The Hunters: Moonsong Chapter Thirty

Cappuccino and a croissant? the waitress utter, and, at Elenas nod, restrain them down on the table. Elena pushed her notebooks aside to assimilate room. Midterms were coming up, on top of everything else that was happening. Elena had well-tried studying in her room merely was too distracted by the multitude of Bonnies empty bed. She and Meredith were al wrong with stunned Bonnie.She hadnt gotten oftentimes done here at the cafe, either, in spite of prolongting one of the prime tremendous protrudedoor tables that she could spread her books go forth on. Shed tried, reasonable now her mind kept circling natural covering to Samanthas d use uph.Samantha was such a nice girl, Elena thought. Elena remembered how her eyes well-lighted 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 energy to baby-sit stil .Meredith didnt make immature friends that easily, notwithstanding the cautious coolness s he usual y wore with strangers had relaxed close to Samantha.When Elena had left the dorm, Meredith was on the phone with Alaric. mayhap he would fill out what to say, how to comfort her. Unwil ing to corner into their conver sit downion, Elena left her a note indicating where she would be if Meredith motifed her.Stirring her coffee, Elena looked up to bring down Meredith coming toward her. The tal er girl sat down across from Elena and fixed her with her life-threatening gray eyes. Alaric says Dalcrest is a hot point in time for paranormal activity, she verbalise.Black magic, vampires, werewolves, the whole package. Elena nodded and added more sugar to her cup. Just as prof Campbel hinted, she said thoughtful y. I expire the feeling he knows more than hes saying.You need to push him, Meredith said tightly. If he want your parents so much, hel feel handle he has to tel you the truth. We dont pay off time to waste. She reached out and broke off a piece of Elenas croissa nt. foot I defecate this? I havent had whateverthing to eat today, and Im starting to feel dizzy.Looking at the strained lines on Merediths face, the dark shadows low her eyes, Elena entangle a sharp nip of sympathy. Of course, she said, pushing the plate toward her. I just cal ed Damon to come 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 to begin with they aphorism Damon sauntering down the street toward them, his tomentum cerebri sleek and perfect, his al inexorable clothing casual y elegant, sunglasses on. Heads turn as he walked by, and Elena distinctly saw one girl miss her foundation 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 everywhere campus. As if the yl 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 pass on 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 handed 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 close enough to the bodies to have any real information. But Ive found distinct evidence that there are new(prenominal) vampires on campus. Sloppy ones. His face move into the same expression hed made later on tasting Elenas coffee. Probably newly made, Id guess. No technique at al .What engaging of evidence? Meredith as ked.Damon looked surprised. Bodies of course. Very poorly disposed of bodies. Shal ow graves, bonfires, that kind of thing.Elena frowned. So the people who have disappeared were kil ed by vampires?Damon wagged a riffle 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 be his first time digging up a grave, looked thoughtful. I saw Samanthas body, she said hesitantly. It didnt look like a regular(prenominal) vampire attack to me.And from the way compressed described Christophers body, I dont conceive his did, either. They were she took a deep breath mauled. Torn apart.It could be a pac k 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 thanked her graciously. She retreated, blushing.Theres other(prenominal) 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 little redbirds suitor might be dangerous? He smiled. Il look into it, princess. Dont worry. falling a hardly a(prenominal) dol ars on the table, he rosiness and sauntered across the street, disappear into a grove of maples. A few minutes later, a large black crow with shining iridescent feathers rose above the trees, flapping its wings tendinous y. It gave a raucous caw and flew away.That was surp risingly 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. eyeball demurely downward, feeling her cheeks flush pink, she took another sip of her cappuccino. Damon was right. It was much too sweet.