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But then, Damon had always been able to repel any attack on him while he got as many<br />
insults as he liked…before.<br />
Before, he’d have just broken every bone in my hand and gone on baiting me, Matt<br />
guessed. But now…I’m almost as fast as him, and he simply got taken by surprise.<br />
Matt flexed his hand gingerly. It always hurt, of course, but if Meredith could do it to<br />
Caroline, then he could do it to…<br />
Damon?<br />
Damn, did I just take down Damon?<br />
Run, Honeycutt, he seemed to hear the voice of his old coach telling him. Run. Get out of<br />
town. Change your name.<br />
Tried that. Didn’t work. Never even got a T-shirt, Matt thought sourly.<br />
But Damon wasn’t leaping up like a flaming demon from hell, with the eyes of a dragon<br />
and the strength of a raging bull to annihilate Matt. It looked and sounded more as if he were shocked<br />
and indignant from his disheveled hair to his earth-stained boots.<br />
“You…ignorant…childish…” He lapsed into Italian.<br />
“Look,” Matt said. “I’m here to fight, okay? And the smartest guy I ever knew said: ‘If<br />
you’re gonna fight, don’t talk. If you’re gonna talk, don’t fight.’”<br />
Damon tried to snarl as he knelt up and pulled spiny teasel and prickly sida out of his<br />
distressed black jeans. But the snarl didn’t come out quite right. Maybe it was the new shape of his<br />
canines. Maybe it just didn’t have enough conviction behind it. Matt had seen enough defeated guys to<br />
know that this fight was over. A strange exaltation came over him. He was going to keep all his limbs<br />
and organs! It was a precious, precious moment.<br />
All right, then, should I offer him a hand? Matt wondered, to be answered<br />
instantaneously by, Sure, if you’d offer a hand to a temporarily stunned crocodile. What do you<br />
really need ten whole fingers for, anyway?<br />
Oh, well, he thought, turning to go back into the front door. As long as he lived—which,<br />
conceded, might not be too long—he would remember this moment.<br />
As he went in, he bumped into Bonnie, who was rushing out.<br />
“Oh, Matt, oh, Matt,” she cried. She was looking wildly around. “Did you hurt him? Did<br />
he hurt you?”<br />
Matt smacked his fist into the palm of his hand, once. “He’s still sitting down back<br />
there,” he added helpfully.<br />
“Oh, no!” Bonnie gasped, and she hurried out the door.<br />
Okay. Less spectacular of a night. But still a pretty good one.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y did what?” Elena asked Stefan. Cold poultices anchored by tight bandages were wrapped<br />
around her arm, hand, and thigh—Mrs. Flowers had cut her jeans off short—and Mrs. Flowers was<br />
wiping away the dried blood on her neck with herbs.<br />
Her heart was pounding with more than pain. Even she hadn’t realized that Stefan was<br />
tuned in to the entire house when he was awake. All she could do was to shakily thank God that he’d<br />
been asleep while she and Damon—no! She had to stop thinking about it, and right now!<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y went outside to fight,” Stefan said. “It’s idiotic, of course. But it’s a matter of<br />
honor, too. I can’t interfere.”