The Hunters: Moonsong Chapter Nine

W present r u? Elena textual mattered impatiently. Stefan was sibylline to meet her at her dorm dwell more than twenty minutes ago. Surely his study collection was over by now? She was starving.She paced approximately the room, occasional y glancing at the dark tree branches beyond the windowpanes. It wasnt like Stefan to be late.She checked her ph whizz. It was besides soon to try to reach him again.Out view, approximatelything dark moved, and she gasped.Then she move her head. It was just the branches of the trees bulge t here(predicate), waving in the melodic line. She moved side by side(predicate), trying to see past the reflections on the glass. Their room was on the third floor on that point wouldnt be any(prenominal)one sitting that high up. At least non anyone human. Elena shuddered.Elena, said a cool, clear voice from outside.With a squeak that sounded like a frightened rabbit, Elena jerked backward, wardrobe one hand to her pounding heart. After a moment, she stepped up to the window and threw it open.Damon, she said. You sc atomic number 18d me to death. What are you doing out there?There was a flash of white teeth in the shadows. A mocking note of hand rang through his answer. Waiting for you to invite me into your room, of vogue.You dont need an invitation, Elena said. You helped me move in.I know, Damon said, smiling. Im being a gentleman. Elena hesitated. She trusted Damon, of course she did, but this seemed so intimate. Damon outside in the dark, Elena alone in her withdrawroom, neither of her roommates almost. Hed been in her room at home, but Aunt Judith and Robert had been just down the hal . She wondered if Stefan would mind her being alone here with Damon, but she move off the thought. He trusted Elena, that was what mattered.Elena, Damons voice was soft but insistent. Let me in before I fal .Rol ing her eyes, she said, Youd never fal . And if you did, youd fly. But you can neck in anyway. With a soft whoosh, faster tha n her eye could fol ow, Damon was shortly beside her. She had to step back a pace. Eyes and hair as dark as night, sick of(p) luminous skin, perfectly cut features. He even smel ed good. His lips guessed so soft.Elena caught herself leaning toward him, her own lips parting, and pul ed away. Stop it, she said.Im not doing anything, Damon said innocently. When Elena arched a skeptical eyebrow at him, he shrugged and gibe her a brief, bril iant smile. There, Elena thought. Thats why Stefan might mind Damon being here. Oh, al right.Im only teasing you.He looked around the room and quirked an eyebrow of his own. why, Elena, he said, Im almost disappointed.You and your friends are running so true to type here. Elena fol owed his eyes. seemlys side of the room was a mess, a tumble of stuffed animals, rejected outfits, and Dalcrest paraphernalia. In contrast, Merediths area was rigidly tidy, books lined up alphabetical y, a single ash gray pen on the desk next to her slim silver lapt op, her bed neatly draped in a silk duvet in subtly patterned gray and white.Her thorax and closet were closed, but inside, Elena knew, Merediths clothes would be organized by type, color, and season. Damon was right just by feel at their parts of the room, you could tel that Meredith was rational, sophisticated, careful y control ed, and private, while bonnie was fluffy, fun-loving, and disorganized.What approximately Elenas own things? What did they grade or so her? She looked over her part of the room with a critical eye. Framed art prints from her favorite exhibits, her silver brush and comb lined up on her dresser, deep-blue sheets that she knew set off her eyes and hair. Someone who held on to what she liked and didnt change easily?Someone who was very aware of what suited her? She wasnt sure.Damon smiled at her again, without the mocking inch this time. Dont give it a seconds thought, princess, he said affectionately. Youre more than your possessions.Thanks, Elena said shortly. So, did you just drop in my window to say hel o?He reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair tramp her ear. They were standing very close together, and Elena backed away a olive-sized. I thought by chance, now that youre a col ege girl, we could go out tonight and have some fun.Fun? Elena said, stil distracted by his mouth. What change of fun?Oh, you know, he said, just a little dinner, a few drinks.Friend stuff. Nothing too daring.Right, Elena said quickly. It sounds nice. But I cant tonight. Stefan and I are deviation out to dinner.Of course, Damon said. He gave her a firm little nod and what was so obviously supposed to be a supportive smile that she had to hamper a giggle. Supportive, friendly, and unassuming were not natural looks on Damons breast.He was trying so very expectant to be her friend even though they al knew there was more than that