L.J. Smith Vampire Diaries 04 Dark Reunion

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candle. "I can touch your mind& when you're ready, I'll feel it."
"Right."The candle was white, its wax sides smooth and shining. The flame drew itself up and then fell
back. Bonnie stared until she became lost in it, until the rest of the room blacked out around her. There
was only the flame, herself and the flame. She was going into the flame.
Unbearable brightness surrounded her. Then she passed through it into the dark.
The funeral home was cold. Bonnie glanced around uneasily, wondering how she had gotten here, trying
to gather her thoughts. She was all alone, and for some reason that bothered her. Wasn't somebody else
supposed to be here too? She was looking for someone.
There was light in the next room. Bonnie moved toward it and her heart began pounding. It was a
visitation room, and it was filled with tall candelabras, the white candles glimmering and quivering. In the
midst of them was a white coffin with an open lid.
Step by step, as if something were pulling her, Bonnie approached the casket. She didn't want to look
in. She had to. There was something in that coffin waiting for her.
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The whole room was suffused with the soft white light of the candles. It was like floating in an island of
radiance. But she didn't want to look&
Moving as if in slow motion, she reached the coffin, stared at the white satin lining inside.It was empty.
Bonnie closed it and leaned against it, sighing.
Then she caught motion in her peripheral vision and whirled.
It was Elena.
"Oh, God, you scared me," Bonnie said.
"I thought I told you not to come here," Elena answered.
This time her hair was loose, flowing over her shoulders and down her back, the pale golden white of a
flame. She was wearing a thin white dress that glowed softly in the candlelight. She looked like a candle
herself, luminous, radiant. Her feet were bare.
"I came here to& " Bonnie floundered, some concept teasing around the edges of her mind. This washer
dream, her trance. She had to remember. "I came here to let you see Stefan," she said.
Elena's eyes widened, her lips parting. Bonnie recognized the look of yearning, of almost irresistible
longing. Not fifteen minutes ago she'd seen it on Stefan's face.
"Oh," Elena whispered. She swallowed, her eyes clouding. "Oh, Bonnie& but I can't."
"Why not?"
Tears were shining in Elena's eyes now, and her lips were trembling. "What if things start to change?
What ifhe comes, and& " She put a hand to her mouth and Bonnie remembered the last dream, with
teeth falling like rain. Bonnie met Elena's eyes with understanding horror.
"Don't you see? I couldn't stand it if something like that happened," Elena whispered. "If he saw me like
that& And I can't control things here; I'm not strong enough. Bonnie, please don't let him through. Tell
him how sorry I am. Tell him " She shut her eyes, tears spilling.
"All right."Bonnie felt as if she might cry too, but Elena was right. She reached for Stefan's mind to
explain to him, to help him bear the disappointment. But the instant she touched it she knew she'd made a
mistake.
"Stefan, no!Elena says " It didn't matter. His mind was stronger than hers, and the instant she'd made
contact he had taken over. He'd sensed the gist of her conversation with Elena, but he wasn't going to
take no for an answer. Helplessly, Bonnie felt herself being overridden, felt his mind come closer, closer
to the circle of light formed by the candelabras. She felt his presence there, felt it taking shape. She
turned and saw him, dark hair, tense face, green eyes fierce as a falcon's. And then, knowing there was
nothing more she could do, she stepped back to allow them to be alone.
Twelve
Stefan heard a voice whisper, soft with pain, "Oh, no."
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A voice that he'd never thought to hear again, that he would never forget. Ripples of chills poured over
his skin, and he could feel a shaking start inside him. He turned toward the voice, his attention fixing
instantly, his mind almost shutting down because it couldn't cope with so many sudden driving emotions at
once.
His eyes were blurred and could only discern a wash of radiance like a thousand candles. But it didn't
matter. He couldfeel her there. The same presence he had sensed the very first day he'd come to Fell's
Church, a golden white light that shone into his consciousness. Full of cool beauty and searing passion
and vibrant life. Demanding that he move toward it, that he forget everything else.
Elena. It was really Elena.
Her presence pervaded him, filling him to his fingertips. All his hungry senses were fixed on that wash of
luminance, searching for her. Needing her.
Then she stepped out.
She moved slowly, hesitantly. As if she could barely make herself do it. Stefan was caught in the same
paralysis.
Elena.
He saw her every feature as if for the first time. The pale gold hair floating about her face and shoulders
like a halo. The fair, flawless skin. The slender, supple body just now canted away from him, one hand
raised in protest.
"Stefan," the whisper came, and it washer voice. Her voice saying his name. But there was such pain in it
that he wanted to run to her, hold her, promise her that everything would be all right. "Stefan, please& I
can't& "
He could see her eyes now. The dark blue of lapis lazuli, flecked in this light with gold. Wide with pain
and wet with unshed tears. It shredded his guts.
"You don't want to see me?" His voice was dry as dust.
"I don't wantyou to see me. Oh, Stefan, he can make anything happen. And he'll find us. He'll come
here& "
Relief and aching joy flooded through Stefan. He could scarcely concentrate on her words, and it didn't
matter. The way she said his name was enough. That "Oh, Stefan" told him everything he cared about. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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