The Vampire Diaries: The Awakening Chapter Nine

She was not the rebirth of Katherine. Driving back to the motel in the swoon lavender quiet before sunrise, Stefan considered that. He'd said as a lot to her, and it was valid, yet he was just currently acknowledging to what extent he'd been progressing in the direction of that end. He'd known about Elena's every breath and move for a considerable length of time, and he'd classified each distinction. Her hair was a shade or two paler than Katherine's, and her eyebrows and lashes were darker. Katherine's had been practically gleaming. Furthermore, she was taller than Katherine by a decent handspan. She moved with more prominent opportunity, as well; the young ladies of this age were increasingly OK with their bodies. Indeed, even her eyes, those eyes that had transfixed him with the stun of acknowledgment that first day, were not so much the equivalent. Katherine's eyes had as a rule been wide with untainted marvel, or, in all likelihood give down a role as was legitimate for a little youngster of the late fifteenth century. Yet, Elena's eyes met you straight on, took a gander at you consistently and without recoiling. What's more, now and then they limited earnestly or challenge in a manner Katherine's never had. In elegance and magnificence and sheer interest, they were indistinguishable. Be that as it may, where Katherine had been a white little cat, Elena was a snow-white tigress. As he drove past the outlines of maple trees, Stefan recoiled from the memory that jumped up unexpectedly. He would not consider that, he would not let himself†¦ however the pictures were at that point unreeling before him. Maybe the diary had fallen open and he could do close to gaze weakly at the page while the story ran its course in his psyche. White, Katherine had been wearing white that day. Another white outfit of Venetian silk with cut sleeves to show the fine material chemise underneath. She had a jewelry of gold and pearls about her neck and minor pearl drop hoops in her ears. She had been so pleased with the new dress her dad had dispatched particularly for her. She had pirouetted before Stefan, lifting the full, floor-length skirt in one little hand to show the yellow brocaded underskirt beneath†¦ â€Å"You see, it is even weaved with my initials. Daddy had that done. Mein lieber Papa †¦Ã¢â‚¬  Her voice trailed off, and she quit whirling, one hand gradually settling to her side. â€Å"But what's going on, Stefan? You are not smiling.† He was unable to try and attempt. Seeing her there, white and gold like some ethereal vision, was a physical torment to him. In the event that he lost her, he didn't have the foggiest idea how he could live. His fingers shut convulsively around the cool engraved metal. â€Å"Katherine, how might I grin, how might I be cheerful when†¦Ã¢â‚¬  â€Å"When?† â€Å"When I perceive what you look like at Damon.† There, it was said. He proceeded, agonizingly. â€Å"Before he got back home, you and I were as one consistently. My dad and yours were satisfied, and talked about marriage plans. Be that as it may, presently the days develop shorter, summer is nearly gone-and you invest as much energy with Damon as you do with me. The main explanation Father permits him to remain here is that you asked it. Butwhy did you ask it, Katherine? I thought you thought about me.† Her blue eyes were terrified. â€Å"I do think about you, Stefan. Goodness, you know I do!† â€Å"Then why intervene for Damon with my dad? Notwithstanding you, he'd have tossed Damon out into the street†¦Ã¢â‚¬  â€Å"Which I'm certain would have pleasedyou , little brother.† The voice at the entryway was smooth and pompous, however when Stefan turned he saw that Damon's eyes were seething. â€Å"Oh, no, that isn't true,† said Katherine. â€Å"Stefan could never wish to see you hurt.† Damon's lip quirked, and he tossed Stefan a wry look as he moved to Katherine's side. â€Å"Perhaps not,† he said to her, his voice mellowing somewhat. â€Å"But my sibling is directly around one thing in any event. The days become shorter, and soon your dad will leave Florence. Furthermore, he will take you with him-except if you have motivation to stay.† Except if you have a spouse to remain with . The words were implicit, however they all heard them. The nobleman was excessively partial to his little girl to constrain her to wed without wanting to. At long last it would need to be Katherine's choice. Katherine's decision. Since the subject was suggested, Stefan couldn't keep quiet. â€Å"Katherine realizes she should leave her dad in the near future † he started, displaying his mystery information, however his sibling intruded. â€Å"Ah, indeed, before the elderly person develops suspicious,† Damon said calmly. â€Å"Even the most gushing of fathers must begin to ponder when his little girl approaches just at night.† Outrage and hurt moved through Stefan. It was valid, at that point; Damon knew. Katherine had imparted her mystery to his sibling. â€Å"Why did you let him know, Katherine? Why? What would you be able to find in him: a man who thinks about only his own pleasure? How might he fulfill you when he considers just himself?† â€Å"And in what capacity can this kid fulfill you when he remains unaware of the world?