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Elena now rises from the dead to recreate the powerful vampire trio. Stefan summoned by Elena, he keeps a promise to her and fights the most terrifying evil he's. Editorial Reviews. About the Author. L. J. Smith has written over two dozen books for young adults, including The Vampire Diaries, now a hit TV show. She has. DARK REUNION The Vampire Diaries Book 4 ByL. J. Smith THE VAMPIRE DIARIES Dark Reunion Volume IV L. J. Smith HarperT.

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I started reading the second bind-up of Vampire Diaries as soon as I finished the first one. I couldn't stop reading. Especially when The Struggle ends with Elena's death - theoretically. Because she actually transforms into a vampire. She was almost drown, and she kinda died, but she had enough of Stefan's blood in her veins to help her stay She thinks Damon is her boyfriend.

I still dunno why. Well, yeah, she finally remembered after about 4 chapters, but still Anyway, it was a great story. The Fury means Elena's life as a vampire, trying to kill Katherine but, in the end, doing the most unselfish thing anyone could do, as Bonnie describes it at the end of book Awww, how cute isn't it? And whoever did it isn't going to get away with it. That would be—if the world is like that, a place where that can happen and go unpunished… if that's the truth…" She found she didn't have a way to finish.

You don't want to live here anymore? What if the world is like that? Bonnie was shaken. But she said staunchly, "I won't let it be that way.

And you won't either. Meredith spoke up. Elena did communicate with us. She wanted us to do something. Now if we really believe that, we'd better figure out what it is. You poor guy, you're still as much in love with her as ever, thought Bonnie. I wonder if anything could make you forget her? She said, "Are you going to help us, Matt? It was the first time she'd fully realized herself that this was what she meant to do. Because you are alone, you know.

She said we had to do a summoning spell to call for help. She was getting excited. Do you think it really was Elena you were drinking tea with? And then partway through something else took over and pushed her out.

But she fought, and for a minute at the end she got back control. Then that means we have to concentrate on the beginning of the dream, when it was still Elena communicating with you. But if what she was saying was already being distorted by other influences, then maybe it came out weird. Maybe it wasn't something she actually said, maybe it was something she did…" Bonnie's hand flew up to touch her curls. I asked her who did hers, and we talked about it, and she said, 'Hair is very important.

She said, 'Blood is important too. She opened her eyes. Are those the ingredients, or do we have to start worrying about mud and sandwiches and mice and tea? I'm sure I can find a ritual to do with them in one of my Celtic magic books. We just have to figure out the person we're supposed to summon…" Something struck her, and her voice trailed off in dismay. It wasn't fair to tease him about this.

Bonnie couldn't tell what he was feeling. He and Stefan had been best friends once, even after Elena had chosen Stefan over Matt. But that had been before Matt found out what Stefan was, and what kind of violence he was capable of. In his rage and grief over Elena's death Stefan had nearly killed Tyler Smallwood and five other guys. Could Matt really forget that?

Could he even deal with Stefan coming back to Fell's Church? Matt's square-jawed face gave no sign now, and Meredith was talking again. You won't miss a curl or two, will you, Bonnie? Then she shook her head. It isn't our blood and hair we need. We need it from the person we want to summon. But that's ridiculous. If we had Stefan's blood and hair we wouldn't need to summon him, would we? What are we going to do, Meredith? It's impossible. She wasn't a saint. In the crypt.

And in that kind of fight he might have lost some hair. If only everything down there has been left undisturbed…" "I don't think anybody's been down there since Elena died," Matt said.

But there's only one way to find out. I was worrying about whether Matt could deal with Stefan coming back, and here he is doing everything he can to help us summon him. For an instant something she couldn't identify flickered in Matt's eyes. Surprise, certainly, but there was more than that. Suddenly Bonnie wondered what he would do if she did kiss him. It was as close as he'd gotten to lightheartedness all day. Meredith, however, was serious. We've got a lot to do, and the last thing we want is to get stuck in the crypt after dark.

It's only late afternoon, plenty of light left, Bonnie kept telling herself as they walked up the hill, but goose-flesh broke out on her arms anyway.

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The modern cemetery on one side was bad enough, but the old graveyard on the other side was downright spooky even in daylight. There were so many crumbling headstones tilting crazily in the overgrown grass, representing so many young men killed in the Civil War. You didn't have to be psychic to feel their presence.