between them.Since he had died and come back, he had been trying to change his relationships with Stefan and with her, she knew, to be with them in a way he never had before. It couldnt be easy on poor Damon, trying to be good. He was out of practice.Elenas phone chimed. She read the text from Stefan Im sorry. The study groups running late. I think itll be at least an former(a) hour. Meet by and by?Problem? Damon was watching her, the same innocent, friendly smile on his face, and affection for him washed over Elena. Damon was her friend. Why shouldnt she go out with him?Change of plans, she said briskly. Wel go out, but just for a little while. I need to be back here to meet Stefan in an hour. She texted Stefan quickly to allow him know she was out allow to grab some food and looked up to see a triumphant smile on Damons face as he reached to take her arm. average walked across campus, practical y skipping in time to the adroit tune in her head. A date with Zander, la la la la la. It was round time, too. Shed been eagerly anticipating seeing Zander again al week, and although theyd talke d on the phone, she hadnt laid eyes on him around campus at al , even though of course shed been tone.At last she was about to see him. La la la la la. Lovely, gorgeous Zander.She had on jeans and a sort of silvery, draping top that at least made it look like she might have some cleavage. It was a good outfit, she thought, understated enough for just suspension system out but also a little bit special. Just in case they distinguishable to go out clubbing or something at the last minute.Zander hadnt told her what hed planned, just asked her to meet him outside the intelligence building. La la la la la, she hummed. fair(a)s pessteps slowed, and the tune in her head died off as she dictum flickering lights il uminating a group of mass up ahead. They were gathered in the courtyard in front of one of the dorms.Approaching, she recognise it was a group of girls holding candles. The wavering light from the candles direct shadows across their serious faces. Propped against the wal of the dorm were three blown-up photos, two girls and a guy. Al across the grass in front of them were heaped flowers, letters, and teddy bears.Hesitant to break the silence, reasonable touched the arm of one of the girls. Whats going on? she whispered.Its a candlelight vigil for the missing people, the girl whispered back.Missing people? Bonnie scanned the faces in the photographs. Young, smiling, about her age. Are they al students here? she asked, horrified. What happened to them?Nobody knows, the girl said, her gaze serious. They just vanished. You didnt hear about this? Bonnies stomach dropped. She knew that a girl was attacked or something on the quad the first night, but she hadnt known about any disappearances. No wonder her gut instinct had warned her to be scared walking across campus the other day. She could have been in danger.No, she said slowly. I didnt hear anything. She dropped her eyes and bowed her head, silent as she sent out a fervent hope that these three hap py-looking people would be found, safe and sound.In the distance, a siren began to wail.Somethings happened.Do you think someone was attacked?A babble of frightened voices rose as the sirens got closer. A girl near Bonnie began to sob, a hurt, scared sound.Al right, whats the trouble here? said a new, authoritative voice, and Bonnie looked up to see two campus police officers shouldering their way through the crowd.We uh The girl who had verbalise to Bonnie gestured at the photos and flowers against the wal . We were having a vigil. For the missing people.What are those sirens for? another girl asked, her voice rising.Nothing to vexation about, said the officer, but his face softened as he looked at the sobbing girl. Bonnie realized with a slight shock that he wasnt much older than she was.Miss? he said to the rank girl. Wel help you get home. His partner looked around at the crowd. Its time to break things up and head inside, he said sternly. Stick together and be careful.I tho ught you said there was postal code to care about, said another girl angrily. What arent you tel ing us?Theres nothing you dont know already, the man said patiently. People are missing. You can never be too careful.If theres nothing to worry about, why do we have to be careful? Bonnie wondered, but she bit back the words and hurried away down the path, toward the scientific discipline building where Zander had suggested they meet. The idea of trying to have a vision, to see if she could learn anything about the missing people, nudged at Bonnies mind, but she pushed it away. She hated that.She hated the loss of control when she slid into one of her visions.It was unlikely to work, anyway. Her visions had always been about people she knew, about immediate problems facing them. She didnt know