The Hunters: Phantom Chapter 16

He strolled for a long, long time, however it appeared his environmental factors never showed signs of change. The equivalent diminish light sifted through a consistent haze of debris. He trudged on through grime, through mud, through lower leg profound pools of dull water. Intermittent y, he unclenched his clench hand and looked again at the locks of hair. Each time, the enchantment fluid cleaned them somewhat more, changing a piece of sinewy darkness to two locks of sparkling hair, red and gold. He strolled on. Everything hurt, except he was unable to stop. On the off chance that he halted he would sink back beneath the debris and mud, back to the grave back to death. Something murmured around the edges of his brain. He didn't know very what had befallen him, yet words and expressions spun in his mind. Words like relinquished, words like alone. He was freezing. He continued strolling. Sooner or later, he understood he was muttering. â€Å"Left me al alone. They'd never have left him here.† He was unable to recollect who this him was, yet he felt a wiped out kind of fulfillment from the shine of disdain. He clutched it as he proceeded with his walk. After what felt like a constant time everlasting, something occurred. In front of him he could see the gatehouse he had envisioned: spired like a fantasy palace, pitch dark. He strolled quicker, his strides rearranging through the debris. And afterward the earth opened out of nowhere underneath his feet. In about a heartbeat, he was fal ing into nothingness. Something inside him yelled, Not presently, not currently. He snatched and ripped at the earth, his arms holding him above water, his feet swinging into the vacancy underneath him. â€Å"No,† he groaned. â€Å"No, they can't†¦ Don't leave me here. Try not to leave me again.† His fingers slipped, mud and debris sliding underneath his hands. â€Å"Damon?† a wary voice thundered. An extraordinary solid figure remained above him, outlined against the moons and planets in the sky, his chest exposed, long, spiraling knot of hair spil ing over his shoulders. This sculpture of a man came to down and got a handle on him by the arms, lifting him up. He cried in torment. Something underneath the earth had locked onto his legs and was pul ing him down. â€Å"Hold on!† The other man snorted, muscles undulating. He stressed and hurled against whatever was sticking onto Damon †Damon, the man had cal ed him, and that felt right, some way or another. The other man gave an incredible pull, and last y the power beneath discharged him, and he shot out of the earth, thumping his rescuer in reverse. Damon lay gasping on the ground, spent. â€Å"You should be dead,† the other man let him know, moving to his feet and holding out a hand to consistent Damon. He drove a long lock of hair away from his face and looked at Damon with genuine, upset eyes. â€Å"The reality that you are not†¦ wel , I am not as shocked as I ought to be.† Damon flickered at his guardian angel, who was watching him mindfully. He wet his lips and attempted to talk, however his voice wouldn't come. â€Å"Everything has been upset here since your companions left,† the man said. â€Å"Something fundamental has moved in this universe. Things are not right.† He shook his head, his eyes upset. â€Å"But tel me, mon cher, how can it come to be that you are here?† Last y Damon discovered his voice. It came out harsh and trembling. â€Å"I†¦ don't know.† The man promptly was al graciousness. â€Å"I think the circumstance cal s for some Black Magic, oui? Furthermore, some blood, maybe, and an opportunity to tidy up. And afterward, Damon, we should talk.† He motioned toward the dim manor in front of them. Damon faltered for a second, looking at the void and debris around them, at that point walked after him toward the open entryways. After Stefan cleared out of the room so out of nowhere, everybody could just gaze after him as the front entryway slammed, flagging that he had gone out similarly as fast. Bonnie embraced her arms around herself, shuddering. A little voice in the rear of her head revealed to her that something was incredibly, wrong. Celia last y ended the quiet. â€Å"Interesting,† she said. â€Å"Is he generally so†¦ exceptional? Or on the other hand is it a vampire thing?† Alaric laughed dryly. â€Å"Believe it or not, he's constantly appeared to be exceptionally relaxed and down to earth to me. I don't recollect him being so volatile.† He ran a hand through his graying hair and included keen y, â€Å"Maybe it was the diverge from his sibling that caused him to appear to be so sensible. Damon was pretty unpredictable.† Meredith scowled mindful y. â€Å"No, you're correct. This isn't the way Stefan normal y acts. Perhaps he's passionate in light of the fact that Elena's undermined? Be that as it may, that doesn't make sense†¦ she's been in peril previously. In any event, when she passed on †he was devastated, however, on the off chance that anything, it made him progressively capable, not wilder.† â€Å"But when Elena was dead,† Alaric reminded her, â€Å"the most exceedingly awful thing he could envision had just occurred. It's conceivable that what's making him so nervous is that he doesn't have the foggiest idea where the risk's coming from this time.