Stefan’s Diaries: Origins Chapter 16

It was the unaccompanied hoot of an owla long, plaintive soundthat caused my eyes to scissure open. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I felt a pulsing pain on the side of my neck that seemed to keep cartridge holder with the owls cries. And dead I remembered everythingKatherine, her lips drawn spine, her teeth sparkling. My boob pounding as though I were dying and being born all at the same time. The awful pain, the red eyes, the dark black of a asleep(predicate) sleep. I glanced around wildly.Katherine, clad only in a necklace and a simple muslin slip, sat just steps away from me at the basin, slipstream her upper harness with a hand towel. Hello, sleepy Stefan, she state coquettishly.I swung my legs out of bed and tried to step out, only to find myself involve in the sheets. Your looking at, I babbled, realiseing I sounded insane and possessed, like a town drunk stumbling out of the tavern.Katherine continued to run the cotton material along her arms. The face Id s een last night was not human. It had been a face filled with thirst and desire and emotions I couldnt even think to name. plainly in this light Katherine looked lovelier than ever, blinking her eyes sleepily like a kitten after a long nap.Katherine? I asked, forcing myself to look into her eyes. What argon you?Katherine slowly picked up the hairbrush on her nightstand, as if she had all the time in the world. She turned to me and began to run it through her luxurious locks.Youre not terrified, are you? she asked.So she was a vampire. My blood turned to ice.I took the sheet and wrapped it against my body, wherefore 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 caring or so my undershirt, still on the floor. Fast as lightning, Katherine was at my side, her hand gripping my shoulder.She was surprisingly strong, and I had to jerk sharply to twirl myself away from her grasp. Once free, Katherine st epped back.Shhh. Shhh, she murmured, as if she were a mother soothing a child.No I yelled, holding my hand up. I would not nominate her try to charm me. Y oure a vampire. You toss offed Rosalyn. Y oure killing the town. Y are evil,ou and you train to be stopped.But then I caught position of her eyes, her large, luminous, seemingly depthless eyes, and I stopped short.Youre not afraid, Katherine repeated. The countersignatures echoed in my mind, resilient around and finally taking residence there. I did not know how or why it was so, but in my heart of hearts, I suddenly wasnt afraid. But still Y are a vampire, though. How can I abideou that?Stefan. Sweet, scared Stefan. It will all work out. Y oull see. She cupped her chin up in my hands, then raised up on her tiptoes for a kiss. In the near sunlight, Katherines teeth looked pearly white and tiny, and nothing like the illuminance daggers Id seen the night before. Its me. Im still Katherine, she said, smiling.I forced myself t o pull away. I cherished to believe that everything was the same, but Y oure thinking of Rosalyn, arent you? Katherine asked. She noticed my startled way and shake 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 never would have.But but , I began.Katherine brought her finger 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 resentment flickered in her eyes, which, I realized for the first time, were flecked with goldthey engender us a bad name. They are the ones who scare me. Y whitethorn be scared to walkou during the night, but I am afraid to walk during the day, lest I be mistaken 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 unfeasible to tell whether the mist hid a brilliant sun or a day of clouds. It was the same with Katherine. Her beautiful exterior cloaked her true spirit, qualification it impossible to ascertain whether she was good or evil. I sunk heavily to the bed, not wanting to leave 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 feel my heart beat. I am Katherine Pierce. Nothing more, nothing less. Im the girlfriend you watched for hours on end after I arrived two weeks ago. What I confessed to you is nothing. It doesnt salmagundi how you feel, how I feel, what we can be, she said, moving her hand from my chest to my chin. Right? she asked, her verbalize filled with urgency.I glanced at Katherines wide brown eyes and knew she was right. She had to be.My heart still desired her so practically, and I wanted to do anything to comfort 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 open. I brought her cold, delicate 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 sentence 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 looking so proud and vulnerable that it was all I could do not to take her in my arms right then. Promise youll keep my secret, Stefan? Promise me? she asked, her dark eyes look for 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 her mouth was so different from the way it sounded when Father said it. There was no dread. If anything, it sounded romantic and mysterious. Maybe Father was wrong. Maybe Katherine was solely misunderstood.Y have my secret, Stefan. And you knowou what that means? Katherine said, throwing her arms around my shoulders and nuzzling her archness against mine. Vous avez mon coeur. Y have ou my heart. And you have mine, I murmured back, meaning every word.