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Finally, I see Damon the way Father had seen him: Cartwright, to twirl Rosalyn in a first waltz, to toast my place as a man of Mystic Falls. She groaned softly, somehow still alive. The girl hesitantly pushed the crate away. In the corner, a filthy figure struggled to sit up. Five girls were squeezed onto the porch swing, giggling and talking loudly.
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He had Damon; he didnt need to frame him for any more Jack the Ripper murders. He had a steady supply of blood from the girls in the Asylum. So what could he possibly want with this girl? I followed the streak of Samuels shadow along the brick buildings that led to the pier, but soon lost his trail. Farther down the pier, I could hear the sound of bottles breaking, but I knew that wasnt Samuel.
The piers were lawless after dark, filled with lost soulssyphilitic soldiers, pickpockets, and gamblers desperate to make money by any means necessarypeople who couldnt even scrape together the few coins required to live in a lodging house. I cocked my head, trying to catch the scent of blood or the sounds of terrified, uneven breathing when I sensed someone close by. I turned. It was a toothless drunk, his. A knife shone in his hand. New boy, he leered, pulling back the knife as though ready to plunge it into my abdomen.
I lunged toward him, pushing him onto his back. His knife clattered on the dock next to him. I set my boot down on his chest and leaned in close. Dont, I hissed, as I felt my fangs growing from behind my gums. This was blood for the taking. I could drink, and be ready to face Samuel as a true vampire. I was about to take a delicious, forbidden sip when I heard a sound.
I whirled around. But it wasnt the girl, or Samuel. It was only two more drunks, leaning against each other for support.
I roughly kicked the man. Get up and run away, I snarled. He sprang to his feet and raced down the pier. I shoved the knife in my boot and angrily kicked a spray of rocks into the Thames.
They landed with uneven splashes. And then I heard it: One whimper, then another, from a warehouse several hundred yards away from where I stood. I rushed toward the building and found Samuel crouched against the wall, half obscured behind several discarded canvas ship sails. I pressed my back against the weathered wooden slats of the warehouse, priming my Power and readying myself to. It was Samuel. His mouth hung open in an expression of agony. His victim, meanwhile, was propped on her elbows, gazing intently into his face.
Her lips were moving, but no sound was coming out of them. The girl was no older than eighteen or nineteen, with wild brown hair matted around her head. Whatever incantation she was using had momentarily incapacitated her assaulter, but before I could react, Samuel regained the upper hand and lunged, his teeth bared and glittering in the moonlight, using his brute force to throw her against the brick wall of the warehouse.
Her head hit the wall with a sickening thud and she slumped to the ground in a heap. Smiling, he pulled a long silver dagger from a pocket in his waistcoat, and I realized that he wasnt going to drink her blood. He was going to mutilate her the same way hed defiled Jack the Rippers other victims. He was going to slice open her chest.
In that instant, I yanked the stake out of my boot and shoved it between his shoulder blades as hard as I could. Samuel fell forward onto the girl, then tumbled onto his side on the dock. Blood soaked through his coat. The girl sprang up and darted to the other side of the warehouse.
My hands trembled. Id staked Samuel. And if I staked him through the heart, it would all be over. But it wasnt that easy. I needed him alive until he could take me to Damon. He began to struggle to his feet, the wooden stake jutting unevenly from his back.
I lunged forward to restrain his hands, but he spun away from me before I could reach him. These attempts are getting tiresome, he hissed as he yanked the stake from his flesh and threw it to the dock. I dove for it just as a police whistle sounded. The subsequent clattering of footsteps caused us both to freeze.
Commotion at the warehouse! Samuel stole off into the shadows as three police officers rounded the corner. Instead of following him, I calmly walked out of the alley, humming the song Id heard the drunk singing outside the Lamb and Sickle as though I, too, was just a common vagrant. Whats the trouble? A taller policeman with a mustache appraised me suspiciously. I wondered where the girl had gone and whether she was in danger of Samuel doubling back for her.
There is no trouble, sir, I said, rising to my full height. Just having a bit of fun. I wavered from one foot to the. I clenched my jaw, talking through my teeth to conceal my fangs, which always emerged when I was antsy.
The policeman glanced around, and I was thankful there were no gas lamps on the pier and he couldnt see the bloodstains on my clothes. The sound of a bottle breaking farther down the pier startled the policeman. He turned his head sharply over his shoulder. From the shouts and glass shattering, it was clear a true brawl was brewing.
I aint got time to deal with you, he said. Now see you get into a lodging house. Make any more noise tonight, and youll be arrested. Are you clear? Yes sir. I nodded. The policeman hurried off to the scuffle while his short, red-faced partner struggled to keep up.
As their footsteps faded, I realized I could hear the faint ba-da-bump, ba-da-bump of the mysterious girls terrified heartbeat. The moon filtered through the mist, casting an eerie green glow on the slippery dock, now tinged red with Samuels blood. The ba-da-bump, ba-da-bump got louder and louder as I headed toward where Id last seen the girl. Dont get any closer! The voice sounded weak.
I remembered the terrible crack, loud as a thunderbolt, when her skull hit the brick wall. She was crouched behind. Are you all right? I asked, kneeling down so I was at eye level with her.
I dont know. The girl hesitantly pushed the crate away. Her eyes were catlike, the pupils more like keyholes than circles. I glanced away, nervous by how entranced I was by their unusual shape, only to see a slow but steady trickle of blood run from her temple and into her hair.
I think he meant to kill me, she said shakily. Youre all right now, I said in a soothing voice. Do you know why he was after you? The girl laughed, one short bark.
