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was proper javelin size, had gone through Damon’s shoulder, which must hurt like hell, in addition to<br />
having splattered a blood drop right at the corner of his mouth. But far more annoying than that was<br />
the fact that he had closed his eyes against her. That was how Elena thought of it. He was shutting<br />
them out deliberately—maybe because he was angry; maybe because of the pain in his shoulder. But it<br />
reminded her of the steel wall feeling she’d gotten the last time she’d tried to touch his mind—and,<br />
damn, couldn’t he tell he was scaring them?<br />
“Open your eyes, Damon,” she said, flushing, because that was what he wanted her to<br />
say. He really was the greatest manipulator of all. “Open your eyes, I said!” Now she was really<br />
irritated. “Don’t play possum, because you’re not fooling anyone, and we’ve really had enough!” She<br />
was about to shake him hard when something lifted her into the air, into Stefan’s line of vision.<br />
Stefan was in pain, but surely not as badly as Damon, so she was looking back to curse<br />
Damon when Stefan said harshly, “Elena, he can’t!”<br />
For just the tiniest fleeting instant the words sounded like nonsense to her. Not only<br />
garbled, but meaningless, like saying someone couldn’t stop their appendix from doing—whatever it<br />
was an appendix did. That was all the respite that she got, and then she had to deal with what her eyes<br />
were showing her.<br />
Damon wasn’t pinned by his shoulder. He’d been staked, just slightly to the left of center<br />
of his torso.<br />
Exactly where his heart was.<br />
Words drifted back to her. Words that someone had once said—although she couldn’t<br />
remember who right now. “You can’t kill a vampire so easily. We only die if you stake us through<br />
the heart….”<br />
Die? Damon die? This was some kind of mistake…<br />
“Open your eyes!” “Elena, he can’t!”<br />
But she knew, without knowing how, that Damon wasn’t dead. She wasn’t surprised that<br />
Stefan didn’t know it; it was a hum on a private frequency between her and Damon.<br />
“Come on, hurry, give me your axe,” she said, so desperately, and with such an air of<br />
knowledge that Stefan handed it over wordlessly, and obeyed when she told him to steady the curving<br />
spider-leg branch from above and below. <strong>The</strong>n with a few quick strokes of the axe she cut through the<br />
black branch that was thick enough in circumference that she couldn’t have clasped her fingers around<br />
it. It was done in a spurt of pure adrenaline, but she knew it awed Stefan and allowed him to let her<br />
continue doing it.<br />
When she was finished, she had a loose spider-leg branch that drooped back to the tree,<br />
anchored to nothing—and something that looked more like a proper stake in Damon.<br />
It wasn’t until she began pulling upward on the stake that a horrified Stefan made her<br />
stop.<br />
“Elena! Elena, I wouldn’t lie to you! This is just what these branches are for. For<br />
intruders who are vampires. Look, love—see.” He was showing her another of the spider legs that<br />
was anchored in the sand, and the barbs on it. Just like the backward-facing tines of a primitive stone<br />
arrowhead.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>se branches are meant to be like this,” Stefan was saying. “And if you pulled up on<br />
it hard enough, you’d just—just end up pulling out chunks of—his heart.”<br />
Elena froze. She wasn’t sure she really could understand the words—she couldn’t allow<br />
herself to, or she might picture it. But it didn’t matter.<br />
“I’ll destroy it some other way,” she said shortly, looking at Stefan but not able to see the