The Dark Reunion by L. J. Smith Page A

good.”
    Bonnie nodded and relaxed back into the seat. Meredith’s car had never seemed so comfortable before.
    When she looked at Meredith again, the dark-haired girl was asleep.
    Oh, great. Terrific. Bonnie stared into the dregs of her coffee mug, making a face. She didn’t dare relax again; if they
both
fell asleep, it could be disastrous. She dug her nails into her palms and stared at Vickie’s lighted window.
    When she found the image blurring and doubling on her, she knew something had to be done.
    Fresh air. That would help. Without bothering to be too quiet about it, she unlocked the door and pulled the handle up. The door clicked open, but Meredith went on breathing deeply.
    She must really be tired, Bonnie thought, getting out. She shut the door more gently, locking Meredith inside. It was only then that she realized she herself didn’t have a key.
    Oh, well, she’d wake Meredith to let her back in. Meanwhile she’d go check on Vickie. Vickie was probably still awake.
    The sky was brooding and overcast, but the night was warm. Behind Vickie’s house the black walnut trees stirred very faintly. Crickets sang, but their monotonous chirping only seemed likepart of a larger silence.
    The scent of honeysuckle filled Bonnie’s nostrils. She tapped on Vickie’s window lightly with her fingernails, peering through the crack in the curtains.
    No answer. On the bed she could make out a lump of blankets with unkempt brown hair sticking out the top. Vickie was asleep too.
    As Bonnie stood there, the silence seemed to thicken around her. The crickets weren’t singing anymore, and the trees were still. And yet it was as if she was straining to hear something she
knew
was there.
    I’m not alone, she realized.
    None of her ordinary senses told her this. But her sixth sense, the one that sent chills up her arms and ice down her spine, the one that was newly awakened to the presence of Power, was certain. There was … something … near. Something … watching her.
    She turned slowly, afraid to make a sound. If she didn’t make any noise, maybe whatever it was wouldn’t get her. Maybe it wouldn’t notice her.
    The silence had become deadly, menacing. Ithummed in her ears with the beat of her own blood. And she couldn’t help imagining what might come screaming out of it at any minute.
    Something with hot, moist hands, she thought, staring into the darkness of the backyard. Black on gray, black on black was all she could see. Every shape might be anything, and all the shadows seemed to be moving. Something with hot, sweaty hands and arms strong enough to crush her—
    The snap of a twig exploded through her like gunfire.
    She spun toward it, eyes and ears straining. But there was only darkness and silence.
    Fingers touched the back of her neck.
    Bonnie whirled again, almost falling, almost fainting. She was too frightened to scream. When she saw who it was, shock robbed all her senses and her muscles collapsed. She would have ended up in a heap on the ground if he hadn’t caught her and held her straight.
    “You look frightened,” Damon said softly.
    Bonnie shook her head. She didn’t have any voice yet. She thought she still might faint. But she tried to pull away just the same.
    He didn’t tighten his grip, but he didn’t let go. And struggling did about as much good as trying to break a brick wall with bare hands. She gave up and tried to calm her breathing.
    “Are you frightened
me
?” Damon said. He smiled reprovingly, as if they shared a secret. “You don’t need to be.”
    How had Elena managed to deal with this? But Elena hadn’t, of course, Bonnie realized. Elena had succumbed to Damon in the end. Damon had won and had his way.
    He released one of her arms to trace, very lightly, the curve of her upper lip. “I suppose I should go away,” he said, “and not scare you anymore. Is that what you want?”
    Like a rabbit with a snake, Bonnie thought. This is how the rabbit feels. Only I don’t