The Vampire Diaries: The Awakening Chapter Two

Elena was surrounded the instant she stepped into the high school parking lot. Everyone was there, the whole crowd she hadnt chancen since late June, plus four or 5 hangers-on who hoped to gain popularity by association. One by one she accepted the welcoming hugs of her own group.Caroline had grown at least an inch and was slinkier and much deal aVogue model than ever so. She greeted Elena coolly and stepped back again with her green eyes narrowed handle a cats. fairish hadnt grown at altogether, and her curly red crack barely came up to Elenas chin as she flung her arms around Elena. Wait a minute-curls? thought Elena. She pushed the smaller misfire back.Bonnie What did you do to your sensory hair?Do you like it? I think it makes me look taller. Bonnie fluffed up the al piss fluffy bangs and smiled, her brown eyes sparkling with excitement, her little heart-shaped face alight.Elena move on. Meredith. You havent changed at all. This hug was equally warm on both sides. She had missed Meredith more than anyone, Elena thought, face at the tall daughter. Meredith neer wore any makeup however then(prenominal), with perfect olive skin and heavy black lashes, she didnt need any. Right now she had one elegant eyebrow raised as she studied Elena.Well, your hair is two shades lighter from the sun plainly wheres your tan? I thought you were living it up on the French Riviera.You realize I never tan. Elena held up her hands for her own inspection. The skin was flawless, like porcelain, scarce almost as fair and translucent as Bonnies.Just a minute that re sees me, Bonnie interjected, snatching one of Elenas hands. Guess what I learned from my cousin this summer? Before anyone could speak, she informed them triumphantly Palm readingThere were groans, and some laughter.Laugh patch you can, tell Bonnie, not at all disturbed. My cousin told me Im psychic. Now, let me see She peered into Elenas palm.Hurry up or were breathing push through to be late, ve rbalize Elena a eccentric impatiently.All right, all right. Now, this is your animation line-or is it your heart line? In the crowd, mortal snickered. Quiet Im reaching into the void. I see I see All at once, Bonnies face went blank, as if she were startled. Her brown eyes widened, but she no longer seemed to be staring at Elenas hand. It was as if she were lookingthrough it-at something frightening.You will meet a tall, semi mordant stranger, Meredith murmured from butt joint her. There was a flurry of giggles.Dark, yes, and a stranger but not tall. Bonnies vocalisation was hushed and faraway.Although, she continued after a moment, looking puzzled, he was tall, once. Her wide brown eyes lifted to Elenas in bewilderment. But thats impossible isnt it? She dropped Elenas hand, almost flinging it away. I dont insufficiency to see any more.Okay, shows everyplace. Lets go, Elena told the others, vaguely irritated. Shed always mat psychic tricks were just that-tricks. So why was she annoyed? Just because that morning shed almost freaked out herselfThe girls started toward the school building, but the roar of a finely tuned beat back stopped them all in their tracks.Well, now, Caroline said, staring. Quite a car.Quite a Porsche, Meredith corrected dryly.The sleek black 911 Turbo purred through the parking lot, searching for a space, moving as lazily as a panther stalking prey.When the car came to a stop, the door opened, and they glimpsed the driver. Oh, my God, Caroline whispered.You can say that again, breathed Bonnie.From where she stood, Elena could see he had a lean, flat-muscled body. Faded jeans he probably had to peel off at night, tight T-shirt, and a leather poll of unusual cut. His hair was wavy-and dark.He wasnt tall, though. Just average height.Elena let out her breath.Whois that masked man? said Meredith. And the remark was apt-dark sun furnish completely covered the male childs eyes, shielding his face like a mask.That maskedstranger , som eone else said, and a babble of voices rose up.Do you see that jacket? Thats Italian, as in Roma.How would you know? Youve never been farther than Rome, New York, in your lifeUh-oh. Elenas got that look again. The hunting look.Short-Dark-and-Handsome had break in be careful.He isnt short hes perfectThrough the gossip, Carolines voice suddenly rang out. Oh, come on, Elena. Youve already got Matt. What more do you want? What can you do with two that you cant do with one?The same thing-solely longer, drawled Meredith, and the group dissolved into laughter.The boy had locked his car and was walking toward school. Casually, Elena started after him, the other girls right behind her in a close-knit pack. For an instant, annoyance bubbled up inside her. Couldnt she goanywhere without a parade on her heels? But Meredith caught her eye, and she smiled in spite of herself.Noblesse oblige, Meredith said frailly.What?If youre going to be queen of the school, you have to put up with the conseq uences.Elena frowned at this as they entered the building. A long corridor stretched before them, and a figure in jeans and leather jacket was disappearing through the office doorway up ahead. Elena slowed her pace as she walked up to the