'Stefan’s Diaries: The Craving Chapter 21\r'

'Damon and I remained in the cell for several minutes after the man left, too stunned to even discern escaping. The guards didnt come hind end in with the keys. I didnt reprobate them.\r\nI cursed, slamming the bars. It appearmed that no matter what I trenchant to do, which way I turned, things got worse. And the Sutherlands… they had fitting been innocent bystanders, brush up in the path of destruction simply because they were at the impairment place at the wrong time. While my brother didnt actively cause their deaths, he was no less responsible. I turned on him, ready to tear him apart.\r\nAnd accordingly I dictum the look on his face.\r\nDamons eyes had glazed oer and he leaned against the w all in all for support. Hed worn the same groggy expression for weeks after hed woken up as a lamia and disc all everywhereed that Katherine was dead.\r\nâ€Å"What was that?” he whispered, finally feeling at me.\r\n hardly I had no appraisal what that was. All I kn ew was that it was more(prenominal) powerful, more dangerous, more deadly than any creature Id ever encountered. fire at my brother drained past and something interchangeable exhaustion set in. â€Å"Im not sure, though I think he left me a message,” I verbalise, remembering the bloody scrawl on the array of the Sutherlands home. â€Å"But what was that ab proscribed Katherine? What was he to her?”\r\nDamon shrugged. â€Å"I demand no idea. She never told me about that… thing.”\r\nâ€Å"He said we took her from him. What the hell does that mean? What curse is he lecture about? Did Emily cast a spell on someone?” I said. I began to pace, my mind racing.\r\nâ€Å"Im snapshot it means he believes we killed her. Which you did, brother,” Damon said.\r\nIn a pique, Damon sit gobble up down, stretched his legs out, and put his hands behind his head, pillowing it against the stone. I would lounge about no more answers out of him.\r\nI sli d down against the bars and buried my head in my hands, thought process of my time with Katherine. Had she ever said anything about her historical? Let anything slip? But I had been so completely under her thrall that it was impossible to inhabit what had been real and what she had obligeled me to believe. Though I remembered biting her, I didnt induce any memory of her feeding me her blood. But she must have often, as I had plenteous of her blood in my system to come back as a vampire after my mystify shot me. In a funny way, Katherine had do me. We were al close to like her children.\r\nMy mind snagged. â€Å"Did Katherine ever read you about her sire?” I asked, putting haggling to a horrible thought forming in my mind. â€Å"The vampire who made her?”\r\nDamon looked up at me, shocked out of his sulk. â€Å"You think… ?”\r\nI nodded.\r\nDamon leaned back and eruptioned his head against the wall. He had been genuinely in love with Katherine. I wondered if face-off Katherines maker made our little tryst in Mystic Falls seem like a speck in the vastness of eternity.\r\nâ€Å"I estimate we should call a guard over and compel him to free us,” he said droply.\r\nA arduous of commotion from the lobby stopped us. There were ho-hum thuds, like bodies hitting the floor.\r\nThere was a scream. It was sopranino and hard to tell whether it came from a woman or a man, so great was the pain. Then came the abrasive sound of a desk being moved, and what might have been a wooden chair being burst against the wall.\r\nI stood. So did Damon.\r\nDamon and I glanced at all(prenominal) other. The pocket watch Winfield had given me ticked loudly in the sudden silence.\r\nThe door to the stockade opened at a time again and in came a girl eating away mens trousers and black suspenders, a long fair braid over her shoulder.\r\nâ€Å"Lexi!” I gasped.\r\nâ€Å"Im growing tired of bailing you boys out,” she said as she shook the key at us. â€Å"I should leave you in there overnight, memorize you a lesson about making trouble,” she joked.\r\nI reached with and through the bars to grab her free hand. â€Å"Ive never been happier to see anyone.”\r\nâ€Å"I dont doubt it,” Lexi said drily, but a small smile curved the edges of her lips.\r\nDamon rolled his eyes. â€Å"We were just about to free ourselves, thank you very much.”\r\nâ€Å"I dont doubt that, either. Just figured Id speed up the escape,” she said. Her nose twitched, and her flat tone indicated she didnt entirely admire of his existence. The last time shed seen him, hed just gotten through cleaning Callie and was starting in on me.\r\nâ€Å"So did you knock out the entire precinct?” Damon asked, straightening the shoulders of his jacket.\r\nLexi undid the final lock on the door. The door sprang open and I rushed to adopt her. â€Å"No, entirely some of them. The rest I compelled. any(prenom inal) of us dont like needless violence †or messes that need to be explained later,” she said into my shoulder. I released her and she motioned us toward the door. â€Å"Now lets get out of here forrader anyone else shows up.”\r\nâ€Å"I always cover my tracks,” Damon said defensively as we rushed through the door of the containment sphere and into the front offices. Several policemen sit down at their desks, poring over ledgers, oblivious to the two prisoners escaping and the general state of disarray. Desks had been pushed aside, among the slivery remains of what had once been a chair, and the man who had sat there was lying on the floor, a runnel of blood leaking from his head. But his eyes were open and he appeared to be whispering some word over and over again.\r\nâ€Å"Strong-willed, that one,” Lexi said.\r\nâ€Å"How were you able to find us?” I asked, following her down the stairs.\r\nâ€Å"A mysterious Italian count with black hai r and ice-blue eyes and a flair for the dramatic sweeps into the New York affectionate survey and very quickly marries the most eligible union girl?” she said, rolling her eyes. â€Å"They ran your picture in the social pages.”\r\nDamon at least had the grace to look sheepish.\r\nâ€Å"I always cover my tracks,” she mimicked. â€Å"There are a lot of ways to live rich and strongly as a vampire… none of which want sweeping into the New York social scene…”\r\nâ€Å"… and marrying the most eligible society girl. Fair enough,” Damon conceded. â€Å"At least I did it with style.”\r\nWe exited the prison, and the cold evening air rinse over me. The stars were just beginning to flicker in the night sky, and the gaslights cast a warm send over the street. It was a beautiful night, the like of which Bridget, Lydia, Winfield, and Mrs. Sutherland would never enjoy again †all because of me, Damon, and Katherine.\r\nI only ca me to New York to escape. Escape Damon, memories of Callie, vampires, Mystic Falls, Katherine… and yet it all still followed me like an onerous shadow. I knew then that Id never escape my past, not fully. Such saturnine things dont fade with time †they merely reverberate through the centuries.\r\nI could only hope that Margaret was safe somewhere, away from the hell-beast that had violently murdered her entire family.\r\n'