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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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He kept telling himself this as he sat, the droning voice of the teacher pouring over him unheard. But he could smell a subtle hint of some perfume — violets, he thought. And her slender white neck was bowed over her book, the fair hair falling on either side of it.

In anger and frustration he recognized the seductive feeling in his teeth — more a tickling or a tingling than an ache. It was hunger, a specific hunger. And not one he was about to indulge.

The teacher was pacing about the room like a ferret, asking questions, and Stefan deliberately fixed his attention on the man. At first he was puzzled, for although none of the students knew the answers, the questions kept coming. Then he realized that that was the man’s purpose. To shame the students with what they didn’t know.

Just now he’d found another victim, a small girl with clusters of red curls and a heart-shaped face. Stefan watched in distaste as the teacher badgered her with questions. She looked wretched as he turned away from her to address the entire class.

“You see what I mean? You think you’re pretty hot stuff; you’re seniors now, ready to graduate. Well, let me tell you, some of you aren’t ready to graduate kindergarten. Like this!” He gestured toward the red-haired girl. “No idea about the French Revolution. Thinks Marie Antoinette was a silent film star.”

Students all around Stefan were shifting uncomfortably. He could feel the resentment in their minds, and the humiliation. And the fear. They were all afraid of this thin little man with eyes like a weasel, even the husky boys who were taller than he was.

“All right, let’s try another era.” The teacher swung back to the same girl he’d been questioning. “During the Renaissance—” He broke off. “You do know what the Renaissance is, don’t you? The period between the thirteenth and seventeenth centuries, in which Europe rediscovered the great ideas of ancient Greece and Rome? The period that produced so many of Europe’s greatest artists and thinkers?” When the girl nodded confusedly, he continued. “During the Renaissance, what would students your age be doing at school? Well? Any idea at all? Any guesses?”

The girl swallowed hard. With a weak smile she said, “Playing football?”

At the ensuing laughter, the teacher’s face darkened. “Hardly!” he snapped, and the classroom quieted. “You think this is a joke? Well, in those days, students your age would already be proficient in several languages. They would also have mastered logic, mathematics, astronomy, philosophy, and grammar. They would be ready to go on to a university, in which every course was taught in Latin. Football would be absolutely the last thing on—”

“Excuse me.”

The quiet voice stopped the teacher in midharangue. Everyone turned to stare at Stefan.

“What? What did you say?”

“I said, excuse me,” Stefan repeated, removing his glasses and standing up. “But you’re wrong. Students in the Renaissance were encouraged to participate in games. They were taught that a healthy body goes with a healthy mind. And they certainly played team sports, like cricket, tennis — and even football.” He turned to the red-haired girl and smiled, and she smiled back gratefully. To the teacher, he added, “But the most important things they learned were good manners and courtesy. I’m sure your book will tell you that.”

Students were grinning. The teacher’s face was red with blood, and he was sputtering. But Stefan continued to hold his eyes, and after another minute it was the teacher who looked away.

The bell rang.

Stefan put his glasses on quickly and gathered his books. He’d already drawn more attention to himself than he should, and he didn’t want to have to look at the blond girl again. Besides, he needed to get out of here quickly; there was a familiar burning sensation in his veins.

As he reached the door, someone shouted, “Hey! Did they really play football back then?”

He couldn’t help throwing a grin over his shoulder. “Oh, yes. Sometimes with the severed heads of prisoners of war.”


Elena watched him as he went. He’d deliberately turned away from her. He’d snubbed her on purpose, and in front of Caroline, who’d been watching like a hawk. Tears burned in her eyes, but at that moment only one thought burned in her mind.

She’d have him, even if it killed her. If it killed both of them, she’d have him.

Chapter Three

The first light of dawn was streaking the night sky with pink and palest green. Stefan watched it from the window of his room in the boarding house. He had rented this room specifically because of the trapdoor in the ceiling, a trapdoor that opened onto the widow’s walk on the roof above. Just now that door was open, and a cool damp wind blew down the ladder below it. Stefan was fully dressed, but not because he was up early. He had never been to sleep.

He’d just returned from the woods, and a few scraps of wet leaf clung to the side of his boot. He brushed them off fastidiously. The comments of the students yesterday had not escaped him, and he knew they had been staring at his clothes. He had always dressed in the best, not merely out of vanity, but because it was the right thing to do. His tutor had often said it: An aristocrat should dress as befits his position. If he does not, he is showing contempt for others. Everyone had a place in the world, and his place had once been among the nobility. Once.

Why was he dwelling on these things? Of course, he should have realized that playing the role of a student was likely to bring his own student days back. Now the memories came thick and fast, as if he were skimming through the pages of a journal, his eyes catching an entry here and there. One flashed before him vividly now: his father’s face when Damon had announced he was quitting the University. He would never forget that. He had never seen his father so angry…


“What do you mean, you are not going back?” Giuseppe was usually a fair man, but he had a temper, and his elder son brought out the violence in him.

Just now that son was dabbing at his lips with a saffron-colored silk handkerchief. “I would have thought even you could understand such a simple sentence, father. Shall I repeat it in Latin for you?”

“Damon—” Stefan began tightly, appalled at this disrespect. But his father interrupted.

“You are telling me that I, Giuseppe, Conte di Salvatore, will have to face my friends knowing that my son is a scioparto? A ne’er-do-well? An idler who makes no useful contribution to Florence?” Servants were edging away as Giuseppe worked himself into a rage.

Damon did not even blink. “Apparently. If you can call those who fawn on you in the hopes that you will lend them money your friends.”

Sporco parassito!” cried Giuseppe, rising from his chair. “Is it not bad enough that when you are at school you waste your time and my money? Oh, yes, I know all about the gambling, the jousting, the women. And I know that if it were not for your secretary and your tutors you would be failing every course. But now you mean to disgrace me utterly. And why? Why?” His large hand whipped up to grasp Damon’s chin. “So that you may return to your hunting and hawking?”

Stefan had to give his brother credit; Damon did not wince. He stood, almost lounging in his father’s grip, every inch the aristocrat, from the elegantly plain cap on his dark head to his ermine-trimmed cloak to his soft leather shoes. His upper lip was curved in a line of pure arrogance.

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