The Vampire Diaries: The Awakening Chapter Sixteen

Elena travel toward Robert E. Lee, tincture as if shed been away from it for years. Last night seemed like something from her distant childhood, exactly remembered. But she knew that today on that point would be its consequences to scene.Last night shed had to daring Aunt Judith. Her aunt had been terribly upset when neighbors had told her about the murder, and even more than upset that no one seemed to know where Elena was. By the time Elena had arrived office at nearly two in the morning, she had been frantic with worry.Elena hadnt been able to explain. She could only when say that shed been with Stefan, and that she knew he had been accused, and that she knew was innocent. All the rest, everything else that had happened, she had had to keep to herself. Even if Aunt Judith had believed it, she would neer have understood.And this morning Elena had slept in, and now she was late. The streets were deserted except for her, as she hurried on toward the school. Overhead,, the sky was gray and a wind was rising. She desperately wanted to see Stefan. All night, while shed been sleeping so heavily, shed had nightmares about him. one and only(a) dream had been especially real. In it she dictum Stefans pale face up and his angry, objective eyes. He held up a halt to her and said, How could you, Elena? How could you? Then he dropped the book at her feet and walked away. She called after him, pleading, but he went on walking until he disappeared in down(p)ness. When she looked down at the book, she saw it was bound in dark blue velvet. Her journal.A quiver of anger went through her as she apprehension again of how her diary had been stolen. But what did the dream mean? What was in her diary to make Stefan look like that?She didnt know. All she knew was that she needed to see him, to get wind his voice, to feel his arms around her. Being away from him was like being separated from her own flesh.She ran up the steps of the high school into the nearly emp ty corridors. She headed toward the foreign-language wing, because she knew that Stefans first class was Latin. If she could just see him for a moment, she would be all right.But he wasnt in class. Through the little windowpane in the door, she saw his empty seat. Matt was there, and the expression on his face made her feel more frightened than ever. He kept glancing at Stefans desk with a look of sick apprehension.Elena turned away from the door mechanically. same(p) an automaton, she climbed the stairs and walked to her trigonometry classroom. As she opened the door, she saw every face turn toward her, and she slipped hastily into the empty desk beside Meredith.Ms. Halpern stopped the lesson for a moment and looked at her, then continued. When the teacher had turned back to the blackboard, Elena looked at Meredith.Meredith reached over to catch her hand. Are you all right? she whispered.I dont know, said Elena stupidly. She felt as if the very air around her was smothering her, as if there were a crushing weight all around her. Merediths fingers felt dry and hot. Meredith, do you know whats happened to Stefan? You meanyou dont know? Merediths dark eyes widened, and Elena felt the weight uprise even more crushing. It was like being deep, deep under peeing without a pressure suit.They havent arrested him, have they? she said, forcing the words out.Elena, its worse than that. Hes disappeared. The police went to the boarding house early this morning and he wasnt there. They came to school, too, but he neer showed up today. They said theyd found his car abandoned out by Old Creek Road. Elena, they think hes left, skipped town, because hes guilty.Thats not true, said Elena through her teeth. She saw people turn around and look at her, but she was beyond caring. Hes innocentI know you think so, Elena, but why else would he leave?He wouldnt. He didnt. Something was sunburn inside Elena, a advise of anger that pushed back at the crushing fear. She was breathi ng raggedly. He would never have left of his own free will.You mean someone coerce him? But who? Tyler wouldnt dare-Forced him, or worse, Elena interrupted. The entire class was staring at them now, and Ms. Halpern was opening her mouth. Elena stood up suddenly, looking at them without seeing. God help him if hes excruciation Stefan, she said. Godhelp him. Then she whirled and made for the door.Elena, come back Elena She could hear shouts behind her, Merediths and Ms. Halperns. She walked on, hurried and faster, seeing only what was straight ahead of her, her mind fixed on one thing.They thought she was going after Tyler Smallwood. Good. They could waste their time track in the wrong direction. She knew what she had to do.She left the school, plunging into the cold autumn air. She moved quickly, legs have up the distance between the school and the Old Creek Road. From there she turned toward Wickery Bridge and the cemetery.An icy wind whipped her hair back and harassed her fa ce. Oak leaves were flying around her, swirling in the air. But the conflagration in her heart was searing hot and burned away the cold. She knew now what a uplifted rage meant. She strode past the purple beeches and the weeping willows into the center of the old graveyard and looked around her with feverish eyes.Above, the clouds were flowing along like a lead-gray river. The limbs of the oaks and beeches lashed in concert wildly. A gust threw handfuls of leaves into her face. It was as if the graveyard were trying to drive her out, as if it were showing her its power, gathering itself to do something awful to her.Elena ignored all of it. She spun around, her burning gaze searching between the headstones. Then she turned and shouted like a shot into the fury of the wind. Just one word, but the one she knew would bring him.DamonThe End