† Damon intervened, his voice dangerously sharp with disdain. â€Å"How will he ensure you when he has never confronted reality? He has gone through his time on earth among books and artistic creations; let him stay there.† Katherine was shaking her head in trouble, her gem blue eyes clouded with tears. â€Å"Neither of you understand,† she said. â€Å"You are imagining that I can wed and settle here like some other woman of Florence. Yet, I can't resemble different women. How might I keep a family of hirelings who will keep a close eye on me? How might I live in one spot where the individuals will see that the years don't contact me? There will never be a typical life for me.† She drew a full breath and took a gander at them one by one. â€Å"Who decides to be my significant other must surrender the life of sunlight,† she murmured. â€Å"He must decide to live under the moon and in the long stretches of darkness.† â€Å"Then you should pick somebody who isn't anxious about shadows,† Damon stated, and Stefan was astounded by the power of his voice. He had never heard Damon talk so sincerely or with so little gesture. â€Å"Katherine, take a gander at my sibling: will he have the option to repudiate the daylight? He is excessively joined to common things: his companions, his family, his obligation to Florence. The obscurity would devastate him.† â€Å"Liar!† cried Stefan. He was fuming now. â€Å"I am as solid as you are,brother , and I dread nothing in the shadows or the daylight either. Also, I love Katherine more than companions or family-† â€Å"-or your obligation? Do you love her enough to surrender that as well?† â€Å"Yes,† Stefan said rebelliously. â€Å"Enough to surrender everything.† Damon gave one of his unexpected, upsetting grins. At that point he turned around to Katherine. â€Å"It would seem,† he stated, â€Å"that the decision is yours alone. You have two admirers for your hand; will you take one of us or neither?† Katherine gradually bowed her brilliant head. At that point she lifted wet blue eyes to them two. â€Å"Give me until Sunday to think. Furthermore, meanwhile, don't squeeze me with questions.† Stefan gestured hesitantly. Damon stated, â€Å"And on Sunday?† â€Å"Sunday evening at nightfall I will make my choice.† Twilight†¦ the violet profound murkiness of twilight†¦ The velvet shades blurred around Stefan, and he started thinking clearly. It was not sunset, yet day break, that recolored the sky around him. Lost in his contemplations, he had driven up to the edge of the forested areas. Toward the northwest he could see Wickery Bridge and the burial ground. New memory set his heartbeat beating. He had revealed to Damon he was eager to quit any pretense of everything for Katherine. What's more, that was exactly what he had done. He had denied all case to the daylight, and had become an animal of dimness for her. A tracker bound to be perpetually pursued himself, a hoodlum who needed to take life to fill his own veins. Furthermore, maybe a killer. No, they had said the young lady Vickie would not pass on. In any case, his next casualty may. The most exceedingly awful thing about this last assault was that he didn't recollect that anything of it. He recollected the shortcoming, the overwhelming need, and he stumbled through the congregation entryway, however nothing after. He'd wake up outside with Elena's shout reverberating in his ears-and he had dashed to her ceaselessly to consider what may have occurred. Elena†¦ For a second he felt a surge of unadulterated satisfaction and amazement, overlooking everything else. Elena, warm as daylight, delicate as morning, yet with a center of steel that couldn't be broken. She resembled fire consuming in ice, similar to the sharp edge of a silver knife. In any case, did he reserve the privilege to cherish her? His very inclination for her put her in harm's way. Consider the possibility that whenever the need took him Elena was the closest living human, the closest vessel loaded up with warm, reestablishing blood. I will kick the bucket before contacting her, he thought, making a promise of it. Before I introduce her veins, I will kick the bucket of thirst. What's more, I swear she will never know beam mystery. She will never need to surrender the daylight as a result of me. Behind him, the sky was helping. Yet, before he left, he conveyed one examining thought, with all the power of his agony behind it, looking for some other Power that may be close. Looking for some other answer for what had occurred in the congregation. Be that as it may, there was nothing, no trace of an answer. The memorial park taunted him with quietness. Elena woke with the sun sparkling in her window. She felt, without a moment's delay, as though she'd quite recently recouped from a long episode of this season's cold virus, and as though it were Christmas morning. Her musings scrambled together as she sat up. Gracious. She hurt everywhere. In any case, she and Stefan-that made everything right. That inebriated lazy pig Tyler†¦ But Tyler didn't make a difference any longer. Nothing made a difference aside from that Stefan cherished her. She went down the stairs in her robe, acknowledging from the light inclining in the windows that she more likely than not stayed in bed late. Auntie Judith and Margaret were in the family room. â€?