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were married. It's easy, Elena; and what have you got to lose?"<br />
Elena looked from Bonnie to Meredith. "I don't know," she said. "But, look, you don't really<br />
believe…"<br />
Bonnie drew herself up with affronted dignity. "Are you calling my mother a liar? Oh, come on,<br />
Elena, there's no harm in trying. Why not?"<br />
"What would I have to do?" said Elena doubtfully. She felt strangely intrigued, but at the same time<br />
rather frightened.<br />
"It's simple. We have to get everything ready before the stroke of midnight…"<br />
Five minutes before midnight, Elena stood in the McCulloughs' dining room, feeling more foolish<br />
than anything else. From the backyard, she could hear Yangtze's frantic barking, but inside the house<br />
there was no sound except the unhurried tick of the grandfather clock. Following Bonnie's<br />
instructions, she had set the big black walnut table with one plate, one glass, and one set of<br />
silverware, all the time not saying a word. Then she had lit a single candle in a candleholder in the<br />
center of the table, and positioned herself behind the chair with the place setting.<br />
According to Bonnie, on the stroke of midnight she was supposed to pull the chair back and invite<br />
her future husband in. At that point, the candle would blow out and she would see a ghostly figure in<br />
the chair.<br />
Earlier, she'd been a little uneasy about this, uncertain that she wanted to see any ghostly figures,<br />
even of her husband-to-be. But just now the whole thing seemed silly and harmless. As the clock<br />
began to chime, she straightened up and got a better grip on the chair back. Bonnie had told her not to<br />
let go until the ceremony was over.<br />
Oh, this was silly. Maybe she wouldn't say the words… but when the clock started to toll out the<br />
hour, she heard herself speaking.<br />
"Come in," she said self-consciously to the empty room, drawing out the chair. "Come in, come<br />
in…"<br />
The candle went out.<br />
Elena started in the sudden darkness. She'd felt the wind, a cold gust that had blown out the candle.<br />
It came from the French doors behind her, and she turned quickly, one hand still on the chair. She<br />
would have sworn those doors were shut.<br />
Something moved in the darkness.<br />
Terror washed through Elena, sweeping away her self-consciousness and any trace of amusement.<br />
Oh, God, what had she done, what had she brought on herself? Her heart contracted and she felt as if<br />
she had been plunged, without warning, into her most dreadful nightmare. It was not only dark but<br />
utterly silent; there was nothing to see and nothing to hear, and she was falling…<br />
"Allow me," said a voice, and a bright flame sputtered in the darkness.<br />
For a terrible, sickening instant she thought it was Tyler, remembering his lighter in the ruined<br />
church on the hill. But as the candle on the table sprang to life, she saw the pale, longfingered hand<br />
that held it. Not Tyler's beefy red fist. She thought for an instant it was Stefan's, and then her eyes<br />
lifted to the face.<br />
"You!" she said, astounded. "What do you think you're doing here?" She looked from him to the<br />
French doors, which were indeed open, showing the side lawn. "Do you always just walk into other<br />
people's houses uninvited?"<br />
"But you asked me to come in." His voice was as she remembered it, quiet, ironical and amused.