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Chapter Seven
Bonnie was on the dance floor, eyes shut, letting the music flow through her. When she opened her
eyes for an instant, Meredith was beckoning from the sidelines. Bonnie thrust her chin out mutinously,
but as the gestures became more insistent she rolled her eyes up at Raymond and obeyed. Raymond
followed.
Matt and Ed were behind Meredith. Matt was scowling. Ed was looking uncomfortable.
"Elena just left," said Meredith.
"It's a free country," said Bonnie.
"She went with Tyler Smallwood," said Meredith. "Matt, are you sure you didn't hear where they
were going?"
Matt shook his head. "I'd say she deserves whatever happens – but it's my fault, too, in a way," he
said bleakly. "I guess we ought to go after her."
"Leave the dance?" Bonnie said. She looked at Meredith, who mouthed the words you promised. "I
don't believe this," she muttered savagely.
"I don't know how we'll find her," said Meredith, "but we've got to try." Then she added, in a
strangely hesitant voice, "Bonnie, you don't happen to know where she is, do you?"
"What? No, of course not; I've been dancing. You've heard of that, haven't you: what you go to a
dance for?"
"You and Ray stay here," Matt said to Ed. "If she comes back, tell her we're out looking."
"And if we're going, we'd better go now," Bonnie put in ungraciously. She turned and promptly ran
into a dark blazer.
"Well, excuse me," she snapped, looking up and seeing Stefan Salvatore. He said nothing as she and
Meredith and Matt headed for the door, leaving an unhappy-looking Raymond and Ed behind.
The stars were distant and ice-bright in the cloudless sky. Elena felt just like them. Part of her was
laughing and shouting with Dick and Vickie and Tyler over the roar of the wind, but part of her was
watching from far away.
Tyler parked halfway up the hill to the ruined church, leaving his headlights on as they all got out.
Although there had been several cars behind them when they left the school, they appeared to be the
only ones who'd made it all the way to the cemetery.
Tyler opened the trunk and pulled out a six-pack. "All the more for us." He offered a beer to Elena,
who shook her head, trying to ignore the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. She felt all wrong
being here – but there was no way she was going to admit that now.
They climbed the flagstone path, the girls staggering in their high heels and leaning on the boys.
When they reached the top, Elena gasped and Vickie gave a little scream.
Something huge and red was hovering just above the horizon. It took Elena a moment to realize it
was actually the moon. It was as large and unrealistic as a prop in a science-fiction movie, and its
bloated mass glowed dully with an unwholesome light.
"Like a big rotten pumpkin," said Tyler, and lobbed a stone at it. Elena made herself smile
brilliantly up at him.