any of the missing people.She bit her lip and walked faster. The excitement about her date had fizzled out, and she didnt feel safe now. But at least if she got to Zander, she wouldnt be alone.W hen she arrived at the science building, though, Zander wasnt there. Bonnie hesitated and looked around nervously. This corner of campus seemed to be deserted.She tried the door of the science building, but it was locked. Wellof course it was there werent any classes this late. Bonnie shook the handle of the front door in frustration. She reached into her bag, and then groaned as she realized shed leftover her phone back in her room.Suddenly, she felt very exposed. The campus police had said to stick together, not to swan around alone at night, but here she was, al by herself. A cool breeze ruffled her hair and she shivered. It was getting awful y dark.Bonnie. Psst, BonnieZanders voice. But where was he?Bonnie saw nothing but the dark quad, streetlights throwing little circles of light on the paths. Above her, leaves rustled in the wind.Bonnie Up here.Looking up, she last y spotted Zander on the roof, peering down over the side at her, his pale hair almost glowing in the moonl ight.Whatre you doing up there? she cal ed to him, confused.Come on up, he invited, pointing to the fire- sidestep ladder on the side of the building. It was lowered to just a couple of feet above the ground.Real y? said Bonnie dubiously. She walked over to the fire escape. She could make it onto the ladder, she was pretty sure, but she was going to look incompetent and awkward scrambling up on it. And what if she got caught? She hadnt actual y read the campus regulations thoroughly, but wouldnt climbing the fire escape up to the roof of a closed building be against the rules?Come on, Bonnie, Zander cal ed. His feet clanging loudly against the squeeze steps, he ran down the fire escape, shimmied down the ladder, and leaped to the ground, landing catlike on his feet beside her. He went down on one knee and held his hands out together. Il boost you up so youl be able to reach.Bonnie swal owed, then stepped up onto Zanders hands and stretched for the ladder. Once she swung her leg up onto the bottom rung, it was a piece of cake, although the slightly rusted metal was rough against her hands. She spared a moment to thank al the powers of the universe that she had decided to wear jeans preferably than a skirt tonight.Zander trailed behind her up the fire escape from one landing to another until final y they arrived on the roof.Are we al owed to be up here? Bonnie asked nervously.Well, Zander said slowly, believably not. But I come up here al the time, and no ones ever told me not to. He smiled that warm, wonderful smile at her and added, This is one of my favorite places.It was a nice view, Bonnie had to admit that. below them, the campus stretched, leafy and green and mysterious.If anyone else had brought her up here, though, she would have complained about the rusty fire escape and the concrete roof, suggested that maybe a date should involve going somewhere. This was a date, wasnt it? She froze momentarily in a panic, trying to recal on the dot what Zander had said when he suggested meeting here. She didnt remember the words themselves, but they definitely had a date-y feel to them she wasnt a kid anymore, she knew when she was being asked out.And Zander was so cute, it was worth making an effort.Its pretty up here, she said lamely and then, looking around at the flat dirty concrete, I mean being so high up.Were closer to the stars, Zander said, and took her hand. Come on over here. His hand was warm and strong, and Bonnie held on to it tightly. He was right, the stars were beautiful. It was cool to be able to see them more clearly, here above the trees.He led her over to the corner of the roof, where a ratty old army blanket was spread out with a pizza box and some cans of soda. Al the comforts of home, he said.Then, quietly, I know this isnt a very fancy date, Bonnie, but I destinyed to share this with you. I thought you would appreciate whats special about being up here.I absolutely do, Bonnie said, flattered. A secret little che er went up inside her Hurray Zander definitely knows were on a datePretty soon Bonnie found herself tucked up against Zanders side, his arm around her shoulders, eating hot, greasily delicious pizza and looking at the stars.I come up here alone a lot, Zander told her. One time last year I just lay here and watched a big fat ful moon get swal owed up by the earths shadow in an eclipse. It was nigh pitch black without the light of the ful moon, but I could stil see its dark red shape in the sky.The Vikings thought eclipses were caused by two wolves, one who wanted to eat the sun, and one who wanted to eat the moon, Bonnie said idly. I forget which one wanted to eat the moon, but whenever either a solar or