The Hunters: Phantom Chapter 26

The day passed with a great deal research, barely with truly little in the way of results, which left Elena n bingle increasingly concerned for her comatose friend. By the time night fel and aunty Judith cal ed to wearily inquire whether Elenas family would see her at al that day, they had screen aside through the first bag of papers and Alaric had gone over a third or so of what seemed to be the notebook in which Caleb un stone-broken the record of his magical experiments, grumbling close Calebs terrible strainwriting.Elena frowned, flipping through other stack of papers. emotional stateing through the pictures and clippings confirmed that Celia hadnt been among Calebs planned victims. If the phantasm had targeted her first, it essential corroborate been because she was rich in whatever emotion this dark provide complete.Snippiness, Meredith suggested, but she was careful to say it out of Alarics hearing.The clippings and printouts also showed that Caleb was inde ed obsess with Tylers dis mien, and that he had evidence and memories of two different time lines for the same level one where Fel s Church had been fal ing a place and Elena Gilbert had been dead, and one where everyaffair had been however fine, thanks in the smal Virginia townspeople of Fel s Church, including the continuing reign of the elderberry bush classs golden girl, Elena. In addition to Calebs own double memories, which covered lone(prenominal) the summer, Tyler had apparently talked to him over the phone the previous fal and winter about the dusky events surrounding Mr. Tanners death and everything that fol owed. Although it didnt sound from Calebs notes corresponding Tyler had mentioned his own transformation to wolfman and conspiracy with Klaus, just his growing suspicions of Stefan.Tyler. Elena groaned. Even though hes long gone, he manages to get through trouble.Alarics examination of the notebook so far had proved that they were set that Caleb was a magic user, and that he was planning to use his magic twain to take vengeance against them and to try to locate Tyler. But it hadnt shown how he had summoned the phantom.And disdain Alarics bringing any plausibly looking note, in stacktation, or drawing to Mrs. Flowers for inspection, they had not yet discovered what kind of spel Caleb had been doing, or what purpose the roses served.Stefan escorted Elena home for dinner, whence re traveled to continue helping the others. Hed wished to stay with Elena, but she had a sensation her aunt would not appreciate a lastminute dinner guest. The second Elena stepped through the door, she could feel Damons lingering presence and called how, just hours ago, they had sas welld upstairs, holding each other. Al through the meal, while she told Margaret a bedtime story, and indeed during her last cal to Meredith to check on the rest of the groups progress, shed mentation longingly of him, wondering whether she would see him tonight. That in turn set off pangs of guilt related to Stefan and Bonnie. She was existence so selfish, holding Stefans brothers return from him, and regaining of herself while Bonnie was in danger. The whole vibration was exhausting, but stil she couldnt contain her exuberance that Damon was alive. Alone in her room at last, Elena ran a brush through her aerodynamic golden hair and pul ed on the simple cool nightgown shed worn the night before. It was torrid and humid by(p), and through her window she could hear the crickets chirping busily. The stars were shining, and a half(prenominal)-moon floated laid- sanctionrest over the steers outside. She cal ed be drive ind night to Aunt Judith and Robert and climbed into bed, fluffing the pil ows around her.She half expected a long wait. Damon liked to tease, and he liked to make an entrance, so he was quite likely to wait until he thought she would be asleep, and then sweep into her room. But she had barely turned off the light when a piece of darkness seemed to separate itself from the night outside her window. thither was the faintest scuff of a footstep on the floor, and then her mattress groaned as Damon settled himself at the foot of her bed.Hel o, love, he guide tongue to softly.Hi, she tell, smiling at him. His black look glittered at her from the shadows, and Elena suddenly felt warm and happy, condescension everything.Whats the latest? he asked. I axiom a lot of dogfight going on at the boardinghouse. Something got your sidekicks in a tizzy? His olfactory perception was casual y sarcastic, but his gaze was intense, and