dont real y know what were fighting. And just because the last couple of attacks took place in daylight with the whole group around, it doesnt inevitably mean thats the way they have to be. What if whatever this is can get medieval our defenses?I wil be fine, said Bonnie. Intel ectual y she knew she was in danger, but oddly, she didnt recover scared. She was in a house with people she trusted, al of whom were focused wholeheartedly on her safety. Besides, she had a plan for the night something she couldnt do if Meredith slept in the room.Are you sure? Meredith fretted.Yes, Bonnie said emphatical y. If something bad was going to happen to me tonight, Id know in advance, right?Because Im psychic, and I get warnings about things.Hmmm, said Meredith, quirking one eyebrow. For a moment she looked like she was going to argue. Bonnie kept her gaze firm. Final y, Meredith put the tray of cookies on the table by the bed next to the teapot and cup Matt had brought up earlier, pul ed the curtains across the window, and looked anxiously around to see what else could be done.Okay, then, she said. Il be right next door if you need me.Thanks, Mer. Good night. As soon as the knob clicked into place, Bonnie point back in bed and bit into a cookie. Delicious.A loath smile bloomed on her lips. She was the center of attention now, as if she were a dainty heroine bravely suffering from some kind of wasting il ness. She had been advance to pick out her favorite of the boardinghouses many bedrooms and had chosen this one. It was a lovely room with creamy rose-patterned wal paper and a maple sleigh bed.Matt hadnt left her side al night. Mrs. Flowers had fussed around her, fluffing pil ows and offering her herbal tonics, and Alaric had been conscientiously researching auspices spel s in al the grimoires he could find. Even Celia, who ha d never been anything but snippy to her about her visions, promised before she left to let her know as soon as she found something helpful.Bonnie turned on her side, inhaling the sweet feel of Mrs. Flowerss tea. Here in this cozy room, it was impossible to feel like she needed protection, that she could be in danger this very second.But was she? What was the time ashes after ones name was cal ed? After Celias name had appeared, she had been attacked within the hour. After Merediths had appeared, she hadnt been attacked until the next day. Maybe things were getting more spaced out. Maybe Bonnie wasnt going to be in danger until tomorrow or the next day. Or next week. And Damons name had appeared before Bonnies did.Bonnies skin tingled at the thought of Damons name in lake weeds. Damon was dead. She had seen him die and in fact hed died for her (although everyone else, in their compassion for Elena, seemed to have forgotten that). But the appearance of his name must mean something. And she was determined to figure out just what. She listened. She could hear the sounds of Meredith moving around in the room next door with a steady bunch that suggested she was practicing with her stave, and from down below came the faint voices of Matt, Alaric, and Mrs. Flowers talking in the study.Bonnie could wait. She poured herself a cup of tea, crunched on another cookie, and wiggled her toes pleasurably under the soft sound sheets. She sort of liked being a supernatural invalid.An hour later, she had finished her cup of tea and al the cookies, and the house was quieter. It was time. She climbed out of bed, her too-long polka-dotted pajama pants flicker around her ankles, and open(a) her overnight bag. While Meredith had waited downstairs at her house, she had pried up the loose board by her bed and taken out Traversing the Boundaries in the midst of the Quick and the Dead, a book of matches, a fluent knife, and the quadruplet candles she needed for the ritual. Now sh e took them out of her bag and rol ed back the rug by the bed so she could crouch on the floor.Tonight, nothing was going to stop her. She was going to reach Damon. Maybe he could tel her what was going on. Or maybe he was in some sort of danger, in whatever savorless dead vampires ended up on, and needed to be warned. In any case, she missed him. Bonnie hunched her shoulders and wrapped her arms around herself for a moment. Damons death had hurt her, not that anyone had noticed. Everyones attention, everyones sympathies, had been directed toward Elena. As usual.Bonnie got back to work. Quickly, she lit the first candle and, dripping wax on the floor to anchor it upright, placed it to her north. Fire in the North, protect me, she whispered. She lit them in widdershins order black to the north, white to the west, black to the south, white to the east. When the circle of protection was complete around her, she closed her eyes and sat quietly for a few moments, focusing herself, reach ing to find the