The Vampire Diaries: The Awakening Chapter Twelve

Elena rotated gradually before the full-length reflect in Aunt Judith's room. Margaret sat at the foot of the huge four-banner bed, her blue eyes enormous and serious with adoration. â€Å"I wish I had a dress like that for stunt or-treat,† she said. â€Å"I like you best as somewhat white cat,† said Elena, dropping a kiss between the white velvet ears appended to Margaret's headband. At that point she went to her auntie, who remained by the entryway with needle and string prepared. â€Å"It's perfect,† she said heartily. â€Å"We don't need to change a thing.† The young lady in the mirror could have ventured out of one of Elena's books on the Italian Renaissance. Her throat and shoulders were uncovered, and the tight bodice of the ice-blue dress flaunted her little midriff. The long, full sleeves were sliced with the goal that the white silk of the chemise underneath appeared on the other side, and the wide, clearing skirt simply brushed the floor all around her. It was an excellent dress, and the pale clear blue appeared to increase the darker blue of Elena's eyes. As she dismissed, Elena's look fell on the good old pendulum clock over the dresser. â€Å"Oh, no-it's just about seven. Stefan will be here any minute.† â€Å"That's his vehicle now,† said Aunt Judith, looking out the window. â€Å"I'll go down and let him in.† â€Å"That's all right,† said Elena quickly. â€Å"I'll meet him myself. Farewell, make some great memories stunt or-treating!† She rushed down the steps. Here goes, she thought. As she went after the door handle, she was helped to remember that day, about two months prior now, when she'd ventured straightforwardly into Stefan's way in European History class. She'd had this equivalent sentiment of expectation, of energy and pressure. I simply trust this turns out better than that arrangement, she thought. For the most recent week and a half, she'd stuck her plans to this second, to this night. On the off chance that she and Stefan didn't meet up this evening, they never would. The entryway swung open, and she ventured back with her eyes down, feeling practically modest, reluctant to see Stefan's face. In any case, when she heard his sharp indrawn breath, she gazed upward rapidly and felt her heart go cold. He was gazing at her in wonder, yes. However, it was not the pondering satisfaction she'd recognized easily that first night in quite a while room. This was something nearer to stun. â€Å"You don't care for it,† she murmured, shocked at the stinging in her eyes. He recuperated quickly, as continually, squinting and shaking his head. â€Å"No, no, it's delightful. You're beautiful.† At that point for what reason would you say you are remaining there looking as though you'd seen a phantom? she thought. Why not hold me, kiss me-something! â€Å"You look wonderful,† she said unobtrusively. Also, it was valid; he was smooth and attractive in the tux and cape he'd wore as far as it matters for him. She was amazed he'd consented to it, however when she'd made the proposal he'd appeared to be more interested than everything else. A little while ago, he looked exquisite and agreeable, as though such garments were as normal as his typical pants. €Å"we would be advised to go,† he stated, similarly calm and genuine. Elena gestured and went with him to the vehicle, however her heart was not, at this point simply cool; it was ice. He was further away from her than any time in recent memory, and she had no clue about how to get him back. Thunder snarled overhead as they headed to the secondary school, and Elena looked out of the vehicle window with dull disappointment. The overcast spread was thick and dim, in spite of the fact that it hadn't really started to rain yet. The air had a charged, electric feel, and the dreary purple clouds gave the sky a nightmarish look. It was an ideal air for Halloween, threatening and powerful, however it woke just fear in Elena. Since that night at Bonnie's, she'd lost her gratefulness for the ghostly and uncanny. Her journal had never turned up, in spite of the fact that they'd looked through Bonnie's home start to finish. She despite everything could hardly imagine how it was truly gone, and the possibility of a more unusual perusing her most private musings caused her to feel wild inside. Since, obviously, it had been taken; what other clarification was there? More than one entryway had been open that night at the McCullough house; somebody could have quite recently strolled in. She needed tokill whoever had done it. A dream of dim eyes rose before her. That kid, the kid she'd nearly surrendered to at Bonnie's home, the kid who'd caused her to overlook Stefan. Is it accurate to say that he was the one? She awakened herself as they pulled up to the school and constrained herself to grin as they cleared their path through the lobbies. The exercise center was scarcely composed disarray. In the hour since Elena had left, everything had changed. At that point, the spot had been brimming with seniors: Student Council individuals, football players, the Key Club, all putting the completing addresses props and landscape. Presently it was loaded with outsiders, a large portion of them not even human. A few zombies turned as Elena came in, their smiling skulls obvious through the spoiling substance of their countenances. A bizarrely disfigured hunchback limped toward her, alongside a cadaver with angry white skin and empty eyes. From another course came a werewolf, its growling gag secured with blood, and a dim and sensational witch. Elena acknowledged, with a shock, that she was unable to perceive a large portion of these individuals in their outfits. At that point they were around her, appreciating the ice-blue outfit, reporting issues that had grown as of now. Elena waved them calm and moved in the direction of the witch, whose long dull hair streamed down the rear of a tight-fitting dark dress. â€Å"What is it, Meredith?