The Hunters: Moonsong Chapter Twenty-Five

Dear Diary,I cant believe what a fritter I am, what a faithless, worthless fool.I should never have candy kissed Damon, or let him kiss me.The look on Stefans face when he order us was warm partialityednessbreaking. His features were so stiff and pale, as if he was made of ice, and his look were shining with tears. And consequently it bring unwrapmed like a light went step forward within him, and he looked at me like he hated me.Like I was Katherine. No matter what happened between us, Stefan never looked at me like that before.I wont believe it. Stefan could never hate me.Every beat of my heart tells me that we conk together, that nothing can tear us apart.Ive been such a fool, and Ive blemish Stefan, although that was the one thing I never cute to do. But this isnt the decease for us. Once I apologize and explain what a moment of insaneness he witnessed, hell forgive me. Once I can touch him again, hell see how sorry I am.It was only the adrenaline from coming so co nstrictive to death, from that car chasing after us. Neither Damon nor I really wanted the some former(a) one, that kiss was just us clinging hard to life.No. I cant lie. non here. I have to be honest with myself, even if I realise with everyone else. I wanted to kiss Damon. I wanted to touch Damon. I always have.But I dont have to. I can break down myself, and I leave alone. I dont want to cause Stefan any much pain.Stefan will understand that, will understand that Ill do anything I can to actualize him happy again, and because hell forgive me.This cant be the end. I wont let it be.Elena unopen her journal and dialed Stefans number once more, letting the send for ring until it went to voicemail and then hanging up. Shed cal ed him several times last night, then over and over again this morning. Stefan could see her cal ing, she knew. He always kept his retrieve on. He always answered, too he seemed to feel some engagement to be available since he had the phone with hi m.The fact that he wasnt respondent meant he was avoiding her on purpose.Elena shook her head fiercely and dialed again. Stefan was going to hark to her. She wasnt going to let him turn her away. Once she explained and he forgave her, everything could go ass to normal. They could end this separation that was making them both so unhappy clearly, it hadnt worked out the way she intended.Except, what exactly was she going to say? Elena sighed and flopped down backward onto her bed, her heart sinking. Adrenaline from the cars pursuit aside, al she could real y say was that she hadnt meant for the kiss with Damon to happen, that she didnt want him, not real y. She wanted Stefan. Al she could tel him was that it wasnt something she had expected or planned. That Damon wasnt the one she wanted. Not truly. That she would always choose Stefan.That would have to be enough. Elena dialed again.This time, Stefan picked up.Elena, he said flatly.Stefan, please listen to me, Elena said in a rush . Im so sorry. I never I dont want to talk about this, Stefan said, rude(a) her off. Please stop cal ing me.But, please, Stefan I love you, but Stefans voice was voiced but cold. I dont think we can be together. Not if I cant trust you. The line went dead. Elena pul ed the phone away from her ear and stared at it for a moment, puzzled, before she realized what had happened. Stefan, dear, darling Stefan who had always been there for her, who love her no matter what she did, had hung up on her.Meredith pul ed one pick up behind her back, held it in both hands, breathed deep, and slowly pul ed the foot higher, stretching her quadriceps muscle.It felt good to stretch, to get a little blood flowing after her late night. She was looking in front to sparring with Samantha. There was a new move Meredith had figured out, a little something kickboxing inspired, that she thought Sam was going to love, once she got over the take aback of being knocked down by Meredith once again. Samanth a had been getting faster and more sure of herself as they kept working out together, and Meredith definitely wanted to keep her on her toes.That was, it would be terrific to spar with Samantha, if Samantha ever actual y arrived. Meredith glanced at her watch. Sam was almost twenty minutes late.Of course, theyd been out late the night before. But stil , it wasnt like Samantha not to show up when she said she was going to. Meredith turned on her phone to see if she had a message, then cal ed Samantha. No answer.Meredith left a quick voicemail, then hung up and went back to stretching, trying to ignore the faint quiver of unease running through her. She circled her shoulders, stretched her arms behind her back.Maybe Samantha just forgot and had her phone turned off. Maybe she overslept. Samantha was a hunter she wasnt in danger from whoever or whatever was stalking the campus.Sighing, Meredith gave up on her workout routine. She wasnt going to be able to focus until she checked on Samantha, even though the other girl was probably fine.Undoubtedly fine. Scooping up her backpack, she headed for the door. She could get in a run on the way over.The sun was shining, the air was crisp, and Merediths feet pounded the paths in a regular rhythm as she wove between people wandering just about campus. By the time she reached Samanthas dorm, she was thinking that maybe Sam would want to go for a nice long run with her instead of sparring today.She tapped on Samanthas door, cal ing, Rise and shine, sleepyhead The door, not latched, drifted open a little.Samantha? Meredith said, pushing it open farther.The smel frivol away her firstborn. Like rust and salt, with an underlying odor of decay, it was so strong Meredith staggered backward, hand clapping a hand over her nose and mouth.Despite the smel , Meredith couldnt at first understand what was al over the wal s. Paint? she wondered, her brain feeling slow and slow. Why would Samantha be painting? It was so red. She wa lked through the door slowly, although something in her was starting to scream.No, no, get away.Blood. Bloodbloodbloodblood. Meredith wasnt feeling slow and sluggish anymore her heart was pounding, her head was spinning, her breath was coming hard and fast.There was death in this room.She had to see. She had to see Samantha. Despite every nerve in her body press her to run, to fight, Meredith kept moving forward.Samantha lay on her back, the bed beneath her laden red with blood. She looked like she had been ripped apart.Her open eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, unblinking.She was dead.