Relief flooded through me as I heard a knock at my front door. I bolted from the bathroom counter and rushed to the door. I swung the door open and saw Stefan less than two feet in front of me. Before my mind told me what to I jumped up and wrapped my arms him and squeezed him tight. "Stefan!" I exclaimed. "What…what's going on?" I asked as I finally let go and lead him into my house.
"I don't know," we went into the living room and he sat me down, "Let me see your wrist," he said, pulling it up to his eye level. He then set it back down and sighed, rubbing his eyes.
"What is it?" I asked, hoping his answer would not have matched my guess.
"It's a bite," he confirmed. He sat down across from me, "Do you remember anything?" he asked, seeming frustrated himself.
"Just the argument with you, and leaving with Damon…I woke up here," I wanted so badly to remember more as she spoke, but nothing came to her.
Stefan nodded, "Well you can come home with me," he said, "It'll be better if we figure it out there. Your aunt could just complicate things…" he stood back up and paced, running his hand down his face.
I finally stood, feeling guilty, even though I knew I shouldn't have been. "Let me just get my purse," I said. I sauntered up the stairs and into my room. I grabbed my purse and shoved a few necessities into it. I didn't know how long I'd be there. I looked at my phone. I gave another try to Damon, my eyes squeezed shut. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Voicemail. I hit it off and sighed heavily, before I shoved it into my purse, bitter.
I headed back downstairs to find Stefan waiting. And then we left my house and got into his car and began to drive. "Stefan, I'm really sorry about this," I spoke after a few minutes of silence.
"It's alright," Stefan told me, "I just want to help figure this out," he kept his eyes on the road. I said no more. I figured it wouldn't be conducive to anything.
"Did you hear that?" I asked. It had sounded like a wisp of wind but loud and in my ear.
"No," Stefan seemed to be wrapped in his own thoughts.
Then it happened again, only this time it sounded more like a word. But I couldn't quite make it out. And on the third time it became clear. "Never" It was a harsh whisper. And it began to give me a headache. "Ah, Stefan…" I began, "I hear-" it happened again. But this time the voice was even more clear, and twenty-times louder, "I said NEVER!" it rang throughout my head and caused my vision to blur. I began to groan as it repeated, "Never again. Never again"
"What's wrong?" Stefan asked, looking over quickly, even though he was driving way too fast.
"It's Damon!" I groaned, holding my head as the voice repeated.
Without warning I was thrown forward, though caught by my seatbelt and my head beat against the dashboard. Stefan had slammed on his brakes, but it didn't seem to be quite fast enough, because the voice disappeared but was replaced by the shattering of glass and crushing of metal.