Elena knew he had been worried.If you let me tel everyone youre alive, you could be with us and then youd eff everything thats going on first slip away, she teased. Then she grew somber. Damon, we take on your help. Something terrible has leaded.She told him about Bonnie, and about what they had discovered in the Smal woods garden shed.Damons look flamed. A phantoms got the little redb ird?Thats what Mrs. Flowerss mother said, Elena answered. Stefan told us that hed pick outn of a rage phantom somewhere back in Italy.Damon made a little pfft noise. I remember that. It was amusing at the time, but cipher like what youve been describing. How does this theory of Stefans explain Bonnies being interpreted? Or the appearance of the label when someone is threatened?Its Mrs. Flowerss theory, too, Elena said indignantly.Or her mothers, I guess. And its the tho one that makes sense. She could feel Damon stroking her arm with the most featherlight touch, and it felt good. The hairs prickled on the back of her arms, and she shivered with pleasure in spite of herself. seal off it, she thought sternly. This is unspoilt business. She moved her arm out of Damons reach. He sounded am utilize and lazy when he adjacent spoke. Wel , I cant blame the old witch and her ghost mother, he said.Humans mostly stay in their own dimension they call for only the tiniest piece of whats happening, even the most gifted of them. But if Stefan be payd like any self-respecting vampire and didnt go around trying to be human al the time, hed check a little more(prenominal) of a clue. Hes barely even traveled to the no-count holding except when he was dragged there to sit in a cage or drop a line Bonnie. Maybe if he had, he would under nucleotide what was going on and be able to protect his pet earthly concern a little recrudesce.Elena bristled. fondle humans? Im one of those pet humans, too.Damon chuckled, and Elena realized he had said that purposely, to call down her up. A pet? You, princess? Never. A tiger, maybe. Something wild and dangerous.Elena rol ed her eyes. Then the tax deduction of Damons words hit her. Wait, are you saying this isnt a phantom?And that you drive in what it actual y is? Is it something that comes from the Dark Dimension?Damon shifted closer to her again. Would you like to know what I know? he said, his voice like a caress. there a re a lot of things I could tel you.Damon, Elena said firmly. Stop vamp and pay guardianship. This is important. If you know anything, please tel me. If you dont, please dont play games with me. Bonnies flavor is at stake. And were al in danger. Youre in danger, too, Damon Dont forget, your names been written, and we dont know for sure that whatever happened on the Dark moon about was the attack on you.Im not too concerned. Damon waved his mitt disparagingly. It would take more than a phantom to hurt me, princess. But, yes, I know a little more about this than Stefan does. He turned her hand over and traced her palm with cool fingers. It is a phantom, he said. But its not the same kind we saw in Italy long ago. Do you remember that Klaus was an Original? He wasnt sired like Katherine or Stefan or I was he was neer human. Vampires like Klaus consider vampires like us who started out as humans to be weak half-breeds. He was a great deal stronger than us and much more difficult t o kil . There are different types of phantoms, too. The phantoms who are natural of human emotions on Earth are able to intensify and sticker on these emotions. They dont have much consciousness of their own, though, and they never get very strong. Theyre just parasites. If they are cut off from the emotions they need to survive, they fade away pretty quickly.Elena frowned. But you deal this is another, more powerful kind of phantom? Why? What did Sage tel you?Damon tapped her hand with one finger as he counted.One the names. Thats beyond the powers of an ordinary phantom. Two It took Bonnie. A regular phantom wouldnt be able to do that, and wouldnt get anything out of it if it could. An Original phantom, though, can steal her spirit and take it back to the Dark Dimension. It can poop out her life force and emotions to make itself stronger.Wait, Elena said, alarmed. Bonnies back in the Dark Dimension? Anything could be happening to her She could be enslaved again Tears pricked a t the corners of her eyes as she thought of how humans were treated in the Dark Dimension.Damon squeezed her hand. No, dont business organisation about that. Shes there only in spirit the phantom wil have her in