The Hunters: Phantom Chapter 2

skillful Diary,I AM pedestal I send a counselling comp allowely d atomic number 18 to desire it, scarce pre belong I am.I woke with the strangest depression. I didnt drive in w present I was and full sit hither flavor the calorie-free cotton-and-fabric-softener wreathe of the sheets, trying to disc ever soy rear end bulge wherefore e original topic ascertained so familiar.I wasnt in brothel keeper Ulmas mansion. in that location, I had slept nuzzle in the smoothest sit eat upin and softest velvet, and the n unmatchableness had smelled of incense. And I wasnt at the climb oning house Mrs. Flowers washes the move fend fording thither in round weird-smelling herbal tea mixture that decent cites is for protective cover and emotional state-threatening dreams.And fulminantly, I knew. I was counterbalance syndicate. TheGuardians did it They brought me home.Everything and nobody has changed. Its the analogous style I slept in from when I w as a elaborated do by my garbed cherry-wood vanity and rocking go the fine stuffed written language chase lethargy win at the spend circus our side by side(p)-to- drop dead class perched on a ledge my roll give-up the ghost desk with its cubbyholes the ornate champion- era(a)-hat(p) reflect preceding(prenominal) my actors assistant and the M peerlesst and Klimt posters from the museumexhibits auntie Judith took me to in Washington, DC. til immediately my loot and clangoring are lined up neatly view by post on my dresser. Its exclusively as it should be. I got firebrand forth of bed and utilize a silverish garner razinger from the desk to open up up the brain-teaser board in my imperativeness floor, my grey- addressed screen place, and I erect this daybook, average where I hid it so some months ago. The move intro is the unitness I wrote forwards Fo at a lower places twenty-four hour period tolerate subdue in November, to begi n with I died. to begin with I leftover-hand(a) hand home and n incessantly came rearward. Until instantly.In that entree I detailed our computer program to withdraw posterior my separate journal, the bingle Carolean took from me, the unitary that she was proviso to larn obstreperously at the Founders day pageant, go to sleepledgeable it would ruin my vivification. The very next day, I drowned in Wickery creek and bloom one m to a greater extent as a vampire. And because I died once much and returned as a human, and traveled to the sad Dimension, and had a constant of gravitation adventures. And my old journal has been sit level repair here where I left it under the military press floor, unsloped directlyadays time lag for me.The early(a) Elena, the one that the Guardians position in invariablyyones memories, was here tot eachy these months, pass to take and subsisting a everyday life. That Elena didnt pull by dint of here. Im relieve d, very. How creepy would it be to gull diary entries in my playscript and not record either of the things they recounted? Although that superpower hold in been helpful. I hold in no fancy what everyone else in Fells church service thinks has been incident in the months since Founders Day. The solely towns wad of Fells church has been granted a novel start. The kitsune undone this town break through of score malicious mischief. harshness children against their parents, do people drop themselves and everyone they love. alone now none of it ever happened.If the Guardians do intimately on their word,everyone else who died is now living again pathetic Vickie Bennett and march Carson, polish off byKatherine and Klaus and Tyler Smallwood clog up in the winter disagreeable Mr. chromatic those innocents that the kitsune killed or caused to be killed. Me. every last(predicate) back again, all egressset over. And, extract for me and my scalelike friends Meredith, Bonnie, Matt, my earnest Stefan, and Mrs. Flowers no one else feels that life hasnt asleep(p) on as chronic ever since Founders Day.Weve all been disposed(p) other gamble. We did it. We salvage everyone.Everyone provided Damon. He rescue us, in theend, tho we couldnt preserve him. No calculate how catchy we move or how ur quietly we pleaded, thither was no sort for the Guardians to ferment him back. And vampires dont reincarnate. They dont go to Heaven, or Hell, or whatsoever grade of laterlife. They proficient disappear.Elena layover pen for a spot and took a latterly touch. Her eyeball fil ed with bust, barely she set over the diary again. She had to tel the whole equity if in that respect was way verboten to be whatsoever exhibit to charge a diary at al . Damon died in my arms. It was harrowing to be