office, finally stopping to glance thoughtfully at the messages on the bobber bulletin board by the door. There was a large window here, through which the entire office was visible.The other girls were openly gazing through the window, and giggling. Nice rachis view. That isdefinitely an Armani jacket. You think hes from out of state?Elena was straining her ears for the boys name. There seemed to be some kind of trouble in there Mrs. Clarke, the admissions secretary, was looking at a refer and shaking her head. The boy said something, and Mrs. Clarke lifted her hands in a What can I say? gesture. She ran a finger down the list and shake her head again, conclusively. The boy started to turn away, then rancid back. And when Mrs. Clarke looked up a t him, her expression changed.The boys sun furnish were now in his hand. Mrs. Clarke seemed startled by something Elena could see her blink of an eye some(prenominal) times. Her lips opened and closed as if she were trying to speak.Elena wished she could see more than the back of the boys head. Mrs. Clarke was fumbling through piles of paper now, looking dazed. At furthermost she found a form of some kind and wrote on it, then turned it around and pushed it toward the boy.The boy wrote briefly on the form-signing it, probably-and returned it. Mrs. Clarke stared at it a second, then fumbled through a new pile of papers, finally handing what looked like a class schedule to him. Her eyes never left wing the boy as he took it, inclined his head in thanks, and turned to the door.Elena was wild with curiosity by now. What had just happened in there? And what did this strangers face look like? But as he emerged from the office, he was settling his sunglasses in place again. Disappoint ment coursed through her.Still, she could see the rest of his face as he paused in the doorway. The dark curly hair framed features so fine that they might have been taken from an old Roman coin or medallion. High cheekbones, classical neat nose and a mouth to keep you awake at night, Elena thought. The upper lip was beautifully sculpted, a little sensitive, a whole lot sensual. The chatter of the girls in the hallway had stopped as if someone had thrown a switch.Most of them were turning away from the boy now, looking anywhere but at him. Elena held her place by the window and gave a little toss to her head, pulling the ribbon out of her hair so that it fell loose around her shoulders.Without looking to either side, the boy moved on down the hallway. A chorus of sighs and whispers flared up the moment he was out of earshot.Elena didnt hear any of it.Hed walked right by her, she thought, dazed. Right by without a glance.Dimly, she established the bell was ringing. Meredith was tug ging her arm.What?I said heres your schedule. Weve got trig on the second floor right now. Come onElena allowed Meredith to motivate her down the corridor, up a flight of stairs, and into a classway. She slid into an empty seat automatically and fixed her eyes on the instructor at the front without really seeing her. The shock still hadnt worn off.Hed walked right by. Without a glance. She couldnt remember how long it had been since a boy had done that. They all looked, at least. close to whistled. Some stopped to talk. Some just stared.And that had always been fine with Elena. After all, what was more important than boys? They were the mark of how popular you were, of how beautiful you were. And they could be useful for all sorts of things. sometimes they were exciting, but usually that didnt last long. Sometimes they were creeps from the beginning.Most boys, Elena reflected, were like puppies. Adorable in their place, but expendable. A very few could be more than that, could be come real friends. Like Matt.Oh, Matt. Last year shed hoped that he was the one she was looking for, the boy who could make her feel well, something more. More than the rush of triumph at making a conquest, the pride in showing your new acquisition off to the other girls. And shehad come to feel a strong affection for Matt. But over the summer, when shed had time to think, shed realized it was the affection of a cousin or sister.Ms. Halpern was passing out trigonometry nurses. Elena took hers mechanically and wrote her name inside, still wrapped in thought.She liked Matt more than any other boy shed known. And that was why she was going to have to tell him it was over.She hadnt known how to tell him in a letter. She didnt know how to tell him now. It wasnt that she was afraid hed kick up a fuss he just wouldnt understand. She didnt really understand herself.It was as if she were always reaching for something. Only, when she thought shed got it, it wasnt there. non with Matt, not w ith any of the boys shed had.And then she had to start all over again. Fortunately, there was always fresh material. No boy had ever resisted her successfully, and no boy had ever ignored her. Until now.Until now. Remembering that moment in the hall, Elena found that her fingers were clenched on the pen she held. She still couldnt believe hed brushed by her that way.The bell rang and everyone flooded out of the classroom, but Elena paused in the doorway. She bit her lip, scanning the river of