Liza Smit - The Return: Shadow Souls

Dear Diary, Elena whispered, how frustrating is this? I left you in the trunk of the Jaguar and its two oclock in the morning. She stabbed her finger on the leg of her nightgown as if she had a pen and was making a period. She whispered even more softly, leaning her forehead against the window, And Im afraid to go outside in the dark and get you. Im afraid! She made another stab and then, feeling tears slip down her cheeks, reluctantly turned her mobile on to record. It was a stupid waste of the battery, but she couldnt help it. She needed this.

So here I am, she said softly, sitting up in the backseat of the car. This has to be my diary entry for today. By the way, we made a rule for this road trip I sleep in the Jags backseat and its the Great Outdoors for Matt and Damon. Right now its so dark outside that I cant see Matt anywhere. But Ive been going crazy crying and feeling lost and so lonely for Stefan.

We have to get rid of the Jaguar its too big, too red, too flashy, and too memorable when were trying not to be remembered as we travel to the place where we can free Stefan. After the car is sold, the lapis lazuli and diamond pendant Stefan gave me the day before he disappeared will be the most precious thing I have left. The day beforeStefan got tricked into going away, thinking he could become an ordinary human being. And now

How can I stop thinking about what They might be doing to him, at this very second whoever They are? Probably the kitsune, the evil fox spirits at the prison called the Shi no Shi.

Elena paused to wipe her nose on her nightgown sleeve.

How did I ever get myself into this situation? She shook her head, hit the seatback with her clenched fist.

Maybe if I could figure that out, I could come up with Plan A. I always have a Plan A. And my friends always have a Plan B and C to help me. Elena blinked hard, thinking of Bonnie and Meredith. But now Im frightened that Ill never see them again. And Im scared for the entire town of Fells Church.

For a moment she sat with her clenched fist on her knee. A small voice inside her was saying, So stop whining, Elena, and think. Think. Start from the beginning.

The beginning? What was the beginning? Stefan?

No, she had lived in Fells Church long before Stefan came.

Slowly, almost dreamily, she spoke into her mobile. In the first place: who am I? Im Elena Gilbert, age eighteen. Even more slowly, she said, Idont think its vain to say that Im beautiful. If I didnt know I was, Id have to have never looked in a mirror or heard a compliment. Its not something I should be proud of its just something that was passed down from Mom and Dad.

What do I look like? I have blond hair that falls in sort of waves past my shoulders and blue eyes that some people have said are like lapis lazuli: dark blue with splashes of gold. She gave a half-choked laugh. Maybe thats why vampires like me.

Then her lips tightened and, staring into the utter blackness around her, she spoke seriously.

A lot of boys have called me the most angelic girl in the world. And I played around with them. I just used them for popularity, for amusement, for whatever. Im being honest, all right? I considered them to be toys or trophies. She paused. But there was something else. Something that I knew all my life was coming but I didnt know what. I felt as if I were searching for something that I could never find with boys. None of my scheming or playing around with them ever touched mydeepest heartuntil one very special boy came along. She stopped and swallowed and said it again. One very special boy.

His name was Stefan.

And he turned out not to be what he looked like, a normal but gorgeous high school senior with rumpled dark hair and eyes as green as emeralds.

Stefan Salvatore turned out to be a vampire.

A real vampire.

Elena had to pause to take a few choked breaths before she could get the next words out.

And so did his gorgeous older brother, Damon.

She bit her lips, and it seemed a long time later that she added, Would I have loved Stefan if Id known he was a vampire from the beginning? Yes! Yes! Yes! Id have fallen in love with him no matter what! But it changed things and it changed me. Elenas finger traced a pattern on her nightgown by touch alone. You see, vampires show love by exchanging blood. The problem wasthat I was sharing blood with Damon, too. Not really by choice, but because he was after me constantly, day and night.

She let out a sigh. What Damon says is that he wants to make me a vampire and his Princess of the Night. What that translates into is: he wants me all to himself. But I wouldnt trust Damon on anything unless he gave his word. Thats one quirk he has, he never breaks his word.

Elena could feel an odd smile curling her lips, but she was speaking calmly now, fluently, the mobile almost forgotten.

A girl involved with two vampireswell, theres bound to be trouble, isnt there? So maybe I deserved what I got.

I died.

Not just died like when your heart stops and they resuscitate you and you come back talking about almost going into the Light. I went into the Light.

I died.

And when I came back what a surprise! I was a vampire.

Damon waskind to me, I suppose, when I first woke up as a vampire. Maybe thats the reason I still havefeelings for him. He didnt take advantage of me when he could have easily.

But I only had time to do a few things in my vampire life. I had time to remember Stefan and love him more than ever since I knew, then, how difficult everything was for him. I got to listen to my own memorial service. Ha! Everybody should get a chance to do that. I learned to always, always wear lapis lazuli so I wouldnt become a vampire Crispy Critter. I got to say good-bye to my little four-year-old sister, Margaret, and visit Bonnie and Meredith.

Tears were still sliding almost unnoticed down Elenas face. But she spoke quietly.

And then I died again.

I died the way a vampire dies, when they dont have lapis lazuli in the sunlight. I didnt crumble into dust; I was only seventeen. But the sun poisoned me anyway. Going was almostpeaceful. That was when I made Stefan promise to take care of Damon, always. And I think Damon swore to take care of Stefan, in his mind. And that was how I died, with Stefan holding me and Damon beside me as I simply drifted away, like going to sleep.

After that, I had dreams I dont remember, and then suddenly, one day everyone was surprised because I was talking to them through Bonnie, who is very psychic, poor thing. I guess I had landed the job of being Fells Churchs guardian spirit. There was a danger to the town. They had to fight it and somehow, when they were sure that they had lost, I got dumped back to the world of the living to help. And well, when the war was won I was left with these weird powers I dont understand. But there was Stefan, too! We were together again!

Elena wrapped her arms around herself tightly and held on as if she were holding Stefan to her, imagining his warm arms around her. She shut her eyes until her breathing slowed.

About my powers, lets see. Theres telepathy, which I can do if the other person is telepathic which all vampires are, but to different degrees unless theyre actually sharing blood with you at the time. And then there are my Wings.

Its true I have Wings! And the Wings have powers you wouldnt believe the only problem being that I dont have the faintest idea how to use them. Theres one that I can feel sometimes, like right now, trying to get out of me, trying to shape my lips to name it, trying to move my body into the right stance. Its