The Struggle

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“Damon!”

Icy wind whipped Elena’s hair around her face, tearing at her light sweater. Oak leaves swirled among the rows of granite headstones, and the trees lashed their branches together in frenzy. Elena’s hands were cold, her lips and cheeks were numb, but she stood facing the screaming wind directly, shouting into it.

“Damon!”

This weather was a show of his Power, meant to frighten her away. It wouldn’t work. The thought of that same Power being turned against Stefan woke a hot fury inside her that burned against the wind. If Damon had done anything to Stefan, if Damon had hurt him…

“Damn you, answer me!” she shouted at the oak trees that bordered the graveyard.

A dead oak leaf like a withered brown hand skittered up to her foot, but there was no answer. Above, the sky was gray as glass, gray as the tombstones that surrounded her. Elena felt rage and frustration sting her throat and she sagged. She’d been wrong. Damon wasn’t here after all; she was alone with the screaming wind.

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