The Vampire Diaries: The Salvation: Unseen (7 page)

“That’s not supposed to happen,” she said, and flushed, because the words sounded stupid to her own ears. “I mean, I read an article about movie clichés, and a lot of it was about how cars almost never explode. Certainly not just from running into a tree.” As she spoke, she felt her heart steady. If they could talk logically about the
why
and the
how
, maybe she wouldn’t have to think about the
what
. The fact that she could have been gone forever, never see Stefan or Damon again.

“It was a telephone pole,” Jack said drily, and then the corners of his mouth turned up in a sudden and unexpected smile. It changed his whole face. He looked friendly and open, and Elena knew her earlier instinct to trust him had been the right one.

She tried to take a step and stumbled, feeling suddenly sick. Jack hurried forward to steady her, concern etched on his face.

“We need to get you home,” he said, his hand under her arm, supporting her. “And you’re right. This doesn’t just happen.” They both turned to look back at the steadily burning car.

“I don’t understand,” she mumbled. She felt like she might laugh, or scream. Possibly she had a concussion, because nothing seemed to be making any sense.

Jack wiped his hand across his face in a quick, nervous gesture. “Elena,” he said, “this was no accident.”

“I
should have been there to protect you,” Stefan said wretchedly, wrapping his arms around Elena and burying his face in her hair. “I’m so sorry.” While he had been relaxing in the apartment, Elena had almost
died
. And he wouldn’t have even known until the police came to their door.

The world swung dizzyingly, and he clutched at her for balance. The thought of Elena dying was like an endless fall into a dark void. Elena had never been safe, never would be, no matter how many Old Ones he killed.

“There’s nothing you could have done, Stefan,” Elena said calmly, steadying him. She glanced around the room at all of her worried friends. Her eyes landed on the stranger—Jack—who had gotten her out of the car after the crash and brought her home. “It all happened so fast.”

“Thank you for helping,” Stefan said to Jack. Jack nodded pleasantly from his seat on the couch. He seemed to be taking everything in, his dark eyes flicking over the whole group with interest—maybe too much interest. He hadn’t called the police, hadn’t taken Elena to the hospital; he had just brought her home. Jack was an outsider; what did he think was going on?

“The important thing is to make sure that Damon’s all right.” Elena let go of Stefan and sat down beside Jack on the couch, closing her eyes with a little frown. Stefan knew she was reaching for her bond with his brother. He did his best to push down the jealousy that threatened to break the surface. Elena loved him;
he
was the one she’d chosen. But it was hard to accept the fact that she and Damon shared something that he couldn’t really understand. “Whatever’s going on, it doesn’t feel like he’s in danger now,” Elena said after a moment.

Stefan breathed a sigh of relief, realizing belatedly that Jack must think they were crazy. But his gaze remained polite and attentive.

Meredith came back in from the kitchen with a washcloth, brushing past Bonnie and Matt, and sat down between Jack and Elena to dab carefully at the blood on Elena’s forehead. “It looks like the cut’s all healed up,” she said. “And your pupils are normal, so you’re probably not concussed anymore.”

“Score one for the amazing properties of vampire blood,” Elena said, smiling up at Stefan.

Stefan flinched backward, feeling his eyes widen. Meredith frowned in surprise, and Bonnie looked up from the floor by the couch where she was going through a bag of herbs, her mouth open in surprise. Matt had been worrying silently in the side armchair nearby, but now he unclenched his jaw to protest, “Elena …”

“It’s okay,” Elena said, tipping her head back to smile reassuringly up at Stefan. “Jack knows all about us. He was following me because he wants to talk to us.”

A chill ran through Stefan—
all
about them?—and he felt his eyes narrow suspiciously. In a second, he was looming over Jack. Grabbing the front of his shirt, he yanked him to his feet. “You were
following
her?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Jack held up his hands. “Wait,” he told Stefan, “I’m on your side. I helped Elena.”

“I have to ask,” Meredith said dryly, folding the washcloth and dropping it on the coffee table. “If you weren’t the one who tampered with Elena’s car, how did you know it was going to blow up?”

