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Caroline shook her head, but then she bent forward, racked with nausea, and Bonnie saw the marks in
her throat. But there was no time to worry about Caroline now. Meredith was more important.
Bonnie tied the cord above Meredith's wounds, her mind running desperately over things she'd learned
from her sister Mary. Mary was a nurse. Mary said a tourniquet couldn't be too tight or left on too long
or gangrene set in. But she had to stop the gushing blood. Oh, Meredith.
"Bonnie help Stefan," Meredith was gasping, her voice almost a whisper. "He's going to need it& " She
sagged backward, her breathing stertorous , her slitted eyes looking up at the sky.
Wet. Everything was wet. Bonnie's hands, her clothes, the ground. Wet with Meredith's blood. And
Matt was still lying under the tree, unconscious. She couldn't leave them, especially not withTyler there.
He might wake up.
Dazed, she turned to Caroline, who was shivering and retching, sweat beading her face. Useless, Bonnie
thought. But she had no other choice.
"Caroline, listen to me," she said. She picked up the largest piece of the stick she'd used onTyler and put
it into Caroline's hands. "You stay with Matt and Meredith. Loosen that tourniquet every twenty minutes
or so. And ifTyler starts to wake up, if he eventwitches , you hit him as hard as you can with this.
Understand? Caroline," she added, "this is your big chance to prove you're good for something. That
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you're not useless. All right?" She caught the furtive green eyes and repeated, "All right?"
"But what areyou going to do?"
Bonnie looked toward the clearing.
"No, Bonnie." Caroline's hand grasped her, and Bonnie noted with some part of her mind the broken
nails, the rope burns on the wrists. "Stay here where it's safe. Don't go to them. There's nothing you can
do "
Bonnie shook her off and made for the clearing before she lost her resolve. In her heart, she knew
Caroline was right. There was nothing she could do. But something Matt had said before they left was
ringing in her mind. To try at least. She had to try.
Still, in those next few horrible minutes all she could do was look.
So far, Stefan and Klaus had been trading blows with such violence and accuracy that it had been like a
beautiful, lethal dance. But it had been an equal, or almost equal, match. Stefan had been holding his
own.
Now she saw Stefan bearing down with his white ash lance, pressing Klaus to his knees, forcing him
backward, farther and farther back, like a limbo dancer seeing how low he could go. And Bonnie could
see Klaus's face now, mouth slightly open, staring up at Stefan with what looked like astonishment and
fear.
Then everything changed.
At the very bottom of his descent, when Klaus had bent back as far as he could go, when it seemed that
he must be about to collapse or break, something happened.
Klaus smiled.
And then he started pushing back.
Bonnie saw Stefan's muscles knot, saw his arms go rigid, trying to resist. But Klaus, still grinning madly,
eyes wide open, just kept coming. He unfolded like some terrible jack-in-the-box, only slowly. Slowly.
Inexorably. His grin getting wider until it looked as if it would split his face. Like the Cheshire cat.
A cat, thought Bonnie.
Cat with a mouse.
Now Stefan was the one grunting and straining, teeth clenched, trying to hold Klaus off. But Klaus and
his stick bore down, forcing Stefan backward, forcing him to the ground.
Grinning all the time.
Until Stefan was lying on his back, his own stick pressing into his throat with the weight of Klaus's lance
across it. Klaus looked down at him and beamed. "I'm tired of playing, little boy," he said, and he
straightened and threw his own stick down. "Now it's dying time."
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He took Stefan's staff away from him as easily as if he were taking it from a child. Picked it up with a
flick of his wrist and broke it over his knee, showing how strong he was, how strong he had always been.
How cruelly he had been playing with Stefan.
One of the halves of the white ash stick he tossed over his shoulder across the clearing. The other he
jabbed at Stefan. Using not the pointed end but the splintered one, broken into a dozen tiny points. He
jabbed down with a force that seemed almost casual, but Stefan screamed. He did it again and again,
eliciting a scream each time.
Bonnie cried out, soundlessly.
She had never heard Stefan scream before. She didn't need to be told what kind of pain must have
caused it. She didn't need to be told that white ash might be the only wood deadly to Klaus, but that any
wood was deadly to Stefan. That Stefan was, if not dying now, about to die. That Klaus, with his hand
now raised, was going to finish it with one more plunging blow. Klaus's face was tilted to the moon in a
grin of obscene pleasure, showing that this was what he liked, where he got his thrills. From killing.
And Bonnie couldn't move, couldn't even cry. The world swam around her. It had all been a mistake,
she wasn't competent; she was a baby after all. She didn't want to see that final thrust, but she couldn't
look away. And all this couldn't be happening, but it was. It was.
Klaus flourished the splintered stake and with a smile of pure ecstasy started to bring it down.
And a spear shot across the clearing and struck him in the middle of the back, landing and quivering like
a giant arrow, like half a giant arrow. It made Klaus's arms fling out, dropping the stake; it shocked the
ecstatic grin right off his face. He stood, arms extended, for a second, and then turned, the white ash
stick in his back wobbling slightly.
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