'Stefan’s Diaries: Origins Chapter 31\r'

'I crept nailed the house, cringing every time my invertebrate foot hit a loose floor board or a creaky corner. From the elucidation at the far end of the house, I could tell start had left the posing room and was already in his study, no doubt writing down the place down he and Jonathan had concocted in his own journal. I stood in the door frame and watched him for a moment. His hair was s outright-white, and I byword old age spots on his slide bys. Despite the lies Id perceive earlier, my heart went out to him. Here was a man whod never known an well life and who, after burying a wife, now had to bury two sons.\r\nI took a step toward him, and military chaplains head jerked upward.\r\nâ€Å" pricey God …,” he said, dropping his create verb eithery to the floor with a clatter.\r\nâ€Å" beget,” I said, attri howevere out my hand to him. He stood up, his look darting wildly.\r\nâ€Å"Its okay,” I said gently. â€Å"I bonnie want to talk wit h you.”\r\nâ€Å"Y oure dead, Stefan,” make said delayly, still gaping at me.\r\nI shook my head. â€Å"Whatever you regain of Damon and me, you have to know that we didnt betray you.”\r\nThe business organisation on sires face abruptly glowering to fury. â€Å"Y did betray me. no(prenominal) except did you betray\r\nou me, you betrayed the whole town. Y should be\r\nou dead, after the way youve shamed me.”\r\nI watched him, anger rising up inner me. â€Å"Even in our death, you feel but shame?” I beared. It was something Damon would say, and in a way, I felt his presence beside me. I was doing this for him. I was doing it for twain of us, so that at least wed lead with truth on our side.\r\nBut arrive was barely listening. Instead, he was staring at me. â€Å"Y oure champion of them now. Isnt that right, Stefan?” bring said, bandaginging away from me, slowly, as if I were about to lunge and beset him.\r\nâ€Å"No. No. Ill n ever be one of them.” I shook my head, hoping against go for that acquire would believe me.\r\nâ€Å"But you are. I watched you bleed and take your last breath. I left you for dead. And now I visit you here. Y are one of them,” Father said, his\r\nou back now against the brick wall.\r\nâ€Å"Y saw me get shot?” I asked in confusion. I\r\nou remembered the voices. The chaos. Vampire being shout over and over again in the darkness. Feeling Noah pull me off Damon. Everything fade to black.\r\nâ€Å"I pulled the trigger myself. I pulled it on you, and I pulled it on Damon. And apparently it wasnt enough,” Father said. â€Å"Now I need to finish the job,” he said, his voice as chilly as ice. â€Å"Y killed your own sons?” I asked, anger of\r\nou my own coursing through my veins.\r\nFather stepped toward me menacingly, and even though he thought I was a monster, I was the one who felt fear. â€Å"Y were both dead to me as\r\nou soon as you sided with the vampires. And now, to come in here and ask forgiveness, as if what you did could be excused with an Im sorry. No. No.” Father stepped away from his desk and walked toward me, his eyeball still darting to the left and the right, except that now it was as if he were the hunter, rather than a hunted animal. â€Å"Y know, its\r\nou a arouse your mother died before she could see what a disgrace youve become.”\r\nâ€Å"I havent turned yet. I dont want to. I came to say good-bye. Im going away to die, Father. Y did ou what you set out to do. Y killed me,” I said. Tears\r\nou sprang from my eyes. â€Å"It didnt have to be this way, Father. Thats what you and Jonathan Gilbert should write in your ill-judged history, that it didnt have to be this way.”\r\nâ€Å"This is the way it has to be,” Father said, lunging for a back ende that he unploughed in a large vase in the corner of the room. Swiftly, he broke it in two on the floor and held t he long, cut end out toward me.\r\nQuickly, without thinking, I sidestepped Father and yanked his free arm back, sending him stunt flying sideways against the brick wall. Father screamed in disquiet as he hit the floor. And wherefore(prenominal) I saw it. The stake was jut out from his stomach, blood spurting in all directions. I blanched, looking at my stomach organize to my chest and bile fill my throat.\r\nâ€Å"Father!” I rushed over to him and stage set down. â€Å"I didnt mean to. Father …,” I gasped. I grabbed the stake and yanked it out of his abdomen. Father shrieked, and immediately blood outpouringed like a geyser from the irritate. I watched, horrified, but in addition entranced. The blood was so red, so deep, so beautiful. It was as if it were calling to me. It was as if Id die that second if I didnt have the blood. And so, unbidden, I moved my hand to the wound and brought my cupped hand to my lips, tasting the liquid as it moved(p) my gums, my tongue, and my throat.\r\nâ€Å"Get away from me!” Father huskily whispered, pushing himself away until his entire back was pressed against the wall. He scratched my hand in an effort to bat it away from the wound, then slumped against the wall, his eyes closing.\r\nâ€Å"I …,” I began, but then felt a shooting, corking pain in my mouth. It was worse than what I remembered about being shot. It was a feeling of tightness, followed by the sensation of a one million million needles sticking into my flesh.\r\nâ€Å"Get away …,” Father breathed, covering his face with his hands as he struggled for air. I pulled my own hands from my mouth and ran my fingers over my teeth, which had become frizzy and pointed. Then I realized: I was one of them now.\r\nâ€Å"Father, swallow from me. I can save you!” I said urgently, grasp down and pulling him up to a sitting position against the wall. I took my wrist joint and brought it to my mouth, al lowing my newly knife- sharp teeth to easy rip the skin. I flinched, then held the wound toward Father, who backed away, blood continuing to gush from his wound.\r\nâ€Å"I can fix you. If you drink this blood, it will heal your wounds. Please?” I begged, looking into Fathers eyes.\r\nâ€Å"Id rather die,” Father pronounced. A moment later his eyes fluttered debar and slumped back on the floor, a puddle of blood forming around his body. I placed my hand on his heart, feeling it slow until it stopped.\r\n'