07 The Return_ Midnight - L. J. Smith

he’d had his puppet, Damon, do when he’d held Elena and Matt hostage before—except that he didn’t
need a pine branch to direct the pain. Black energy erupted directly from his hands into Bonnie’s
small body.
But there was another factor he hadn’t taken into account. When he’d had Damon attack
Matt and Elena he’d had the sense to keep away from them while directing agony into their bodies.
This time, he’d seized Bonnie and wrapped his arms around her. And Bonnie was a most excellent
telepath herself, especially at projecting. When the first wave of agony hit her, she screamed—and
redirected the pain toward Shinichi.
It was like completing a circuit. It didn’t hurt Bonnie any less, but it meant that anything
Shinichi did to her he felt in his own body, amplified by Bonnie’s terror. That was the system that
Elena slammed into as hard as she could. When her head impacted with his knee, his kneebone was
the more fragile of the two, and something inside it crackled. Dazed, she concentrated on twisting the
knife she’d stabbed through his foot and into the soil below.
It wouldn’t have worked if she hadn’t had two extremely agile vampires right behind her.
Since Shinichi didn’t fall over, she would just have been putting her neck at the perfect level for him
to snap cleanly.
But Stefan was only a split second behind her. He seized her and was out of Shinichi’s
reach before the kitsune could even assess the situation properly.
“Let me go,” Elena gasped at Stefan. She was determined to get Bonnie. “I left my knife,”
she added craftily, finding a more concrete reason for forcing Stefan to let her back into the fray.
“Where?”
“In his foot, of course.”
She could feel Stefan trying not to laugh out loud. “I think that’s a good place to leave it.
Take one of mine,” he added.
If you’ve quite finished your little chat, you might get rid of his tails, came Damon’s
cold telepathy.
At that moment Bonnie passed out, but with her own telepathic circuits still wide open
and directed back toward Shinichi. And now Damon had gone into offensive mode, as if he cared
nothing about Bonnie’s well-being, as long as he could get through her to Shinichi.
Stefan, quick as a striking snake, went for one of the many tails that now waved behind
Shinichi, advertising his tremendous Power. Most of them were translucent, and they surrounded his
real tail—the flesh-and-blood tail that every fox had.
Stefan’s knife went snick and one of the phantom tails fell to the ground and then
disappeared. There was no blood, but Shinichi keened in fury and pain.
Damon, meanwhile, was ruthlessly attacking from the front. As soon as Stefan had
distracted the kitsune from the back, Damon slashed both Shinichi’s wrists—one quickly on the
upstroke, the other just as fast on the down-stroke. Then he went for a body blow just at the moment
that Stefan, with Elena held like a baby on his hip, snicked away another phantom tail.
Elena was struggling. She was seriously worried that Damon would kill Bonnie to get to
Shinichi. And besides, she herself would not be toted around like a piece of luggage! Civilization had
tumbled down all around her and she was reacting from her deepest instincts: protect Stefan, protect
Bonnie, protect Fell’s Church. Put the enemy down. She hardly realized that in her heightened state
she had sunk her unfortunately still-human teeth into Stefan’s shoulder.
He winced slightly, but he listened to her. All right! Try to get Bonnie, then—see if you
can ease her.