An unnatural twilight hung over the abandoned graveyard. Snow blurred Elena's
eyes, and the wind numbed her body as if she'd stepped into a current of ice water.
Nevertheless, stubbornly, she did not turn around toward the modern cemetery and
the road beyond it. As best she could judge, Wickery Bridge was straight in front of
her. She headed for that.
The police had found Stefan's abandoned car by Old Creek Road. That meant
he'd left it somewhere between Drowning Creek and the woods. Elena stumbled on
the overgrown path through the graveyard, but she kept moving, head down, arms
hugging her light sweater to her. She had known this graveyard all her life, and she
could find her way through it blind.
By the time she crossed the bridge, her shivering had become painful. It wasn't
snowing as hard now, but the wind was even worse. It cut through her clothes as if
they were made of tissue paper, and took her breath away.
Stefan, she thought, and turned onto Old Creek Road, trudging northward. She
didn't believe what Damon had said. If Stefan were dead she would know. He was
alive, somewhere, and she had to find him. He could be anywhere out in this swirling
whiteness; he could be hurt, freezing. Dimly, Elena sensed that she was no longer
rational. All her thoughts had narrowed down to one single idea. Stefan. Find Stefan.
It was getting harder to keep to the road. On her right were oak trees, on her left,
the swift waters of Drowning Creek. She staggered and slowed. The wind didn't
seem quite so bad any more, but she did feel very tired. She needed to sit down and
rest, just for a minute.
As she sank down beside the road, she suddenly realized how silly she had been
to go out searching for Stefan. Stefan would come to her. All she needed to do was
sit here and wait. He was probably coming right now.
Elena shut her eyes and leaned her head against her drawn-up knees. She felt
much warmer now. Her mind drifted and she saw Stefan, saw him smile at her. His
arms around her were strong and secure, and she relaxed against him, glad to let go
of fear and tension. She was home. She-was where she belonged. Stefan would
never let anything hurt her.
But then, instead of holding her, Stefan was shaking her. He was ruining the
beautiful tranquility of her rest. She saw his face, pale and urgent, his green eyes dark
with pain. She tried to tell him to be still, but he wouldn't listen. Elena, get up, he
said, and she felt the compelling force of those green eyes willing her to do it. Elena,
get up now—
"Elena, get up!" The voice was high and thin and frightened. "Come on, Elena!
Get up! We can't carry you!"
Blinking, Elena brought a face into focus. It was small and heart-shaped, with fair,
almost translucent skin, framed by masses of soft red curls. Wide brown eyes, with
snowflakes caught in the lashes, stared worriedly into hers.
"Bonnie," she said slowly. "What are you doing here?"
"Helping me look for you," said a second, lower voice on Elena's other side. She
turned slightly to see elegantly arched eyebrows and an olive complexion. Meredith's
dark eyes, usually so ironic, were worried now, too. "Stand up, Elena, unless you
want to become an ice princess for real."
There was snow all over her, like a white fur coat. Stiffly, Elena stood, leaning
heavily on the two other girls. They walked her back to Meredith's car.
It should have been warmer inside the car, but Elena's nerve endings were coming
back to life, making her shake, telling her how cold she really was. Winter is an
unforgiving season, she thought as Meredith drove.
"What's going on, Elena?" said Bonnie from the back seat. "What did you think
you were doing, running away from school like that? And how could you come out
here?"
Elena hesitated, then shook her head. She wanted nothing more than to tell Bonnie
and Meredith everything. To tell them the whole terrifying story about Stefan and
Damon and what had really happened last night to Mr. Tanner—and about after. But
she couldn't.
Even if they would believe her, it wasn't her secret to tell.
"Everyone's out looking for you," Meredith said. "The whole school's upset, and
your aunt was nearly frantic."
"Sorry," said Elena dully, trying to stop her violent shivering. They turned onto
Maple Street and pulled up to her house.
Aunt Judith was waiting inside with heated blankets. "I knew if they found you,
you'd be half-frozen," she said in a determinedly cheerful voice as she reached for
Elena. "Snow on the day after Halloween! I can hardly believe it. Where did you girls
find her?"
"On Old Creek Road, past the bridge," said Meredith.
Aunt Judith's thin face lost color. "Near the graveyard? Where the attacks were?
Elena, how could you?…" Her voice trailed off as she looked at Elena. "We won't
say anything more about it right now," she said, trying to regain her cheerful manner.
"Let's get you out of those wet clothes."
"I have to go back once I'm dry," said Elena. Her brain was working again, and
one thing was clear: she hadn't really seen Stefan out there; it had been a dream.
Stefan was still missing.
"You have to do nothing of the kind," said Robert, Aunt Judith's fiancé. Elena
had scarcely noticed him standing off to one side until then. But his tone brooked no
argument. "The police are looking for Stefan; you leave them to their job," he said.
"The police think he killed Mr. Tanner. But he didn't. You know that, don't you?"
As Aunt Judith pulled her sodden outer sweater off, Elena looked from one face to
another for help, but they were all the same. "You know he didn't do it," she
repeated, almost desperately.
There was a silence. "Elena," Meredith said at last, "no one wants to think he did.
But— well, it looks bad, his running away like this."
"He didn't run away. He didn't! He didn't—"
"Elena, hush," said Aunt Judith. "Don't get yourself worked up. I think you must
be getting sick. It was so cold out there, and you got only a few hours of sleep last
night…" She laid a hand on Elena's cheek.
Suddenly it was all too much for Elena. Nobody believed her, not even her friends
and family. At that moment, she felt surrounded by enemies.
"I'm not sick," she cried, pulling away.
"And I'm not crazy, either—whatever you think. Stefan didn't run away and he
didn't kill Mr. Tanner, and I don't care if none of you believes me…" She stopped,
choking. Aunt Judith was fussing around her, hurrying her upstairs, and she let
herself be hurried. But she wouldn't go to bed when Aunt Judith suggested she must
be tired. Instead, once she had warmed up, she sat on the living room couch by the
fireplace, with blankets heaped around her. The phone rang all afternoon, and she
heard Aunt Judith talking to friends, neighbors, the school. She assured all of them
that Elena was fine. The… the tragedy last night had unsettled her a bit, that was all,
and she seemed a little feverish. But she'd be good as new after a rest.
Meredith and Bonnie sat beside her. "Do you want to talk?" Meredith said in a
low voice. Elena shook her head, staring into the fire. They were all against her. And
Aunt Judith was wrong; she wasn't fine. She wouldn't be fine until Stefan was found.
Matt stopped by, snow dusting his blond hair and his dark blue parka. As he
entered the room, Elena looked up at him hopefully. Yesterday Matt had helped save
Stefan, when the rest of the school had wanted to lynch him. But today he returned
her hopeful look with one of sober regret, and the concern in his blue eyes was only
for her.
The disappointment was unbearable. "What are you doing here?" Elena
demanded. "Keeping your promise to 'take care of me'?"
There was a flicker of hurt in his eyes. But Matt's voice was level. "That's part of
it, maybe. But I'd try to take care of you anyway, no matter what I promised. I've
been worried about you. Listen, Elena—"
She was in no mood to listen to anyone. "Well, I'm just fine, thank you. Ask
anybody here. So you can stop worrying. Besides, I don't see why you should keep
a promise to a murderer."
Startled, Matt looked at Meredith and Bonnie. Then he shook his head helplessly.
"You're not being fair."
Elena was in no mood to be fair either. "I told you, you can stop worrying about
me, and about my business. I'm fine, thanks."