Anger seeped into my limbs from the center of my being. Why couldnt we? And why couldnt Damon forgive me? I no longer thought he was haunted by the memory of Katherine. Instead, I believed he was haunted byme. Not who I was, but who he thought I was--a monster who killed without fear or awareness of consequence. How dare he not even recognize the lengths Id gone to to try to make him happy, to try to save him? I swung, connecting with Damons cheek. Blood spurted under his eye, and the crowd roared.
Damon wound up and swung back, hitting me on my shoulder and knocking me down to the ground.
"Why did you do that?" Damon hissed, baring his teeth to the delight of the crowd.
"Because you wanted it," I hissed back, baring my own teeth, then flipped him over into a headlock.
He freed himself quickly and returned to his corner. We stood at opposite sides of the ring, staring at each other, both confused, angry, alone.
"Fight!" the crowd roared again. Gallagher glared at us, unsure what to do. He snapped his fingers, and Jasper and Buck ran toward us with stakes, determined to force us to fight each other. They prodded us until our bodies were only inches apart and both of our fists were raised, when a huge, echoing, booming crack that sounded like the sky splitting in two echoed from above. A cold wind whipped around us, causing a cloud of sawdust and debris to rise at our feet. I smelled smoke.
"Fire!" a panicked voice yelled.
I looked around wildly. Part of the tent was on fire, and people were running in all directions.
"Comeon!"
I felt hands shoving my shoulders. Callie. My eyes opened wide in surprise. "Go, go, go!" Callie yelled, pushing me. She held an axe in her hand, and slowly I began piecing together what had happened. Had she actually cut down the supports of the tent structure, then set the fire?
"Move!" Callie pushed me one more time. She was surprisingly strong for a human, and after a few seconds of stupidly standing and blinking in place, I grabbed Damon by the wrist, and we ran, past the tents, away from the river, faster and faster, heading toward my home.
Chapter 29
Damon and I ran at vampire speed through the streets of New Orleans. Unlike when we first arrived and Damon lagged reluctantly behind me, we ran side by side, the adobe and brick houses blurring past us like melting wax.
Something had shifted between us in that arena, I felt it in my very being. Something had changed in Damons eyes as hed regarded me and refused to attack, even as the crowd jeered on. I wondered how the match would have ended had the tent not gone up in flames--would we have taken the humans one by one, or would one Salvatore brother have ended up dead and bloodied on the dusty floor?
The image of the Mystic Falls church blazing like an oversize torch sprang to my mind. The town had burned down the church and the vampires trapped within it the night our father killed us--and the vampire Damon had loved.
But Damon and I were still here, like phoenixes rising from the ashes of the vampires who came before us. Perhaps out of the fire of this circus in our new home city, a new kinship between us would spring to life--like the new life that arose in prairies after the previous years crops had been burned to the level of the soil. Damon and I continued to run, our feet slapping against the cobblestones in perfect unison, down the back alleys and streets Id learned so well in my few weeks of living here. But as we rounded the corner onto Dauphine, the same street where Lexi had taken me shopping, I stopped short. Affixed to the window of the tailors shop was a crude drawing of me and Damon, our fangs bared, both of us crouched low. The fight of the century, the posters read. I wondered if Callie had drawn them. Probably.
Damon leaned in close, examining the poster. "That drawing makes you look a bit stocky, brother. Might be time to lay off the barmaids. "
"Ha, ha," I said dryly, looking around. Shouts sounded behind us, in the direction of the circus. We had a good head start, but if Callie had distributed these posters as widely as we had the posters for Damon, then we wouldnt be safe until we were inside.
The spindly spire of a church rose in the distance--the church that was kitty-corner to Lexis place.
"Come on!" I pushed Damon in the direction of the church, and we didnt talk until we reached the rickety white house.
"This is where you live?" Damons lip curled as his eyes flicked up from the sagging, whitewashed porch to the dark windows.
"Well, I understand that it may not measure up to your standards, but we all must make sacrifices every now and again," I said sarcastically as I led him to the back door.
The door swung open, allowing a triangular slice of light to pour out over the dark backyard.
I put my hands up as Lexi appeared in the doorway. "I know you said no visitors, but--"
"Come in. Quickly!" she said, locking the door the second we crossed the threshold. In the main room, candles were burning, and Buxton, Hugo, and Percy were all perched on the chairs and couches, as if they were in the middle of a meeting.
"You must be Damon. " Lexi nodded to him slightly. "Welcome to our home. " I was aware of Damon watching her, and wondered what he saw.
"Yes, maam," Damon said with an easy grin. "And Im afraid that during our time in captivity, my brother somehow failed to mention you and your"--his eyes flicked over Percy and Buxton--"family. "
Percy bristled and half-rose from his seat, but Lexi put up a hand to stop him. "Im Lexi. And as Stefan is your brother, my home is your home. "
"We escaped," I started to explain.
Lexi nodded. "I know. Buxton was there. "