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Chapter Fifteen<br />
As soon as he left Elena at her house, Stefan went to the woods.<br />
He took Old Creek Road, driving under the sullen clouds-through which no patch of sky could be<br />
seen, to the place where he had parked on the first day of school.<br />
Leaving the car, he tried to retrace his steps exactly to the clearing where he had seen the crow. His<br />
hunter's instincts helped him, recalling the shape of this bush and that knotted root, until he stood in<br />
the open place ringed with ancient oak trees.<br />
Here. Under this blanket of dingy-brown leaves, some of the rabbit's bones might even remain.<br />
Taking a long breath to still himself, to gather his Powers, he cast out a probing, demanding thought.<br />
And for the first time since he'd come to Fell's Church, he felt the flicker of a reply. But it seemed<br />
faint and wavering, and he could not locate it in space.<br />
He sighed and turned around – and stopped dead.<br />
Damon stood before him, arms crossed over his chest, lounging against the largest oak tree. He<br />
looked as if he might have been there for hours.<br />
"So," said Stefan heavily, "it is true. It's been a long time, brother."<br />
"Not as long as you think, brother." Stefan remembered that voice, that velvety, ironical voice. "I've<br />
kept track of you over the years," Damon said calmly. He flicked a bit of bark from the sleeve of his<br />
leather jacket as casually as he had once arranged his brocade cuffs. "But then, you wouldn't know<br />
that, would you? Ah, no, your Powers are as weak as ever."<br />
"Be careful, Damon," Stefan said softly, dangerously. "Be very careful tonight. I'm not in a tolerant<br />
mood."<br />
"St. Stefan in a pique? Imagine. You're distressed, I suppose, because of my little excursions into<br />
your territory. I only did it because I wanted to be close to you. Brothers should be close."<br />
"You killed tonight. And you tried to make me think I'd done it."<br />
"Are you quite sure you didn't? Perhaps we did it together. Careful!" he said as Stefan stepped<br />
toward him. "My mood is not the most tolerant tonight, either. I only had a wizened little history<br />
teacher; you had a pretty girl."<br />
The fury inside Stefan coalesced, seeming to focus in one bright burning spot, like a sun inside him.<br />
"Keep away from Elena," he whispered with such menace that Damon actually tilted his head back<br />
slightly. "Keep away from her, Damon. I know you've been spying on her, watching her. But no more.<br />
Go near her again and you'll regret it."<br />
"You always were selfish. Your one fault. Not willing to share anything, are you?" Suddenly,<br />
Damon's lips curved in a singularly beautiful smile. "But fortunately the lovely Elena is more<br />
generous. Didn't she tell you about our little liaisons? Why, the first time we met she almost gave<br />
herself to me on the spot."<br />
"That's a lie!"<br />
"Oh, no, dear brother. I never lie about anything important. Or do I mean unimportant? Anyway,<br />
your beauteous damsel nearly swooned into my arms. I think she likes men in black." As Stefan stared<br />
at him, trying to control his breathing, Damon added, almost gently, "You're wrong about her, you<br />
know. You think she's sweet and docile, like Katherine. She isn't. She's not your type at all, my saintly