Caroline, mouth working, was staring at the velvet book. She seemed to have forgotten the audience altogether. She turned the diary over and over in her hands, looking at all sides of it. Her movements became frantic. She thrust a hand into the reticule as if she somehow hoped to find something else in it. Then she cast a wild glance around the stage as if what she was looking for might have fallen to the ground.
The audience was murmuring, getting impatient. Mayor Dawley and the high school principal were exchanging tight-lipped frowns.
Having found nothing on the floor, Caroline was staring at the small book again. But now she was gazing at it as if it were a scorpion. With a sudden gesture, she wrenched it open and looked inside, as if her last hope was that only the cover had changed and the words inside might be Elena’s.
Then she slowly looked up from the book at the packed cafetorium.
Silence had descended again, and the moment drew out, while every eye remained fixed on the girl in the pale green gown. Then, with an inarticulate sound, Caroline whirled and clattered off the stage. She struck at Elena as she went by, her face a mask of rage and hatred.
Gently, with a feeling of floating, Elena stooped to pick up what Caroline had tried to hit her with.
Caroline’s diary.
There was activity behind Elena as people ran after Caroline, and in front of her as the audience exploded into comment, argument, discussion. Elena found Stefan. He looked as if jubilation was sneaking up on him. But he also looked as bewildered as Elena felt. Bonnie and Meredith were the same. As Stefan’s gaze crossed hers, Elena felt a rush of gratitude and joy, but her predominant emotion was awe.
It was a miracle. Beyond all hope, they had been rescued. They’d been saved.
And then her eyes picked out another dark head among the crowd.
Damon was leaning… no, lounging… against the north wall. His lips were curved into a half smile, and his eyes met Elena’s boldly.
Mayor Dawley was beside her, urging her forward, quieting the crowd, trying to restore order. It was no use. Elena read her selection in a dreamy voice to a babbling group of people who weren’t paying attention in the slightest. She wasn’t paying attention, either; she had no idea what words she was saying. Every so often she looked at Damon.
There was applause, scattered and distracted, when she finished, and the mayor announced the rest of the events for that afternoon. And then it was all over, and Elena was free to go.
She floated offstage without any conscious idea of where she was going, but her legs carried her to the north wall. Damon’s dark head moved out the side door and she followed it.
The air in the courtyard seemed deliciously cool after the crowded room, and the clouds above were silvery and swirling. Damon was waiting for her.
Her steps slowed but did not stop. She moved until she was only a foot or so away from him, her eyes searching his face.
There was a long moment of silence and then she spoke. “Why?”
“I thought you’d be more interested in how.” He patted his jacket significantly. “I got invited in for coffee this morning after scraping up an acquaintance last week.”
“But why?”
He shrugged, and for just an instant something like consternation flickered across his finely drawn features. It seemed to Elena that he himself didn’t know why—or didn’t want to admit it.
“For my own purposes,” he said.
“I don’t think so.” Something was building between them, something that frightened Elena with its power. “I don’t think that’s the reason at all.”
There was a dangerous glimmer in those dark eyes. “Don’t push me, Elena.”
She moved closer, so that she was almost touching him, and looked at him. “I think,” she said, “that maybe you need to be pushed.”
His face was only inches away from hers, and Elena never knew what might have happened if at that moment a voice hadn’t broken in on them.
“You did manage to make it after all! I’m so glad!”
It was Aunt Judith. Elena felt as if she were being whisked from one world to another. She blinked dizzily, stepping back, letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.
“And so you got to hear Elena read,” Aunt Judith continued happily. “You did a beautiful job, Elena, but I don’t know what was going on with Caroline. The girls in this town are all acting bewitched lately.”
“Nerves,” suggested Damon, his face carefully solemn. Elena felt an urge to giggle and then a wave of irritation. It was all very well to be grateful to Damon for saving them, but if not for Damon there wouldn’t have been a problem in the first place. Damon had committed the crimes Caroline wanted to pin on Stefan.
“And where is Stefan?” she said, voicing her next thought aloud. She could see Bonnie and Meredith in the courtyard alone.
Aunt Judith’s face showed her disapproval. “I haven’t seen him,” she said briefly. Then she smiled fondly. “But I have an idea; why don’t you come to dinner with us, Damon? Then afterwards perhaps you and Elena could—”
“Stop it!” said Elena to Damon. He looked politely inquiring.
“What?” said Aunt Judith.
“Stop it!” Elena said to Damon again. “You know what. Just stop it right now!”
Fifteen
“Elena, you’re being rude!” Aunt Judith seldom got angry but she was angry now. “You’re too old for this kind of behavior.”
“It’s not rudeness! You don’t understand—”
“I understand perfectly. You’re acting just the way you did when Damon came to dinner. Don’t you think a guest deserves a little more consideration?”
Frustration flooded over Elena. “You don’t even know what you’re talking about,” she said. This was too much. To hear Damon’s words coming from Aunt Judith’s lips… it was unbearable.
“Elena!” A mottled flush was creeping up Aunt Judith’s cheeks. “I’m shocked at you! And I have to say that this childish behavior only started since you’ve been going out with that boy.”
“Oh, ’that boy’.” Elena glared at Damon.
“Yes, that boy!” Aunt Judith answered. “Ever since you lost your head over him you’ve been a different person. Irresponsible, secretive—and defiant! He’s been a bad influence from the start, and I won’t tolerate it any more.”
“Oh, really?” Elena felt as if she were talking to Damon and Aunt Judith at once, and she looked back and forth between the two of them. All the emotions she’d been suppressing for the last days—for the last weeks, for the months since Stefan had come into her life—were surging forward. It was like a great tidal wave inside her, over which she had no control.
She realized she was shaking. “Well, that’s too bad because you’re going to have to tolerate it. I am never going to give Stefan up, not for anyone. Certainly not for you!” This last was meant for Damon, but Aunt Judith gasped.
“That’s enough!” Robert snapped. He’d appeared with Margaret, and his face was dark. “Young lady, if this is how that boy encourages you to speak to your aunt—”
“He’s not ’that boy’!” Elena took another step back, so she could face all of them. She was making a spectacle of herself, everyone in the courtyard was looking. But she didn’t care. She had been keeping a lid on her feelings for so long, shoving down all the anxiety and the fear and the anger where it wouldn’t be seen. All the worry about Stefan, all the terror over Damon, all the shame and humiliation she’d suffered at school, she’d buried it deep. But now it was coming back. All of it, all at once, in a maelstrom of impossible violence. Her heart was pounding crazily; her ears rang. She felt that nothing mattered except to hurt the people who stood in front of her, to show them all.