Lisa Smith - The Struggle

And slowly, slowly, she felt him respond. She heard him breathe and felt his body go off alert, clicking down to some lower energy level. The deadly concentration of his mind was diverted and he looked at her, and saw her.

“All right,” he said softly, looking into her eyes. “Let’s go.”

She kept her hands on him as they turned away, one clasping his hand, the other tucked inside his arm. By sheer force of will, she managed not to look over her shoulder as they walked away, but the skin on her back tingled and crawled as if expecting the stab of a knife.

Instead, she heard Damon’s low ironical voice: “And have you heard that kissing a red-haired girl cures fever blisters?” And then Bonnie’s outrageous, flattered laughter.

On the way out, they finally ran into their host.

“Leaving so soon?” Alaric said. “But I haven’t even had a chance to talk to you yet.”

He looked both eager and reproachful, like a dog that knows perfectly well it’s not going to be taken on a walk but wags anyway. Elena felt worry blossom in her stomach for him and everyone else in the house. She and Stefan were leaving them to Damon.

She’d just have to hope her earlier assessment was right and he wanted to continue the masquerade. Right now she had enough to do getting Stefan out of here before he changed his mind.

“I’m not feeling very well,” she said as she picked up her purse where it lay by the ottoman. “Sorry.” She increased the pressure on Stefan’s arm. It would take very little to get him to turn back and head for the dining room right now.

“I’m sorry,” said Alaric. “Good-bye.”

They were on the threshold before she saw the little slip of violet paper stuck into the side pocket of her purse. She pulled it out and unfolded it almost by reflex, her mind on other things.

There was writing on it, plain and bold and unfamiliar. Just three lines. She read them and felt the world rock. This was too much; she couldn’t deal with anything more.

“What is it?” said Stefan.

“Nothing.” She thrust the bit of paper back into the side pocket, pushing it down with her fingers. “It’s nothing, Stefan. Let’s get outside.”

They stepped out into driving needles of rain.

“Next time,” Stefan said quietly, “I won’t leave.”

Elena knew he meant it, and it terrified her. But just now her emotions were quietly coasting in neutral, and she didn’t want to argue.

“He was there,” she said. “Inside an ordinary house full of ordinary people, just as if he had every right to be. I wouldn’t have thought he would dare.”

“Why not?” Stefan said briefly, bitterly. “I was there in a ordinary house full of ordinary people, just as if I had every right to be.”

“I didn’t mean that the way it sounded. It’s just that the only other time I’ve seen him in public was at the Haunted House when he was wearing a mask and costume, and it was dark. Before that it was always somewhere deserted, like the gym that night I was there alone, or the graveyard…”

She knew as soon as she said that last part that it was a mistake. She still hadn’t told Stefan about going to find Damon three days ago. In the driver’s seat, he stiffened.

“Or the graveyard?”

“Yes… I meant that day Bonnie and Meredith and I got chased out. I’m assuming it must have been Damon who chased us. And the place was deserted except for the three of us.”

Why was she lying to him? Because, a small voice in her head answered grimly, otherwise he might snap. Knowing what Damon had said to her, what he had promised was in store, might be all that was needed to send Stefan over the edge.

I can never tell him, she realized with a sick jolt. Not about that time or about anything Damon does in the future. If he fights Damon, he dies.

Then he’ll never know, she promised herself. No matter what I have to do, I’ll keep them from fighting each other over me. No matter what.

For a moment, apprehension chilled her.

Five hundred years ago, Katherine had tried to keep them from fighting, and had succeeded only in forcing them into a death match. But she wouldn’t make the same mistake, Elena told herself fiercely. Katherine’s methods had been stupid and childish. Who else but a stupid child would kill herself in the hope that the two rivals for her hand would become friends? It had been the worst mistake of the whole sorry affair. Because of it, the rivalry between Stefan and Damon had turned into implacable hatred. And what’s more, Stefan had lived with the guilt of it ever since; he blamed himself for Katherine’s stupidity and weakness.

Groping for another subject, she said, “Do you think someone invited him in?”

“Obviously, since he was in.”

“Then it’s true about—people like you. You have to be invited in. But Damon got into the gym without an invitation.”

“That’s because the gym isn’t a dwelling place for the living. That’s the one criterion. It doesn’t matter if it’s a house or a tent or an apartment above a store. If living humans eat and sleep there, we need to be invited inside.”

“But I didn’t invite you into my house.”

“Yes, you did. That first night, when I drove you home, you pushed the door open and nodded to me. It doesn’t have to be a verbal invitation. If the intent is there, that’s enough. And the person inviting you doesn’t have to be someone who actually lives in the house. Any human will do.”

Elena was thinking. “What about a houseboat?”

“Same thing. Although running water can be a barrier in itself. For some of us, it’s almost impossible to cross.”

Elena had a sudden vision of herself and Meredith and Bonnie racing for Wickery Bridge. Because somehow she had known that if they got to the other side of the river they’d be safe from whatever was after them.

“So that’s why,” she whispered. It still didn’t explain how she’d known, though. It was as if the knowledge had been put into her head from some outside source. Then she realized something else.

“You took me across the bridge. You can cross running water.”

“That’s because I’m weak.” It was said flatly, with no emotion behind it. “It’s ironic, but the stronger your Powers are, the more you’re affected by certain limitations. The more you belong to the dark, the more the rules of the dark bind you.”

“What other rules are there?” said Elena. She was beginning to see the glimmer of a plan. Or at least of the hope of a plan.

Stefan looked at her. “Yes,” he said, “I think it’s time you knew. The more you know about Damon, the more chance you’ll have of protecting yourself.”

Of protecting herself? Perhaps Stefan knew more than she thought. But as he turned the car onto a side street and parked, she just said, “Okay. Should I be stocking up on garlic?”

He laughed. “Only if you want to be unpopular. There are certain plants, though, that might help you. Like vervain. That’s an herb that’s supposed to protect you against bewitchment, and it can keep your mind clear even if someone is using Powers against you. People used to wear it around their necks. Bonnie would love it; it was sacred to the Druids.”

“Vervain,” said Elena, tasting the unfamiliar word. “What else?”

“Strong light, or direct sunlight, can be very painful. You’ll notice the weather’s changed.”

“I’ve noticed,” said Elena after a beat. “You mean Damon’s doing that?”

“He must be. It takes enormous power to control the elements, but it makes it easy for him to travel in daylight. As long as he keeps it cloudy, he doesn’t even need to protect his eyes.”