Stefan’s Diaries: The Craving Chapter 20

The New York H entirelys of Justice and House of cargo deck was a slab identical stone structure that rose heavily from the street uniform an old tombstone. The interior was a portrait in gray, with grim-faced policemen and haggard criminals.And us.Vampires caught in a hu human system for a bloody crime we didnt commit. The twistedness of it all was remarkable, only if it did nothing to alleviate our current situation.With our pass on tied bunghole our backs, a young policeman marched Damon and me up several flights of worn wooden stairs and into the chiefs office. He commanded a grim square of the big floor. Sketches of treasured men lined his walls, one mans eye struck by with a large nail. The chief himself was a grizzled veteran with a exactly melanise beard, except for w here(predicate) a smooth, diagonal clams cut through his skin.He looked at our rap sheet and let out a low whistle. The whole Sutherland family? Thatll be in the papers tonight.I flinched at visual iseing such insensitivity approach path from the lips of a normal human. What behavior of monsters did he deal with that the death of an entire family was no much than a news item?We didnt do it, I give tongue to.No, of pedigree you didnt, the chief said gruffly, running a finger a pine his scar. No one who ends up here has ever through with(p) it. solely the courts leave alone get it pick out out, and e genuinelyone will get what they deserve.We were unceremoniously dumped into a holding cell that was larger than the entire one-person jail back home, where Jeremiah Black spent galore(postnominal) a night sleeping off his drunken stupor. I neer expected to see the inside of a cell myself.We didnt do it, Damon whined, imitating me and palpitation his head, as soon as the guard left. Could you make us run low any more ridiculous?What, are you afraid of us coming off as sissies? I asked. Would you rather I just uncover my fangs at him?A rasping chuckle came from the corner of the cell, where an early(a) captive sat slumped against the wall. His hair receded from his forehead in a deep V and he had the arms of a dockworker.Nice clothes, he said with poisonous growl, eyeing our formal suits and clean-shaven cheeks. What are you in for, rich boys?Killing a family, Damon answered without pause. You?Beatin in the heads of the likes of you, he answered back just as quickly, cracking his knuckles.He excessivelyk a swing at Damon, but my brother reached up and, with get tos faster than the human eye, deflected the blow, and pushed the man against the wall with a loud crack.The colossus didnt so much topple as just crumple cracking graduate, falling into an unconscious puddle close to his own feet. None of the officers came running, and I wondered if fighting in the cells was an ordinary occurrence.Damon sighed as he stepped around the man. He sat down on the floor in a piece of exhaustion that was almost human, almost like the old brother I used to k now. Why is it we always end up locked behind proscribe with each other?Well, at least this time youre not cosmos starved, I answered drily.Nope. No vista in that, Damon said. His eyes surveyed the police stand on the other side of our parallel bars, fetching in each person. then he leaned his head up against the wall and gave the peeling paint a grudging sniff. And I think on that points more than a chance that there are a couple of rats in here for you, too.I sighed, slide down the wall and sitting next to him. I did not take in this new Damon. His shifts in mood were frightening. oneness import he was the soulless vampire who killed without remorse, the next he was someone who seemed like my old childishness companion again.Whats the plan? I asked.Youre looking at it, he said, get up and indicating the dead man at our feet. Guard Man down in here.When the guard approached and saw the body on the ground he seemed annoyed, but not surprised. The guard didnt lean too cl ose he had survived long enough to know not to. entirely it was close enough. Damon flared his eyes. forget we were ever here. Forget what we look like. Forget who brought us in, our names, and everything about us.Whos us? the guard asked, hypnotized but slow on the uptake.The man I came in with, Damon snapped, pointing at me. The guard nodded faintly. Forget everything about us. And then head over the other guard, all right?The guard wandered back to his post, pretty dizzily at first, then cocked his head as if he had just remembered something. He went to one of the guards on patrol and pointed at the jail cell. not at Damon, through Damon. It was like Damon didnt exist anymore in his reality.One down, Damon muttered. He looked tense. Again I wondered how many people he actually could control at once.The second guard approached. He had a scar across his face that twisted one eye shut, and he smacked his billy club as he walked. scarce before Damon could compel him, he said the absolute last thing we expected.Your lawyer is here.I looked at my brother. He looked back at me in equal surprise. He raised(a) an eyebrow as if to say Did you arrange this somehow?I very slightly shook my head. Damon straightened his shoulders as a clang sounded and the door to the concentration camp opened. The smell of rotten eggs and death filled the room as another man walked in the lawyer.He was huge. Larger than the prisoner Damon had knocked out, with long arms and a huge chest. His hands were monstrous, with stubby fingers that gripped a slash portfolio.He came into the room slowly, with the careful tread of someone or something too large and dangerous for its