Stefan’s Diaries: Origins Chapter 16

It was the lone shite of an owla desire, plaintive dearthat caused my look to snap open. As my eyeball adjusted to the dim light, I matte up a pulsing pain on the side of my neck that seemed to keep clock time with the owls cries. And suddenly I remembered everythingKatherine, her lips drawn back, her teeth sparkling. My nervus pounding as though I were dying and being natural any at the same time. The stately pain, the red eyes, the dark black of a dead sleep. I glanced around wildly.Katherine, garment only in a necklace and a simple muslin slip, sat just graduation a air from me at the basin, washing her speeding arms with a reach towel. Hello, sleepyheaded Stefan, she said coquettishly.I swung my legs come in of have sex and tried to step out, only to view myself tangled in the sheets. Your face, I babbled, cunning I sounded insane and possessed, like a town d go byk stumbling out of the tavern.Katherine keep to run the cotton cloth on her arms. The face Id seen last night was not human. It had been a face filled with passion and desire and emotions I couldnt even estimate to name. But in this light Katherine looked lovelier than ever, flaming(a) her eyes sleepily like a kitten after a long nap.Katherine? I asked, forcing myself to look into her eyes. What are you?Katherine easily picked up the hairbrush on her nightstand, as if she had only the time in the world. She dark to me and began to run it through her luxurious locks.Youre not afraid(predicate), are you? she asked.So she was a lamia. My blood turned to ice.I took the sheet and wrapped it against my body, whence grabbed my breeches from the side of the bed and pulled them on. I quickly shoved my feet into my boots and yanked on my shirt, not affectionateness more or less my undershirt, quiet on the floor. sporting as lightning, Katherine was at my side, her devote preh block my shoulder.She was surprisingly strong, and I had to jerk crisply to wrench myself awa y from her grasp. Once free, Katherine stepped back.Shhh. Shhh, she murmured, as if she were a mother soothing a child.No I yelled, holding my hand up. I would not have her probe to charm me. Y oure a vampire. You killed Rosalyn. Y oure killing the town. Y are evil,ou and you necessitateiness to be stop.But then I caught sight of her eyes, her large, luminous, seemingly depthless eyes, and I stopped short.Youre not afraid, Katherine repeated. The words echoed in my legal opinion, peppy around and finally taking mansion there. I did not fill out how or why it was so, entirely in my essence of hearts, I suddenly wasnt afraid. But inactive Y are a vampire, though. How backside I abideou that?Stefan. Sweet, s keepingd Stefan. It depart all work out. Y oull see. She cupped her raise in my hands, then raised up on her tiptoes for a kiss. In the costly sunlight, Katherines teeth looked pearly white and tiny, and postcode like the miniature daggers Id seen the night before. I ts me. Im quiet down Katherine, she said, smiling.I forced myself to pull away. I wanted to call back that everything was the same, but Y oure thinking of Rosalyn, arent you? Katherine asked. She noticed my startled normal and shook her head. Its natural that youd think I could do that, based on what I am, but I promise you, I did not kill her. And I neer would have.But but , I began.Katherine brought her flip to my lips. Shhh. I was with you that night. Remember? I care about you, and I care about those you care about. And I dont know how Rosalyn died, but whoever did thata flash of anger flickered in her eyes, which, I realized for the first time, were dotted with goldthey give us a bad name. They are the ones who scare me. Y may be scared to locomoteou during the night, but I am afraid to walk during the day, lest I be ill-judged for one of those monsters. I may be a vampire, but I do have a heart. Please believe me, sweet Stefan.I took a step back and cradled my head in my hands. My mind whirled. The sun was just beginning to rise, and it was hopeless to tell whether the mist hid a lifelike sun or a day of clouds. It was the same with Katherine. Her beautiful exterior mask her true spirit, making it impossible to underwrite whether she was good or evil. I drop heavily to the bed, not wanting to get away and not wanting to stay.Y need to trust me, Katherine said, sittingou down beside me and placing her hand on my chest so she could look my heart beat. I am Katherine Pierce. nonentity more, nothing less. Im the girl you watched for hours on end after I arrived two weeks ago. What I confessed to you is nothing. It doesnt change how you feel, how I feel, what we can be, she said, despicable her hand from my chest to my chin. Right? she asked, her vocalism filled with urgency.I glanced at Katherines extensive brown eyes and knew she was right. She had to be.My heart still desired her so much(prenominal), and I wanted to do anything to pr otect her. Because she wasnt a vampire she was Katherine. I grabbed both of her hands, cupping them in my own. They looked so small and vulnerable. I brought her cold, small fingers to my mouth and kissed them, one by one. Katherine looked so scared and unsure.Y didnt kill Rosalyn? I said slowly. Even asou the curse left my lips, I knew it to be true, because my heart would break if it werent.Katherine shook her head and gazed at the window. I would never kill anyone unless I had to. Unless I needed to protect myself or someone I loved. And anyone would kill in that situation, wouldnt they? she asked indignantly, jutting out her chin and flavour so proud and vulnerable that it was all I could do not to ready her in my arms right then. tell youll keep my secret, Stefan? Promise me? she asked, her dark eyes searching mine.Of course I will, I said, making the promise as much to myself as to her. I loved Katherine. And yes, she was a vampire. And yet the way the word came out of h er mouth was so different from the way it sounded when Father said it. There was no dread. If anything, it sounded romantic and mysterious. perchance Father was wrong. Maybe Katherine was simply misunderstood.Y have my secret, Stefan. And you knowou what that means? Katherine said, throwing her arms around my shoulders and nuzzling her plaque against mine. Vous avez mon coeur. Y have ou my heart. And you have mine, I murmured back, meaning every word.