Part 15:
Keller, Jez, Delos and Quinn ran after the person who had thrown
the rock. They caught up in no time, and Quinn picked the boy up
with ease and threw him over one shoulder.
"Let me go! Let me go! I didn't do nothin'!" the boy's voice
yelled out disturbing the quiet stillness of the night. It was
easy to see that the boy was human. Although the boy was
struggling with all his might he couldn't even change Quinn's
grip.
"Who are you?" Keller demanded of the boy.
"I ain't sayin'," he snapped. He continued to beat on Quinn's
back to no avail.
"Why were you throwing rocks?" Jez asked. The boy made an angry
noise in the back of his throat but didn't answer.
"Because he was made at who ever lived in the mansion because
they live on easy street. They don't have to scrape by every
night to get a half decent meal," Quinn answered for him. The
boy half turned to glare at the back of the Quinn's head. Keller
snorted and Jez choked back a laugh.
"Let the boy go," Delos told Quinn. "He doesn't know anything.
Wipe whatever he saw from his mind first."
"Your wish is my command, Prince Delos," Quinn said
sarcastically. He knocked the boy unconscious and took him to
Nillson to have someone get rid of him. The others rushed back
to the circle.
Bonnie's still form was lying in Raven's lap. Everyone over her
was trying to revive her to no avail. Raven stood and carried
Bonnie to her room silently.
"Do you think she'll be OK?" Hannah asked nervously. Her job had
been to keep Thierry busy. She had gone out to watch when he had
received an important phone call. They had met her at the door.
"I don't know," Thea answered honestly.
"Of course she'll be all right," Raven interrupted with a broad
smile. "She's still with Darien. In his head and all." The two
girls gave relieved sighs and went to tell the rest of the group
who were waiting in the sitting room.
Raven went up to her room, where Damon was. He gave a vague,
humorless smile at the events she described. But he was glad
Bonnie would be all right, she knew.
They sat next to each other on the bed, not needing words. Raven
leaned against Damon a she lost herself in her thoughts. Damon
was lost in his own little world too.
He knew he had to tell Raven about what had happened at Fells
Church but he didn't want to and he did all at the same time.
Damon wanted to let Raven see all that was him, let her know
every secret. He also wanted to wipe those same things from his
memory and past. Forget and live on without ever looking back.
He pulled back slightly from Raven, who sat up and looked at him
to see what he wanted. Damon kissed her and they entered each
other's minds. They roamed what they had seen before and
admiring newfound thoughts and memories.
Raven liked seeing Damon's past. She loved to re-experience the
Renaissance through his eyes and mind. She came across a memory
that she hadn't seen before.
A girl with pale golden hair that seemed to shimmer in the
moonlight and creamy white skin, blue eyes the color of the stone
in Damon's ring. She was sitting in a bench outside talking with
a boy who bore a striking resemblance to Damon. After a second
she realized it was Stefan.
She felt Damon's resentment towards Stefan and his slight
amazement that the girl, Katherine, would want to be with someone
as weak as Stefan. She knew the exact moment he decided to take
Katherine for his own.
The memory faded and another replaced it. Katherine was wearing a
dark ruby red dress with red stones around her waist and in her
hair. Damon asked her if she liked to dance, his voice
confidence and casual.
Katherine grinned and turned and walked to a statue, pausing as
if to admire it. When Damon drew near she moved on to the next
statue. This time when he was close she glanced at him teasingly
before she turned to go to the next statue.
Damon reached out and tried to stop her but instead he grabbed a
hold of the gold chain that held the red stones around her waist.
His finger started to bleed and he held it up for Katherine to
see, daring her.
She smiled and took his hand and drew it to her mouth and she
sucked at the blood. Damon realized then with a shock that he
didn't want her to hurt Stefan. He wanted her because... he
loved her. He was in love with Katherine.
The memory disappeared and Raven was brought back to the present.
Damon was staring at her, with sad eyes. He knew what the next
memories held. Raven stroked the dark hairs back from his
forehead in caressed his cheek lovingly.
She didn't say the words but Damon knew she was encouraging him
to go on. He took a deep breath and began to tell her. He said
few words, Raven mainly saw the memory.
Stefan and Damon had raced out of the house, searching for
Katherine. They neared the lemon tree where you could see part
of Katherine's white dress. You could smell burned fat even at
this distance.
Stefan had noticed the dress first so he also reached Katherine's
side first. Or what remained of Katherine. Ashes filled
Katherine's pretty white dress. At first Damon's brain was too
shocked to realize what had happened.
