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Thursday, March 7, 2019

The Hunters: Moonsong Chapter Thirty

Cappuccino and a croissant? the waitress said, and, at Elenas nod, set them down on the t satisfactory. Elena pushed her notebooks aside to make room. Midterms were advance up, on top of everything else that was happening. Elena had tried studying in her room simply was too distracted by the sight of beautifuls empty bed. She and Meredith were al vituperate with start Bonnie.She hadnt gotten lots d unrivaled here at the cafe, either, despite guideting adept of the prime big outdoor tables that she could spread her books out on. Shed tried, but her brain kept circling back to Samanthas death.Samantha was such a nice daughter, Elena thought. Elena remembered how her eyes literature up when she laughed and the way she bounced on the bal s of her feet as if she was bursting to move, run, dance, too ful of vim to sit stil .Meredith didnt make new friends that easily, but the wary coolness she vulgar y wore with strangers had relaxed around Samantha.When Elena had left the dorm , Meredith was on the phone with Alaric. Maybe he would notice what to place, how to comfort her. Unwil ing to break into their conversation, Elena left her a note indicating where she would be if Meredith needed her.Stirring her coffee, Elena awaited up to see Meredith coming toward her. The tal er fille sat down crosswise from Elena and fixed her with her serious gray eyes. Alaric says Dalcrest is a hot spot for paranormal activity, she said.Black magic, vampires, werewolves, the whole package. Elena nodded and added much cacography to her cup. Just as Professor Campbel hinted, she said thoughtful y. I get the relish he knows more than hes saying.You need to push him, Meredith said tightly. If he liked your parents so much, hel feel like he has to tel you the truth. We dont hold in date to waste. She reached out and broke off a piece of Elenas croissant. Can I have this? I havent had anything to eat today, and Im starting to feel dizzy.Looking at the strained lines on Mer ediths grimace, the dark shadows at a lower place her eyes, Elena felt a cunning stab of sympathy. Of course, she said, pushing the plate toward her. I just cal ed Damon to deduct meet me. She watched as Meredith decimated the croissant, stirring stil more sugar into her coffee. Elena felt in need of comfort.It wasnt long before they saw Damon sauntering down the street toward them, his hair sleek and perfect, his al black clothes casual y elegant, shades on. Heads turned as he walked by, and Elena distinctly saw one girl miss her footing and fal off the curb.That was fast, Elena said, as Damon pul ed out a chair and sat down.Im fast, Damon answered, and you said it was important.It is, Elena said. Our friend Samantha is dead. Damon jerked his head in acknowledgment. I know. The police are al over campus. As if theyl be able to do anything.What do you mean? asked Meredith, glaring at him.Well, these killings dont exactly fal under the polices agency, do they? Damon reached out and plucked Elenas coffee cup from her hand. He took a sip, then made a smal moue of distaste. Darling, this is far too sweet. Merediths workforce were bal ing into fists, and Elena thought she had better speed things up. Damon, if you know something about this, please tel us. Damon turn over her back her cappuccino and signaled the waitress to bring him one of his own. To tel you the truth, darling, I dont know much about Samanthas death, or that of Mutts roommate, whatever his name was. I couldnt get closing curtain enough to the bodies to have any literal information. But Ive found decisive testify that there are other vampires on campus. Sloppy ones. His face twisted into the same expression hed made after tasting Elenas coffee. believably newly made, Id guess. No technique at al .What kind of evidence? Meredith asked.Damon sorted surprised. Bodies of course. Very poorly disposed of bodies. Shal ow graves, bonfires, that kind of thing.Elena frowned. So the people who hav e disappeared were kil ed by vampires?Damon wagged a finger at her teasingly. I didnt say that. The bodies I examined and let me tel you, digging up a shal ow grave was real y a first for me were not the same ones that vanished from campus. I dont know if your missing students were kil ed by vampires or not, but somebody else was. several(prenominal) somebodies. Ive been trying to find these vampires, but I havent had any luck. Yet. Meredith, who normal y would have jumped on Damons comment about this being his first period digging up a grave, looked thoughtful. I saw Samanthas body, she said hesitantly. It didnt look like a typical vampire attack to me.And from the way savourless described Christophers body, I dont think his did, either. They were she took a deep breath mauled. part apart.It could be a pack of real y angry vampires, or messy ones, Damon said. Or werewolves might be vicious like that. Its more their style. The waitress appeared with his cappuccino, and he tha nked her graciously. She retreated, blushing.Theres another thing, Elena said once the waitress was out of hearing range. She glanced inquiringly at Meredith, who nodded at her. Were worried about Bonnie and her new boyfriend. Quickly, she outlined the reasons they had for being suspicious of Zander and Bonnies reaction to their concerns.Damon raised one eyebrow as he finished his drink.So you think the brusk redbirds suitor might be dangerous? He smiled. Il look into it, princess. Dont worry. displace a few dol ars on the table, he rose and sauntered across the street, disappearing into a grove of maples. A few minutes later, a large black crow with shining iridescent feathers rose supra the trees, flapping its wings powerful y. It gave a raucous caw and flew away.That was amazingly helpful of him, Meredith said. Her face was stil tired and drawn, but her voice was interested.Elena didnt have to look up to know that her friend was watching her speculatively. Eyes demurely downward , feeling her cheeks flush pink, she took another sip of her cappuccino. Damon was right. It was much too sweet.

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