Stefan’s Diaries: Origins Chapter 27

I ran out onto the lawn. Fire was everywhere, and I noticed that the servants quarters had burst into flames. duty now, the main house looked safe, but who knew how coarse that would last? I apothegm glimpses of flames in the woods, and a large group converged or so the police wagon. exclusively all I cared about was finding Damon. Finally, I spot a insert wearing a blue coat, sprinting toward the pond. I g first gearering on my heel and followed him through the field. Stefan I hear my name and stopped, looking about wildly. oer here I turned and dictum Jonathan Gilbert, his eyeball wild, standing at the b erect of the forest, a bow and arrow in one hand, his image in the other. Jonathan looked round off at his invention almost in disbelief. theres a vampire in the forest. My compass is pointing, but I need financial aid with a lookout.Jonathan I yelled, panting. I cant I have to find Suddenly, I precept a flash of white from the forest. Jonathan turned and raised hi s bow to his shoulder. Who goes there? he called, his voice ringing like a clarion bell. Instantly, he released the arrow. I byword the beginning of its arc as it flung into the dismallingness. past we heard a scream, followed by a thud.Jonathan ran into the forest, and I heard a long, low moan. Jonathan I called wildly, because stopped short. I saw Jonathan kneeling over a prone figure. He turned up to me, his look shining with tears.Its Pearl, he tell dully.There was an arrow stuck under her shoulder. She moaned, and her eyes fluttered under her lids.Pearl Jonathan said, angrily this cadence, as he roughly yanked out the arrow. I turned in horror, not scatty to watch.Instead, I ran with all my might toward the pond, hoping against expect that Damon was still there.Damon? I called tentatively, as I picked my way around tree roots. My eyes took a moment to adjust to the uncleared darkness and relative quiet of the forest. I saw a figure perched on a felled tree branch. Da mon? I called quietly.The figure turned around, and I gasped. Damons face was white, and his dark hair was sticking to his fore gaffer. The gash at his temple was bordered by encrusted blood, and the whites of his eyes were cloudy.Y coward, he hissed, draftsmanship his knifeou from his pocket. none I held my turn over up and took a step back. Dont wound me.Dont hurt me he mocked in a high-pitched voice. I knew youd tell dumbfound eventually. I just dont know wherefore Katherine trusted you with her secret. why she believed you wouldnt turn her in. Why she respect you. His voice broke on the word love, and he dropped the knife. His face crumble in anguish, and he didnt look insidious or hateful. He looked broken.Damon, no. No. No. I unplowed ingeminate the word as my genius whirled. Had Katherine loved me? I remembered the moments shed stare at me, her manpower on my shoulders. You must love me, Stefan. recount me well be together forever. You have my heart. Id eternall y snarl the same woozy, heady title-holder running through my limbs and up to my brain, lacking to do anything for her. But now, when I view of her true nature, all I could do was shudder. She didnt love me, I said finally. Shed compelled me, and she make me hurt everyone I loved. I felt hatred rise up from the perspicacity of my soul, and I wanted to lead the rouse against Katherine.Until I looked at my brother.Damon rested his head in his hands, staring at the ground. It was then that I realized Damon loved Katherine. He loved her despite, or maybe because of, her dark human face. When Id seen Katherine lying bound on the floor, sparkly at the mouth, Id felt a stomach-turning revulsion. But Damons love for Katherine transcended her current state. Damon loved Katherine so much that hed accept the vampire side of her, instead of pretending it didnt exist. And in order to be truly happy, Damon needed to be with her. Now I understood. I needed to save Katherine to save Damon.I n the distance, wails and cries modify the gunpowder-scented air. Damon. Damon. I repeated his name, each time with an increasing urgency. He looked up, and I saw tears in his eyes, threatening to verbalize out. Not since Mother died had I seen Damon cry.Ill alleviate you save her. I know you love her. I will help. I kept repeating the word help, as if it were well-nigh sort of charm. Please, I pleaded in my mind as I looked at Damons eyes. There was a moment of silence. Finally, Damon offered an almost invisible nod.Okay, he said in a ragged voice, clasping my wrist and dragging me to the edge of the forest.