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Unspoken is the second book in The Salvation trilogy and the twelfth book in The Vampire Diaries novel series overall. Contents[show] Summary An epic battle looms - one that will not only determine Elena's own fate Smith, Aubrey Clark] on site. Death is only the beginning Unspoken The Vampire Diaries: The Salvation 2 An epic battle looms - one that will not only determine Elena's own fate, but that of her entire world.
Since her true love Stefan was staked through the heart, everything has changed for Elena. Boys flirted with her; girls curried her favor with scraps of gossip. She had forgotten what it was like to be the queen of school.
Matt was in one of her morning classes, and she met his smile with quiet panic. Her friend was going to have to get his heart broken … again. By lunchtime, she was sick of acting like she cared about the popularity, and she slipped down toward the cafeteria alone. The two boys she was talking to nudged each other as Elena came toward them. Elena wanted to just walk on by.
She remembered this, too, and all the awful things Caroline had done later. She had plotted to destroy Elena, for no reason, out of jealousy and pure spite. Every line of her body broadcast pure hostility. Her hatred would only increase. Elena suppressed an urge to roll her eyes and instead forced a smile.
I missed you. Maybe she could change things here, too. Maybe this was a chance to fix everything she regretted. Elena kept going into the cafeteria, not giving Caroline a chance to snap back an answer. Caroline, temporarily silenced, followed as Elena got her lunch and went to join them.
Flowers on the edge of town. Did he say anything? She was still watching Elena from the corner of her eyes, her forehead slightly creased. There Stefan was, hesitating at the door of the cafeteria, and then crossing it with long, smooth strides, heading for the hall that led toward the other side of the school. He had probably fed on the blood of a bird or small animal before school.
And then he passed by, his jaw tight. Elena swallowed and looked away. Caroline was still watching him. She had the slightest hint of a smirk on her lovely face. Caroline wanted Stefan, Elena knew. On an impulse, Elena nudged her. It was the last thing she wanted, really. Besides, Stefan would never love Caroline. Caroline flicked a glance at Elena. But a moment later, Caroline was staring at the door Stefan had gone through. Elena took a long drink of her water.
They ignored the people streaming past, all eager to get home now that the first day was over. Poor Matt, she thought, sighing. The one who could be more to her than a trophy or an accessory. It had taken Matt a long time to get over her the first time. Maybe that was something else she could fix while she was back here, Elena thought, resisting the urge to turn around and look at him again.
If she handled their breakup better … She pushed through the front doors of the school and set off. Crossing the parking lot, she tilted her face up toward the warmth of the late afternoon sun and hesitated for a moment. Her biggest problem right now was how to approach Damon in the right way.
If she was going to get him to fall in love with her before Halloween, she had better get started. Tucking a stray hair back behind her ear, Elena turned down the sidewalk toward home and began to go over her first memories of him, ignoring the chatter of the other students leaving school all around her. Tanner was murdered. Tanner mocked Bonnie for her lack of knowledge of history, as Stefan cooly put him in his place.
She was struck by how young Mr.
Tanner was—about the same age as Elena and her friends were in her real present. He was inexperienced and desperate to keep the attention and respect of a class of kids only a few years younger than he was. If he lived. With renewed purpose, Elena walked faster, thinking hard.
A caw came overhead. Elena stopped short and craned her head back to catch a glimpse of a fat black crow in the maple tree overhead. This bird was plumper, smaller. Probably just a bird, she told herself as it cawed again and then spread its wings and flew off, low, past the house behind her.
But the sight prompted the memory of a dark shape winging its way up from the oak trees at the edge of the cemetery, when she had gone there to visit her parents, before she had known Damon.
Elena stopped dead. The cemetery. And it had happened because Stefan had watched Elena in the cemetery, then been caught by a wave of angry Power, leaving him dazed and ravenous. Hesitantly, Elena took a few steps toward home. And yet … Elena stopped again and rocked back on her heels, thinking.
And the graveyard would be a good place to try to find Damon. That was the most important thing. A cloud passed over the sun, and Elena felt a little colder, a little sadder. It had been a long time since she had visited her parents. She could see them now, she thought longingly. The cemetery would be isolated and peaceful after her long day. She could be alone there, and Damon would be more likely to come to her when she was alone.
Making up her mind, Elena hitched her backpack higher on her shoulders, and headed toward the cemetery, her steps sounding loud and firm in her own ears. It was a fairly long walk, almost to the edge of town. Coming close to Wickery Bridge, another rusty caw grabbed her attention.
Turning its head, it fixed one bright eye on Elena. It seemed to be waiting. Elena smiled.