some kind of holding cel itl want her safe. I think the worst thing that could happen to her is shel be bored. He frowned. Itl sap her life force, though, and thatl weaken her eventual y.You think that being boreds the worst thing that could happen to her oh, at least until it drains al her life force?Thats not good overflowing, Damon. We have to help her.Elena thought for a moment. So phantoms live in the Dark Dimension?Damon hesitated. Not in the beginning. The Original phantoms were relegated to the Dark Moon by the Guardians.Where you died.Yes, Damon said caustical y. Then he rubbed the back of her hand in a silent apology for his tone. Original phantoms are kept indoors some kind of prison on the Dark Moon, just scratch for a chance to get out. Like genies in a bo ttle. If something broke the prison wal , their ulti spouse goal would be to make it to Earth and aliment on human emotions. After the World Tree was destroyed, Sage said things changed, which would make sense if an Original phantom managed to escape as things shifted afterward the destruction.Why come al the way to Earth, though? Elena asked.Therere al those demons and vampires in the Dark Dimension.She could see Damons smile in the shadows. I guess human emotion is extra-delicious. Like human blood is. And there arent sufficiency humans in the Dark Dimension to make a real y good meal. There are so many humans on Earth that an Original here can just keep on gorging on emotion and growing ever more powerful. So it fol owed us from the Dark Moon? Elena asked.It must have hitched a ride with you when you came back to Earth. It would have wanted to get as far from its prison as possible, so an opening between dimensions would have been irresistible.And it was freed from its prison w hen I use my Wings of Destruction and blasted the moon?Damon shrugged. That seems to be the most likely explanation.Elenas heart sank. So Bonnies vision was right. I brought this. Its my fault.He brushed back her hair and kissed her neck. Dont think of it that way, he said. How could you have stopped it? You didnt know. And Im grateful you used the Wings of Destruction Thats what saved me, after al . The important thing now is to fight the phantom. We need to send it back before it gets too powerful. If it gets a real foothold here, it can start influencing more and more people. The whole world could be in danger.Elena half consciously arching her neck to one side so that Damon could get a go against angle, and he gently traced the vein on the side of her neck with his lips for a moment before she realized what they were doing and nudged him away again. I dont understand, though. Why would it tel us who its going after next? she said. Why does it give us the names?Oh, thats not it s own doing, Damon said, and kissed her shoulder. Even the most powerful phantom has to fol ow the rules. Its part of the spel the Guardians rank on the Original phantoms, when they relegated them to the Dark Moon. A safe sentry duty in case the Originals ever take flight. This way, their prey knows theyre coming, and it gives them a fair shot at resisting.The Guardians imprisoned it, Elena said. Would they help us send it back?I dont know, Damon said shortly. I wouldnt ask them if I could help it, though. I dont trust them, do you?Elena thought of the cool efficiency of the Guardians, of the way they had dismissed Damons death as irrelevant. Of the way they had caused her own parents death. No,she said, shivering. Lets leave them out of it if we can.Wel defeat it ourselves, Elena, Damon said, and caressed her cheek with his hand.Stop it, Elena said. We have to concentrate.Damon stopped trying to touch her for a moment and thought. Tel me about your little friends. Have people bee n tense? Fighting? Acting out of character?Yes, Elena said immediately. No ones been acting like themselves. I cant put my finger on it, but somethings been wrong since we got back.Damon nodded. Since it probably came with you, it makes sense that it would have targeted you and those connected to you as its first victims.But how do we stop it? Elena asked. What do these stories youve heard about the Original phantoms say about recapturing them once theyve escaped from their prison?Damon sighed, and his shoulders slumped a little.Nothing, he said. I dont know anything more. Il have to go back to the Dark Dimension and see what I can comment out, or if I can fight the phantom from there.Elena stiffened. Its too dangerous, Damon.Damon chuckled, a dry sound in the darkness, and Elena felt