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Wednesday, May 22, 2019

The Return: Nightfall Chapter 30

unconditional had given up on clues. As far as he could tell, something had cause Elena to bypass the Dunstan house and barn completely, hopping on and on until she got to a squashed and torn grapple of thin creeping vines. They hung limp from Matts fingers, and they reminded him, disquietingly, of the feeling of the bugs tentacles near his neck.And from there on there was no sign of human movement. It was as if a UFO had beamed her up.Now, from making forays to all sides until he had lost the patch of creepers, he was lost in the thickset woodland. If he wanted to, he could fantasize that all sorts of noises were all around him. If he wanted to, he could imagine that the frail of the flashlight was no longer as bright as it had been, that it had a sickly yellowish tinge.All this time, while searching, he had unplowed as quiet as possible, realizing that he cleverness be filtering to sneak up on something that didnt want to be snuck up on. merely now, somewhere deep down him, something was swelling up and his ability to s trespass it was weakening by the second.When it burst out of him, it startled him as much as it might have whatever possible listeners.EllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeenaaaaFrom the time when hed been a child, Matt had been taught to say his nighttime prayers. He didnt know much else about church, but he did have a deep and sincere feeling that there was Some sensation or Something out there that looked after quite a little. That somewhere and somehow it all do sense, and that there were reasons for ein truththing.That belief had been disadvantageously tested during the past year.But Elenas return from the dead had swept away all his doubts. It had seemed to prove everything that hed always wanted to believe in.You wouldnt give her back to us for honest a few days, and because take her away again? he wondered, and the wondering was really a form of praying. You wouldnt would You?Because the fantasy of a instauration without Elena, witho ut hersparkle her strong will her way of getting into crazy adventures and then getting out of them, even more crazily well, it was too much to lose. The world would be painted in drab grays and dark browns again without her. There would be no fire-engine reds, no flashes of parakeet green, no cerulean, no daffodil, no mercury atomic number 47 and no gold. No sprinkles of gold in endless blue lapis lazuli gists.Elllleeeeeeenaaaa Damn you, you answer me Its Matt, Elena Elleeeeee He broke off quite dead and listened. For a moment his heart leaped and his whole body started. But then he do out the dustup he could hear.Eleeeeeenaaa? Maaaatt? Where ar you? reasonable?Bonnie Im here He turned his flashlight straight up, slowly twisting it in a circle. Can you see me?Can you see us?Matt pivoted slowly. And yes there were the beams of one flashlight, two flashlights, threeHis heart leaped to seethree beams. Im coming toward you, he shouted, and suited the action to the word. S ecrecy had been long ago left behind. He was path into things, yanking at tendrils that time-tested to grab his ankles, but bellowing all the while, Stay where you are Im coming to youAnd then the flashlight beams were right in front of him, gross him, and somehow he had Bonnie in his arms, and Bonnie was crying. That at least lent the situation some normality. Bonnie was crying against his chest and he was aspect at Meredith, who was smiling anxiously, and atMrs. Flowers? It had to be, she was wearing that gardening hat with the artificial flowers on it, as well as what looked care about seven or eight woolly sweaters.Mrs. Flowers? he said, his mouth finally catching up with his brain. But wheres Elena?There was a sudden droop in the three people watching him, as if they had been on tiptoenails for news, and now they had slumped in disappointment.We havent seen her, Meredith said quietly. Youwere with her.Iwas with her, yeah. But then Damon came.He hurt her , Meredith Matt f elt Bonnies arms clench on him. He had her rolling on the ground having seizures. I think hes going to kill her. And he hurt me. I guess I blacked out. When I woke up she was gone.He took her away? Bonnie asked fiercely.Yeah, butI dont to a lower place(a)stand what happened next. Painfully, he explained about Elena seemingly jumping out of the car and the tracks that led nowhere.Bonnie shivered in his arms.And then some other weird stuff happened, Matt said. Slowly, faltering sometimes, he did his best to explain about Kristin, and the similarities to Tami.That is expert plain weird, Bonnie said. I thought I had an answer, but if Kristin hasnt had any contact with any of the other girlsYou were probably thinking something about the capital of Oregon witches, dear, said Mrs. Flowers. Matt still couldnt get used to Mrs. Flowerstalking to them. She went on, But you dont really know with whom Kristin has been in the last few days. Or with whom Jim has been, for that matter. Children have quite a lot of freedom in this day and age, and he might be what do they direct it? acarrier .Besides, even if this is possession, it may be an entirely different kind of possession, Meredith said. Kristin lives out in the Old Wood. The Old Wood is full of these insects these malach. Who knows whether it happened when she simply stepped outside her door? Who knows what was waiting for her?Now Bonnie was shaking in Matts arms. Theyd turned out all the flashlights but one, to conserve energy, but it sure made for spooky surroundings.But what about the telepathy? Matt said to Mrs. Flowers. I mean, I dont believe for a minute thatreal witches were attacking those Salem girls. I think they were repressed girls who had mass hysteria when they all got together, and somehow everything got out of hand. But how could