Vampire Diaries The Hunters Phantom | Page 3

ed o n h e r d re ss, a nd s he a bse ntly b ru she d it a w ay.
“It ’s ju st th e tw o o f u s, E le na ,” D am on s a id s ha rp ly . “ Y ou’r e m in e . I’ m y o urs . W e’v e lo ve d e ach o th e r s in ce
th e b egin nin g o f tim e.”
Of c o urs e . T ha t m ust b e w hy s he w as tr e m bli n g — it w as jo y. H e w as h e rs . S he w as h is . T he y b elo ng ed
to geth e r.
She w his p ere d o ne w ord : “ Y es.”
The n h e k is se d h e r.
His li p s w ere s o ft a s s ilk , a nd w he n th e k is s d eepene d, s he tilt e d h e r h e ad b ack, e xp osin g h e r th ro at,
a ntic ip atin g th e d oub le w asp s tin g h e ’d d eli v e re d s o m any tim es.
Whe n it d id n’t c o m e, s he o pene d h e r e ye s q ue stio nin g ly . T he m oon w as a s b rig ht a s e ve r, a nd th e s ce nt
o f r o se s h ung h e avy in th e a ir . B ut D am on’s c his e le d fe atu re s w ere p ale u nd er h is d ark h a ir , a nd m ore a sh
h a d la nd ed o n th e s ho uld ers o f h is ja cke t. A ll a t o nce , th e li ttle d oub ts th a t h a d b een n ig gli n g a t h e r c a m e
to geth e r.
Oh, n o. O h,
n o
.
“D am on.” S he g asp ed, lo okin g in to h is e ye s d esp air in g ly a s te ars fille d h e r o w n. “ Y ou c a n’t b e h e re ,
D am on. Y ou’r e . . . d ead.”
“F or m ore th a n fiv e h und re d y e ars , p rin ce ss.” D am on fla she d h is b li n d in g s m ile a t h e r. M ore a sh w as
fa lli n g a ro und th e m , li k e a fin e g ra y r a in , th e s a m e g ra y a sh D am on’s b ody w as b urie d b ene ath , w orld s a nd
d im ensio ns a w ay.
“D am on, y o u’r e . . . d ead n o w . N ot u nd ead, b ut . . . g one .”
“ No
, E le na . . .” H e b egan to fli c ke r a nd fa de, li k e a d yin g li g htb ulb .
“Y es. Y es! I h e ld y o u a s y o u d ie d. . . .” E le na w as s o bbin g h e lp le ssly . S he c o uld n’t fe el D am on’s a rm s a t
a ll n o w . H e w as d is a ppearin g in to s him merin g