students flowing through the hall. Then she spotted one of the hangers-on from the parking lot.Frances Come here.Frances came eagerly, her plain face brightening.Listen, Frances, you remember that boy this morning?With the Porsche and the-er-assets? How could I forget?Well, I want his class schedule. Get it from the office if you can, or copy it from him if you have to. But do itFrances looked surprised for a moment, then grinned and nodded. Okay, Elena. Ill try. Ill meet you at lunch if I can get it.Thanks. Elena watched the girl go. You know, you really are crazy, Merediths voice said in her ear.Whats the use of being queen of the school if you cant pull a little rank sometimes? returned Elena calmly. Where do I go now?General Business. Here, take it yourself. Meredith thrust a schedule at her. Ive got to run for chemistry. LaterGeneral Business and the rest of the morning passed in a blur. Elena had hoped to catch another glimpse of the new student, but he was in none of her classes. Mattwas in one, and she felt a pang as his blue eyes met hers with a smile.At the lunch bell, she nodded greetings right and left as she walked to the cafeteria. Caroline was outside, posed casually against a wall with chin up, shoulders back, hips forward. The two boys she was talking to fell silent and nudged each other as Elena approached.Hi, Elena said briefly to the boys and to Caroline Ready to go in and eat?Carolines green eyes barely flickered toward Elena, and she pushed glossy a uburn hair out of her face. What, at theroyal defer ? she said.Elena was taken aback. She and Caroline had been friends since kindergarten, and they had always competed with each other good-naturedly. But lately something had happened to Caroline. Shed begun to take the rivalry more and more seriously. And now Elena was surprised at the resentment in the other girls voice.Well, its hardly as if you were a commoner, she said lightly.Oh, youre so right round that, said Caroline, turning to face Elena fully. Those green cat-eyes were slitted and smoky, and Elena was shocked by the hostility she saw there. The two boys smiled uneasily and edged away.Caroline didnt seem to notice. A lot of things changed while you were gone this summer, Elena, she continued. And just maybe your time on the throne is running out.Elena had flushed she could feel it. She struggled to keep her voice steady. Maybe, she said. But I wouldnt buy a scepter just yet if I were you, Caroline. She turned and went into the lunchroom.It was a relief to see Meredith and Bonnie, and Frances beside them. Elena felt her cheeks cool as she selected her lunch and went to join them. She wouldnt let Caroline upset her she wouldnt think of Caroline at all.I got it, said Frances, waving a piece of paper as Elena sat down.And I have some good stuff, said Bonnie importantly. Elena, listen to this. Hes in my biology class, and I sit right across from him. And his name is Stefan, Stefan Salvatore, and hes from Italy, and hes boarding with old Mrs. Flowers on the edge of town. She sighed. He isso romantic. Caroline dropped her books, and he picked them up for her.Elena make a wry face. How clumsy of Caroline. What else happened? Well, thats all. He didnt really talk to her. Hes ver-r-ry mysterious, you see. Mrs. Endicott, my biology teacher, tried to get him to take off his glasses, but he wouldnt. He has a medical condition.What kind of medical condition?I dont know. Maybe its terminal and his days are numb ered. Wouldnt that be romantic?Oh, very, said Meredith.Elena was looking over Francess winding-sheet of paper, biting her lip. Hes in my s even soth period, History of Europe. Anybody else have that class?I do, said Bonnie. And I think Caroline does, too. Oh, and maybe Matt he said something yesterday about how it was just his luck, getting Mr. Tanner.Marvelous, Elena thought, picking up a fork and stabbing at her mashed potatoes. It looked as if seventh period was going to beextremely interesting.Stefan was radiant the school day was almost over. He wanted to get out of these crowded rooms and corridors, just for a few minutes.So many minds. The crush of so many thought patterns, so many mental voices surrounding him, was making him dizzy. It had been years since he had been in a swarm of people like this.One mind in particular stood out from the others. She had been among those watching him in the main corridor of the school building. He didnt know what she looked like, but her personality was powerful. He felt sure hed recognize it again.So far, at least, hed survived the first day of the masquerade. Hed used the Powers only twice, and then sparingly. But he was tired, and, he admitted ruefully, hungry. The rabbit hadnt been enough.Worry about that later. He found his last classroom and sat down. And immediately he felt the presence of that mind again.It glowed at the edge of his consciousness, a golden light, soft and yet vibrant. And, for the first time, he could locate the girl it was coming from. She was seated right in front of him.Even as he thought it, she turned around and he saw her face. It was all he could do not to gasp in shock.Katherine But of course it couldnt be. Katherine was dead no one knew that better