† Bonnie took a taste of tea, daydreaming as Meredith gee attentive y, and Celia raised one doubtful eyebrow. â€Å"I stil don't comprehend what you mean when you state Elena passed on. Are you recommending she real y rose from the dead?† â€Å"Yes,† said Meredith. â€Å"She was transformed into a vampire, at that point she was presented to daylight and physical y kicked the bucket. They covered her and everything. Later †months after the fact †she returned. She's human once more, though.† â€Å"I discover al that extremely hard to believe,† said Celia straight. â€Å"Honestly, Celia,† said Alaric, surrendering in irritation. â€Å"With all that you've seen since we got here †your scarf about stifling you, at that point spel ing out a name, Bonnie having a dream, Stefan viable y traveling to spare you †I don't have the foggiest idea why you're adhering to a meaningful boundary now and saying you don't accept a young lady could return from the dead.† He stopped and calmly inhaled. â€Å"I don't intend to sound brutal, yet genuine y.† Meredith smiled. â€Å"Believe it or not, it's actual. Elena returned from the dead.† Bonnie wrapped one long red twist around her finger. She looked as her finger turned white and red against the strand of hair. Elena. Obviously they were discussing Elena. Everybody was continually discussing Elena. Regardless of whether she was with them or not, all that they did or thought focused on Elena. Alaric went to address the entire gathering. â€Å"Stefan appears to be persuaded that ‘he needs you' signifies Caleb, however I don't know that it does. From what I've seen of Bonnie's dreams, and what you all have outlined for me, they're scarcely ever about what's directly before her. Caleb's appearance †in the event that it even was Caleb †could have been a happenstance. Wouldn't you say in this way, Meredith?† Gracious, try not to get some information about the dreams, Bonnie idea sharply. I'm just the person who has them. Wasn't that the manner in which it generally was, however? She was the one everybody ignored. â€Å"It could be a coincidence,† Meredith said dicey y. â€Å"But if it's not Caleb she was discussing, who right? Who needs Elena?† Bonnie looked under her eyelashes at Matt, yet he was gazing out the window, obviously totally segregated from the discussion. She could tel that Matt stil cherished Elena, regardless of whether nobody else knew. It was really awful: Matt was dreadful y charming. He could date anybody, yet it was setting aside him a long effort to get over her. In any case, at that point, nobody at any point appeared to get over Elena. A large portion of the young men at Robert E. Lee High School had circumvented looking contemplative y after her, as though she may out of nowhere pivot and fal into their arms. Surely the greater part of the young men Elena had dated had remained a smidgen in adoration with her, much after Elena had pretty much overlooked their names. It isn't reasonable, Bonnie idea, whirling her hair all the more firmly around her finger. Everybody constantly needed Elena, and Bonnie had never at any point had a sweetheart for in excess of half a month at once. What wasn't right with her? Individuals consistently disclosed to her how charming she was, the manner by which cute, how fun†¦ and afterward they looked past her to Elena, and it resembled they couldn't see Bonnie any longer. And keeping in mind that Damon, astonishing, attractive Damon, had been enamored with her, occasionally, when she wasn't attempting to mess with herself, she realized he hadn't genuine y seen her, either. I'm only the sidekick, that is my concern, Bonnie idea gloomily. Elena was the star; Meredith was a saint; Bonnie was a sidekick. Celia made a sound as if to speak. â€Å"I need to admit I'm captivated by the presence of the names,† she said solidly. â€Å"It seems like they point to a danger. Regardless of whether Bonnie's implied vision comes to anything† †Bonnie shot her best dreadful glance at Celia, yet Celia disregarded it †â€Å"we should examine any foundation or setting we can discover for the unexplained appearance of the names. We should see whether there's a written history of this sort of thing occurring previously. The composition on the wal , in the event that you wil .† She gave a slender lipped grin at her own joke. â€Å"But what might we investigate?† Bonnie stated, getting herself unwil ingly reacting to Celia's teacherlike way. â€Å"I wouldn't realize where to begin searching for something like this. A book on curses, perhaps? Or on the other hand signs? Do you have anything like that in your library, Mrs. Flowers?† Mrs. Blossoms shook her head. â€Å"I'm apprehensive not, dear. My library, as you probably are aware, is for the most part herbals. I have a couple of increasingly particular books, however I can't recal anything that may be useful with this problem.† At the point when she referenced â€Å"more specific books,† Bonnie's cheeks got hot. She thought of the grimoire on correspondence with the dead, stil tucked under the planks of flooring in her room, and trusted Mrs. Blossoms hadn't saw it was absent. Following a couple of moments, her cheeks had cooled enough that s