The Hunters: Phantom Chapter 4

It was the myopic changes that surprised Elena the most. She had expected the Guardians to bring Fel s Church book binding. And they had.The locomote time shed seen the town, probably a quarter of the houses had been rubble. Theyd been ruin or bombed, some ful y destroyed, some only half-g whiz, with police immortalize dangling dismal y across what was left of their entrances. Around and in a higher p spike step to the fore the ruined houses, trees and bushes had grown and stretched strangely, vines draping over the debris, giving the streets of the smal town the look of an antiquated jungle. straight Fel s Church was mostly the way Elenaremembered it. A ideate postcard perfect smal S turn exposehern town of deep-porched houses surrounded by conscientious y tended flower gardens and big old trees. The sun was shining and the commit was solid with the promise of a hot and humid Virginia summer day.From a a few(prenominal) blocks away came the muted roar of a lawn mowe r, and the smel of cut lea fil ed the air. The Kinkade kids in the house on the corner had dragged out their badminton dictated and were batting the birdie fend for and forth the youngest girl waved to Elena and Stefan as they passed. Everything took Elena back to the long July days shed known al the previous summers of her liveness. Elena hadnt asked for her old life back, though. Her exact words had been I want a new life, with my palpable old life behind me. Shed wanted Fel s Church to be the way it would have been now, months later, if evil had never come to town back at the beginning of her senior year. only if she hadnt realized how jarring al the little changes would be. The smal colonial-style house in the middle of the next block had been assorted a surprising shade of pink, and the old oak tree in its front lawn had been cut voltaic pile and replaced with a flowering shrub.Huh. Elena blasphemous-key to Stefan as they passed the house.Mrs. McCloskey essential ha ve died, or moved to a nursing home. Stefan looked at her blankly. She never would have let them paint her house that color. There must be new people living on that point, she explained, shivering slightly.What is it? Stefan asked immediately, as attuned to her moods as ever.Nothing, its equitable Elena tried to smile as she tucked a foxy lock of hair behind her ear. She used to feed me cookies when I was a kid. Its strange to realize she might have died of natural causes while weve been gone.Stefan nodded, and the dickens walked silently to Fel s Churchs smal downtown. Elena was rough to point out that her favorite coffee berry shop had been replaced by a drugstore, when she grabbed Stefans arm. Stefan. Look.Coming toward them were Isobel Saitou and Jim Bryce.Isobel Jim Elena shouted joyful y, and ran toward them. only if Isobel was stiff in her arms, and Jim was looking at her curiously.Uh, hi? Isobel state hesitantly.Elena instantly stepped back. Oops. In this life, did s he even know Isobel? Theyd been in school unneurotic, of course. Jim had gone out with Meredith a couple of times before he and Isobel started dating, although Elena hadnt known him wel . notwithstanding it was possible she had never even spoken to quiet, studious Isobel Saitou before the kitsune came to town.Elenas instinct worked busily, trying to figure out how to get out of this without seeming crazy. But a warm buzz of happiness kept rising up in her chest, keeping her from taking the problem too seriously. Isobel was okay. Shed suffered so frequently at the hands of the kitsune Shed pierced herself in horrible ways and scraping her own tongue so severely that even after shed regain from the kitsunes thral , shed spoken in a soft slur. Worse, the kitsune goddess had been in Isobels house the complete time, pretending to be Isobels grandm some other.And poor Jim Infected through Isobel, Jim had torn himself apart, take at his own flesh. Yet here he was, as tolerant and carefree albeit mildly confused as ever. Stefan smiled broadly, and Elena couldnt stop giggling.Sorry, guys, Im just so happy to see familiar faces from school. I must miss well old Robert E. Lee High School, you know? Who would have thought?It was a pretty weak excuse, entirely Isobel and Jim smiled and nodded. Jim cleared his throat awkwardly and said,Yeah, it was a good year, wasnt it?Elena laughed again. She couldnt help herself. A good year.They chatted for a few proceeding before Elena casual y asked, Hows your grandmother, Isobel?Isobel looked at her blankly. My grandmother? she said.You must be confusing me with someone else. Both my grandmothers have been dead for years.Oh, my mistake. Elena said au revoir and managed to contain herself until Isobel and Jim were out of ear sweep. Then she took Stefan by the arms, pul ed him toward her, and gave him a resonating kiss, feeling delight and triumph passing back and forth surrounded by them.We did it, she said when the kis s had ended. Theyre fine And not just them. More heartfelt now, she gazed up into his green eyes, so serious and kind. We did something real y authorised and wonderful, didnt we?We did, Stefan agreed, but she couldnt help but notice something hard in his office as he said it.They walked hand in hand, and without discussing it, they byeed for the edge of town, miscegenation Wickery Bridge and climbing the hil . They turned into the cemetery, past the ruined church where Katherine had hidden, and down into the little val ey below that held the newer part of the graveyard.Elena and Stefan sat down on the neatly trimmed grass by the big marble headstone with gigabit carved into the front.Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad, Elena whispered. Im sorry its been so long.Back in her old life, she had visited her parents carve often, just to talk to them. Shed felt the like they were able to hear her somehow, that they were lack her wel from whatever higher plane theyd ended up on. It had always do her feel better to tel them her troubles, and before her life had gotten so complicated, she had told them everything.She put out one hand and gently touched the names and dates carved on the tombstone. Elena bent her head.Its my fault theyre dead, she said. Stefan made a soft noise of disagreement, and she turned to look at him. It is,she said, her eyes burning. The Guardians told me so.Stefan sighed and kissed her forehead. The Guardians wanted to kil you, he said. To make you one of them. And they accidental y kil ed your parents instead. Its no more your fault than if they had shot at you and missed.But I distracted my make at the hypercritical moment and made him crash, Elena said, hunching her shoulders.So the Guardians say, Stefan replied. But they wouldnt want it to sound like their fault. They dont like to admit they make mistakes. The fact remains that the accident that kil ed your parents wouldnt have happened if the Guardians hadnt been there.Elena lowered her eyes to hi de the divide swimming in them. What Stefan said was true, she thought, but she couldnt stop the chorus of myfaultmyfaultmyfault in her head.A few wild violets were growing on her left, and she picked them, along with a patch of buttercups. Stefan conjugate her, handing her a sprig of columbine with yel ow bel -shaped blossoms to add to her tiny wildflower bouquet.Damon never trusted the Guardians, he said quietly.Wel , he wouldnt they dont think untold of vampires. But beyond that He reached for a tal stalk of Queen Annes lace growing beside a nearby headstone. Damon had a pretty finely tuned sentience for detecting lies the lies people told themselves and the ones they told other people. When we were young we had a tutor a priest, no less who I liked and my father trusted, and Damon despised. When the man ran off with my fathers gold and a young lady from the neighborhood, Damon was the only one who wasnt surprised. Stefan smiled at Elena. He said that the priests eyes wer e wrong. And that he spoke too smoothly.Stefan shrugged. My father and I never noticed. But Damon did.Elena smiled tremulously. He always knew when I wasnt being total y honest with him. She had a sudden flash of retentivity of Damons deep black eyes holding hers, his pupils dilated like a cats, his head tilting as their lips met. She looked away from Stefans warm green eyes, so different from Damons dark ones, and twisted the thick stalk of the Queen Annes lace around the other flowers. When the bouquet was tied together, she placed it on her parents grave.I miss him, Stefan said softly. There was a time when I would have thought when his stopping point might have been a relief. But Im so glad we came together that we were brothers again before he died. He put a gamy hand beneath Elenas chin and tilted her head up so that her eyes met his again. I know you loved him, Elena. Its okay. You dont have to pretend.Elena gave a little gasp of pain.It was like there was a dark hole at bottom her. She could laugh and smile and marvel at the restored town she could love her family but al the time there was this dul ache, this terrible sense of loss. permitting her tears loose at last, Elena fel into Stefans arms.Oh, my love, he said, his voice catching, and they wept together, taking comfort in each others warmth. Fine ash had fal en for a long time. Now it settled at last and the smal moon of the Nether World was cover with thick, sticky piles of dust. Here and there, opalescent fluid pooled against the charred blackness, coloring it with the rainbow of an crude oil slick.Nothing moved. Now that the Great Tree haddisintegrated, nothing lived in this place. slurred below the surface of the ruined moon was a body. His poisoned blood had halt flowing and he lay unmoving, unfeeling, unseeing. But the drops of fluid saturating his skin sustain him, and a slow thrum of magical life beat steadily on.Every now and then a flicker of consciousness rosiness within hi m. He had forgotten who he was and how he had died. But there was a voice somewhere deep inside him, a light, gratifying voice he knew wel , that told him, Close your eyes now. Let go. Let go. Go. It was comforting, and his last spark of consciousness was holding on for a moment longer, just to hear it. He couldnt remember whose voice it was, although something in it reminded him of sunlight, of gold and lapis lazuli.Let go. He was slipping away, the last spark dimming, but it was al right. It was warm and comfortable, and he was ready to let go now. The voice would take him al the way to to wherever it was he would go. As the flicker of consciousness was about to go out for the last time, another voice a sharper, more commanding voice, the voice of someone used to having his orders obeyed spoke within him.She call for you. Shes in danger.He couldnt let go. Not yet. That voice pul ed awful y at him, holding him to life.With a sharp shock, everything shifted. As if hed been ripp ed out of that gentle, cozy place, he was suddenly freezing cold. Everything hurt.Deep within the ash, his fingers twitched.