be as cold here in the air as it had been in that water. It was her clothes that were making her so cold.
She began, with numb fingers, to take them off. First, she unfastened her leather jacket. No zippers here: buttons. That was a real problem. Her fingers felt like frozen hot dogs, and only nominal y under her direction. But somehow or other she managed to undo the fastenings and the leather dropped to the ground with a muffled thump - it had taken a layer of her inner fur off with it. Ick. The smel of wet fur. Now, now she had to -
But she couldn't. She couldn't do anything because someone was holding her arms. Burning her arms. Those hands were annoying, but at least she knew who they belonged to. They were firm and very gentle but very strong. Al that added up to Stefan.
Slowly, she raised her dripping head to ask Stefan to stop burning her arms.
But she couldn't. Because on Stefan's body there was Damon's head. Now that was funny. She'd seen a lot of things that vampires could do, but not this swapping heads business.
"Stefan-Damon - please stop,"she gasped between hysterical whoops of laughter. "It hurts. It's too hot!"
"Hot? You're frozen, you mean."The deft, searing hands were rubbing up and down her arms, pushing back her head to rub her cheeks. She let it happen, because it seemed to be only sense that if it was Damon's head, they were Stefan's hands.
"You're cold but you're not shivering?"a grim Damon-voice said from somewhere.
"Yes, so you see I must be warming up."Elena didn't feel very warmed up. She realized that she Stillhad on a longer fur garment, one that reached to her knees under her leather breeches. She fumbled with her belt.
"You're not warming up. You're going into the next stage of hypothermia. And if you don't get dry and warm right now, you're going to die."Not roughly, he tilted her chin up to look into her eyes. "You're delirious now - can you understand me, Elena? We need to really get you warm."
Warm was a concept as vague and faraway as life before she had met Stefan. But delirious she understood. That was not a good thing. What to do about it except laugh?
"All right. Elena, just wait for a moment. Let me find - "In a moment he was back. Not quick enough to stop her from unwrapping the fur down to her waist, but back before she could get her camisole off.
"Here."He stripped off the damp fur and wrapped a warm, dry one around her, over her camisole.
After a moment or two she began to shiver.
"That's my girl,"Damon's voice said. It went on: "Don't fight me, Elena. I'm trying to save your life. That's al . I'm not going to try to do anything else. I give you my word."
Elena was bewildered. Why should she think that Damon -
this must be Damon, she decided - would want to hurt her?
Although he could be a bastard sometimes...
And he was taking off her clothes.
No. That shouldn't be happening. Definitely not. Especial y since Stefan must be somewhere around.
But by now Elena was shivering too hard to talk.
And now that she was in her underwear, he was making her lie down on furs, tucking other furs around her. Elena didn't understand anything that was happening, but it was al starting not to matter. She was floating somewhere outside herself, watching without much interest.
Then another body was slipping in under the furs. She snapped back from the place she had been floating. Very briefly she got a look at a bare chest. And then a warm, compact body slid into the makeshift sleeping bag with her.
Warm, hard arms went around her, keeping her in contact al over her body.
Through the mist she vaguely heard Stefan's voice.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Chapter 30
"Strip to your underwear and get in on the other side,"Damon said. His voice was neither angry nor fatuous.
He added shortly, "Elena is dying."
The last three words seemed to affect Stefan particularly, although Elena couldn't parse them. Stefan wasn't moving, just breathing hard, his eyes wide. "Bonnie and I have been gathering hay and fuel and we're All right."
"You've been exercising - moving about - wearing clothes that kept you warm. She's been dunked in ice water and sitting Still - high up in the wind. I got the other thurg to break off wood from the dead trees around here