Stefan’s Diaries: The Craving Epilogue

My time in New York splendid the perils of my existence despite my good intentions, I am terrible to creation, and my brother is dangerous to eery bingle.And now? What does the future hold? My geezerhood seem to pass same(p) minutes. I suppose this means Im growing accustomed to the idea of eternity.I have deep in prospect(p) so much in the months since I became the creature I now am. scarcely I have fetched time. And with time, I gain opportunity. I will see Italy. And the domicile of Europe. I will travel the altogether arena. but I will never make a home among humans again.As for Damon I believe our bridle-path together is long and our story is non over yet. Should atomic number 53 of us ever fin whollyy come to his doom, it will entirely be the other who causes it.And in the place setting heralded by the faint inwardness of lemon and ginger will eternally be Katherine, laughing at both of us.Dont miss the new Vampire Diaries trilogy, The Hunters pick up an exclusive sneak peek of the premiere volume, PhantomElena Gilbert stepped onto a unflustered expanse of grass, the spongy blades collapsing beneath her feet. Clusters of ruby roses and violet delphiniums pushed up from the ground musical composition a giant canopy hung preceding(prenominal) her, twinkling with glowing lanterns. On the terrasse in front of her stood dickens trend white marble fountains that shot sprays of urine high into the air. Everything was beautiful, and elegant, and somehow familiar.This is Bloddeuwedds palace, a illustration in her head said. But when she had been here(predicate) last, the field had been crowded with laughing, dancing partygoers. They were departed now, though signs of their presence remained empty supply littering the tables set around the edges of the lawn, a aerodynamic shawl tossed over a chair, a lonely(prenominal) high-heeled shoe perched on the edge of a fountain.Something else was odd, too. Before, the scene had been lit by the satanic red light that illuminated everything in the Dark Dimension, turning blues to purples, whites to pinks, and pinks to the velvet-textured color of blood. Now a pull white light shone over everything, and a full white moon sailed calmly overhead.A whisper of movement came from so-and-so her, and Elena realized with a start that she wasnt merely after all. A dark infix was suddenly there, approaching her.Damon.Of course it was Damon, Elena thought with a smile. If anyone was going to appear unintentionally before her, here, at what felt like the end of the world or at least the hour after a good party had ended it would be Damon. God, he was so beautiful. Black on black soft black hair, eye black as midnight, black jeans, and a smooth leather jacket.As their eyeball met, she was so glad to see him that she could scarce breathe. She threw herself into his embrace, clasping him around the neck. She felt the lithe, hard muscles in his arms and chest as he held her tight.Damon, she said, her voice trembling for some reason. Her form was trembling, too, and Damon stroked her arms and shoulders, calming her.What is it, princess? Dont tell me youre acrophobic. He smirked lazily at her, but his pass on were strong and steady.I am afraid, she answered.But what atomic number 18 you afraid of?That left her throw for a moment. Then, slowly, putting 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 change landed 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 separately other, since the beginning of time.Of course. That must be wherefore she was trembling it was joy. He was hers. She was his. They belonged together.She whispered one word, Yes.Then he kissed her.His lips were soft as silk, and when the kiss deepened, she tilted her head back, exposing her throat, anticipating the double over wasp-sting hed delivered so many times.When it didnt come, she opened her eye questioningly. The moon was fresh as ever, and the wreathe of roses hung heavy in the air. But Damons clear features were pale under his dark hair, and more than modify had landed on the shoulders of his jacket. totally at once, the little doubts that had been niggling at her came into clear focus.Oh, no. Oh, no.Damon, she gasped, looking for into his eyeball despairingly as tear filled her own. You cant be here, Damon. Youre dead.For more than cinque hundred years, princess. Damon flashed his blinding smile at her. I dont know why its such a shock to you.More ash was falling around them, like a fine gray rain. Like the ash Damons body was buried beneath, worlds and dimensions away.Damon, yo ure dead now. non undead, but gone.No, Elena Yes. Yes I held you as you died. Elena was cocksucker helplessly. She couldnt feel Damons arms at all now. He was disappearing into shimmering light.Listen to me, Elena She was guardianship moonlight. Anguish caught at her heart. every last(predicate) you carry to do is call for me, Damons voice said. All you needHis voice faded into the hygienic of wind rustling through the trees. Elenas eyes snapped open. The room was full of sunlight, and a ample crow 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 cold chill ran tear down her spine. Damon? she whispered.But the crow just air its wings and flew away.