Challenge accepted, Damon. She had expected to be a little shaky crossing Wickery Bridge, the place where Katherine had pursued her, and Elena had driven off this bridge and drowned. She could almost feel how icy-cold the water had been as she struggled. But with Damon here, she could be brave. The crow stayed very still, its shining dark gaze fixed on Elena. She glanced up at the blue sky, and back at the crow. And then she walked on, straight past him, her head high.
The bird watched as she passed. Katherine was down there in the dark passages of the crypts already, watching them all. Katherine had been furious when Stefan and Elena had fallen in love, and had attacked them both, had gone after the whole town. It had been the beginning of everything terrible. How would Katherine feel when Elena went after Damon? Katherine considered both the Salvatores her property, Elena knew, but she had always thought the vampire girl was more possessive of Stefan.
Crossing past the old church, Elena lifted her chin defiantly. If her beautiful, artistic mother had lived, she could have guided Elena through those first rocky days of being an Earthly Guardian. If her funny, warm father had been there, she could have leaned on him through all the hard times. She could have saved her parents. With a powerful rush of longing, Elena remembered her mother laughing as she chased her through the house when Elena had been very small, catching her and sweeping her up into her arms for a hug.
A sudden wind caught her hair, whipping it across her face. Looking up, Elena saw the tops of the oak trees at the edge of the cemetery tossing violently. Dark clouds were massing above her, and there was a sharp chill in the air.
She shivered. The sky grew darker still. It had been clear and sunny only a moment before. He could change the weather when he wanted to. Or Katherine? She was far more powerful than Damon right now. Elena shuddered. If it was Katherine, she might kill Elena without even thinking about it. There had been so much blood.
Elena steeled herself. Again, she remembered the cold of the water under Wickery Bridge and shivered. Everything grew still, the leaves hanging motionless from the trees. All around Elena was silence, without even the chirp of a bird or the sound of a car in the distance. Something stirred in the shadows under the oak trees. Elena squinted, trying to see. A dark figure moved toward her. The dim sunlight caught pale skin and sleek, night- dark hair. Black boots, black jeans, black shirt, black leather jacket.
Thunder crashed overhead and Elena, despite herself, jumped. He was so beautiful, she thought absently. That was always true, always had been true. Sculpted cheekbones and clean, fine features. But there was something unfamiliar in that smile. There was none of the affection, none of the tenderness she was used to. Damon moved closer, his eyes fixed on her face.
The thunder grumbled again. He was far too close, and something twisted uneasily inside Elena. This was Damon. She had no reason to fear him. Damon loved her. Only … not this Damon. Not yet. This Damon was a hunter, and he was looking at Elena as if she were prey.
Despite herself, she stepped backward. His eyes narrowed and his smile spread. Elena jutted her chin out stubbornly. She was not going to flinch away from Damon. He was dangerous, even to her.
She felt a smile blossoming on her own face and her shoulders, which had lifted as if she was expecting a blow, dropped. He hesitated for a split second, then opened his mouth to speak. The sun came out from behind the dark clouds, and a mockingbird sang an insistent trill from a nearby tree.
She gasped and whipped back around, but Damon was gone. The green grass over the graves behind her was as smooth and empty as if he had never been there.
I really do. Elena wondered. There were no dark figures among the trees. No black bird rose toward the sky. Elena shook her head. The three girls sat quietly for a while, watching the soft white clouds blow across the sky.
Bonnie stared back at her, brown eyes wide and a little hurt. But it did feel, a little bit, like they were different people from the ones she knew. If Elena managed to change what happened now, if she could keep Damon from killing Mr. Tanner and setting the future she already knew in motion, would her friendship with Bonnie and Meredith change, too?
She ached with sorrow at the idea. Just school and stuff. Bonnie and Meredith had sworn that they would do anything Elena asked in relation to Stefan. And Elena had sworn not to rest until Stefan belonged to her. Not even if it killed her. It had killed both of them. An oath like that—sworn in blood in a graveyard— had true Power. She held out her own thumb, a plump drop of blood swelling on its pad, and Bonnie and Elena pressed their thumbs against hers.
Affection for them both swelled inside Elena. These were her sisters. This was sacred. Bonnie gasped and pulled back, and they all giggled. A flush of satisfaction filled Elena. Elena rested her head in her hands, staring down at the scratched surface of her desk as her classmates settled into their seats for trigonometry class.
Ignoring their chatter, she went back over her meeting with Damon in the graveyard the day before. Was there something she should have done differently? She had seen his pupils widen when he leaned in toward her, his eyes curious and hungry. Halloween was coming. The night Damon had killed Mr. Shifting uneasily in her seat, Elena remembered how Mr. His throat had been caked with blood. Elena squeezed her eyes shut tight, trying to block out the memories. Damon had been at the Haunted House that night, and seeing Elena and Stefan together filled him with jealousy and seething resentment.
