Suddenly, in spite of her fear, she was furious. "Then why hurt Matt? He's just a friend. What's he got to do with it?"
"Just a friend." And Damon began to laugh the way he had before, eerily.
"Well, I knowhe didn't have anything to do with Stefan leaving," Elena snapped.
Damon turned on her, but by then the clearing was so dim that she couldn't read his expression at all. "And who saidI did? But that doesn't mean I'm not going to make use of the opportunity." He picked Matt up easily and held up something that shone silver from his other hand.
Her keys. From her jeans pocket. Taken, no doubt, when she was lying unconscious on the ground.
She could tell nothing from his voice, either, except that it was bitter and grim - all usual if he were talking about Stefan. "With your blood in him, I couldn't have killed my brother if I had tried, the last time I saw him," he added.
"Didyou try?"
"As a matter of fact, no. You have my word on that as well."
"And you don't know where he is?"
"No." He hefted Matt.
"What do you think you're doing?
"Taking him with us. He's hostage for your good behavior."
"Oh, no," Elena said flatly, pacing. "This is between you and me. You've hurt Matt enough." She blinked and once again almost screamed to find Damon much too close, much too fast. "I'll do whatever you want.Whatever you want. But not here out in the open and not with Matt around."
Come on, Elena, she was thinking. Where's that vampy behavior when you want it? You used to be able to vamp any guy; now, just because he's a vampire, you can't do it?
"Take me somewhere," she said softly, intertwining her arm with his free one, "but in the Ferrari. I don't want to go in my car. Take me in the Ferrari."
Damon paced back to the trunk of the Ferrari, unlocked it, and looked inside. Then he looked at Matt. It was clear that the tall, well-built boy wasn't going to fit in to the trunk...at least, not with all his limbs attached.
"Don't you eventhink about it," Elena said. "Just put him in the Jaguar with the keys and he'll be safe enough - lock him in." Elena fervently prayed that what she was saying was true.
For a moment Damon said nothing, then he looked up with a smile so brilliant she could see it in the dusk. "All right," he said. He dumped Matt on the ground again. "But if you try to run while I move the cars, I runhim over."
Damon, Damon, will you never understand? Humans don'tdo that to their friends, Elena thought as he brought the Ferrari out so he could bring the Jaguar in, so he could dump Matt in it.
"All right," she said in a small voice. She was afraid to look at Damon. "Now - what do you want?"
Damon inclined from the waist in a very graceful bow, indicating the Ferrari. She wondered what would happen once she got in. If he were any normal attacker - if there wasn't Matt to think about - if she
didn't fear the forest even more than she feared him...
She hesitated and then got into Damon's car.
Inside, she pulled her camisole out of her jeans to conceal the fact that she wasn't wearing a seat belt. She doubted Damon ever wore a seat belt or locked his doors or anything like that. Precautions weren't his thing. And now she prayed that he had other matters on his mind.
"Seriously, Damon, where are we going?" she said as he got into the Ferrari.
"First, how about one for the road?" Damon suggested, his voice fake-jocular.
Elena had expected something like this. She sat passively as Damon took her chin in fingers that trembled slightly, and tilted it up. She shut her eyes as she felt the double-snakebite pinch of razor-sharp fangs piercing her skin. She kept her eyes shut as her attacker fastened his mouth on the bleeding flesh and began to drink deeply. Damon's idea of "one for the road" was just what she would have expected: enough to put both of them in danger. But it wasn't until she actually began to feel as if she would pass out any minute that she shoved at his shoulder.
He held on for a few more very painful seconds just to show who was Boss here. Then he let go of her, licking his lips avidly, his eyes actually gleaming at herthrough the Ray-Bans.
"Exquisite," he said. "Unbelievable. Why you're - "
Yeah, tell me I'm a bottle of single malt scotch, she thought. That's the way to my heart.
"Can we go now?" she asked pointedly. And then, as she suddenly remembered Damon's driving habits, she added deliberately, "Be careful; this road twists and turns a lot."
It had the effect she had hoped for. Damon hit the accelerator and they shot out of the clearing at high speed. Then they were taking the sharp turns of the Old Wood faster than Elena had ever driven through here; faster than anyone had dared go with her as a passenger before.
But still, they wereher roads. From childhood on she had played here. There was only one family who lived right on the perimeter of the Old Wood, but their driveway was on the right side of the road - her side - and she got herself ready for it. He would take the sudden curve to the left just before the second curve that was the Dunstans' driveway - and on the second curve she would jump.
There was no sidewalk edging Old Wood Road, of course, but at that point there was a heavy growth of rhododendron and other bushes. All she could do was pray. Pray that she didn't snap her neck on impact. Pray that she didn't break an arm or leg before she limped through the few yards of woods to the driveway. Pray that the Dunstans were home when she pounded on their door and pray that they listened when she told them not to let the vampire in behind her.
She saw the curve. She didn't know why the Damon-thing couldn't read her mind, but apparently he couldn't. He wasn't speaking and his only precaution against her trying to get out seemed to be speed.