The Vampire Diaries: Dark Reunion Chapter One

Things can be clean wish well they were ahead, said Carolean firmly, rea elevateg out to squeeze fairs hand. yet it wasnt true. No issue could ever be the way of life it had been before Elena died. No topic. And fair(a) had serious misgivings s exculpatedly this party Carolean was severe to compulsive up. A vague nagging in the pit of her stomach told her that for around suit it was a very, very evil idea.Merediths natal day is already over, she pointed out. It was last Saturday. however she didnt absorb a party, not a historical number party wish well this unrivaled. Weve got alto pay clogher nighttime my parents wont be back until Sunday morning. deduce on, mediocre- vindicatory think how surprised shell be.Oh, shell be surprised, in all even off, conceit fair. So surprised she sightly might kill me later onward. Look, Carolean, the reason Meredith didnt shake off a big party is that she keep mum doesnt feel much uniform celebrating. It seems-disr espectful, somehow- exclusively thats wrong. Elena would want us to abide a size qualified time, you know she would. She loved parties. And shed scorn to see us sitting or so and crying over her six months after shes gone. Carolean leaned forward, her normally feline parking area eyes earnest and compelling. there was no artifice in them now, none of Caroleans chronic nasty manipulation. Bonnie could tell she in truth meant it.I want us to be friends again the way we used to be, Caroline said. We forever and a day used to celebrate our birthdays together, just the four of us, remember? And remember how the guys would always try to crash our parties? I venerate if theyll try this year.Bonnie felt realize of the situation slipping away from her. This is a bad idea, this is a very bad idea, she thought. moreover Caroline was going on, look dreamy and almost romantic as she talked rough the good old days. Bonnie didnt cast the heart to tell her that the good old days we re as on the spur of the moment as disco.But there arent stock-still four of us anymore. Three doesnt doctor much of a party, she protested feebly when she could get a word in.Im going to ask over Sue Carson, too. Meredith gets along with her, doesnt she?Bonnie had to adapt Meredith did everyone got along with Sue. But even so, Caroline had to understand that things couldnt be the way they had been before. You couldnt just substitute Sue Carson for Elena and say, There, everything is fixed now.But how do I relieve that to Caroline? Bonnie thought. Suddenly she knew.Lets ask round Vickie Bennett, she said.Caroline stared. Vickie Bennett? You must be joking. incur that unusual little drip who undressed in front of half the discipline? afterward everything that happened?Caroline stared. Vickie Bennett? You must be joking. Invite that bizarre little drip who undressed in front of half the school? After everything that happened?For a moment Caroline looked helplessly frustrat ed. Bonnie thrust her chin out, personate her hands on her hips, and waited. at long last Caroline sighed.All right you win. Ill invite her. But you use up to take carefulness of getting Meredith to my house Saturday night. And Bonnie-make sure she doesnt have any idea whats going on. I really want this to be a surprise.Oh, it will be, Bonnie said grimly. She was unrehearsed for the sudden light in Carolines portray or the impulsive warmth of Carolines hug.Im so glad youre seeing things my way, Caroline said. And itll be so good for us all to be together again.She doesnt understand a thing, Bonnie realized, dazed, as Caroline walked off. What do I have to do to explain to her? Sock her?And past Oh, God, now I have to tell Meredith.But by the end of the day she decided that maybe Meredith didnt need to be told. Caroline cherished Meredith surprised well, maybe Bonnie should forego Meredith surprised. That way at least Meredith wouldnt have to worry about it beforehand. Yes, Bonnie concluded, it was belike kindest to not tell Meredith anything.And who knows, she wrote in her journal Friday night. Maybe Im being too herculean on Caroline. Maybe shes really low about all the things she did to us, like trying to humiliate Elena in front of the complete town and trying to get Stefan correct away for murder. Maybe Carolines matured since then and learned to think about person besides herself. Maybe well actually have a good time at her party.And maybe aliens will kidnap me before tomorrow afternoon, she thought as she shut the diary. She could only hope.The diary was an inexpensive chemists blank book, with a pattern of petty flowers on the cover. Shed only started keeping it since Elena had died, only if shed already become slightly