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24<br />
Stefan woke early. He spent the time from dawn until breakfast just watching Elena, who even in<br />
sleep had an inner glow like a golden flame through a faintly rose-colored candle.<br />
At breakfast, everyone was more or less still wrapped up in thoughts of the day before.<br />
Meredith showed Matt the picture of her brother, Cristian, the vampire. Matt briefly told Meredith<br />
about the inner workings of the Ridgemont court system and painted her a picture of Caroline as<br />
werewolf. It was clear that both of them felt safer at the boardinghouse than anywhere else.<br />
And Elena, who had woken up with Stefan’s mind all around her, embracing her, and her<br />
own mind still full of light, was completely at a loss for a Plan A or any other letter. She had to be<br />
told gently by the others that only one thing made sense.<br />
“Stefan,” Matt said, draining a mug of Mrs. Flowers’s pitch-black coffee. “He’s the only<br />
one who might be able to use his mind instead of Post-it Notes on the kids.”<br />
And, “Stefan,” said Meredith. “He’s the only one Shinichi might be afraid of.”<br />
“I’m no use at all,” Elena said sadly. She had no appetite. She had gotten dressed with a<br />
feeling of love and compassion toward all humankind and a desire to help protect her hometown, but<br />
as everyone pointed out, she was probably going to have to spend the day in the root cellar. Reporters<br />
might come to call.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y’re right, Stefan sent to Elena. I’m the only logical person to find out what’s really<br />
going on in Fell’s Church.<br />
He actually went while the rest of them were finishing breakfast. Only Elena knew why;<br />
only she could feel him at the limits of her telepathic range.<br />
Stefan was hunting. He drove into the New Wood, got out, and finally startled a rabbit<br />
out of the brush. He Influenced it to rest and not be frightened. Surreptitiously, in this thin woodland<br />
without cover, he took a little blood from it…and choked.<br />
It tasted like some kind of hideous liquid flavored with rodent. Was a rabbit a rodent? He<br />
had been lucky enough to find a rat one day in his prison cell and it had tasted vaguely like this.<br />
But now, for days, he had been drinking human blood. Not just that, but the rich, potent<br />
blood of strong, adventurous, and in several cases paranormally talented individuals—the crème de<br />
la crème. How could he have gotten used to it so quickly?<br />
It shamed him now, to think of what he’d taken. Elena’s blood, of course, was enough to<br />
drive any vampire wild. And Meredith, whose blood had the deep crimson taste of some primordial<br />
ocean, and Bonnie, who tasted like a telepath’s dessert. And finally Matt, the All-American redblooded<br />
boy.