surroundings, like the pace of a panther around its tiny circus cage.His clothing was of a foreign cut, comfortable, rich linen and silk that allowed his massive body to move easily beneath its folds.And his eyesThey were small and blue, but not the clear blue of my brothers. They were mottled, milky almost, and too antique for the rest of his body, moving quickly but incorrectly, like a birds or a lizards gaze, but with a powerful intelligence behind it. This man was not human.He didnt feel like a vampire, not exactly. But there was something just below his surface waiting for a chance to explode. The Power radiating from him was greater than anything I had experienced. And my instincts told me that even though he had come under the auspices of being our lawyer, this man was not here to help us.He surveyed us in the jail cell and smiled slightly.You may go, he said to the guard behind him. His voice didnt even rise, but quietly reverberated in a way that carried to the far end of the overturn holding cells. And yet they went. Quickly, and with something like relief on their faces.We were left entirely with this beast.Good evening, gentlemen, he said, smiling in a way that do me sick.Who are you? Damon asked, clearly trying to sound bored. But I could hear the fear in his voice.Who am I? the man repeated in a heavy accent. Does it help to know the name of the one who will kill you? It didnt seem any comfort to your wives.The words omit like stones to the floor, heavy and final. The man casually put a jumbo hand up to rest on a bar.You killed the Sutherlands, I whispered.Yes. He smiled and pursed his lips. It was fun.You separate them apart like paper dolls, I said, even though I knew he could tear me apart, too, could scatter my limbs like the petals that had lined my wedding altar. You bust them.Young vampire, you must know the hunger of the beast, he said with a smile that wasnt at all amused. There are other hungers, for other things, that once awoken cannot rest until they are satisfied.The whites of the mans eyes glowed red, and there was a put away in the air, like great Power was being summoned. I could often smell the fear coiling off Damon in large strips.But I began to grow angry.Rage boiled in my stomach and hitman out through my body. This man had butchered an innocent family and enjoyed it. This was what my new emotional state as a vampire meant layers and layers of evil, and even more horror and destruction, just when I mat I had reached the very bottom.Why? I demanded, coming preceding as far as the bars would let me. What did they ever do to you?Why? the beast asked. He leaned forward, mocking my bravado. As he neared, guiltless centimeters from my face, a sickening stench of old blood and decay move over me. It was like a thousand years of death and taking apart followed him around, a trophy from each corpse he was responsible for.Recompense. He said each syllable carefully.Recompense? I echoed.He bared his teeth. Yes, recompense. For taking Katherine. And destroying any chance to break the curse.Katherine? What did she have to do with all of this, with this aversion in front of us? With the Sutherlands? And what curse?I looked over at Damon. She had always shared more details of her life, of being a vampi re, with him. But my brother was wide-eyed and gaping like a fish, even more stunned by hearing her name than I was.I apprehension about the blissful, ignorant weeks I spent as her slave and lover, never imagining that she would lead me straight into hell.The man backed up a hardly a(prenominal) steps, including Damon in his foul stare.Yes, you understand now, he said, nodding. But we didnt.I Damon began to speak. quieten the man roared. Suddenly he was pressed up against the bars, a blackened fingernail inches from Damons throat. Do you dare deny it?With a chilling deliberateness, he pushed an entreat bar aside like it was a curtain. The metal screamed in agony. In a flash of darkness he had stepped through, and wrapped a giant hand around each of our throats.You took Katherine. I take your new life from you. An eye for an eye, as you people are fond of saying. Right?I dont know what youre talking about, I said, choking.The monster threw back his head and laughed.Of course yo u dont. He snapped his head back, suddenly fixing me with his eyes and a leer on his lips. He didnt believe me. Katherine never mentioned Klaus?Even after her death, Katherine proceed to haunt us. I looked over at Damon. There was a pained, despondent look on his face. It was gone in an instant, but for that one moment I thought I saw through to my old brother. He was shocked by the fact that Katherine, the love of his life, had been involved with a brute as heartless as the one that stood before us. I felt for him.Unbidden, half a dozen images of Katherine came to my mind. Her amber eyes that commanded attention. Her long black hair hanging in waves around her neck, as if she had just done something that might have disheveled it. Her tiny waist and mischievous smile. She had been irresistible. And Damon and I werent the only ones to have felt her pull.The man tightened his grip on my throat, and I could hear the groaning of vertebrae. In a moment we would be on the floor, our ne cks snapped as easily as that of the prisoner Damon had killed.Then suddenly I was free. Damon fell to the ground beside me, also released from the stony grip that held him.From outside the cell, the monster smiled viciously.I will see you two later, he promised.And then, almost as an afterthought, he used a delicate finger to push the jail bars back into place.And remember, I am always watching.