That's good news; I don't think we would have been able to lift it. Hon-oria Fell lay there with her husband, hands folded on her breast, looking as gentle and sad as ever. But Bonnie knew there would be no more help from that quarter. Honoria's duties as protector of the town she'd founded were done.

Leaving Elena holding the bag, Bonnie thought grimly, looking down into the rectangular hole that led to the crypt. Iron rungs disappeared into darkness.

Even with the help of Meredith's flashlight it was hard to climb down into that underground room. Inside, it was dank and silent, the walls faced with polished stone. Bonnie tried not to shiver. Matt had the flashlight trained on the iron gate that separated the anteroom of the crypt from its main chamber. The stone below was stained black with blood in several places. Looking at the puddles and rivulets of dried gore made Bonnie feel dizzy. She sounded calm, but Bonnie could hear the tight control in her voice.

Stefan said Elena was in the center. That means Stefan himself must have been… here. Bonnie swallowed, glad she'd had only tea for lunch. Blood was all right in the abstract, but when you were actually confronted with so much of it—especially when it was the blood of a friend who'd been tortured… Bonnie turned away, looking at the stone walls and thinking about Katherine. Both Stefan and his older brother, Damon, had been in love with Katherine, back in fifteenth-century Florence.

But what they hadn't known was that the girl they loved wasn't human. A vampire in her own German village had changed her to save her life when she was ill. Katherine in her turn had made both the boys vampires. And then, thought Bonnie, she faked her own death to get Stefan and Damon to stop fighting over her.

But it didn't work. They hated each other more than ever, and she hated both of them for that. She'd gone back to the vampire who made her, and over the years she'd turned as evil as he was. Until at last all she wanted to do was destroy the brothers she had once loved.

She'd lured them both to Fell's Church to kill them, and this room was where she'd almost succeeded in doing it. Elena had died stopping her. Matt was standing with a paper napkin that now held flakes of Stefan's blood in its folds. They swept the floor with their fingers, finding dust and bits of leaves and fragments of things Bonnie didn't want to identify. Among the detritus were long strands of pale gold hair. Elena's—or Katherine's, Bonnie thought.

They had looked much alike. There were also shorter strands of dark hair, crisp with a slight wave. It was slow, finicky work sorting through it all and putting the right hairs in another napkin. Matt did most of it. When they were through, they were all tired and the light sifting down through the rectangular opening in the ceiling was dim blue. But Meredith smiled tigerishly. She'd been thinking about other things entirely, nothing to do with Tyler, but at the mention of his name something had winked on in her mind.

Something she'd realized in the parking lot and then forgotten afterward in the heat of arguing. Meredith's words had triggered it and now it was suddenly all clear again.

How had he known! What's the matter? And Vickie couldn't have told them because she's gone catatonic again, and Sue's dead and Caroline was outside by that time. But Tyler knew. Remember, he said, 'If you hadn't been hiding in the living room, you'd have seen what happened. He's not smart enough to organize a killing spree, for one thing," Meredith said.

Meredith, last year at the Junior Prom, Tyler touched me on my bare shoulder. I'll never forget it. His hand was big, and meaty, and hot, and damp. Does he? Psychically speaking, Tyler was as much a dud as Caroline. Bonnie couldn't deny it. But she couldn't deny her intuition, either. It didn't make sense, but she still felt Tyler had been in the house last night. Bonnie was still thinking about Tyler. Once at her house they smuggled the napkins upstairs and began looking through Bonnie's books on Druids and Celtic magic.

Ever since she'd discovered that she was descended from the ancient race of magic workers, Bonnie had been interested in the Druids. And in one of the books she found a ritual for a summoning spell. I can find those in the house. There's no hurry; the spell has to be done at midnight. Meredith bought the necessary items at a grocery store and brought them back. They ate dinner with Bonnie's family, though no one had much of an appetite.

By eleven o'clock Bonnie had the circle drawn on the hardwood floor of her bedroom and all the other ingredients on a low bench inside the circle. On the stroke of twelve she started. With Matt and Meredith watching, she made a small fire in an earthenware bowl. Three candles were burning behind the bowl; she stuck a pin halfway down the one in the center. Then she unfolded a napkin and carefully stirred the dried flakes of blood into a wineglass of water.

It turned rusty pink. She opened the other napkin. Three pinches of dark hair went into the fire, sizzling with a terrible smell. Then three drops of the stained water, hissing. Her eyes went to the words in the open book. Swift on the heel thou comest, Thrice summoned by my spell, Thrice troubled by my burning. Come to me without delay. She read the words aloud slowly, three times. Then she sat back on her heels. The fire went on burning smokily.