† she said. â€Å"Coach Lyman's sick,† Meredith answered drearily, â€Å"so someone got Tanner to substitute.† â€Å"Mr.Tanner ?† Elena was sickened. â€Å"Yes, and he's raising hell as of now. Poor Bonnie's just about had it. You would be advised to get over there.† Elena moaned and gestured, at that point advanced along the contorting course of the Haunted House visit. As she went through the frightful Torture Chamber and the terrible Mad Slasher Room, she thought they had nearly builttoo well. This spot was frightening even in the light. The Druid Room was close to the exit. There, a cardboard Stonehenge had been developed. In any case, the entirely little druid priestess who remained among the fairly practical looking stone monuments wearing white robes and an oak-leaf wreath looked prepared to begin crying uncontrollably. â€Å"But you'vegot to wear the blood,† she was stating pleadingly. â€Å"It's a piece of the scene; you're a sacrifice.† â€Å"Wearing these ludicrous robes is awful enough,† answered Tanner without further ado. â€Å"No one educated me I would need to spread syrup all over myself.† â€Å"It doesn't generally get onyou ,† said Bonnie. â€Å"It's simply on the robes and on the raised area. You're a sacrifice,† she rehashed, as though by one way or another this would persuade him. â€Å"As for that,† said Mr. Leather treater in disturb, â€Å"the precision of this entire arrangement is exceptionally suspect. In opposition to mainstream thinking, the druids didnot fabricate Stonehenge; it was worked by a Bronze Age culture that-† Elena ventured forward. â€Å"Mr. Leather treater, that isn't generally the point.† â€Å"No, it wouldn't be, to you,† he said. â€Å"Which is the reason you and your hypochondriac companion here are both falling flat history.† â€Å"That's uncalled for,† said a voice, and Elena looked rapidly behind her at Stefan. â€Å"Mister Salvatore,† said Tanner, articulating the words as though they implied Now my day is finished . â€Å"I assume you have some new useful tidbits to offer. Or on the other hand are you going to give me a dark eye?† His look went over Stefan, who remained there, unknowingly rich in his completely custom fitted tux, and Elena felt an unexpected stun of understanding. Leather expert isn't generally that a lot more seasoned than we are, she thought. He looks old due to that retreating hairline, however I'll wager he's in his twenties. At that point, for reasons unknown, she recalled how Tanner had taken a gander at Homecoming, in his modest and sparkly suit that didn't fit well. I'll wager he never at any point made it to his own homecoming, she thought. Furthermore, just because, she felt something like compassion toward him. Maybe Stefan felt it, as well, for despite the fact that he came forward to the little man, standing up close and personal with him, his voice hushed up. â€Å"No, I'm most certainly not. I think this is getting made a huge deal about. Why don't†¦Ã¢â‚¬  Elena couldn't hear the rest, however he was talking in low, quieting tones, and Mr. Leather expert really appeared to tune in. She looked back at the group that had assembled behind her: four or five fiends, the werewolf, a gorilla, and a hunchback. â€Å"All right, everything's under control,† she stated, and they scattered. Stefan was dealing with things, despite the fact that she didn't know how, since she could see just the rear of his head. The rear of his head †¦ For a moment, a picture flashed before her of the main day of school. Of how Stefan had remained in the workplace conversing with Mrs. Clarke, the secretary, and of how strangely Mrs. Clarke had acted. Sufficiently sure, when Elena took a gander at Mr. Leather treater now, he wore the equivalent marginally stunned articulation. Elena felt a moderate wave of restlessness. â€Å"Come on,† she said to Bonnie. â€Å"Let's go up front.† They slice straight through the Alien Landing Room and the Living Dead Room, slipping between the allotments, turning out in the primary room where guests would enter and be welcomed by a werewolf. The werewolf had taken his head off and was conversing with a few mummies and an Egyptian princess. Elena needed to concede that Caroline looked great as Cleopatra, the lines of that tanned body honestly obvious through the transparent material sheath she wore. Matt, the werewolf, could barely be accused if his eyes continued wandering descending from Caroline's face. â€Å"How's it going here?† said Elena with constrained softness. Matt began marginally, at that point moved in the direction of her and Bonnie. Elena had hardly observed him since the evening of Homecoming, and she realized that he and Stefan had dra