Stefan’s Diaries: Origins Chapter 27

I ran out onto the lawn. Fire was everywhere, and I discover that the servants quarters had burst into flames. Right now, the main house looked safe, but who knew how want that would last? I power saw glimpses of flames in the woods, and a large free radical converged around the police wagon. But all I cared about was purpose Damon. Finally, I spotted a figure wearing a low-spirited coat, sprinting toward the pond. I dour on my heel and followed him done the field. Stefan I perceive my name and stopped, looking about wildly. Over here I turned and saw Jonathan Gilbert, his eyeball wild, standing at the edge of the forest, a accede and arrow in one hand, his get in the other. Jonathan looked down at his invention almost in disbelief. Theres a vampire in the forest. My compass is pointing, but I need help with a lookout.Jonathan I yelled, panting. I cant I guide to find Suddenly, I saw a beat of white from the forest. Jonathan turned and raised his bow to his shoulder. W ho goes there? he called, his theatrical role ringing like a clarion bell. Instantly, he released the arrow. I saw the beginning of its arc as it flung into the colorfulness. Then we heard a scream, followed by a thud.Jonathan ran into the forest, and I heard a long, low moan. Jonathan I called wildly, accordingly stopped short. I saw Jonathan kneeling over a disposed figure. He turned up to me, his eyes shining with tears.Its Pearl, he utter dully.There was an arrow stuck under her shoulder. She moaned, and her eyes fluttered under her lids.Pearl Jonathan said, angrily this time, as he roughly yanked out the arrow. I turned in horror, not wanting to watch.Instead, I ran with all my might toward the pond, hoping against hope that Damon was unperturbed there.Damon? I called tentatively, as I picked my way around steer roots. My eyes took a turn to adjust to the wooded darkness and relative motionless of the forest. I saw a figure perched on a felled tree branch. Damon? I cal led quietly.The figure turned around, and I gasped. Damons baptistery was white, and his dark bull was sticking to his forehead. The gash at his temple was bordered by crusted blood, and the whites of his eyes were cloudy.Y coward, he hissed, drawing his knifeou from his pocket.No. I held my transfer up and took a step back. Dont hurt me.Dont hurt me he mocked in a high-pitched voice. I knew youd tell Father eventually. I just dont know why Katherine trusted you with her secret. why she believed you wouldnt turn her in. Why she loved you. His voice broke on the vocalise love, and he dropped the knife. His face crumpled in anguish, and he didnt look dangerous or hateful. He looked broken.Damon, no. No. No. I unbroken repeating the word as my mind whirled. Had Katherine loved me? I remembered the moments shed stare at me, her hands on my shoulders. You must love me, Stefan. Tell me well be together forever. You have my heart. Id always felt the same woozy, heady sensation runnin g through my limbs and up to my brain, wanting to do anything for her. But now, when I thought of her lawful 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 depth of my soul, and I wanted to lead the charge 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 side. When Id seen Katherine lying bound on the floor, foaming 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 hire the vampire side of her, instead of pretending it didnt exist. And in order to be truly happy, Damon indispensable to be with her. Now I understood. I needed to celebrate Katherine to save Damon.In the distance, wails and cries filled the gunpowd er-scented air. Damon. Damon. I repeated his name, from each one time with an increasing urgency. He looked up, and I saw tears in his eyes, threatening to spill out. Not since Mother died had I seen Damon cry.Ill help you save her. I know you love her. I will help. I kept repeating the word help, as if it were some 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 imperceptible nod.Okay, he said in a chevy voice, clasping my wrist and dragging me to the edge of the forest.