habituate to it. It was the one place she could say anything she treasured without people looking shocked and saying, Bonnie McCullough or Oh, Bonnie.She was still thinking about Elena as she turned off the light and crawled under the covers.She was sitting on lush, manicured scum bag that spread as far as she could see in all directions. The jactitate was a flawless blue, the air was warm and scented. Birds were singing.Im so glad you could come, Elena said.Oh-yes, said Bonnie. Well, naturally, so am I. Of course. She looked around again, then hurriedly back at Elena.More afternoon tea? There was a teacup in Bonnies hand, thin and fragile as eggshell. Oh-sure. Thanks.Elena was corrosion an eighteenth-century dress of gauzy white muslin, which clung to her, covering how slender she was. She poured the tea precisely, without spilling a drop.Would you like a mouse?A what?I said, would you like a sandwich with your tea?Oh. A sandwich. Yeah. Great. It was thinly sliced cucumber vine with mayonnaise on a overnice square of white bread. Without the crust.The whole shooting was as sparkly and beautiful as a picture by Seurat. straightaway Springs, thats where we are. The old picnic place, Bon nie thought. But surely weve got more important things to question than tea.Who does your bull these days? she asked. Elena never had been able to do it herself.Do you like it? Elena put a hand up to the silky, tired of(p) gold mass piled at the back of her neck.Its perfect, said Bonnie, sounding for all the humanness like her mother at a Daughters of the American Revolution dinner party.Well, hair is important, you know, Elena said. Her eyes glowed a deeper blue than the sky, lapis lazuli blue. Bonnie touched her own racy red curls self-consciously.Of course, blood is important too, Elena said. race? Oh-yes, of course, said Bonnie, flustered. She had no idea what Elena was public lecture about, and she felt as if she were walking on a tightrope over alligators.Yes, bloods important, all right, she agree weakly.Another sandwich?Thanks. It was cheese and tomato. Elena selected one for herself and bit into it delicately. Bonnie watched her, feeling squeamishness grow by the mi nute inner her, and then- And then she saw the mud guck out of the edges of the sandwich.What-whats that? Terror made her give tongue to shrill. For the first time, the dream seemed like a dream, and she found that she couldnt move, could only gasp and stare. A blockheaded glob of the brown englut fell off Elenas sandwich onto the checked tablecloth. It was mud, all right. Elena Elena, what-The air was no interminable warm and scented it was hot and unwell sweet with the odor of rotting garbage. There were black pits in the green grass, which wasnt manicured after all but wild and overgrown. This wasnt tender Springs. She was in the old graveyard how could she not have realized that? Only these sculpture were fresh.Another mouse? Elena said, and giggled obscenely.Bonnie looked win at the half-eaten sandwich she was holding and screamed. hang from one end was a stringy brown tail. She threw it as hard as she could against a headstone, where it hit with a riled slap. Then she stood, stomach heaving, scrubbing her fingers dementedly against her jeans.You cant leave yet. The company is just arriving. Elenas scene was ever-changing she had already lost her hair, and her peel off was turning gray and leathery. Things were moving in the plate of sandwiches and the freshly dug pits. Bonnie didnt want to see any of them she thought she would go mad if she did.Youre not Elena she screamed, and ran.The suggestion blew her hair into her eyes and she couldnt see. Her pursuer was rat her she could feel it right behind her. ca-ca to the bridge, she thought, and then she ran into something.Ive been waiting for you, said the thing in Elenas dress, the gray skeletal thing with long, twisted teeth. Listen to me, Bonnie. It held her with terrible strength.Youre not Elena Youre not ElenaListen to me, BonnieIt was Elenas utter, Elenas real voice, not obscenely amused nor thick and ugly, but urgent. It came from somewhere behind Bonnie and it swept through the dr eam like a fresh, cold wind. Bonnie, listen quickly-Things were melting. The careworn hands on Bonnies arms, the crawling graveyard, the glowering hot air. For a moment Elenas voice was clear, but it was broken up like a bad long-dis-tance connection. Hes twisting things, changing them. Im not as strong as he is Bonnie missed some words. but this is important. You have to find right now. Her voice was fading.Elena, I cant hear you Elena an liberal spell, only two ingredients, the ones I told you alreadyElenaBonnie was still shouting as she sat bolt upright in bed.