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5<br />
“I thought you wanted to get out so we could talk to Damon,” Stefan said, still hand in hand with<br />
Elena as she made a sharp right turn onto the rickety stairway that led to the second-floor rooms and,<br />
above that, to Stefan’s attic.<br />
“Well, unless he kills Matt and runs I don’t see what’s to keep us from talking to him<br />
tomorrow.” Elena glanced back at Stefan and dimpled. “I took your advice and thought a little about<br />
the two of them. Matt’s a pretty tough quarterback and they’re both only human now, right? Anyway,<br />
it’s time for your dinner.”<br />
“Dinner?” Stefan’s canine teeth responded automatically—embarrassingly quickly—to<br />
the word. He really needed to have a word with Damon later and make sure Damon understood his<br />
place as a guest at the boardinghouse—nothing more—but it was true, he could do that tomorrow. It<br />
might even be more effective tomorrow, when Damon’s own pent-up rage was spent.<br />
He pressed his tongue against his fangs, trying to force them back down, but the small<br />
stimulation caused them to sharpen, nicking his lip. Now they were aching pleasantly. All in response<br />
to a single word: dinner.<br />
Elena threw him a teasing glance over her shoulder and giggled. She was one of those<br />
lucky females with a beautiful laugh. But this was a clearly mischievous giggle, straight from her<br />
wicked, scheming childhood. It made Stefan want to tickle her to hear more; it made him want to<br />
laugh with her; it made him want to grab her and demand to know the joke. Instead he said, “What’s<br />
up, love?”<br />
“Someone has sharp teeth,” she responded innocently, and giggled again. He lost himself<br />
in admiration for a second and also suddenly lost hold of her hand. Laughing like a musical cascade<br />
of white water over rock, she ran up the stairs ahead of him, both to tease and to show him what good<br />
shape she was in, he thought. If she had stumbled, or faltered, she knew he would decide that her<br />
donation of blood was harming her.<br />
So far it didn’t seem to be damaging any of his friends, or he would have insisted on a<br />
rest for that person. But even Bonnie, as delicate as a dragonfly, hadn’t seemed to be the worse for it.<br />
Elena raced up the stairs knowing that Stefan was smiling behind her, and there was no shadow of<br />
mistrust in his mind. She didn’t deserve it, but that only made her more anxious to please him.<br />
“Have you had your dinner?” Stefan asked as they reached his room.<br />
“Long ago; roast beef—cooked.” She smiled.