Damon plucked the note out of Stefan's shaking hands and read
what he already knew. Katherine had killed herself. There was
no denying it now. Damon's anger flared and he turned it on the
killer. The virtuous saint who had killed the two people he
truly loved.
Damon told Stefan that, to make the boy angry. Damon wanted a
fight and a fight was exactly what he was going to get. Stefan
looked shocked through his tars for a second then his face-
hardened and his eyes became cold.
"You proved that you could take Katherine love you. You proved
that you could take away what ever I loved. Why? Why Damon,
you've always tried to ruin my life. Now you've killed a
fragile, innocent..." Stefan's voice broke and it was a second
before he could continue. "Go away you demon. You've killed
Katherine, taken her away from me for good. There's nothing else
you can do to me, brother."
"Just who do you think you are. You killed Katherine. Because
you tried to stand in the way of her going to someone who could
protect and defend her and be Katherine's equal."
"If you think you can defend Katherine's name so well then why
don't you go fetch your sword and show me just how much sleeping
around and drinking can improve your swords-man ship." Damon
opened his mouth to say something but he decided to listen to the
rest of his little brother's tirade. "The second you see another
pretty girl you'll forget all about Katherine. You'll find some
one else to 'love'. Then you'll move on to your next street
hoar.
Damon's eyes flashed angrily and he spotted Katherine's ring in
Stefan's hands. He hadn't noticed it before. Now that he had he
tried to take it. The boy shouldn't be have hold of something so
precious. He'd probably lose it.
Stefan of course wanted to keep it. The threat of a duel had
been hanging heavy the entire argument and both boys knew that it
would end up in a sword fight. Stefan knew it was about to
happen.
"I'll have that ring if I have to pry it from your stiff dead
fingers," Damon said. Stefan knew he meant it. Damon's anger
had reached a peak and now it was the only thing he felt. His
anger was what was controlling him entirely now.
"Is that so?" Stefan asked.
The next thing he knew was feeling his sword pierce flesh and
forcing it's way through someone's ribs. He shoved hard and the
sword went in deep, all the way through.
Damon stood smugly over his younger brother. He vaguely heard
his father's screams. The old man wanted them to stop now. That
was all right with Damon, he was finished anyway.
"You always were too weak for your own good," Damon told Stefan
triumphantly. Stefan glared at him and before Damon could react
he felt the bite of cold steel stab his heart. Damon was too
shocked to cry out in pain and in moments everything went black.
Keller, Jez, Delos and Quinn ran after the person who had thrown
the rock. They caught up in no time, and Quinn picked the boy up
with ease and threw him over one shoulder.
"Let me go! Let me go! I didn't do nothin'!" the boy's voice
yelled out disturbing the quiet stillness of the night. It was
easy to see that the boy was human. Although the boy was
struggling with all his might he couldn't even change Quinn's
grip.
"Who are you?" Keller demanded of the boy.
"I ain't sayin'," he snapped. He continued to beat on Quinn's
back to no avail.
"Why were you throwing rocks?" Jez asked. The boy made an angry
noise in the back of his throat but didn't answer.
"Because he was made at who ever lived in the mansion because
they live on easy street. They don't have to scrape by every
night to get a half decent meal," Quinn answered for him. The
boy half turned to glare at the back of the Quinn's head. Keller
snorted and Jez choked back a laugh.
"Let the boy go," Delos told Quinn. "He doesn't know anything.
Wipe whatever he saw from his mind first."
"Your wish is my command, Prince Delos," Quinn said
sarcastically. He knocked the boy unconscious and took him to
Nillson to have someone get rid of him. The others rushed back
to the circle.
Bonnie's still form was lying in Raven's lap. Everyone over her
was trying to revive her to no avail. Raven stood and carried
Bonnie to her room silently.
"Do you think she'll be OK?" Hannah asked nervously. Her job had
been to keep Thierry busy. She had gone out to watch when he had
received an important phone call. They had met her at the door.
"I don't know," Thea answered honestly.
"Of course she'll be all right," Raven interrupted with a broad
smile. "She's still with Darien. In his head and all." The two
girls gave relieved sighs and went to tell the rest of the group
who were waiting in the sitting room.
Raven went up to her room, where Damon was. He gave a vague,
humorless smile at the events she described. But he was glad
Bonnie would be all right, she knew.
They sat next to each other on the bed, not needing words. Raven
leaned against Damon a she lost herself in her thoughts. Damon
was lost in his own little world too.
He knew he had to tell Raven about what had happened at Fells
Church but he didn't want to and he did all at the same time.
Damon wanted to let Raven see all that was him, let her know
every secret. He also wanted to wipe those same things from his
memory and past. Forget and live on without ever looking back.
