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Halfway down the page was written: Katherine von Swartzschild. It hadn’t been crossed out yet. “Behind the times, Doctor,” Damon said softly, feeling a pang in his chest at the sight of her name.
At the bottom of the page, the last names on the list: Damon Salvatore. Stefan Salvatore. Dalcrest, Virginia.
Damon placed his hand flat on the book and took a breath, thinking hard.
There were very few people in the world about whom he gave a damn. Now that Katherine was dead, that list was pretty much limited to Elena and Stefan. If pushed, he might admit to a sentimental fondness for his little redbird Bonnie, and a grudging respect for Meredith, the hunter. And every single one of these people was in Dalcrest, Virginia.
Damon stuffed the book into the front of his coat pocket and slipped out of the lab, as silent as a shadow, almost as if he were already becoming a ghost.
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“A toast!” Alaric said, raising his glass high. “To the end of the Old Ones!” Everyone clinked their glasses as a wave of giddy laughter flooded Elena and Stefan’s apartment. Wrapping her fingers around the stem of her wineglass, Elena looked around and smiled at their gathered friends.
It was hard to believe that a few hours ago they’d been in the dim, cold underground, unable to move. Elena had been so sure it was the end for all of them.
And then, in the midst of the cold, she’d felt a tiny spark of warmth. Bonnie’s hand, where it touched her arm, was the only warm thing in the whole world. I’m here, Elena, she heard Bonnie say into her mind. Let me in. Focusing all her energy on that one spot, Elena had sent Power to Bonnie in a steady, thin stream. And Bonnie had freed Stefan.
Stefan’s arms wrapped around her from behind, jarring her from the unsettling memory. He kissed her neck lightly, then laughed, more relaxed than Elena had seen him in a long, long time. We’re free, he told her silently whenever their lips touched, we’re free. You’re safe.
Tomorrow they would make plans—head out to Europe to find Damon, and make sure he was safe. Then together they would wander Europe, all of it, the cobblestone streets of Stefan’s past and the tall, glass cities of the modern age. Paris, Elena thought, remembering the time she had been there in high school, before she even met Stefan. It felt like a lifetime ago. She couldn’t wait to go back and see it all again, with Stefan by her side.
Tomorrow they would begin the rest of their endless lives. But for now they were with their friends, and Elena was happy.
Even Trinity was with them, looking pale and thin, but alive.
Jack stood, and Trinity looked up at him, her gaze full of hero worship. I wonder if he’ll tell her he was planning to kill her, part of Elena wondered, somewhat cynically.
Jack smiled widely and warmly around at them all. He was using his hunter’s stave like a walking stick, resting his weight on it lightly. “To unlikely allies and unexpected friends,” he said, raising his glass.
Elena joined in the toast and then felt her phone vibrate. She paused to discreetly fish it out of her bag and glance at the screen. It was a voice mail from Damon. Tentatively, she poked at the connection between them, and almost recoiled at the anxiety pulsing through their bond.
Before she could slip quietly out of the room, Jack walked over to her and Stefan, blocking her exit. “Stefan, you’ve been a huge help in this hunt,” he said. Elena nudged Stefan with her foot, and they exchanged a private smile. She was pretty sure that Stefan had ended up leading the hunt, not just helping with it.
“I can’t thank you enough,” Stefan told Jack solemnly. “To know that all the threats we’ve been chasing for so long are gone at last. Elena and I are so happy.”
“Almost all the threats,” Jack said thoughtfully, and Elena’s head snapped up at the new, darker tone in his voice. And then she saw, panicking, that Jack’s aura was wrong. Rusty red, the color of dried blood, was running through the familiar warm brown, spreading like a web of veins. Elena opened her mouth to shout a warning, but she was too late.
Baring his teeth to show his elongated canines—and how could he be a vampire, Elena would have known, Stefan would have known—Jack moved, faster and smoother than Elena