The Hunters: Phantom Chapter 13

Im so sorry. Im so sorry, Meredith said for the tenth time. Her usual y composed cheek was flushed, and her eyes were bright with unshed tears. lustrelessness didnt remember ever seeing her so upset ab start both(prenominal)thing, especial y something that had ended up not beingness a big deal. Sure, Celia could have been stick step to the fore, plainly the car hadnt touched her.Im fine, real y I am, Meredith, Celia assured her again.I just didnt see you. I dont get by how, but I didnt. Thank God for Alaric, Meredith said, throwing a grateful glance at Alaric, who was sitting close be grimace her and rubbing her back.Its okay, Meredith, he said. Its al okay. Alaric seemed more concerned for Meredith than for Celia, and Matt didnt blame him. Babbling was pretty out of character for Meredith. Alaric wrapped his arms tightly about Meredith, and she visibly relaxed.Celia, on the other hand, tensed not glassfulably as Meredith leaned into Alarics embrace. Matt traded a rueful g lance with sightly.Then Stefan reached out and stroked Elenas shoulder absently, and Matt was surprised to feel a jealous pang of his own. Wasnt he ever going to get over Elena Gilbert? It had been more than a year since they dated, and about a century in experience. fairish was stil assureing him, straightway with a speculative gleam in her eyes, and Matt shot her a bland smile. Hed just as soon not k instantaneously what Bonnie maxim in his face when he mannered at Elena and Stefan.Around this bend and up the slope is the Plunge, he said to Celia, ushering her forward along the trail. Its a piffling blot of a hike, but its the best place around here for a picnic.Absolutely the best, said Bonnie cheerily. We can jump down the waterfal . She fel in on Celias other side, helping him to herd her away from the two couples, who were murmuring to one another softly as they fol owed behind.Is that safe? asked Celia dubiously.Total y, said Bonnie. Everybody jumps the waterfal here, and nobodys ever gotten hurt. unwashed y its safe, said Matt, more cautiously. You and Meredith might want to think about not swimming, Celia.I hate this, Bonnie said. I hate having to be extra attentive because of some dark thing that we dont k straight anything about. Everything should be normal.Normal or not, it was a magnificent picnic. They spread their blankets on the rocks near the top of the waterfal . The smal fal s plummeted down the side of the cliff and ended in a deep pool of effervescent water, making a sort of natural fountain that spil ed into a spend a penny bronze-green pool. Mrs. Flowers had packed salads and breads and desserts for them, as wel as meat and corn to gril on a hibachi Stefan had brought from the boardinghouse. They had more than complete food for a couple days of camping, allow alone one lunch. Elena had stowed cold drinks in a cooler, and, by and by hiking up the trail in the Virginia summer heat, everyone was happy to crack open a lemonade or soda.Even Stefan withalk a water bottle and drank as he started heating the gril , although it was automatical y lowstood by everyone that he would not be eating. Matt had endlessly found the fact that he never saw Stefan eating a little creepy, even forwards Matt knew he was a vampire. The girls squirmed out of jeans and surpass to display their bathing suits, the likes of caterpil ars transforming into butterflies. Meredith was tan and lean in a black one-piece. Bonnie was wearing a petite mermaid-green bikini. Elena wore a soft favourable bandeau that went with her tomentum cerebri. Matt watched Stefan watching her appreciatively, and felt that little twist of jealousy again.Both Elena and Bonnie pul ed their T-shirts back on over their bathing suits close immediately. They always did Their pale skin burned instead of tanned. Celia lounged on a towel, looking spectacular in a casual yet daringly virgule white swimsuit. The effect of the pure white against Celias coffee-c olored skin was amazing. Matt noticed Merediths eyes passing over her and then glancing sharply at Alaric. But Alaric was too busy shucking down to a pair of red trunks. Stefan stayed out of the direct sunlight, remaining in his dark jeans and black T-shirt.Wasnt that a little creepy, too? Matt thought. Stefans ring protected him from the suns rays, didnt it? Did he stil have to stick to the shadows? And what was with the black clothing? Was he pretending to be Damon now? Matt frowned at the thought wizard Damon had been more than enough.Matt shook his head, stretched his arms and legs, turned his face toward the sun, and tried to get rid of his thoughts. He liked Stefan. He always had. Stefan was a approximate guy. A vampire, a dry voice in the back of his mind noted, even a harmless one, can rarely be described as a good guy. Matt ignored the voice.Lets jump he said, and headed toward the waterfal .not Meredith, said Stefan flatly. Not Meredith, and not Celia. You two stay here. There was a little silence, and he glanced up from the gril to see his friends staring at him. He kept his