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artificial twilight, but she could see that his features were cleanly defined and nearly perfect under a<br />
shock of dark hair. Those cheekbones were a sculptor's dream. And he'd been almost invisible<br />
because he was wearing black: soft black boots, black jeans, black sweater, and leather jacket.<br />
He was still smiling faintly. Elena's relief turned to anger.<br />
"How did you get in?" she demanded. "And what are you doing here? Nobody else is supposed to<br />
be in the gym."<br />
"I came in the door," he said. His voice was soft, cultured, but she could still hear the amusement<br />
and she found it disconcerting.<br />
"All the doors are locked," she said flatly, accusingly.<br />
He raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Are they?"<br />
Elena felt another quiver of fear, hairs lifting on the back of her neck. "They were supposed to be,"<br />
she said in the coldest voice she could manage.<br />
"You're angry," he said gravely. "I said I was sorry to frighten you."<br />
"I wasn't frightened!" she snapped. She felt foolish in front of him somehow, like a child being<br />
humored by someone much older and more knowledgeable. It made her even angrier. "I was just<br />
startled," she continued. "Which is hardly surprising, what with you lurking in the dark like that."<br />
"Interesting things happen in the dark… sometimes." He was still laughing at her; she could tell by<br />
his eyes. He had taken a step closer, and she could see that those eyes were unusual, almost black, but<br />
with odd lights in them. As if you could look deeper and deeper until you fell into them, and went on<br />
falling forever.<br />
She realized she was staring. Why didn't the lights come on? She wanted to get out of here. She<br />
moved away, putting the end of a bleacher between them, and stacked the last folders into the box.<br />
Forget the rest of the work for tonight. All she wanted to do now was leave.<br />
But the continuing silence made her uneasy. He was just standing there, unmoving, watching her.<br />
Why didn't he say something?<br />
"Did you come looking for somebody?" She was annoyed with herself for being the one to speak.<br />
He was still gazing at her, those dark eyes fixed on her in a way that made her more and more<br />
uncomfortable. She swallowed.<br />
With his eyes on her lips, he murmured, "Oh, yes."<br />
"What?" She'd forgotten what she'd asked. Her cheeks and throat were flushing, burning with blood.<br />
She felt so light-headed. If only he'd stop looking at her…<br />
"Yes, I came here looking for someone," he repeated, no louder than before. Then, in one step he<br />
moved toward her, so that they were separated only by the corner of one bleacher seat.<br />
Elena couldn't breathe. He was standing so close. Close enough to touch. She could smell a faint<br />
hint of cologne and the leather of his jacket. And his eyes still held hers – she could not look away<br />
from them. They were like no eyes she had ever seen, black as midnight, the pupils dilated like a<br />
cat's. They filled her vision as he leaned toward her, bending his head down to hers. She felt her own<br />
eyes half close, losing focus. She felt her head tilt back, her lips part.<br />
No! Just in time she whipped her head to the side. She felt as if she'd just pulled herself back from<br />
the edge of a precipice. What am I doing? she thought in shock. I was about to let him kiss me. A total<br />
stranger, someone I met only a few minutes ago.<br />
But that wasn't the worst thing. For those few minutes, something unbelievable had happened. For<br />
those few minutes, she had forgotten Stefan.