The Hunters: Phantom Chapter 1

Elena Gilbert stepped onto a smooth expanse of grass, the spongy blades col apsing beneath her feet. Clusters of scarlet roses and violet delphiniums pushed up from the ground, while a giant cover hung above her, twinkling with glowing lanterns. On the terrace in front of her stood two curving white marble fountains that shot sprays of water high into the air. Everything was beautiful, elegant, and in some manner familiar.This is Bloddeuwedds palace, a voice in her head said. But when she had been here last, the field had been crowded with laughing, dancing partygoers. They were gone now, although signs of their presence remained empty glasses littered the tables draw around the edges of the lawn a silken shawl was tossed over a chair a lone high-heeled shoe perched on the edge of a fountain. Something else was odd, too. Before, the scene had been lit by the hel ish red light that il uminated everything in the Dark Dimension, turning blues to purples, whites to pinks, and pinks to the velvety color of blood. Now a clear light shone over everything, and a ful white moon sailed calmly overhead.A whisper of movement came from behind her, and Elena realized with a start that she wasnt alone after al . A pitch-dark figure was suddenly there, approaching her. Damon.Of course it was Damon, Elena thought with a smile. If anyone was going to appear unexpectedly before her here, at what felt interchangeable the end of the universe or at least the hour after a good party had ended it would be Damon. God, he was so beautiful. Black on unrelenting soft black hair, look black as midnight, black jeans, and a smooth leather jacket. As their eyes met, she was so glad to see him that she could scantily breathe. She threw herself into his embrace, clasping him around the neck, feeling the lithe, hard muscles in his arms and chest.Damon, she said, her voice trembling for some reason. Her body was trembling, too, and Damon stroked her arms and shoulders, calming her.What is it, princess? Dont tel me youre afraid. He smirked lazily at her, his workforce strong and steady.I am afraid, she answered.But what are you afraid of?That left her puzzled for a moment. Then, slowly, putting her cheek against his, she said, Im afraid that this is just a dream.Il tel you a secret, princess, he said into her ear. You and I are the only real things here. Its everything else thats the dream.Just you and me? Elena echoed, an uneasy thought nagging at her, as though she were forgetting something or someone. A fleck of ash landed on her dress, and she absently brushed it away.Its just the two of us, Elena, Damon said sharply.Youre mine. Im yours. Weve loved each other since the beginning of time. Of course. That must be why she was trembling it was joy. He was hers. She was his. They belonged together. She whispered one word Yes.Then he kissed her.His lips were soft as silk, and when the kiss deepened, she tilted her head back, exposing her throat, anticipating the double white Anglo-Saxon Protestant sting hed delivered so many times. When it didnt come, she opened her eyes questioningly. The moon was as bright as ever, and the scent of roses hung heavy in the air. But Damons chiseled features were gruesome under his dark hair, and more ash had landed on the shoulders of his jacket. Al at once, the little doubts that had been niggling at her came together.Oh, no. Oh, no.Damon. She gasped, looking into his eyes despairingly as tears fil ed her own. You cant be here, Damon. Youre dead.For more than five hundred years, princess. Damon flashed his blinding smile at her. More ash was fal ing around them, like a fine gray rain, the same gray ash Damons body was buried beneath, worlds and dimensions away.Damon, youre dead now. Not undead, but gone.No, Elena He began to flicker and fade, like a dying lightbulb.Yes. Yes I held you as you died Elena was sobbing helplessly. She couldnt feel Damons arms at al now. He was disappearing into shimmering ligh t.Listen to me, ElenaShe was holding moonlight. Anguish caught at her heart.Al you need to do is cal for me, Damons voice said.Al you needHis voice faded into the sound of wind rustling through the trees.Elenas eyes snapped open. Through a taint she registered that she was in a room fil ed with sunlight, and a huge crow was perched on the sil of an open window. The bird tilted its head to one side and gave a croak, watching her with bright eyes.A cold chil ran down her spine. Damon? she whispered.But the crow just spread its wings and flew away.