Stefan’s Diaries: The Craving Epilogue

My time in New York clarified the perils of my existence contempt my good intentions, I am good to humans, and my br some other is dangerous to every single.And zero(prenominal)? What does the upcoming hold? My days seem to go a unyielding like minutes. I suppose this message Im growing accustomed to the idea of eternity.I move over lost so more than in the months since I became the creature I now am. But I have gained time. And with time, I gain opportunity. I bequeath see Italy. And the rest of Europe. I impart travel the whole cosmos. But I will never make a home among humans again.As for Damon I believe our road together is long and our story is not over yet. Should one of us ever finally uprise to his doom, it will only be the other who causes it.And in the background heralded by the faint perfume of lemon and gingery will forever and a day be Katherine, laugh at both of us.Dont miss the reinvigorated Vampire Diaries trilogy, The Hunters Read an exclusive snatch p eek of the first volume, PhantomElena sarin stepped onto a smooth expanse of grass, the sloppy blades collapsing beneath her feet. Clusters of scarlet roses and violet delphiniums pushed up from the ground while a freak canopy hung above her, twinkling with glowing lanterns. On the terrace in movement of her stood two curving clean-living marble fountains that shot sprays of water high into the air. Everything was beautiful, and elegant, and in some way familiar.This is Bloddeuwedds palace, a vocalism in her go say. But when she had been here last, the field had been move with laughing, dancing troupegoers. They were gone now, though signs of their presence remained empty glasses littering the tables set near the edges of the lawn, a silken shawl tossed over a chair, a lone high-heeled shoe perched on the edge of a fountain.Something else was odd, too. Before, the scene had been lit by the hellish red comfortable that illuminated everything in the Dark Dimension, tur n of events blues to purples, whites to pinks, and pinks to the velvety color of blood. straight off a clear white crystalise shone over everything, and a ample white moon sailed calmly overhead.A verbalize of movement came from behind her, and Elena veritableized with a start that she wasnt alone after all. A dark figure was suddenly there, attack her.Damon.Of course it was Damon, Elena concept with a smile. If anyone was difference to appear unexpectedly before her, here, at what matte up like the end of the world or at least the bit after a good party had ended it would be Damon. God, he was so beautiful. Black on black subdued black hair, eyes black as midnight, black jeans, and a smooth strap jacket.As their eyes met, she was so pleased to see him that she could hardly breathe. She threw herself into his embrace, clasping him round the neck. She felt the lithe, hard muscles in his blazonry and breast as he held her tight.Damon, she said, her voice tingle for some reason. Her body was trembling, too, and Damon stroked her arms and shoulders, tranquillise her.What is it, princess? Dont tell me youre xenophobic. He smirked lazily at her, but his hands were strong and steady.I am afraid, she answered.But what are you afraid of?That left her puzzled for a moment. Then, slowly, set her cheek against his, she said, Im afraid that this is just a dream. Ill tell you a secret, he said into her ear. You and I are the only real things here. Its everything else thats the dream.Just you and I? Elena echoed, an uneasy thought nagging at her, as though she was forgetting something or someone. A fleck of modify arrive on her dress, and she absently brushed it away.Its just the two of us, Elena, Damon said sharply. Youre mine. Im yours. Weve always loved each other, since the beginning of time.Of course. That moldinessiness be why she was trembling it was joy. He was hers. She was his. They belonged together.She whispered one word, Yes.Then he k issed her.His lips were soft as silk, and when the kiss deepened, she tip her head back, exposing her throat, anticipating the double wasp-sting hed delivered so many other(prenominal) times.When it didnt come, she opened her eyes questioningly. The moon was glossy as ever, and the scent of roses hung heavy in the air. But Damons chiseled features were pale beneath his dark hair, and more ash had landed on the shoulders of his jacket. All at once, the trivial doubts that had been niggling at her came into clear focus.Oh, no. Oh, no.Damon, she gasped, looking into his eyes despondently as tears filled her own. You cant be here, Damon. Youre dead.For more than five hundred years, princess. Damon flashed his glaring smile at her. I dont exist why its such a spite to you.More ash was falling around them, like a fine color in rain. Like the ash Damons body was buried beneath, worlds and dimensions away.Damon, youre dead now. Not undead, but gone.No, Elena Yes. Yes I held you as you died. Elena was sobbing helplessly. She couldnt feel Damons arms at all now. He was go away into shimmering light.Listen to me, Elena She was holding moonlight. Anguish caught at her heart.All you need to do is treat for me, Damons voice said. All you needHis voice faded into the sound of wind go through the trees. Elenas eyes snapped open. The room was full of fair weatherlight, and a huge gasconade was perched on the sill of her open window. A cloud must have gone over the sun for a moment, the world was dim.The crow tilted its head to one side and gave another croak, watching her with bright eyes.A stale chill ran down her spine. Damon? she whispered.But the crow just spread its wings and flew away.