power at her center. When she opened her eyes, she took a deep breath, picked up the silver knife, and quickly, without giving herself time to whiner out, cut a gash across her left palm.Ouch, she muttered, and turned her hand over, dripping blood on the floor in front of her. consequently she dabbed the fingers of her right hand in the blood and smeared a bit on each candle.Bonnies skin tingled painful y as magic rose around her. Her senses honed, and she could see tiny movements in the air, as if flashes of light were be and disappearing just out of sight.Through the darkness I cal to you, she intoned. She didnt need to look at the book she had memorized this part. With my blood I cal to you with fire and silver I cal to you. perk up me done the cold beyond the grave. Hear me through the shadows beyond the night. I summon you. I have need of you. Hear me and comeThe room went stil . It was the stil ness of expectation, as if some great animate being were pro p its breath. Bonnie felt like an entire audition stood around her, suspended in eagerness. The veil between the worlds was about to lift. She had no doubts.Damon Salvatore, she said clearly. Come to me.Nothing happened.Damon Salvatore, Bonnie said again, less confidently,come to me.The tension, the ghost of magic in the room was beginning to dissipate, as if her invisible audience were quietly creeping away.Yet Bonnie knew the spel had worked. She had a funny, blank, cutoff feeling, like when she was talking on the phone and her carrier suddenly dropped the cal . Her cal had gone through, she was sure of it, but there was no one on the other end. scarcely what did it mean? Was Damons soul just gone?Suddenly Bonnie hear something. A light breathing, just a smidge out of time with her own.There was someone right bum her.The hairs rose on the back of her neck. She hadnt broken the circle of protection. Nothing should be able to cross into that circle, sure as shooting no spirit, but whoever was behind her was indoors the circle, so close to Bonnie that they were almost touching her.Bonnie froze. Then slowly, careful y, she put down her hand and felt for the knife. Damon? she whispered uncertainly.A tinkling laugh sounded behind her, fol owed by a low voice. Damon doesnt want to talk to you. The voice was honey-sweet, but somehow also poisonous-sounding, insidious and oddly familiar.Why not? Bonnie asked shakily.He doesnt love you, the voice said in a soft, weighty tone. He never even noticed you were there, unless there was something he wanted from you. Or perhaps if he wanted to make Elena jealous. You know that.Bonnie swal owed, too afraid to turn around, too afraid to see who the voice belonged to.Damon saw only Elena. Damon loved only Elena. Even now that hes dead and lost to her, he wont hear you cal ing, the voice lilted. Nobody loves you, Bonnie. Everyone loves Elena, and thats how she likes it. Elena keeps everyone for herself.A animated sensatio n began behind Bonnies eyes, and a single hot tear ran down her cheek.No one wil ever love you, the voice whispered. Not when youre standing next to Elena. Why do you think no one ever saw you as anything but Elenas friend? Al the way through school, she was standing in the sunshine and you were hidden in her shadow. Elena made sure of that. She couldnt bear to share the spotlight.The words rattled inside Bonnies mind, and suddenly something inside her shifted. The icy terror shed felt just moments ago had thawed, making way for roiling anger. The voice was right. Why had she never seen it before?Elena was Bonnies friend only because Bonnie was a foil for her own beauty, her own sparkle. She had been using her for years without caring how Bonnie felt at al .She cares only about herself, Bonnie said, half sobbing.Why cant anyone see that? She shoved the book away from her and it knocked over the black candle to her north, breaking the circle. The wick smoked and guttered, and al fou r candles went out.Ahhhh, said the voice in satisfaction, and tendrils of dark obliterate began to creep from the corners of the room. expert as quickly as her fear had left her, it snapped back. Bonnie spun around, holding the knife, ready to face the voice, but there was no one there just dark, amorphous fog. Hysteria wel ing within her, she got to her feet and stumbled toward the door. But the fog go quickly, and soon Bonnie was enveloped in it. Something fel with a clatter. She couldnt see more than a few inches. Bonnie opened her mouth and tried to scream, but the fog flowed over her lips, and her scream turned into a muffled moan. She felt her clutch on the knife loosen and it dropped to the floor with a dul clank. Her vision grew blurry. Bonnie tried to lift her foot but could barely move.Then, blinded by the fog, she lost her balance and pitched forward into darkness.