The Vampire Diaries: The Hunters: Phantom by L. J. Smith

Author:L. J. Smith [Smith, L. J.]
Language: inh
Format: epub, pdf
ISBN: 9780062017680
Google: hte6Y5YqjNMC
Amazon: 0062017683
Publisher: HarperTeen
Published: 2011-10-24T22:00:00+00:00

“Please be careful, Damon,” said Sage, worry lines marring his bronzed forehead.

It wasn’t often that the muscular Keeper of the Gates looked worried—or spoke only one language at a time—but ever since Damon had staggered back from death and out of the ashes, Sage had spoken softly and clearly to him in English, treating the vampire as if he were likely to shatter at any minute.

“I usual y am careful,” said Damon, leaning against the wal of what they cal ed, for want of a better term, the mystical elevator. “Unless I’m being heart-stoppingly brave, of course.” The words were right, but to Damon’s own ears, his voice sounded off: hoarse and hesitant.

Sage seemed to hear the wrongness there, too, and his handsome face furrowed in a frown. “You can stay longer if you want.”

Damon leaned back against the plain white wal . “I have to go,” he said wearily, for what felt like the mil ionth time. “She’s in danger. But thank you for everything, Sage.” He wouldn’t be here now without Sage. The powerful vampire had cleaned Damon up, given him clothes

—stylish black clothes in the right size—and fed him blood and rich Black Magic wine until Damon had been hauled back from the edge of death and realized who he was again.

But … Damon didn’t feel like himself. There was a strange empty ache inside him, as if he’d left something behind, buried deep under the ash.

Sage was stil frowning, staring at him with grave concern. Damon pul ed himself together and gave Sage a sudden bril iant smile. “Wish me luck,” he said.

The smile helped: The other vampire’s face relaxed. “Bonne chance, mon ami,” he said. “I wish you the very best of luck.”

Bilingual again, Damon thought. I must be looking better.

“Fel ’s Church,” he said into the empty air. “The United States, the mortal realm. Somewhere I can hide.” He raised a hand in solemn salute to Sage and pushed the elevator’s single button.

Elena woke up in darkness. She ran a quick and automatic mental check: smooth, fabric-softener-scented cotton sheets, dim light from the window past the foot of her bed on the right, the faint sound of Robert snoring in his and Aunt Judith’s bedroom at the other end of the hal . Her own old familiar room. Home again.

She heaved a deep sigh. She didn’t feel quite as mired in despair as she had when she climbed into bed; things were dark, but she could admit there was a possibility they might someday get better again. But her eyes and throat felt raw from crying. She missed Damon so much.

A floorboard creaked. Elena stiffened. She knew that creak. It was the high, complaining whine the floorboard over near her window gave if you stepped right in the middle of it. Someone was in her room.

Elena lay very stil , running through the possibilities. Stefan would have announced himself as soon as he heard her sigh. Was it Margaret, quietly wandering in to crawl into bed with Elena?

“Margaret?” she asked softly.

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