He pulled back slightly from Raven, who sat up and looked at him
to see what he wanted. Damon kissed her and they entered each
other's minds. They roamed what they had seen before and
admiring newfound thoughts and memories.
Raven liked seeing Damon's past. She loved to re-experience the
Renaissance through his eyes and mind. She came across a memory
that she hadn't seen before.
A girl with pale golden hair that seemed to shimmer in the
moonlight and creamy white skin, blue eyes the color of the stone
in Damon's ring. She was sitting in a bench outside talking with
a boy who bore a striking resemblance to Damon. After a second
she realized it was Stefan.
She felt Damon's resentment towards Stefan and his slight
amazement that the girl, Katherine, would want to be with someone
as weak as Stefan. She knew the exact moment he decided to take
Katherine for his own.
The memory faded and another replaced it. Katherine was wearing a
dark ruby red dress with red stones around her waist and in her
hair. Damon asked her if she liked to dance, his voice
confidence and casual.
Katherine grinned and turned and walked to a statue, pausing as
if to admire it. When Damon drew near she moved on to the next
statue. This time when he was close she glanced at him teasingly
before she turned to go to the next statue.
Damon reached out and tried to stop her but instead he grabbed a
hold of the gold chain that held the red stones around her waist.
His finger started to bleed and he held it up for Katherine to
see, daring her.
She smiled and took his hand and drew it to her mouth and she
sucked at the blood. Damon realized then with a shock that he
didn't want her to hurt Stefan. He wanted her because... he
loved her. He was in love with Katherine.
The memory disappeared and Raven was brought back to the present.
Damon was staring at her, with sad eyes. He knew what the next
memories held. Raven stroked the dark hairs back from his
forehead in caressed his cheek lovingly.
She didn't say the words but Damon knew she was encouraging him
to go on. He took a deep breath and began to tell her. He said
few words, Raven mainly saw the memory.
Stefan and Damon had raced out of the house, searching for
Katherine. They neared the lemon tree where you could see part
of Katherine's white dress. You could smell burned fat even at
this distance.
Stefan had noticed the dress first so he also reached Katherine's
side first. Or what remained of Katherine. Ashes filled
Katherine's pretty white dress. At first Damon's brain was too
shocked to realize what had happened.
Damon plucked the note out of Stefan's shaking hands and read
what he already knew. Katherine had killed herself. There was
no denying it now. Damon's anger flared and he turned it on the
killer. The virtuous saint who had killed the two people he
truly loved.
Damon told Stefan that, to make the boy angry. Damon wanted a
fight and a fight was exactly what he was going to get. Stefan
looked shocked through his tars for a second then his face-
hardened and his eyes became cold.
"You proved that you could take Katherine love you. You proved
that you could take away what ever I loved. Why? Why Damon,
you've always tried to ruin my life. Now you've killed a
fragile, innocent..." Stefan's voice broke and it was a second
before he could continue. "Go away you demon. You've killed
Katherine, taken her away from me for good. There's nothing else
you can do to me, brother."
"Just who do you think you are. You killed Katherine. Because
you tried to stand in the way of her going to someone who could
protect and defend her and be Katherine's equal."
"If you think you can defend Katherine's name so well then why
don't you go fetch your sword and show me just how much sleeping
around and drinking can improve your swords-man ship." Damon
opened his mouth to say something but he decided to listen to the
rest of his little brother's tirade. "The second you see another
pretty girl you'll forget all about Katherine. You'll find some
one else to 'love'. Then you'll move on to your next street
hoar.
Damon's eyes flashed angrily and he spotted Katherine's ring in
Stefan's hands. He hadn't noticed it before. Now that he had he
tried to take it. The boy shouldn't be have hold of something so
precious. He'd probably lose it.
Stefan of course wanted to keep it. The threat of a duel had
been hanging heavy the entire argument and both boys knew that it
would end up in a sword fight. Stefan knew it was about to
happen.
"I'll have that ring if I have to pry it from your stiff dead
fingers," Damon said. Stefan knew he meant it. Damon's anger
had reached a peak and now it was the only thing he felt. His
anger was what was controlling him entirely now.
"Is that so?" Stefan asked.
The next thing he knew was feeling his sword pierce flesh and
forcing it's way through someone's ribs. He shoved hard and the
sword went in deep, all the way through.
Damon stood smugly over his younger brother. He vaguely heard
his father's screams. The old man wanted them to stop now. That
was all right with Damon, he was finished anyway.
"You always were too weak for your own good," Damon told Stefan
triumphantly. Stefan glared at him and before Damon could react
he felt the bite of cold steel stab his heart. Damon was too
shocked to cry out in pain and in moments everything went black.