Jack chuckled and leaned back, pulling his shirt out of Stefan’s hands. “I like you,” he told Meredith. “I bet your dad’s really proud of you.”

Before Meredith could snap a reply—after all, Stefan thought, it was a patronizing thing to say—Jack raised his hands and crooked his pinkie fingers together, balling his other fingers into fists and bringing his thumbs together above them to make a triangle.

The sign meant nothing to Stefan, but Meredith gasped. “You’re a hunter,” she said, in a far less confrontational voice. “You know my father?”

Jack smiled. “Not personally, no. He doesn’t have contact with hunters anymore; I guess you know that. But ’Nando Sulez is a legend. It’s an honor to meet his daughter.”

The hard line of Meredith’s mouth softened in surprise, and Stefan backed off a little, still suspicious. “The fact that you’re a vampire hunter hardly gives me a reason to trust you,” he said. Elena reached a hand out to touch his leg, her thumb running comfortingly across his calf.

“It’s okay,” she said softly. “I’ve looked at Jack’s aura. He’s good.”

Sighing, Stefan thought about all the ways that someone could be a good person and still want to kill vampires. Still, he had to trust Elena: Her instincts about people had always been sound, even before her Guardian Powers were awakened. “You haven’t answered the question,” he said to Jack, keeping his voice polite. “How did you know the car was going to explode?”

“My team—there are quite a few of us in town now—we know how powerful Elena’s blood is, that it’s the only real threat to the Old Ones.” Jack’s eyes flicked around the group. “When we realized that Solomon was headed for Dalcrest, we assumed he was coming to eliminate Elena. And when I saw Elena’s car crash, I felt sure that Solomon was involved. It seemed smartest for her to get away from the car.”

“Wait a second. Who is Solomon?” Bonnie asked. Elena’s white cat, Sammy, had stretched out on his back in her lap. Bonnie rubbed his belly without looking down at him, her fingers twining through his fur affectionately.

“Solomon’s an Old One,” Jack said heavily. “Maybe the last of the Old Ones.”

Stefan’s heart sank. Elena had been right; there was always danger. How naive of him to think that, just because they’d killed all the Old Ones they could track, there weren’t others tracking
them
. And this one must know about Elena’s secret weakness, if he had tried to kill her with a car accident. Elena was frowning worriedly, obviously having realized the same thing.

“I think I know a spell that’ll help protect your next car,” Bonnie said, her jaw stubbornly set. “I don’t know how well it’ll defend against deliberate attacks, though. I’ll do some research.”

Meredith took Elena’s hand. “Hey, we’ve killed Old Ones before,” she said reassuringly.

Stefan felt a surge of affection for Elena’s friends: stepping up immediately, ready to protect her.

Jack gave a short laugh. “You’ve never killed one like Solomon,” he said.

Stefan felt his fists clench. “You’re surprisingly well informed,” he snapped at the newcomer. “Who told you about Elena’s blood?”

“We keep our ears close to the ground,” Jack said. “When Old Ones started turning up dead and we figured out that blood had killed them, we were able to put that together with rumors about a new Guardian on the scene. Once we knew you existed, Elena, it wasn’t hard to find you.” Stefan, already tense, felt his canine teeth sharpening. He turned his back to the others and breathed deeply, gripping tight to the chair beside him, and, slowly, his teeth slipped back to normal.

“What’s different about Solomon?” Elena was asking behind him. “Meredith is right—we’ve fought other Old Ones before. Klaus, Celine, Davos. They were all cunning and ruthless and terribly strong. They had to be, to survive as long as they did.” Elena’s voice was steady, but Stefan noticed the flash of panic in her deep blue eyes, the pink flush of her cheeks.

Jack leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “We’ve been tracking Solomon for years. I’ve never even
seen
him, just evidence that he’s been somewhere. Most of the Old Ones, they’re flashy. They
want
hunters to see how powerful they are, to show that they’re not afraid of us. Solomon, though, he keeps to himself.” Jack spread his fingers wide. “He can get anywhere, do what he wants, and, by the time we figure where he was, he’s long gone. He has more power than you can imagine, and he’s always a few steps ahead of us.” He paused. “We think Solomon won’t stop until he’s killed Elena.”