Kristin know to call me to call me the same name that Tamra did? by chance weve all got it all wrong, Bonnie said, her voice buried somewhere in Matts solar plexus. Ma ybe its not homogeneous Salem at all, where the the hysteria shell out out horizontally, if you see what I mean. Maybe theres somebody on top here, whos spreading it wherever they want to.There was a brief silence, and then Mrs. Flowers murmured, show up of the mouths of babes and sucklingsYou mean you think thats right? But then who is it thats on top? Whos doing all of this? Meredith demanded. It cant be Damon because Damon saved Bonnie twice and me once. Before anyone could muster words to ask aboutthat , she was going on. Elena was pretty sure that something was possessingDamon . So who else is it?Somebody we havent met yet, Bonnie muttered ominously. Somebody we arent going to like.With perfect timing there was the crackle of a wooden leg behind them. As one person, as one body, they turned to look.What I really want, Damon said to Elena, is to get you warmly. And that either means cooking you something hot so youll warm up from the inside or directting you in the tub s o youll warm up from the outside. And considering what happened last time Idont feel I can eat anything.Come on, its an American tradition. Apple soup? Moms homemade chicken pie?She chuckled in spite of herself, then winced. Its apple pie and Moms homemade chicken soup. But you didnt do badly, for a start.Well? I promise not to mix the apples and the chicken together.I could try some soup, Elena said slowly. And, oh, Damon Im so thirsty just for plain water. Please.I know, but youll drink too much, get pains. Ill make soup.It comes in little cans with red paper on them. You pull the tab on top to make it come off. Elena stopped as he turned to the door.Damon knew she had serious doubts about the entire project, but he also knew that if he brought her anything passably drinkable she would drink it. Thirst did that to you.He was unliving proof of the example.As he went through the door there was a sudden horrendous noise, like a pair of kitchen choppers coming together. It nearly too k off his his rear from top to bottom, by the belong of it.DamonA voice crying weakly through the door. Damon, are you all right? Damon Answer meInstead, he turned around, studied the door, which looked perfectly normal, and opened it. Anyone watching him open it would have wondered because he put a pick up in the unlocked door, said Elenas room and then unlocked and opened the door.When he got inside, he ran.Elena was lying in a hopeless tangle of sheets and blankets on the groundwork. She was trying to get up, but her locution was blue-white with pain.What pushed you off the bed? he said. He was going to kill Shinichislowly .Nothing. I heard a terrible sound just as the door shut. I tried to get to you, but Damon stared at her.I tried to get to you, but This broken, hurting, exhausted creature had tried to rescuehim ? Tried so hard that shed fallen off her bed?Im sorry, she said, with tears in her eyes. I cant get used to gravity. Are you hurt?Not as much as you are, he s aid, purposely keeping his voice rough, his eyes averted. I did something stupid, leaving the room, and the housereminded me.What are you talking about? said the debile Elena, dressed only in sheets.This key, Damon held it up for her to see. It was golden and could be worn as a ring, but two wings folded out and made a beautiful key.Whats wrong with it?The way I used it. This key has the power of the kitsune in it, and it will unlock anything and take you anywhere, but the way it works is that you put it into the lock, say where you want to go, and then turn the key. I forgot to do that in leaving your room.Elena looked puzzled. But what if a key doesnt have a lock in it? Most bedroom doors dont have locks.This key goes into any door. You might say it makes its own lock. Its a kitsune treasure which I shook out of Shinichi when I was so angry about you being hurt. Hell be wanting it back soon. Damons eyes narrowed and he smiled faintly. I wonder which of us will end up keeping it. I noticed another one in the kitchen a spare, of course.Damon, all this about magical keys is interesting, but if you could let me get off the floorHe was contrite at once. Then came the question of whether to put her on the bed or not.Ill take the bath, Elena said in a small voice. She unsnapped the top of her jeans and tried to scoot out of them.Wait a minute You might faint and drown. Lie down and I promise to get you clean, if youre willing to try and eat. He had new reservations about the house.Now undress on the bed and pull the sheet over you. I do wicked massages, he added, crook away.Look, you dont have to not look. Its something I havent understood since Icame back, Elena said. Modesty taboos. I dont see why anyone should be ashamed of their body. (This came to him in a rather dull voice.) I mean for anyone who says God made us, God made us without clothes, even after Adam and Eve. If its so important, why didnt he make us with diapers on?Yes, actually, what youre sayi ng reminds me of what I once said to the Dowager Queen of France, Damon said, determined to keep her undressing while he gazed at a crack in one of the wooden panels of the wall. I said that if God were both omnipotent and omniscient, then He surely knew our destinies beforehand, and why were the righteous doomed to be born as sinfully naked as the damned?And what did she say?Not a word. But she giggled and tapped me three times on the back of my hand with her fan, which I was later told was an invitation for an assignation. Alas, I had other obligations. Are you on the bed still?Yes, and Im under a sheet, Elena said wearily. If she wereDowager Queen, I expect you were glad, she added in a half-bewildered voice. Arent they the old mothers?No, Anne of Austria, Queen of