Stefan’s Diaries: The Craving Chapter 21

Damon and I remained in the cell for several minutes after the man left, too stunned to even chew everywhere escaping. The guards didnt come back in with the keys. I didnt blame them.I cursed, slamming the bars. It knowmed that no matter what I distinguishable to do, which way I turned, things got worse. And the Sutherlands they had unless been innocent bystanders, swept up in the path of destruction honest because they were at the wrong 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.And then(prenominal) I sawing machine the look on his face.Damons eyes had glazed over and he leaned against the wall for support. Hed worn the same logy expression for weeks after hed woken up as a lamia and discovered that Katherine was dead.What was that? he whispered, finally flavor at me.But I had no idea what that was. All I knew was that it was more powerful, more dangerous, more deadly t han any creature Id ever encountered. Anger at my brother drained away and something equivalent exhaustion set in. Im not sure, though I think he left me a message, I said, remembering the bloody scrawl on the side of the Sutherlands home. But what was that about Katherine? What was he to her?Damon shrugged. I bugger off no idea. She never told me about that thing.He said we took her from him. What the hell does that mean? What curse is he public lecture about? Did Emily cast a spell on someone? I said. I began to pace, my mind racing.Im scene it means he believes we killed her. Which you did, brother, Damon said.In a pique, Damon sit down, stretched his legs out, and put his hands behind his head, pillowing it against the stone. I would squeeze no more answers out of him.I slid down against the bars and buried my head in my hands, view of my time with Katherine. Had she ever said anything about her past? Let anything slip? But I had been so completely under her thrall that it was impossible to know what had been real and what she had compelled me to believe. Though I remembered biting her, I didnt have any memory of her feeding me her blood. But she must have often, as I had copious of her blood in my system to come back as a vampire after my contract shot me. In a funny way, Katherine had made me. We were al about like her children.My mind snagged. Did Katherine ever name you about her sire? I asked, putting words to a horrible thought forming in my mind. The vampire who made her?Damon looked up at me, shocked out of his sulk. You think ?I nodded.Damon leaned back and knocked his head against the wall. He had been genuinely in love with Katherine. I wondered if meeting Katherines maker made our little tryst in Mystic Falls seem like a speck in the vastness of eternity.I envisage we should call a guard over and compel him to free us, he said tritely.A earphone of commotion from the lobby stopped us. There were muffled thuds, like bodies hitting th e floor.There was a scream. It was shrill and hard to tell whether it came from a woman or a man, so great was the pain. Then came the fractious sound of a desk being moved, and what might have been a wooden chair being shatter against the wall.I stood. So did Damon.Damon and I glanced at each other. The pocket watch Winfield had given me ticked loudly in the sudden silence.The door to the stockade opened once again and in came a girl wearying mens trousers and black suspenders, a long blond braid over her shoulder.Lexi I gasped.Im growing tired of bailing you boys out, she said as she shook the key at us. I should leave you in there overnight, con you a lesson about making trouble, she joked.I reached done the bars to grab her free hand. Ive never been happier to see anyone.I dont doubt it, Lexi said drily, but a small smile curved the edges of her lips.Damon rolled his eyes. We were just about to free ourselves, thank you very much.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 approve of his existence. The last time shed seen him, hed just gotten through sidesplitting Callie and was starting in on me.So did you knock out the entire precinct? Damon asked, straightening the shoulders of his jacket.Lexi undid the final lock on the door. The door sprang open and I rushed to hug her. No, lonesome(prenominal) some of them. The rest I compelled. some(prenominal) 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. Now lets get out of here before anyone else shows up.I always cover my tracks, Damon said defensively as we rushed through the door of the containment area and into the front offices. Several policemen sat at their desks, poring over ledgers, oblivious to the two prisoners escaping and the general state of disarray. Desks had been pushed aside, among t he splintery remains of what had once been a chair, and the man who had sat there was lying on the floor, a rivulet of blood leaking from his head. But his eyes were open and he appeared to be whispering some word over and over again.Strong-willed, that one, Lexi said.How were you able to find us? I asked, following her down the stairs.A mysterious Italian count with black hair and ice-blue eyes and a flair for the dramatic sweeps into the New York social scene and very quickly marries the most eligible participation girl? she said, rolling her eyes. They ran your picture in the social pages.Damon at least had the grace to look sheepish.I always cover my tracks, she mimicked. There are a lot of ways to live rich and potently as a vampire none of which involve sweeping into the New York social scene and marrying the most eligible society girl. Fair enough, Damon conceded. At least I did it with style.We exited the prison, and the cold evening air process over me. The stars were ju st beginning to flicker in the night sky, and the gaslights cast a warm shining 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.I only came 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 dark things dont fade with time they merely reverberate through the centuries.I could only hope that Margaret was safe somewhere, away from the hell-beast that had violently murdered her entire family.