Stefan automatically moved closer to Elena. “He’s not the first one to try, and I’m still standing,” she said, looking pale but stubborn.

“I want to help protect you,” Jack said intently, his eyes locking with Elena’s. “It’s been my mission for so long to bring Solomon down. But I’ve never gotten close. I think if we band together”—he glanced at the others again—“we might have a shot at defeating him. Meredith, I know you haven’t known many hunters outside your family. You’ve done so much on your own, and with Stefan—but you could do even more with a team of hunters backing you up.”

“I had another hunter I worked with for a while. Samantha,” Meredith said. “But she died. Vampires killed her.” Her face seemed impassive, but Stefan had known Meredith long enough to notice the strain at the corners of her mouth when she thought of Samantha. There was a longing there, he knew. Like werewolves, hunters did best in a pack. Elena bumped her knee comfortingly against Meredith’s.

“These rumors,” Stefan asked, “how widespread are they? Even if we manage to kill Solomon, will there be other Old Ones coming after Elena? Should we be running instead of fighting?” He reached for Elena’s hand, his fingers tightening protectively over hers.

Elena shook her head, squeezing his hand in return. “We can’t run forever, Stefan,” she murmured.

Jack interrupted, his voice brisk. “Like I said, I think Solomon is the last. I’ve been hunting all my life, and there aren’t any other Old Ones I know of, not now that you”—he nodded to Stefan and Meredith—“have killed so many. So, are you with me?”

Matt, who’d been following the conversation in silence, gave a quick jerk of a nod. “Anything we can do against Solomon,” he said, like a pledge. “We have to stop him before it all begins again.”

“We can do this, Stefan,” Meredith said, her gray eyes shining. “We’ve already tracked down and killed
three
Old Ones. If Solomon’s coming to us, that just makes it more convenient.” She grinned. “We won’t have to travel.”

Rubbing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, Stefan thought carefully. “If hunting Solomon gets too dangerous for Elena, she and I will leave town,” he told Jack. “Her safety is the most important thing.” Jack nodded solemnly.

“We’ll work as a team,” Stefan went on slowly, “like we always do. Bonnie and Alaric can use magic—Bonnie, maybe you can ask Mrs. Flowers what she knows about divination for evil creatures?” Bonnie nodded at the mention of her elderly mentor back in Fell’s Church. “Elena, keep your Guardian Powers on alert. If there’s an Old One near Dalcrest, there ought to be some signs of evil you can pick up on.” He let go of Elena and began to pace the room, his steps quickening as he thought. “Jack, we should get together with your team, figure out how we can best work together.”

He crossed to the closet and pulled out his hunter’s bag, trying to think what they would need. More vervain for Meredith’s weapons, to keep Solomon and any other vampires he might have with him from clouding the humans’ minds. Stakes of white ash. Iron.

He unzipped the bag, and for a moment his mind stopped, unable to process what he was seeing. There was a fine dust all over his weapons. Wood dust, he realized, soft under his hands except for a few small splinters. Something cut into his palm and he pulled it back quickly, wincing. It was a tiny shard of metal. There was an ache in his gums as his canines extended slowly, throbbing in time with his beating heart, and he realized that he was smelling blood. Elena’s blood.

“My stave,” he said, slowly. “It’s—it’s been destroyed.”

He could hear his friends exclaiming, getting to their feet, Sammy meowing in complaint as Bonnie unceremoniously dumped him off her lap. They were crowding behind him, all but Jack, who was standing a little away from the rest of the group. Elena touched Stefan’s arm gently. But his gaze was riveted on the pulverized remains of his best weapon against the Old Ones. Nothing else had been touched.

“He came right in,” Stefan said, amazed. “Without being invited. All the safeguards and charms we have on this apartment, and somehow he knew where our only real weapon against him was hidden and came straight to it.” He finally dragged his gaze away from the remains of his stave, and his eyes met Jack’s. They were dark and full of what looked like pity.