He had lashed out by feeding on Mr. Tanner when Mr. Tanner stuck a dagger into him. Damon had killed him out of surprised rage and pain.
Stefan would die. They would all be doomed. In history class she tried to close her mind off, scowling with concentration as she chanted multiplication tables or dialogue from old movies in her mind—anything to drown out whatever part of her might call to Stefan. But Elena could feel him watching her in the halls, as clearly as she could feel Damon watching her on the streets.
His gaze had been soft and longing, hungry. She wanted to comfort him, but Elena already knew how that would end. The speaker set high on the classroom wall crackled, jolting Elena out of her thoughts.
Voting will take place in the cafeteria over the next week. Congratulations to all the nominees. No way. Homecoming had been when it all began. The lid of the tomb in the ruined church shifting under her hand. The ripping sound as Tyler tore her dress.
Stefan saving her, taking her in his arms. Her whole world changing. Halpern said to Meredith and Elena as the speaker clicked off. Is there something I have to do to drop out of the race? There was a moment of utter silence as everyone contemplated the thought.
Elena Gilbert, queen of the school, refusing to compete? She was sure to win, they all knew that. Halpern said, her forehead crinkled in a puzzled frown. Ignoring the whispers around her, Elena waited out the rest of the period. When the bell rang, she pretended not to see Meredith striding toward her and slipped out the door alone.
She would have to figure out some kind of explanation to give Bonnie and Meredith. Outside, Matt was waiting, a smile stretching across his handsome, all- American face. She needed to let him go, kindly, before she went after Damon.
I should have realized before. Unbidden tears rose in her eyes. My true friend. How had she not seen this the first time? She barely remembered this conversation. It had just been a means to an end: When she pulled back from their hug, Matt was staring at her, his forehead creased with concern.
Elena bit her lip to keep back a hysterical giggle. If she kept up with these mood swings, remembering the future that might not come, everyone was going to think she was having a nervous breakdown. I love you so much. Take a football scholarship. A good one, at some big football school.
Elena thought of Jasmine, with her easy smile and soft eyes, her fiercely loyal heart. His eyes narrowed. Elena met his gaze squarely. Then the corners of his mouth tilted up in a small, sad smile. It was a warm afternoon, and Bonnie had invited Meredith and Elena over to hang out. Katherine had killed Yangtze, Elena remembered. The dog was so spoiled, she was the only one who could stand him. But there had been no sign of Katherine in the cemetery the other evening, no wild surge of Power to send the girls running screaming across Wickery Bridge.
But wait, she thought, pulling back her hand. The dog was the smallest part of all this, but every piece of the world made a difference. Something terrible might happen, Elena thought, suddenly cold with panic. What if the dog finally managed to push its way out, ran into the road, and caused a fatal car accident? Anything could happen. Not Stefan, though. Stefan had died.
Not Elena, who was dying. And not Damon. She was the last one he had left. For a long time, Stefan had been the only person in the world Damon gave a damn about. And then Elena had come, and their bond had tethered Damon to her, to humanity. And now, in her reality, Elena was dying and Damon was losing the last bit of that humanity he had left. She looked exhausted, dark circles under her eyes. Mary sighed and closed her eyes for a second. Down by the Wickery Bridge?
Especially not alone or at night. Things had been different this time, down near Wickery Bridge. What happened? He was some homeless person, I guess. He was probably sleeping under the bridge when he was attacked. He might die.
Elena felt weighed down by guilt. She had thought things had changed. Was Stefan following Elena in this reality, too? Had he been overcome with the need for blood and attacked the homeless man anyway? Or was it Damon who had attacked the man under the bridge?
Damon had been at the cemetery. Maybe the man had been destined to be terribly hurt that night at the bridge, no matter what. If so, perhaps her mission was doomed to failure.
Maybe she and Stefan and Damon would continue on the same path, no matter how she tried to alter things. They thought it might have been an animal at first, but now Dr. Lowen says it was a person. And the police think whoever did it may be hiding in the cemetery. She bit her lip. You went there alone. Elena clenched her fists, her nails biting into the palms of her hands. There was a way to save Mr.
Tanner, a way to keep the town safe from all the havoc Katherine, Damon, and Stefan had, in their own separate ways, brought down upon it. She had to find Damon, and soon. Halloween was coming fast, and she would need time with him if he was going to fall in love with her, if she was going to show him there were things more pleasurable than destruction.
