![]() ![]() He was dressed as she had first seen him, in black. ![]() She stood, trying to calm her breath, and watched him. But it was a good hard slap, with the full force of her body behind it, and it snapped Damon's head to one side. ![]() She had no thought of doing it before she did it, and afterward she could scarcely believe what she had done. "Where's Stefan?"Ī line appeared between Damon's dark eyebrows. Every instinct that had lain quiet while she shouted into the violence of the wind was now begging her to run. She reeled back a couple of steps before she could stop herself. At that distance, she should have sensed another human being standing there, should have felt his body warmth or heard him. He was just behind her, so close that her clothes brushed his as she turned. "Damn you, answer me!" she shouted at the oak trees that bordered the graveyard.Ī dead oak leaf like a withered brown hand skittered up to her foot, but there was no answer. If Damon had done anything to Stefan, if Damon had hurt him. The thought of that same Power being turned against Stefan woke a hot fury inside her that burned against the wind. This weather was a show of his Power, meant to frighten her away. Elena's hands were cold, her lips and cheeks were numb, but she stood facing the screaming wind directly, shouting into it. Oak leaves swirled among the rows of granite headstones, and the trees lashed their branches together in frenzy. Icy wind whipped Elena's hair around her face, tearing at her light sweater. ![]()
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