curve to them now, and the splinters were pressing into Meredith's throat.
"It's probably just that nobody can stay bent backward like that forever," he said, knowing that this was nonsense. "There's a flashlight in the glove compartment...."
"The glove compartment is completely blocked by branches. Bonnie, can you reach to unfasten my seat belt?"
"I'll try." Bonnie slid forward without raising her head, fumbling to find the release button.
To Matt it looked as if the shaggy, aromatic evergreen branches were engulfing her. Pulling her into their needles.
"We've got a whole freakin' Christmas tree in here." He looked away, out through the glass of the window on his side. Cupping his hands to see better into the darkness, he leaned his forehead against the surprisingly cool glass.
There was a touch on the back of his neck. He jumped, then froze. It was neither cool nor warm, like a girl's fingernail.
"Damn it, Meredith - "
"Matt - "
Matt was furious with himself for jumping. But the touch was...scratchy.
"Meredith?" He slowly moved his hands away until he could see in the dark window's reflection. Meredith wasn't touching him.
"Don't...move...left, Matt. There's a long sharp bit there." Meredith's voice, normally cool and a bit remote, usually made Matt think of those calendar pictures of blue lakes surrounded by snow. Now it just sounded choked and strained.
"Meredith!" Bonnie said before Matt could speak. Bonnie's voice sounded as if it were coming from underneath a featherbed.
"It's all right. I just have to...hold it away," Meredith said. "Don't worry. I won't let go of you, either."
Matt felt a sharper prickle of splinters. Something touched his neck on the right side, delicately. "Bonnie, stop it! You're pulling the treein ! You're pulling it on Meredith and me!"
"Matt,shut up !"
Matt shut up. His heart was pounding. The last thing he felt like doing was reaching behind him. But that's stupid, he thought, because if Bonnie really is moving the tree, I can at least hold it still for her.
He reached behind him, flinching, trying to watch what he was doing in the window's reflection. His hand closed over a thick knot of bark and splinters.
He thought, I don't remember seeing a knot when it was pointed at my throat....
"Got it!" a muffled voice said, and there was the click of a seat belt coming undone. Then, much more shakily, the voice said, "Meredith? There are needles shoved all into my back."
"Okay, Bonnie. Matt," Meredith was speaking with effort, but great patience, the way they'd all been talking to Elena. "Matt, you have to open your door now."
Bonnie said in a voice of terror, "It isn't just needles. It's little branches. Sort of like barbed wire. I'm...stuck...."
"Matt! You need to open your doornow - "
"I can't."
Silence.
"Matt?"
Matt was bracing himself, pushing with his feet, both hands locked around the scaly bark now. He thrust backward with all his strength.
"Matt!" Meredith almost screamed. "It's cutting into my throat!"
"I can't get my door open! There's a tree on that side, too!"
"How can there be a tree there?That's the road!"
"How can there be a treegrowing in here?"
Another silence. Matt could feel the splinters - the slivers of broken branch - biting deeper into the back of his neck. If he didn't move soon, he would never be able to.
Chapter 10
Elena was serenely happy. Now it was her turn.
Stefan used a sharp wooden letter opener from his desk to cut himself. Elena always hated to see him do this, use the most efficient implement that would penetrate vampire skin; so she shut her eyes tightly and only looked again when red blood was trickling from a little cut on his neck.
"You don't need to take a lot - and you shouldn't," Stefan whispered, and she knew he was saying these things while hecould say them. "I'm not holding you too hard or hurting you?"
He was always so worried. This time,she kissedhim .
And she could see how strange he thought it was, that he wanted kisses more than he wanted her to take his blood. Laughing, Elena pushed him flat and hovered over him and went for the general area of the wound again, knowing that he thought she was going to tease him. But instead she fastened herself on the wound like a limpet and sucked hard,hard , until she had made him sayplease with his mind. But she wasn't satisfied until she made him sayplease out loud as well.
In the car, in the dimness, Matt and Meredith thought of the idea at the same time. She was