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Lisa Smith: The Awakening

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Elena is the school beauty, but she’s bored. Until a new boy turns up in her class. Stefan is dark and mysterious — and she’s determined to get to know him better. But Elena reminds Stefan of someone from his tragic past, and he’s just as determined to resist her. Until a series of attacks in the area terrify the school and town and Stefan, the outsider, is held responsible. Elena is the only one who offers to help and, falling in love with her, Stefan tells her his terrible story. He is a vampire, on the run from his evil brother, Damon, who is also a vampire, but doesn’t share Stefan’s qualms about drinking human blood. And Damon is the one Stefan suspects of really being behind the recent attacks… Can Elena help prove his innocence — without revealing his secret?

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Elena straightened up slowly, then glanced around, self-conscious. She couldn’t believe what she had just done. But now that the bird was gone, the sky felt ordinary again. A little wind made the leaves flutter, and Elena took a deep breath. Down the street a door opened and several children poured out, laughing.

She smiled at them, and took another breath, relief sweeping through her like sunlight. How could she have been so silly? This was a beautiful day, full of promise, and nothing bad was going to happen.

Nothing bad was going to happen — except that she was going to be late getting to school. The whole crowd would be waiting for her in the parking lot.

You could always tell everyone you stopped to throw stones at a Peeping Tom, she thought, and almost giggled. Now, that would give them something to think about.

Without a backward glance at the quince tree, she began to walk as quickly as she could down the street.


The crow crashed through the top of the massive oak, and Stefan’s head jerked up reflexively. When he saw it was only a bird, he relaxed.

His eyes dropped to the limp white form in his hands, and he felt his face twist in regret. He hadn’t meant to kill it. He would have hunted something larger than a rabbit if he’d known how hungry he was. But, of course, that was the very thing that frightened him: never knowing how strong the hunger would be, or what he might have to do to satisfy it. He was lucky that this time he’d killed only a rabbit.

He stood beneath the ancient oak trees, sunlight filtering down onto his curly hair. In jeans and T-shirt, Stefan Salvatore looked exactly like a normal high school student.

He wasn’t.

Deep in the woods, where no one would see him, he’d come to feed. Now he licked at his gums and lips painstakingly, to make sure there was no stain on them. He didn’t want to take any chances. This masquerade was going to be hard enough to pull off as it was.

For a moment he wondered, again, if he should just give it all up. Perhaps he should go back to Italy, back to his hiding place. What made him think that he could rejoin the world of daylight?

But he was tired of living in shadows. He was tired of the darkness, and of the things that lived in it. Most of all, he was tired of being alone.

He wasn’t sure why he’d chosen Fell’s Church, Virginia. It was a young town, by his standards; the oldest buildings had been put up only a century and a half ago. But memories and ghosts of the Civil War still lived here, as real as the supermarkets and fast-food joints.

Stefan appreciated respect for the past. He thought he might come to like the people of Fell’s Church. And perhaps — just perhaps — he might find a place among them.

He’d never be accepted completely, of course. A bitter smile curved his lips at the idea. He knew better than to hope for that. There would never be a place where he could belong completely, where he could truly be himself.

Unless he chose to belong to the shadows…

He slapped the thought away. He’d renounced the darkness; he’d left the shadows behind him. He was blotting all those long years out and starting afresh, today.

Stefan realized he was still holding the rabbit. Gently, he laid it down on the bed of brown oak leaves. Far away, too far for human ears to pick up, he recognized the noises of a fox.

Come along, brother hunter, he thought sadly. Your breakfast is waiting.

As he slung his jacket over his shoulder, he noticed the crow that had disturbed him earlier. It was still perched in the oak tree, and it seemed to be watching him. There was a wrongness about it.

He started to send a probing thought toward it, to examine the bird, and stopped himself. Remember your promise, he thought. You don’t use the Powers unless it is absolutely necessary. Not unless there is no other choice.

Moving almost silently among the dead leaves and dry twigs, he made his way toward the edge of the woods. His car was parked there. He glanced back, once, and saw that the crow had left the branches and dropped down on the rabbit.

There was something sinister in the way it spread its wings over the limp white body, something sinister and triumphant. Stefan’s throat tightened, and he almost strode back to chase the bird away. Still, it had as much right to eat as the fox did, he told himself.

As much right as he did.

If he encountered the bird again, he’d look into its mind, he decided. Just now, he tore his eyes from the sight of it and hurried on through the woods, jaw set. He didn’t want to be late arriving at Robert E. Lee High School.

Chapter Two

Elena was surrounded the instant she stepped into the high school parking lot. Everyone was there, the whole crowd she hadn’t seen since late June, plus four or five hangers-on who hoped to gain popularity by association. One by one she accepted the welcoming hugs of her own group.

Caroline had grown at least an inch and was slinkier and more like a Vogue model than ever. She greeted Elena coolly and stepped back again with her green eyes narrowed like a cat’s.

Bonnie hadn’t grown at all, and her curly red head barely came up to Elena’s chin as she flung her arms around Elena. Wait a minute — curls? thought Elena. She pushed the smaller girl back.

“Bonnie! What did you do to your hair?”

“Do you like it? I think it makes me look taller.” Bonnie fluffed up the already fluffy bangs and smiled, her brown eyes sparkling with excitement, her little heart-shaped face alight.

Elena moved on. “Meredith. You haven’t changed at all.”

This hug was equally warm on both sides. She had missed Meredith more than anyone, Elena thought, looking at the tall girl. Meredith never wore any makeup; but then, with perfect olive skin and heavy black lashes, she didn’t need any. Right now she had one elegant eyebrow raised as she studied Elena.

“Well, your hair is two shades lighter from the sun… But where’s your tan? I thought you were living it up on the French Riviera.”

“You know I never tan.” Elena held up her hands for her own inspection. The skin was flawless, like porcelain, but almost as fair and translucent as Bonnie’s.

“Just a minute; that reminds me,” Bonnie interjected, snatching one of Elena’s hands. “Guess what I learned from my cousin this summer?” Before anyone could speak, she informed them triumphantly: “Palm reading!”

There were groans, and some laughter.

“Laugh while you can,” said Bonnie, not at all disturbed. “My cousin told me I’m psychic. Now, let me see…” She peered into Elena’s palm.

“Hurry up or we’re going to be late,” said Elena a bit impatiently.

“All right, all right. Now, this is your life line — or is it your heart line?” In the crowd, someone snickered. “Quiet; I’m reaching into the void. I see… I see…” All at once, Bonnie’s face went blank, as if she were startled. Her brown eyes widened, but she no longer seemed to be staring at Elena’s hand. It was as if she were looking through it — at something frightening.

“You will meet a tall, dark stranger,” Meredith murmured from behind her. There was a flurry of giggles.

“Dark, yes, and a stranger… but not tall.” Bonnie’s voice was hushed and faraway.

“Although,” she continued after a moment, looking puzzled, “he was tall, once.” Her wide brown eyes lifted to Elena’s in bewilderment. “But that’s impossible… isn’t it?” She dropped Elena’s hand, almost flinging it away. “I don’t want to see any more.”

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