The candle flames danced. It just says wait for the middle candle to burn down to the pin. Stefan watched the girl move down the stairway, one hand resting lightly on the banister to keep her balance. Her movements were slow and slightly dreamlike, as if she were floating. Suddenly, she swayed and clutched at the banister more tightly. Stefan moved quickly behind her and put a hand under her elbow.

She was very pretty. Her expensive clothes were the latest fashion and her stylishly disarrayed hair was blond.

A tourist. He knew she was American before she spoke. Where are you staying? I'm with the Gonzaga in Florence program. Not a tourist, then; a student. And that meant she'd be carrying this story back with her, telling her classmates about the handsome Italian guy she'd met last night. The one with night-dark eyes. The one who took her back to his exclusive place on Via Tornabuoni and wined her and dined her and then, in the moonlight, maybe, in his room or out in the enclosed courtyard, leaned close to look into her eyes and… Stefan's gaze slid away from the girl's throat with its two reddened puncture wounds.

He'd seen marks like that so often—how could they still have the power to disturb him? But they did; they sickened him and set a slow burning in his gut. With an a. Look at me. You will go back to your pensione and you won't remember anything about last night. You don't know where you went or who you saw. And you've never seen me before, either. Stefan's Powers were not as strong as they would have been if he'd been drinking human blood, but they were strong enough for this.

I haven't seen you. Do you have money to get back? When she was safely in a cab, he went back inside and made straight for Damon's bedroom. Damon was lounging near the window, peeling an orange, not even dressed yet. He looked up, annoyed, as Stefan entered.

And then, when Damon turned a blank stare on him, he added, "That girl. I don't think I bothered to ask. At Bar Gilli. Or perhaps it was Bar Mario. You didn't bother to influence her to forget you, either. Do you want to get caught, Damon? When somebody realizes, 'My God, there's a bloodsucking monster on Via Tornabuoni'? Kill them all? Wait until they break down the front door and then melt away into darkness?

This has got to stop. To take an unwilling girl like that—" "Oh, she was willing, brother. She was very, very willing.

Did you warn her about the consequences of exchanging blood with a vampire? The nightmares, the psychic visions? Was she willing for that? Damon tossed away the orange. His tone was silky, persuasive. It's much more fun, I assure you. She chose 'the winning side.

He was smiling again, but his eyes were cold. Pleasure is the only reality, little brother—pleasure and power. And you're a hunter by nature, just as much as I am," Damon said.

He added, "I don't remember inviting you to come to Florence with me, anyway. Since you're not enjoying yourself, why don't you just leave? And at last he had the satisfaction of seeing Damon's eyes drop.

Stefan himself could hear Elena's words in his mind. She'd been dying then, and her voice had been weak, but he'd heard her clearly. You have to take care of each other.

Stefan, will you promise? Promise to take care of each other? And he had promised, and he would keep his word.

No matter what. You can fool the whole world. But I know differently. Elena's eyes were blue. But he never made it to the door. Bonnie sucked in her breath. Something was opening in front of her like a silver thread, a silver tunnel of communication. She was rushing along it, with no way to stop herself or check her speed. Oh, God, she thought, when I reach the end and hit — The flash in Stefan's head was soundless, lightless, and powerful as a thunderclap.

At the same time he felt a violent, wrenching tug. An urge to follow— something. This was not like Katherine's sly subliminal nudging to go somewhere; this was a psychic shout. A command that could not be disobeyed. Inside the flash he sensed a presence, but he could scarcely believe who it was. It's you! It worked! Bonnie, what have you done?

Elena told me to. Honestly, Stefan, she did. We're in trouble and we need— And that was it. The communication collapsed, caving in on itself, dwindling to a pinpoint. It was gone, and in its aftermath the room vibrated with Power. Stefan and his brother were left staring at each other. Bonnie let out a long breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and opened her eyes, though she didn't remember closing them. She was lying on her back. Matt and Meredith were crouched over her, looking alarmed.

Did it work? I talked to him. Now all we can do is wait and see if he's coming or not. Dear Diary, I don't seem to be sleeping very well tonight, so I might as well write you. All day today I've been waiting for something to happen. You don't do a spell like that and have it work like that and then have nothing happen.

But nothing has. I stayed home from school because Mom thought I should. She was upset about Matt and Meredith staying so late Sunday night, and she said I needed to get some rest. But every time I lie down I see Sue's face. Sue's dad did the eulogy at Elena's funeral.