a lunar eclipse happened, people were supposed to make a lot of tone to scare the wolf away. Zander looked down at her. Thats a random piece of information to know. But he smiled as he said it.Bonnie wriggled with delight under the unmixed force of his smile. Im interested in myth ology, she said. Druid and Celtic, mostly, but myths and stories in general. The Druids were into the moon, too they had a whole astrology based on the lunar calendar. She sit down up straighter, enjoying the admiring look on Zanders face. Like, right now, from late August to late September, were in the month of the creative person Moon. But in a couple of weeks, wel be in the month of the Dying Moon.What does that mean? Zander asked. He was very close to her, gazing straight into her eyes.Well, it means its a time of endings, Bonnie said. Its al about end and sleep. The Druid year begins again after Hal oween.Hmm. Zander was stil watching her intently. How do you know so much, Bonnie McCul ough? A little smile played around his mouth.Um, my ancestors were Druids and Celtics, Bonnie said, feeling stupid. My nan told me we were descended from Druid priestesses, and thats why I see things sometimes. My grandmother does, too.Interesting, Zander said softly. His tone grew lighter.So you see things, do you?I real y do, Bonnie said, seriously, double-dyed(a) back at him.She hadnt meant to tel him that. She didnt want to weird him out, not on their first date, but she also didnt want to lie to him.So blue. Zanders eyes were as deep as the sea, and she was fal ing farther and farther into them. There was nothing above her, nothing below, she was ceaselessly, gently fal ing.With a wrench, Bonnie pul ed her eyes away from Zanders. Sorry, she said, shaking her head. That was weird. I think I almost fel asleep for a minute.Dont worry about it, Zander said, but his face looked unbending and strange. Then he flashed that warm, enchanting smile again and got to his feet. Come on, I want to show you something.Bonnie stood slowly. She felt a little strange stil , and she pressed her hand briefly against her forehead.Over here, Zander said, tugging her by the other hand.He led her to the corner of the roof and stepped up onto the narrow ledge running around it.Zander, Bon nie said, horrified. Come down You might fal We wont fal , Zander said, smiling down at her. Climb on up.Are you senile? Bonnie said. Shed never liked heights much. She remembered crossing a high, high bridge once with Damon and Elena. Theyd had to if they were going to save Stefan, but she never would have been able to do it, except Damon had used his Power and confident(p) her she was an acrobat, a tightrope walker to whom heights were nothing. When hed released her from his Power, after they crossed the bridge, her retroactive fear had been nauseating.Stil , shed made it across that bridge, hadnt she? And she had promised herself she would be more confident, stronger, now that she was in col ege. She looked up at Zander, who was smiling at her, sweetly, eagerly, his hand extended. She took it and let him help her climb onto the ledge.Oh, she said, once she was up there. The ground swam dizzyingly far below her, and she yanked her eyes away from it. Oh. No, this is not a good ide a.Trust me, Zander said, and took her other hand so that he was holding on to her securely. I wont let you fal . Bonnie looked into his blue, blue eyes again and felt comforted. There was something so candid and frank in his gaze. What should I do? she asked, and was proud when her voice was steady.Close your eyes, Zander said, and when shed done that, and pick your right foot up off the ledge.What? Bonnie asked, and almost opened her eyes again.Trust me, Zander said again, and this time there was a rich undercurrent of laughter in his voice. Hesitantly, Bonnie lifted her foot.Just then, the wind picked up, and Bonnie felt like it was about to scoop her off the ledge and throw her into the sky like a kite whose string had snapped. She tightened her grip on Zanders hands.Its al right, he said soothingly. Its amazing, Bonnie, I promise. Just let yourself be. Life isnt worth living if you dont take risks.Inhaling deeply and then letting the breath out, Bonnie obligate herself to rela x. The wind was blowing her curls everywhere, whistling in her ears, tugging at her clothes and her raised leg. As she relaxed into it, she felt almost as if she was being lifted, gently, into the sky, the air al around supporting her. It was like flying.Bonnie realized she was laughing with sheer delight and opened her eyes, gazing straight into Zanders. He was laughing, too, and holding on to her tightly, anchoring her to the earth as she almost flew. She had never been so conscious of the blood thrumming through her veins, of each nerve catching the sensations of the air around her.She had never felt so alive.