Stefan’s Diaries: Bloodlust Chapter 29

Damon and I ran at vampire speed through the lanes of New Orleans. Dissimilar to when we originally showed up and Damon falled hesitantly behind me, we showed side to side, the adobe and block houses obscuring past us like softening wax. Something had moved between us in that field, I felt it in my very being. Something had changed in Damons eyes as hed respected me and would not assault, even as the group scoffed on. I thought about how the match would have finished had the tent not gone up in flamesâ€would we have taken the people individually, or would one Salvatore sibling have wound up dead and bloodied on the dusty floor? The picture of the Mystic Falls church bursting like a larger than usual light sprang to my brain. The town had torched the congregation and the vampires caught inside it the night our dad slaughtered usâ€and the vampire Damon had adored. Be that as it may, Damon and I were still here, as phoenixes ascending from the remains of the vampires who preceded us. Maybe out of the fire of this bazaar in our new home city, another family relationship between us would spring to lifeâ€like the new life that emerged in prairies after the earlier years crops had been singed to the degree of the dirt. Damon and I kept on running, our feet slapping against the cobblestones in immaculate harmony, down the back rear entryways and boulevards Id adapted so well in my couple of long stretches of living here. However, as we adjusted the corner onto Dauphine, a similar road where Lexi had taken me shopping, I held back. Joined to the window of the tailors shop was a rough drawing of me and Damon, our teeth uncovered, the two of us squatted low.The battle of the century, the banners read. I thought about whether Callie had drawn them. Presumably. Damon inclined right up front, analyzing the banner. â€Å"That drawing makes you look somewhat stocky, sibling. May be a great opportunity to lay off the barmaids.† â€Å"Ha, ha,† I said dryly, glancing around. Yells sounded behind us, toward the bazaar. We had a decent head start, however in the event that Callie had appropriated these banners as broadly as we had the banners for Damon, at that point we wouldnt be protected until we were inside. The spindly tower of a congregation rose in the distanceâ€the church that was kitty-corner to Lexis place. â€Å"Come on!† I pushed Damon toward the congregation, and we didnt talk until we arrived at the weak white house. â€Å"This is the place you live?† Damons lip twisted as his eyes flicked up from the hanging, whitewashed yard to the dim windows. â€Å"Well, I comprehend that it may not match your measures, however we as a whole should make forfeits each now and again,† I said mockingly as I drove him to the indirect access. The entryway swung open, permitting a triangular cut of light to spill out over the dull terrace. I put my hands up as Lexi showed up in the entryway. â€Å"I realize you said no guests, butâ€â€Å" â€Å"Come in. Quickly!† she stated, bolting the entryway the subsequent we crossed the edge. In the principle room, candles were consuming, and Buxton, Hugo, and Percy were totally roosted on the seats and lounge chairs, as though they were in a gathering. â€Å"You must be Damon.† Lexi gestured to him marginally. â€Å"Welcome to our home.† I knew about Damon watching her, and thought about what he saw. â€Å"Yes, maam,† Damon said with a simple smile. â€Å"And Im apprehensive that during our time in imprisonment, my sibling by one way or another neglected to specify you and your†Ã¢â‚¬his eyes flicked over Percy and Buxtonâ€â€Å"family.† Percy bristled and half-rose from his seat, yet Lexi set up a hand to stop him. â€Å"Im Lexi. What's more, as Stefan is your sibling, my house is your home.† â€Å"We escaped,† I began to clarify. Lexi gestured. â€Å"I know. Buxton was there.† â€Å"You were?† I spun around in shock. â€Å"Were you wagering for me or against me?† Damon let out a little grunt. Lexi laid a hand on my lower arm. â€Å"Be pleasant. He was there to help you.† My eyes enlarged. â€Å"You were going to help me?† Buxton reclined in his seat. â€Å"I was. In any case, at that point somebody had the splendid plan to torch the entire spot, so I left.† He folded his arms over his chest, looking satisfied at himself for being a piece of the activity. â€Å"It was Callie. She lit the fire,† I said. Lexis eyes enlisted shock. â€Å"I was wrong,† she said just. â€Å"Its been known to happen.† â€Å"You must excuse my poor habits in interfering, however do you have anything to eat?† Damon asked, not getting some distance from the picture of an elderly person that he was looking at. â€Å"Ive had a fairly troublesome few weeks.† Just because since we had gotten away, I truly took a gander at my sibling. His voice was rough, as though he was unused to utilizing it. Wicked slashes secured his arms and legs; his garments were in worn out clothes; and his stun of dark hair was smudged and slender against his pale neck. Red rimmed his eyes, and his hands trembled somewhat. â€Å"Of course. You young men must be starving.† Lexi tsked. â€Å"Buxton, take him to the butcher shop. Let him eat his fill. I question there are sufficient people in New Orleans to extinguish his thirst. Furthermore, today around evening time, in any event, he has the right to eat like a king.† â€Å"Yes, maam,† Buxton stated, bowing somewhat as he raised his mass from the seat. â€Å"Ill join him,† I stated, making a beeline for the entryway. â€Å"No.† Lexi shook her head and got my armâ€hard. â€Å"I have tea for you.† â€Å"But † I dissented, confounded and irritated. I could basically taste the pigs blood on my tongue. â€Å"No buts,† Lexi said pointedly, sounding amazingly like my mom. Buxton opened the entryway for Damon, who squirmed his forehead at me as though to state, â€Å"Poor boy!† On the off chance that Lexi saw, she professed not to see, rather busying herself with the tea pot while I drooped on one of the unsteady seats set up around the table, my head laying on my hands. â€Å"When you become a vampire, its not simply your teeth and diet that change,† Lexi said as she fed the fire in the oven, her back toward me. â€Å"What does that mean?† I asked protectively. â€Å"It implies that you and your sibling arent who you used to be. Youve both changed, and you may not realize Damon just as you think,† Lexi stated, conveying two steaming mugs in her grasp. â€Å"Goats blood.† â€Å"I dontlikegoats blood,† I stated, driving the mug away furiously. I seemed like a touchy little child, and I didnt care. â€Å"And nobody realizes Damon better than I do.† â€Å"Oh, Stefan,† Lexi stated, taking a gander at me sympathetic. â€Å"I know. Be that as it may, guarantee me youll be cautious. These are perilous timesâ€for everyone.† At the worddangerous, something clicked in my psyche. â€Å"Callie! I need to discover her!† â€Å"No!† Lexi pushed me down on my seat. â€Å"Her father won't hurt her, however hellfire slaughter you, given a large portion of the opportunity, and youre in no shape for a fight.† I opened my mouth to dissent, however Lexi cut me off. â€Å"Callie is fine. You can see her tomorrow. Be that as it may, for the time being, drink the blood. Nod off. At the point when you stir, you will be recuperated, and you, Damon, and Callie will make sense of everything then.† Lexi left the kitchen with a wash of her covers and quenched the light. Out of nowhere fatigue fell over me like a substantial cover, and the craving to battle Lexis guidance depleted from my body. With a murmur, I lifted the mug and took a little taste. The fluid was warm and smooth, and I couldnt help however concede that it was acceptable. Lexi was rightâ€I would see Callie tomorrow to bid farewell. Be that as it may, I required rest. My whole body hurt, even my heart. At any rate you realize you have one, I envisioned Lexi saying, and I grinned in the obscurity.