Stefan’s Diaries: The Craving Chapter 27

thither was nothing to indicate the theodolite of hours inside the undulateowless vault not the barest tip of sunlight ever made its personal manner under its doors. Days melted into weeks, maybe months. It tangle as if an eternity had passed, and to date another stretched reveal endlessly so aner us.Lexi and I had stopped talking. Not extinct of anger or hopelessness, tho besides because we couldnt anymore. We didnt obligate bounteous strength to cram ourselves to scream when we heard someone approach, a great deal less get up and engagement the stone that kept us buried. There was no more strength to manage the darkness, no strength to stand up. If Id pipe exhaust required my heart to survive, Im not sealed Id have had the strength to keep linage pumping th roughly my veins.We record silently side by side(p) to each other. If anyone ever found us, a hundred years from then, we would look pathetic, desire a sister and brother in some horrible fairy rumor t rapped in a witchs basement. all(prenominal) passing second drained me of my Power. My eyeball no longer parsed the darkness. The silence was despotic as sounds from the outside world feeble into oblivion. All that I had left was my signified of touch the feel of Lexis waxy hand, the rough wood of the battered coffin adjacent to me, the cool metal band of my unprofitable ring.I felt almost human race once again, in the worst possible way. And as my Power retreated sufferingfully, so with it went my immortality. I had never noticed its continual armorial bearing until it began to disappear, leaving meat and bone, outlook and fluids, and pickings external all that was supernatural about me with it.Except for my hungriness.My vampire side reacted to starvation. My odontiasis ached and burned- all over with penury so mischievously that I would have shed separate if Id had any. argument weaseled its way into my e genuinely thought. I dreamed of how it had beaded up, jewel- interchangeable, on Callies riff when shed cut herself. How smoky my childhood crush, clementine tree Haverford, had tasted going down. How, as my father lay dying on the floor of his study, his affinity had spread out around him like greedy, searmentumg fingers, staining e genuinelything in weed a dark, delicious red.In the end, everything comes back up up to extraction. Vampires are nothing but hunger personified, designed expressly for the purpose of larceny blood from our victims. Our look compel them to entrust us, our fangs rip open their veins, and our mouths drain them of their very life source.BloodBloodBloodBloodThe word whispered to me oer and all everywhere, like a song caught in ones head, filling every crevice of my brain and coating each memory with its rally odourise.And then a very beaten(prenominal) voice began to talk to me.Hello, Stefan.Katherine? I croaked, yet able to get the words out.I managed to turn my head just enough to see her spra wled voluptuously on a set of silk pillow cushions. She looked exactly as she had the night of the massacre, before they took her away and killed her. glorious and partially undressed, her pouty lips giving me a shrewd smile.Are you alive?Shhhh, she said, leaning over to stroke my cheek. You dont look well.I unappealing my eyes as her intoxicating scent of lemon and ginger swept over me, so familiar and so material that I swooned. She must have provide recently because the heat from her skin burned in the cold tomb.I offer I could help you, she whispered, her lips close to mine.Your. Fault, I managed to breathe.Oh, Stefan, she scolded. You may not have been as willing as your brother, but you didnt hardly object to my ministrations.As if to emphasize her words, she leaned over and pressed her soft lips to my cheek. Again and again dragging them down my parched neck. Very, very delicately, she teased me, letting the tips of her fangs just deflate my skin.I moaned. My head spun .But. You. Burned, I rasped. I saw the church.Do you wish me dead(a)? she asked, fire in her eyes. Do you lack me to burn, to collapse to the ground in a pile of ashes, simply because you cant have me all to yourself? No I protested, trying to touch her off my neck. Because you made me a hellerHer laugh was light and melodic, like the wind chimes Mother had hung on the front porch of Veritas. behemoth? Really, Stefan, one day you will retrieve what you knew to be true back in New Orleans that what I have given you is a gift, not a curse.Youre as mad as Klaus.She sit down back, alarm etching lines around her chromatic eyes. Her lower lip wobbled. How do you go to bed about K ? The crypt doors exploded into a thousand shards of stone and wood, as though shot through and through with a cannon.I covered my face, the light burning my eyes like acid. When I opened them again, Katherine was gone, and a blurry variety garbed in black wavered in the jagged doorway, haloed by the punishing light.Klaus? Lexi whispered in a terrified voice, clutching my hand.Sorry to disappoint, came a wry voice.Damon I struggled to sit up.Stefan, dont you think its cadence you stopped just waiting around for your big brother to come and deliver you?Without ceremony he reached in, grabbed my wrist, and flung me out of the crypt. I flew into the oppo send wall and fell down into a heap on the marble floor. Damon was gentler with Lexi, though not by much. another(prenominal) weightless corpse, she flopped against me, legs askew.Dust and shrapnel floated around us like fog. I blinked at the characterless walls, trying to get my bearings.Here, Damon said, holding out a silver flask. Youre going to need it to escape.I put my lips against the mouth of the vessel. Blood. Sweet, sweet, bloodA voice in the back of my instinct shouted that it was human blood, but I silenced it with a splosh of heady liquid. I drank deeply, desperately, groaning when Damon grabbed the flask away fr om me.Save some for the lady, he said.Lexi drank jealously as well. Blood dripped down her chin and around her lips as she sucked hard and silently. Her skin, which had been drawn, crazy and wrinkled as an old muliebrityhoods, alter out and became pink and puffy.Thanks, sailor, she breathed. I involve that.Like a lamp filling a cellar with heat and light, I felt my own Power radiate through my limbs, returning my senses to what they were, imbuing my body with strength that I hadnt experienced since before I started alimentation only animals.As my vision cleared, I gasped. Behind Damon, a black-haired woman stood with one hand to her temple, the other gripped into a fist at her side. Her eyes were unlikeable and her body shook with the slightest of tremors. It looked like she was in deep pain, being held in transport while unknown tortures were applied to her mind and body.Margaret.And she wasnt alone. There was a prone figure in front of her, writhing in pain, and I realized with a bump around that Margaret wasnt being tortured she was the one inflicting pain in another. In Lucius.In the super-vampire, so Powerful, yet still only a foot soldier of Klaus, the demon at once descended from hell. Lucius had murdered an entire family, captured me with ease, and caught Lexi like a troublesome mouse. The monster had his head in his hands and was screaming, terrible screams that seemed to send reverberations through the very chapel.Is that Margaret? I asked, dumbfounded.Damon pulled me up, propelled me toward the door.We cant leave herShell be fineBut Questions later. Running now.And so, with one last look at the woman who had brought Hell itself to its knees, I ran away from the site of my imprisonment and out into moonlight.