his fingers run through her hair, smoothing the silky strands, then twisting them, tugging them gently. Not for me, he said. The Dark Dimension is a great place to be a vampire.Except that you died th ere, Elena reminded him.Damon, please. I cant stand to lose you again.Damons hand stil ed, and then he was kissing her gently, and his other hand came up to touch her cheek. Elena, he said as he reluctantly broke the kiss. You wont lose me.There has to be another way, she insisted.Wel , then wed better find it, and soon, Damon answered grimly. Otherwise the entire world wil be at risk.Damon was concentrated with Elena. Her sweet, rich scent in his nostrils, the throbbing beat of her heart in his ears, the silk of her hair and the satin of her skin against his fingers. He wanted to kiss her, to hold her, to swing his fangs into her and taste the heady nectar of her blood, that vibrant blood that tasted like no one elses.But she made him go, although he knew she didnt real y want to.She didnt say it was because of his little brother that she pushed him away, but he knew anyway. It was always Stefan.When he left her, he transformed graceful y into a thumping black crow again and fle w from her bedroom window to the quince tree nearby. There, he folded his wings and shifted from one foot to another, settling in to stick with over her. He could sense her through the window, anxious at first, her thoughts churning, but soon her pulse slowed, her breathing deepened, and he knew she was asleep. He would stay and guard her.There was no question He had to save her. If Elena wanted a chivalrous knight, someone who would protect her nobly, Damon could do that. Why should that weakling Stefan have al the glory?But he wasnt sure what came next. Despite Elenas plead him not to go, heading into the Dark Dimension seemed like the logical next step in fighting this phantom. But how to get there? There were no easy paths. He didnt have the time to journey to one of the gates again, nor did he want to leave Elenas side long enough to travel there. And he couldnt expect to find something as useful as a star bal again by chance.Plus, if he did get there, being in the Dark Dimen sion would have special dangers for him now. He didnt think the Guardians knew he had come back from the dead, and he didnt know how they would react when they did. Hed alternatively not find out. The Guardians didnt care for vampires much, and they tended to like things to stay the way they ought to be. Look at how they had stripped Elenas Powers when she came to their attention.Damon hunched his shoulders and fluffed out his iridescent feathers irritably. There had to be another way. There was the slightest rustle underfoot. No one without the sensitive ears of a vampire would have heard it, it was so cautious, but Damon caught it. He snapped to attention and peered sharply around. No one would get to his princess.Oh. Damon relaxed again and clicked his beak in vexation. Stefan. The shadowy figure of his little brother stood beneath the tree, head flex back, gazing in devotion at Elenas darkened window. Of course he was there, standing(a) by to defend her against al the horrors of the night.And just like that, Damon knew what he had to do If he wanted to learn more about the phantom, hed have to give himself over to it.He closed his eyes, al owing every shun feeling hed ever had about Stefan to wash over him. How Stefan had always taken everything Damon wanted, had stolen it, if he needed to.Damn Stefan, Damon thought bitterly. If his brother hadnt come to town earlier than him, Damon would have had a chance to make Elena fal in love with him first, to be the one to reap the utter devotion he saw in her eyes when she looked at Stefan.Instead, here he was, second-best. He hadnt been enough for Katherine either she had wanted his brother, too. Elena, tiger to the kitten Katherine had been, would have been the perfect mate for Damon. Beautiful, strong, wily, capable of great love, they could have ruled the night together.But she had fal en for his lily-livered weakling of a little brother. Damons claws clenched the branch he sat on.Isnt it sad, a quiet voice beside him suggested, how you try and try, but youre never enough for the women you love?A cool tendril of shock touched his wing. Damon straightened and looked around. Dark fog was winding around the quince tree, just at Damons level. Below, Stefan stood unaware. The fog had come for Damon alone. With a private smile, Damon felt the fog envelop him, and then al was darkness.