than he did.Still, the resemblance was uncanny. That pale golden hair, so fair it almost seemed to shimmer. That creamy skin, which had always made him think of swans, or alabaster, flushing faintly pink over the cheekbones. And the eyes Katherines eyes had been a color he had never seen before darker than sky blue, as rich as the lapis lazuli in her jeweled headband. This girl had those same eyes.And they were fixed directly on his as she smiled. He looked down from the smile quickly. Of all things, he did not want to think about Katherine. He didnt want to look at this girl who reminded him of her, and he didnt want to feel her presence any longer. He kept his eyes on the desk, blocking his mind as strongly as he knew how. And at last, slowly, she turned around again.She was hurt. Even through the blocks, he could feel that. He didnt care. In fact, he was iris of it, and he hoped it would keep her away from him. Other than that, he had no feelings about her at all.He kept telling himself this as he sat, the droning voice of the teacher pouring over him unheard. But he could smell a subtle hint of some perfume-violets, he thought. And her slender white neck was arcuate over her book, the fair hair falling on eit her side of it.In anger and frustration he recognized the seductive feeling in his teeth-more a tickling or a tingling than an ache. It was hunger, a specific hunger. And not one he was about to indulge.The teacher was pacing about the room like a ferret, asking questions, and Stefan designedly fixed his attention on the man. At first he was puzzled, for although none of the students knew the answers, the questions kept coming. Then he realized that that was the mans purpose. To shame the students with what they didnt know.Just now hed found another victim, a small girl with clusters of red curls and a heart-shaped face. Stefan watched in distaste as the teacher badgered her with questions. She looked wretched as he turned away from her to address the entire class.You see what I mean? You think youre pretty hot stuff youre seniors now, ready to graduate. Well, let me tell you, some of you arent ready to graduate kindergarten. Like this He gestured toward the red-haired girl. No ide a about the French Revolution. Thinks Marie Antoinette was a silent film star.Students all around Stefan were shifting uncomfortably. He could feel the resentment in their minds, and the humiliation. And the fear. They were all afraid of this thin little man with eyes like a weasel, even the husky boys who were taller than he was.All right, lets try another era. The teacher swung back to the same girl hed been questioning. During the Renaissance- He broke off. Youdo know what the Renaissance is, dont you? The period amid the thirteenth and seventeenth centuries, in which Europe rediscovered the great ideas of ancient Greece and Rome? The period that produced so many of Europes greatest artists and thinkers? When the girl nodded confusedly, he continued. During the Renaissance, what would students your age be doing at school? Well? Any idea at all? Any guesses?The girl swallowed hard. With a weak smile she said, Playing football?At the ensuing laughter, the teachers face darkened. H ardly he snapped, and the classroom quieted. You think this is a joke? Well, in those days, students your age would already be proficient in several languages. They would also have mastered logic, mathematics, astronomy, philosophy, and grammar. They would be ready to go on to a university, in which every course was taught in Latin. Football would be utterly the last thing on-Excuse me.The quiet voice stopped the teacher in midharangue. Everyone turned to stare at Stefan. What? What did you say?I said, excuse me, Stefan repeated, removing his glasses and standing up. But youre wrong. Students in the Renaissance were encouraged to participate in games. They were taught that a healthy body goes with a healthy mind. And they certainly played aggroup sports, like cricket, tennis-and even football. He turned to the red-haired girl and smiled, and she smiled back gratefully. To the teacher, he added, But the most important things they learned were good manners and courtesy. Im sure your book will tell you that.Students were grinning. The teachers face was red with blood, and he was sputtering. But Stefan continued to hold his eyes, and after another minute it was the teacher who looked away.The bell rang.Stefan put his glasses on quickly and gathered his books. Hed already drawn more attention to himself than he should, and he didnt want to have to look at the blond girl again. Besides, he needed to get out of here quickly there was a familiar burning sensation in his veins.As he reached the door, someone shouted, Hey Did they really play football back then?He couldnt help throwing a grin over his shoulder. Oh, yes. Sometimes with the severed heads of prisoners of war.Elena watched him as he went. Hed deliberately turned away from her. Hed snubbed her on purpose, and in front of Caroline, whod been watching like a hawk. Tears burned in her eyes, but at that moment only one thought burned in her mind.Shed have him, even if it killed her. If it killed both of them, shed have him.