face neutral as he returned their gazes. This was a life-or-death situation. It was Stefans responsibility now to keep them safe, whether they liked it or not. He looked at them each in turn, holding their eyes. He was not going to back down.Meredith had risen to her feet to fol ow Matt to the fal sedge, and she hesitated for a moment, clearly unsure how to react. Then her face hardened, and Stefan saw that she had chosen to take a stand.She stepped toward him. Im sorry, Stefan, she said, her voice level. I know youre worried, but Im going to do what I decide I want to do. I can look after myself.She travel to join Matt, who was standing at the edge of the cliff, but Stefans hand whipped out to grab her wrist, his fingers as strong as steel. No, Meredith, he said firmly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bonnies mouth drop open. Everyone was looking at him with puzzled, ill at ease(p) faces, and Stefan tried to soften his tone. Im just trying to do whats best for you.Meredith sighed, a long, gusty sound, and seemed to be making an effort to let go of some of her anger. I know that, Stefan, she said reasonably, and I appreciate it. But I cant go through the world not doing the things I usual y do, just postponement for whatever this is to come get me.She tried to move around him, but he sidestepped to block her way again.Meredith glanced at Celia, who threw up her hands and shook her head. Dont look at me, Celia said. I have no urge to jump off a cliff. Im just going to lie in the sunshine and let you al work this out yourselves. She leaned back on her hands and turned her face toward the sun. Merediths eyes narrowed and she whirled back to Stefan. As she was opening her mouth, Elena broke in.What if the rest of us go first? she suggested placatingly to Stefan. We can make sure theres nothing clearly dangerous down there. And wel be near her at the bo ttom. Nobodys ever been hurt jumping here, not that Ive heard of. Right, guys? Matt and Bonnie nodded in agreement. Stefan felt himself softening. Whenever Elena used her logical voice and her wide, appealing eyes, he found himself agreeing to plans that, in his bone marrow of hearts, he thought were foolhardy.Elena pressed her advantage. You could stand right by the water below, too, she said. Then, if theres any problem, you could dive in right away. Youre so fast, youd get there before anything bad could happen.Stefan knew this was wrong. He hadnt forgotten that sick swoop of despair, of realizing he was too slow to save someone. Once again, he saw Damons long, graceful leap toward Bonnie that had ended with Damon fal ing to earth, a wooden branch driven through his heart. Damon had died because Stefan was too slow to save him, too slow to realize the danger and save Bonnie himself.Hed also been too late to save Elena when she had driven off the bridge and drowned. The fact that she now lived again didnt mean he hadnt failed her then. He remembered her pale hair floating like seaweed in the chil y water of Wickery Creek, her hands stil resting on the steering wheel, her eyes closed, and shuddered. He had dived repeatedly before he found her. She had been so cold and white when he carried her to shore. Stil , he found himself nodding. What Elena wanted, Elena got. He would stand by and protect Meredith as best as he could, and he prayed, as far as a vampire could pray, that it would be enough.The rest of the friends stayed at the top while, down at the bottom of the fal s, Stefan surveyed the pool at his feet. The water sprayed up exuberantly from where the fal s hit the surface. Warm, pale sand encircled the pools edges, making a tiny beach, and the center of the pool seemed dark and deep.Matt jumped first, with a long, swing whoop as he plummeted. The splash as he hit the water was huge, and he seemed to stay submerged for a long time. Stefan leaned forw ard to watch the water. He couldnt see through the foam thrown up by the fal s, and an anxious quiver shot through his stomach.He was just thinking of nose dive in after him when Matts sleek wet head broke the surface. I touched the bottomhe announced, grinning, and shook his head like a dog, throwing shine drops of water everywhere. He swam toward Stefan, strong tan limbs moving powerful y, and Stefan thought how easy everything seemed for Matt. He was a creature of sunlight and simplicity, while Stefan was stuck in the shadows, brisk a long half-life of secrets and loneliness. Sure, his sapphire ring let him walk in the sun, but being exposed to the sunlight for a long time, like today, was uncomfortable, as if there were some kind of itch deep inside him. It was worse now that he was readjusting to a diet of animal blood again. His uneasiness was yet another reminder that he didnt real y belong here. Not the way Matt did.He shrugged off his sour feelings, surprised at their e mergence in the first place. Matt was a good friend. He always had been. The daylight must be getting to him. Bonnie jumped next, and surfaced more quickly, spit out and snorting. Oof she said. I got water up my