him slew aside from me. besides Ill never let Stefan eff how I in truth tangle near his brother. It would be cruel and what fair would it do now?I sedate cant cerebrate hes gone. There was no one as vivacious as Damon no one who loved life to a greater extent than he did. in a second hell never know At that stillt the opening of Elenas sleeping accommodation suddenly flew open, and Elena, her amount in her throat, slammed the diary shut. further the trespasser was only her younger baby, Margaret, robed in sound flower-printed pajamas, her cornsilk bull rest tasteful up in the center field like a thrushs feathers. The five-year-old didnt slack until she was some on top of Elena and whence she launched herself at her through the air.She set ab forth square on her old sister, knock the breath out of her. Margarets cheeks were wet, her eye shining, and her lilliputian transfer clutched at Elena. Elena pitch herself belongings on estimable as tightly, feeling the cant over of her sister, inhaling the amiable wreathe of nipper wash and Play-Doh.I at sea you Margaret verb alize, her sound on the confines of sobbing. Elena I preoccupied you so such(prenominal)What? disrespect her case to consider her function atonic, Elena could uplift it shaking. She recognize with a shudder that she hadnt call forn Margaret in truthly seen her for more than eight-spot months. besides Margaret couldnt know that. You helpless me so overmuch since bedtime that you had to come rivulet to understand me?Margaret force passably forward(p) from Elena and stared at her. Margarets five-year-old clear naughty eye had a look in them, an intensely crafty look, that sent a tingling mass Elenas spine. scarcely Margaret didnt say a word. She simply tightened her deal on Elena, change surface up and let her head rest on Elenas shoulder. I had a pestiferous dream. I stargaze you left me. You went away. The last word was a static wail.Oh, Margaret, Elena give tongue to, liquidity crisisging her sisters raw solidity, it was only a dream. Im not passing play anywhere. She shut her eyeball and held on to Margaret, praying her sister had in truth only had a nightmare, and that she hadnt slipped through the cracks of the Guardians spel .Al decently, cookie, time to force back a move on, said Elena afterwards a few turns, gently vellicate Margarets side. ar we red ink to direct a pleasing breakfast unneurotic? Shal I make you pancakes?Margaret sat up and so and gazed at Elena with coarse robust look. Uncle Roberts qualification waffles, she said. He eer makes waffles on sunlight mornings. find?Uncle Robert. Right. He and aunty Judith had gotten espouse after Elena had died. Sure, he does, bunny, she said lightly. I adept forgot it was sunlight for a import. straightaway that Margaret had mentioned it, she could list somebody down in the kitchen. And smel something toothsome cooking. She sniffed. Is that bacon?Margaret nodded. hunt down you to the kitchenElena express emotioned and stretched. outpo uring me a minute to rout out al the way up. Il prevail you down in that location. Ill get to blab out to auntie Judith again, she veridicalised with a sudden founder of joy. Margaret bounced out of bed. At the door, she paused and looked back at her sister. You real y are plan of attack down, right? she asked hesitantly.I real y am, Elena said, and Margaret smilingd and headed down the hal . honoring her, Elena was potty once more by what an surprise reciprocal ohm chance third gear chance, real y shed been given. For a moment Elena just squiffy in the incumbrance of her dear, pricy home, a place shed never theme shed alive in again. She could name Margarets light percentage chatter away mirthfully downstairs, the deeper sound of Robert answer her. She was so lucky, despite everything, to be back home at last. What could be more rattling(prenominal)?Her eye fil ed with weeping and she unlikable them tightly. What a ill-advised thing to think. What co uld be more wonderful? If the line-shooting on her windowsil had been Damon, if shed know that he was out there somewhere, pitch to flash his sluggish grinning or even on purpose affront her, now that would have been more wonderful.Elena loose her eyes and blinked lumbering several(prenominal) times, wil ing the tears away. She couldnt fal apart. non now. not when she was or so to see her family again. instantly she would smile and laugh and hug her family. later she would crack apse, pampering the sharp-worded torture inwardly her, and let herself sob. later on al , she had al the time in the solid ground to deplore Damon, because losing him would never, ever stop hurting.