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I wonder who's going to do it for Sue on Wednesday? I've got to stop thinking about things like this. Maybe I'll try to go to sleep again. Maybe if I lie down with my headphones on, I won't see Sue.

Bonnie put the diary back in her nightstand drawer and took out her Walkman. She flipped through the channels as she stared at the ceiling with heavy eyes.

Through the crackle and sputter of static a D. The ice cream soda was strawberry, Bonnie's favorite. The jukebox was playing 'Goodnight Sweetheart' and the counter was squeaky clean. But Elena, Bonnie decided, would never have really worn a poodle skirt. Elena looked up from her hot fudge sundae.

Her blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail. I'm only visiting. There was a reason to be afraid of dreams, but she couldn't think of it just now. I just came to tell you…" She frowned. Bonnie looked at her sympathetically. It tasted odd. There was so much I was supposed to do, to accomplish. And now I have to help you. I don't have that much power.

It's hard getting through, and it's hard keeping everything together. She was feeling strangely lightheaded. What was in this soda? He's doing it, I guess. He's always fighting me. He watches you. And every time we try to communicate, he comes. He can use your fear against you. It's the way he gets in. Tell everyone that. And tell Stefan…" Elena stopped and put a hand to her mouth. Something fell onto the hot fudge sundae.

It was a tooth. Bonnie stared at the tooth in mesmerized horror. It was lying in the middle of the whipped cream, among the slivered almonds.

Elena sobbed, both her hands at her mouth now. Her eyes were terrified, helpless. Everything was whirling around. The soda was bubbling out of the glass, but it wasn't soda; it was blood. Bright red and frothy, like something you coughed up when you died. Bonnie's stomach convulsed.

Bonnie was glad to fall into darkness and forget everything. Bonnie nibbled at the end of her felt pen, her eyes on the clock, her mind on the calendar.

Eight and a half more days of school to survive. And it looked as if every minute was going to be misery. Some guy had said it outright, backing away from her on the stairs. But now all she wanted was to be out of school, away from the tragic faces and accusing eyes—or worse, the pitying eyes. The principal had given a speech over the P. When the bell rang, she was the first person out the door.

But instead of going to her next class she went to the bathroom again, where she waited for the next bell. Then, once the halls were empty, she hurried toward the foreign language wing. She passed bulletins and banners for end-of-the-year events without glancing at them. What did SATs matter, what did graduation matter, what did anything matter anymore?

They might all be dead by the end of the month. She nearly ran into the person standing in the hall. Her gaze jerked up, off her own feet, to take in fashionably ratty deck shoes, some foreign kind. Above that were jeans, body hugging, old enough to look soft over hard muscles. Narrow hips. Nice chest. Face to drive a sculptor crazy: Dark sunglasses. Slightly tousled black hair. Bonnie stood gaping a moment. Oh, my God, I forgot how gorgeous he is, she thought.

Elena, forgive me; I'm going to grab him. Then her mind wrenched her back into reality again and she cast a hunted look around. No one was in eyeshot. She grabbed his arm. Are you nuts? I thought it was urgent. So exotic. Like a zebra in a flock of sheep.

She started pushing him toward a broom closet. He wasn't going. And he was stronger than she was. I'll go get Matt and Meredith and bring them back here and then we can talk. But if anybody sees you, you're probably going to get lynched. There's been another murder.

He started to say something, then clearly decided not to. It took only a few minutes to find Matt in auto tech and Meredith in economics class. They hurried back to the broom closet and bustled Stefan out of school as inconspicuously as possible, which wasn't very.

Someone's bound to have seen us, Bonnie thought. It all depends on who, and how much of a blab they are. They were all walking as fast as they could through the high school parking lot.

Wait a minute, what about the boarding house…? There was a little black car in the parking slot in front of her. An Italian car, sleek, svelte, and sexy looking. All the windows were tinted illegally dark; you couldn't even see inside. Then Bonnie made out the stallion emblem on the back. She hoped Stefan meant Damon had just loaned it to him.

But the car window was rolling down to reveal black hair as sleek and liquidy as the car's paint job, mirrored glasses, and a very white smile.

But she didn't back away.

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Stefan was visibly impatient. You follow. Park behind the barn so nobody sees your car. It wasn't that Bonnie liked Damon or that she was ever going to let him kiss her again as he had at Alaric's party.

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