nose Ugh She pul ed herself out of the water and perched on a rock near Stefans feet. You dont swim? she asked him.Stefan was struck with a pretentiousness of memory. Damon, tanned and strong, splashing him and laughing in one of his rare fits of good humor. It was hundreds of years ago now. Back when the Salvatore brothers had lived in the sunlight, back before even the great-grandparents of his friends had been born. Not for a long time, he answered. Elena jumped with the same casual grace as she did everything else, straight as an arrow toward the bottom of the fal s, her gold bathing suit and her deluxe hair gleaming in the sunshine. She was underwater for longer than Bonnie had been, and again Stefan tensed, watching the pool. When she broke the surface, she gave the m a rueful grin. I couldnt quite reach the bottom, she said. I was stretching and stretching down. I could see the sand, but the water pushed me back up.I didnt even try, Bonnie said. Ive accepted that Im too short.Elena swam away from the bottom of the fal s and climbed onto the sand, settling next to Bonnie at Stefans feet. Matt climbed out of the water, too, and stood near the fal s, gazing up critical y. Just jump feetfirst, Meredith, he cal ed teasingly. Youre such a show-off.Meredith was poised at the edge of the fal s. She saluted them and then leaped into a perfect swan dive, arching swiftly toward the pool, disappearing smoothly beneath the water with barely a splash.She was on the swim team, Bonnie saidconversational y to Stefan. She has a row of ribbons and trophies on a shelf at home.Stefan nodded absently, his eyes scanning the water. certainly Merediths head would break the surface in a second. The others had taken about this long to reemerge.Can I jump yet? Alaric cal ed from above.No Elena shouted. She go up to her feet and she and Stefan exchanged a worried glance. Meredith had been down there too long.Meredith surfaced, sputtering and pushing her wet hair out of her eyes. Stefan relaxed.I did it she cal ed. I Her eyes widened and she began to shriek, but her scream was cut off as she was abruptly yanked under the water by something they couldnt see. In the space of a breath, she was gone.For a moment, Stefan just stared at where Meredith had been, uneffective to move. Too slow, too slow, an internal voice taunted him, and he pictured Damons face, laughing cruel y and saying again, So fragile, Stefan. He couldnt see Meredith anywhere under the clear, effervescent water. It was as if she had been taken suddenly away. Al of this flew through Stefans head in only a heartbeat, and then he dived into the water after her.Underwater, he couldnt see anything. The white water from the fal s bubbled up, throwing foam and golden sand in front of him.S tefan urgently channeled his Power to his eyes, sharpening his vision, but mostly that just meant that now he could see the individual bubbles of the white water and the grains of sand in sharp relief. Where was Meredith?The bubbling water was trying to push him up to the surface, too. He had to oppose to move forward through the murky water, reaching out. Something brushed his fingers and he grabbed at it, but it was only a handful of slippery pondweed.Where was she? Time was political campaign out. Humans could go without oxygen for only a few minutes before brain damage set in. A few minutes after that, there would be no recovery at al .He remembered Elenas drowning once more, the frail white shape that he had pul ed from Matts wrecked car, ice crystals in her hair. The water here was warm, but would kil Meredith just as surely. He swal owed a sob and reached out frantical y again into the shadowed depths. His fingers found skin, and it moved against his hand. Stefan grasped wh atever limb it was, tight enough to bruise, and surged forward. In less than a second more, he could see that it was Merediths arm. She was conscious, her mouth tight with fear, her hair streaming around her in the water.At first he couldnt see why she hadnt come to the surface. Then Meredith gestured emphatical y, reaching to fumble at long tendrils of pondweed that had somehow run short entangled with her legs.Stefan swam down, pushing against the white water from the fal s, and tried to work his hand under the pondweed to pul it off her. It was wrapped so tightly around Merediths legs that he couldnt get his fingers beneath it. Her skin was pressed white by the strands.Stefan struggled for a moment, then swam closer and let Power surge into him, sharpening and lengthening his canines. He bit, careful not to scratch Merediths legs, and pul ed at the pondweed, but it resisted him. A little late, he realized that the resilience of the plants must be supernatural His Power-enhanced strength was enough to break bones, tear through metal, and should have had no problem with a bit of pondweed.And final y so slow, he reprimanded himself, always just so damn slow he realized what he was looking at. Stefan felt his eyes widen in horror.The tight strands of pondweed against Merediths long legs spel ed out a name.