Elena needed a plan. Elena had made excuses to dodge Bonnie and Meredith after school, and headed out to the woods. She had to draw Damon to her again, needed to start building a connection between them. And here, isolated beneath the ancient oak trees, was just where he was likely to appear.
A bird crashed through the top of the tree above her, and Elena looked up with a burst of relief. But it was just a blue jay, not the sleek black crow she was waiting for. No, that would only make him suspicious.
If he was nearby, there was one thing that ought to draw him out. Elena uncrossed her arms and looked around carefully. A rough gray boulder lay half-buried between two trees with twisted roots growing up around it. That might do. Steeling herself, Elena wandered toward it. Her toe caught on a root, and Elena tipped forward, eyeing the sharp-edged rock. About right. Pretending to lose her balance, she threw herself onto the ground hard. There was a jolting, blinding pain in her knee.
Her palms were stinging, scraped by tree roots. Winded, Elena lay gasping for a moment, fighting back tears of pain. She glanced down at her leg and was relieved to see a trickle of red blood.
But it was the wrong one. Elena looked up to see Stefan Salvatore standing above her, his hand extended.
Tentatively, she laid her hand in his and let him pull her gently to her feet. Upright again, she winced a little, and Stefan quickly turned her hands palm-up, carefully brushing away dirt and bits of dry leaves. Her voice cracked, and she had to swallow hard. Of course he never changed; he was a vampire. Gently, he blotted at her knee and then tied the handkerchief around it as a makeshift bandage.
Impulsively, Elena stepped forward and took hold of his leather-jacketed arm. He was so close, so solid, and real. A warm flush of love and relief ran over her. You should be careful, though, out here alone. Did you hear about the attack? Without the sunglasses, he looked vulnerable and terribly tired. For a moment, their eyes met. Elena was almost touching him now. She wanted to run her hands across the chiseled lines of his face, remind herself how smooth his skin was.
His gaze traced over the curve of her neck, she saw, and his lips parted a little. Elena suppressed a grimace. She wanted to announce the truth: Crazy and vicious, but not dead. There was no way she could know that now, or at least no way she could explain. And so, Elena said nothing. Instead, she reached out a hand, slowly, carefully, as if she was taming some wild creature, and finally touched him. Just for a moment, her fingers brushing across the bare skin of his wrist.
But this—a moment of touch—she needed. It was like a circuit connecting. Stefan became utterly still, his eyes dilated and dark as he stared at her. She thought he was holding his breath.
There was a moment when it seemed like time was suspended, like anything could happen. And then, with an intense jolt of sorrow, Elena pulled away, letting her hand fall limply to her side. He handed her what looked like a handful of scrappy, skinny weeds, a few with small pale flowers. You can even make herbal tea out of them. If she kept it close, it would keep vampires from being able to cloud her mind.
Who was he protecting her from? Then she got it. Himself, of course. It was just like Stefan, to be thinking of himself as a danger while he did everything he could to protect her. She stared up at him again, holding her gaze until, reluctantly, he let his eyes meet hers again. Elena sighed and tucked the vervain into her pocket before heading home.
She felt safe, despite the dark. Elena brushed her hair with smooth, even strokes, watching herself in the elaborately framed Victorian mirror above her dresser. She met her own reflected gaze levely, her dark blue eyes as steady as her hand on the hairbrush. Her golden hair fanned out like silk across her shoulders. It was odd, she thought, that she looked almost exactly the same here as she did in her own time.
When she had chosen to be with Stefan forever. She was not going to think about Stefan. Her hand slowed and her eyes dropped. There was still that instant fire between them. The rest of the world melted away when she was with Stefan.
It had felt so right, so perfect, to talk to him and touch him again. She had to stay away from Stefan. Giving in to her love for Stefan led, in the end, to death and despair. There was a reason she was here. His ghost visits Elena one last time and tells her to be happy with Damon if that's what she wants blah blah blah.
They kill Jack in the end. Well, Damon does. But then the Guardian arseholes show up and say Damon has broken his vow because Jack was not actually a proper vampire. So now Elena is dying. Yoop di freakin do, right. But, now i want the last book. PLEASE, for the love of chocolate, let the next book be the last, otherwise it's just getting ridiculous. Fans of SE and Stefan will hate this book.
Damon's my favourite Salvatore, but i still feel bad about Stefan. Like i said, i'm pretty damn certain he's not coming back. Plus now Elena has chosen to be with Damon. She'll always love Stefan, but Damon is now her future. Her words, not mine. One note, not exactly a bad thing, but just something i wanted to add, i wished there were more Damon and Bonnie moments.