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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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You’ve gone too far this time, thought Stefan, watching the two men whose eyes were locked together. Even you won’t be able to charm your way out this time.

But just then there was a light step in the study doorway. Turning, Stefan had been dazzled by eyes the color of lapis lazuli, framed with long golden lashes. It was Katherine. Her father, Baron von Swartzschild, had brought her from the cold lands of the German princes to the Italian countryside, hoping it would help her recover from a prolonged illness. And since the day she had arrived, everything had changed for Stefan.

“I beg your pardon. I did not mean to intrude.” Her voice was soft and clear. She made a slight motion as if to leave.

“No, don’t go. Stay,” Stefan said quickly. He wanted to say more, to catch her hand — but he didn’t dare. Not with his father here. All he could do was gaze into those jewellike blue eyes that were raised to his.

“Yes, stay,” Giuseppe said, and Stefan saw that his father’s thunderous expression had lightened and that he had released Damon. He stepped forward, straightening the heavy folds of his long fur-trimmed gown. “Your father should be returning from his business in the city today, and he will be delighted to see you. But your cheeks are pale, little Katherine. You are not ill again, I hope?”

“You know I am always pale, sir. I do not use rouge like your bold Italian girls.”

“You don’t need it,” said Stefan before he could stop himself, and Katherine smiled at him. She was so beautiful. An ache began in his chest.

His father continued, “And I see all too little of you during the day. You seldom give us the pleasure of your company until twilight.”

“I have my studies and devotions in my own rooms, sir,” said Katherine quietly, her lashes dropping. Stefan knew this was not true, but he said nothing; he would never betray Katherine’s secret. She looked up at his father again. “But I am here now, sir.”

“Yes, yes, that is true. And I must see that tonight we have a very special meal for your father’s return. Damon… we will speak later.” As Giuseppe motioned to a servant and strode out, Stefan turned to Katherine in delight. It was seldom they could speak to each other without the presence of his father or of Gudren, her stolid German maid.

But what Stefan saw then was like a blow to his stomach. Katherine was smiling — the little secret smile that she had often shared with him.

But she was not looking at him. She was looking at Damon.

Stefan hated his brother at that moment, hated Damon’s dark beauty and grace and the sensuality that drew women to him like moths to a flame. He wanted, in that instant, to strike Damon, to smash that beauty to pieces. Instead he had to stand and watch as Katherine moved slowly toward his brother, step by step, her golden brocade gown whispering on the tiled floor.

And even as he watched, Damon held out a hand to Katherine, and smiled the cruel smile of triumph…


Stefan turned away from the window sharply.

Why was he reopening old wounds? But, even as he thought it, he drew out the slender gold chain he wore under his shirt. His thumb and forefinger caressed the ring that hung from it, then he held it up to the light.

The little circlet was exquisitely worked in gold, and five centuries had not dimmed its luster. It was set with one stone, a lapis the size of his little fingernail. Stefan looked at it, then at the heavy silver ring, also set with lapis, on his own hand. In his chest was a familiar tightness.

He could not forget the past, and he didn’t really wish to. Despite everything that had happened, he cherished Katherine’s memory. But there was one memory he must truly not disturb, one page of the journal he must not turn. If he had to relive that horror, that… abomination, he would go mad. As he had been mad that day, that final day, when he had looked upon his own damnation…

Stefan leaned against the window, his forehead pressed to its coolness. His tutor had had another saying: Evil will never find peace. It may triumph, but it will never find peace.

Why had he even come to Fell’s Church?

He had hoped to find peace here, but that was impossible. He would never be accepted, he would never rest. Because he was evil. He could not change what he was.


Elena was up even earlier than usual that morning. She could hear Aunt Judith pottering about in her room, getting ready for her shower. Margaret was still fast asleep, curled up like a little mouse in her bed. Elena passed her younger sister’s half-open door noiselessly and continued down the hallway to let herself out of the house.

The air was fresh and clear this morning; the quince tree was inhabited only by the usual jays and sparrows. Elena, who had gone to bed with a throbbing headache, lifted her face to the clean blue sky and breathed deeply.

She felt much better than she had yesterday. She’d promised to meet Matt before school, and though she wasn’t looking forward to it she was sure it was going to be all right.

Matt lived only two streets away from the high school. It was a simple frame house, like all the others on that street, except that maybe the swing on the porch was a little shabbier, the paint a little more peeled. Matt was already standing outside, and for a moment her heart picked up at the sight of him as it used to.

He was good-looking. There was no doubt about that. Not in the stunning, almost disturbing way that — that some people were, but in a healthy American way. Matt Honeycutt was all-American. His blond hair was cropped short for the football season, and his skin was sunburnt from working outdoors on his grandparents’ farm. His blue eyes were honest and straightforward. And just today, as he held out his arms to hug her gently, they were a little sad.

“You want to come inside?”

“No. Let’s just walk,” Elena said. They went side by side without touching. Maples and black walnut trees lined this street, and the air still had a morning hush. Elena watched her feet on the wet sidewalk, feeling suddenly uncertain. She didn’t know how to start after all.

“So you still haven’t told me about France,” he said.

“Oh, it was great,” said Elena. She glanced sideways at him. He was looking at the sidewalk, too. “Everything about it was great,” she continued, trying to put some enthusiasm in her voice. “The people, the food, everything. It was really…” Her voice trailed off, and she laughed nervously.

“Yeah, I know. Great,” he finished for her. He stopped and stood looking down at his scuffed tennis shoes. Elena recognized them from last year. Matt’s family barely got by; maybe he hadn’t been able to afford new shoes. She looked up to find those steady blue eyes on her face.

“You know, you look pretty great right now,” he said.

Elena opened her mouth in dismay, but he was speaking again.

“And I guess you have something to tell me.” She stared at him, and he smiled, a crooked, rueful smile. Then he held out his arms again.

“Oh, Matt,” she said, hugging him hard. She stepped back to look into his face. “Matt, you are the nicest guy I’ve ever met. I don’t deserve you.”

“Oh, so that’s why you’re dumping me,” said Matt as they started walking again. “Because I’m too good for you. I should have realized that before.”

She punched him in the arm. “No, that isn’t why, and I am not dumping you. We’re going to be friends, right?”

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