France, kept her remarkable beauty to the end. She was the only red direct that Damon stopped, groping wildly for words as he faced the bed. Elena had done as he had asked. He just hadnt realized how much she would l ook like Aphrodite arising from the ocean. The ruffled white of the sheet came up to the warmer milk-white of her skin. She needed cleaning, certainly, but just knowing that under that thin sheet she was magnificently naked was enough to make him lose his breath.She had rolled her clothes into a ball and thrown them into the farthest corner of the room. He didnt blame her.He didnt think. He didnt give himself time. He simply held out his hands and said, Lemon-thyme chicken consomm, hot, in a Mikasa cup and plum flower embrocate, very warm, in a vial.Once the broth was duly consumed and Elena was lying on her back again, he began to gently massage her with the oil. Plum flower always made for a good start. It numbed the skin and the senses to pain, and it provided a basis for the other, more exotic, oils he planned to use on her.In a way, it was much discontinue than discard her in a modern bath or Jacuzzi. He knew where her injuries were he could heat the oils to the appropriate temperature for any of them. And instead of a barely mobile Jacuzzi head spouting water against a bruise, he could avoid anything too sensitive in the painful sense.He started with her hair, adding a very, very light coating of oil that would make the worst tangles easy to brush out. After the oiling, her hair shone like gold against her skin honey on cream. Then he began with the muscles in her face tiny strokes with his thumbs over her forehead to smooth it and relax it, forcing her to relax along with his movements. Slow, circular swirls at her temples, with only the lightest of pressure. He could see the thin blue veins traced here, and he knew that deep pressure could put her to sleep.He then proceeded to upper arms, her forearms, her hands, taking her apart with ancient strokes and the correct ancient essences to go with them, until she was nothing but a loose, boneless thing under the sheet sleek and soft and yielding. He flashed his incandescent smile for a moment while p ulling a toe until it popped and then the smile turned ironic. He could have what he wanted of her, now. Yes, she was in no mood to refuse anything. But he hadnt counted on what the damned sheet would do tohim . Everyone knew that a scrap of covering, no matter how simple, always drew attention to the taboo area as pure nakedness did not. And massaging Elena by inches this way only focused him on what lay beneath the snowy fabric.After a while Elena said drowsily, Arent you going to tell the end of the taradiddle? About Anne of Austria, who was the only redhead toto, ah, remain a natural redhead to the end of her life, Damon murmured. Yes. It was said that Cardinal Richelieu was her lover.Isnt that the wicked Cardinal from theThe Three Musketeers ?Yes, but possibly not so wicked as he was portrayed there, and certainly an able politician. And, some say, the real father of Louisnow turn over.Its a fantastic name for a king.Hm?Louis Now Turn Over, Elena said, turning over and show ing a flash of creamy thigh while Damon tried to eye various other parts of the room.Depends on the naming traditions of the individuals native country, Damon said wildly. All he could see were replays of that glimpse of thigh.What?What?I was asking you Are you warm now? All done, Damon said and, unwisely, patted the highest curve of terrain under the towel.Hey Elena reared up, and Damon faced by an entire body of pale rose-gold and perfumed and sleek and with muscles like steel under the silken skin precipitately fled.He came back after an appropriate interval with a calming offering of more soup. Elena, dignified under her sheet, which she had made into a toga, accepted. She didnt even try to swat him on the bottom when his back was turned.Whatis this place? she wondered instead. It cant be the Dunstans theyre an old family, with an old house. They used to be farmers.Oh, lets just call it a little pied--terre of my own in the woods.Ha, Elena said. I knew you werent sleeping i n trees.Damon effect himself trying not to smile. Hed never been with Elena when the situation hadnt been life-or-death. Now, if he said hed found he loved her mind after having massaged her naked under a sheet noNo one would ever believe him.Feeling better? he asked.As warm as chicken-apple soup.Im never going to hear the end of that, am I?He made her stay on the bed while he thought up nightgowns, all sizes and styles, and robes, too and slippers, all in the instant of walking to what had been a bathroom, and was pleased to find that it was now a walk-in closet with everything anyone could want in terms of night attire. From silky lingerie to good old-fashioned sleeping gowns to night-caps, this wardrobe had it all. Damon emerged with a double armful and gave Elena her choice.She picked a high-necked white nightgown made out of some modest fabric. Damon found himself stroking a regal sky-blue gown trimmed with what looked like genuine Valenciennes lace.Not my style, Elena said, quickly tucking it under some other robes.Not your style aroundme , Damon thought, amused. And a wise little lass you are, too. You dont want to tempt me into doing anything you might be sorry for tomorrow.All right and then you can get a good nights sleep He broke off, for she was suddenly looking at him with astonishment and distress.Matt Damon, we were looking forMatt I just remembered. We were looking for him and I I dont know. I got hurt. I remember falling and then I was here.Because I carried you here, Damon thought. Because this house is just a thought in Shinichis mind. Because the only permanent things inside it are we two.Damon took in a deep breath of air.

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