Well, it wasnt because he liked me, I can tell you that much. When a vampire sets after you, you dont ask why. I rocked back on my heels in surprise. You knew he was a vampire? And so are you, she said. But you saved me. Why wouldnt I? Do you know who that man was? The girl shrugged. I knew he wanted to kill me, so we never got around to making formal introductions. I was just minding my own business and then. She shuddered. Youre safe now. I only want to protect you. The girls eyes blazed into mine, her pupils widening and contracting.
And then, after a long moment, she nodded. Thank you for being honest, she said. Im Mary Jane. And I suppose you can tell that Im more than I seem. You saw one of my tricks. I only wish it had worked better, she said ruefully.
She clearly knew how to control her power. But was she a witch? Or some other creature of darkness Id never encountered? I leaned in, hoping to hear more about her trick. How had she pushed Samuel back? Instead, she took a deep breath and said, So, who are you, vampire? But before I could respond, she fainted, hitting the dock with a muffled thud.
As expected, everyone on the pier was too involved in their own miseries to notice me, or the girl breathing shallowly in my arms. When I finally managed to snake my way down to our makeshift camp, I was relieved to see Cora lying peacefully next to a small fire. Cora, I said.
She started awake, her eyes widening as she took in the figure in my arms. Is that Damon? Is he dead? Her voice was tinged with hysteria. No, its not Damon, I said hurriedly, trying to. Its a girl Samuel attacked. I got there before he could kill her. I slowly placed the girl on the ground. Instinctively, she curled her small body toward the fire. He was trying to kill her? Cora asked, wrinkling her nose.
But I dont understand. Hes already framed Damon. And he has all the blood he could want. I know, I said. Briefly, I tried to explain what Id seen. The odd words Mary Jane had been muttering to keep Samuel away. The way Samuel seemed intent on killing her with a knife, rather than his fangs. The fact shed known we were both vampires. The fact that shed known I hadnt been lying when Id said I wouldnt hurt her.
The fire had burned down to its last embers, casting a flickering orange glow on Coras face. I think you were right. We need to talk to Ephraim, she said in resignation.
I nodded in agreement, not able to tear my eyes off the sleeping girl. Was she a witch? An image of Margaret Sutherland swam into my mind. Margaret, sister of Bridget, the girl Id married in New York, was a witch. She had always known when someone was lying. In fact, that trait had once saved Damon and me: When Margaret came home to find her family brutally slaughtered, shed been the only person who believed we hadnt killed them.
For my sake, I hoped this girl had the same skill. What can I do to help? Cora asked, gently tucking a frayed flannel blanket around Mary Janes thin shoulders. I dont think anything right now, I said. Well see Ephraim at midnight tomorrow. Theres nothing we can do in the meantime. Cora nodded and settled back into her pile of blankets, turning to face the wall.
Im not sure how long I sat, silently keeping watch. Like Samuel would just burst in, I thought. If he wanted to, he could.
But he wouldnt. Here, in the dank tunnel, I felt safe. It was only out therewhere Damon was right nowthat was the problem. I contemplated building up the fire, but didnt. Eventually, the sound of the girls even inhalations and exhalations lulled me into a daze. But I was startled out of my stupor when I heard the rustlings of Mary Jane coming to. Where am I? The quaver in her voice hurt my heart. Youre safe, I said, trying to calm her.
You fainted. I brought you here to protect you from Samuel. I saved you, remember? The girl nodded, relaxing. Youre the vampire. And youre a witch. That I am, the girl said softly. Im Mary Jane Kelly. And you, vampire?
I paused. I was never sure whether to give. But it didnt matter. She knew I was a vampire. She knew when I was telling the truth. Im Stefan Salvatore. And this is Cora Burns. Shes human, I added, gesturing to Cora, who had awoken at the noise. Its nice to meet you, Cora said.
Stefan, can you start the fire? Of course, I said quickly, grabbing a match from the cold, wet earth and hoping it wasnt too damp to light.
A fire? Mary Jane asked. I can do that. She closed her eyes. Immediately, a fire crackled in the fire pit, casting ghostly shadows on the earthen walls. Coras eyes widened in surprise. Despite everything, a glimmer of a smile crossed Mary Janes face. It was clear she was pleased with her work. Can you tell me what you did to hold him back? I asked, once we were all situated around the fire. Its important that we know. Because Samuelthe vampire who tried to kill youhas captured my brother. Unfortunately, Im much better at starting fires than staving off vampires, Mary Jane said wryly.
And warding off vampires isnt exactly a skill Id like more practice in. But you did something. He was trying to pin you down, but it was like you were pushing him back with your eyes.
What was it? I asked urgently, thinking back. It was more than just pushing Samuel back. I glanced at her peculiar pupils again. What else could she do? To be honest, Im not sure what I did to him. I just focused all my energy into hurting him, and thats what happened, Mary Jane said. Thank goodness you found me. Id be dead otherwise. Why were you down at the docks, anyway? I was following Samuel, hoping he would lead me to where hes keeping my brother, Damon.
Then I realized hed captured you. Do you know why? I think he was trailing me. This time, he got me, Mary Jane said, knitting her eyebrows together. Ive seen him a few times around the East End, near the lodging house where I work as a maid. I only noticed him because hes not the usual type that we see in those parts. And then when everyone was talking about how the Ripper may have been a count or something. You cant be too careful these days. Did you know the girls who were killed? Mary Jane shook her head.
No, I didnt. I just keep my head down and do my work.
So why did Samuel attack you? Cora asked. How would I know? Mary Jane asked in exasperation. It wasnt on my mind to ask him why when he was grabbing me right off the street. Its fine, Mary Jane, I interjected. Just tell us what happened. Id gotten off work early and was about to meet my friends for a pint, she explained. But as I walked by an alleyway, he came out of nowhere and snatched me up. I tried screaming and kicking, but we were going too fast for anyone to notice.
At first, I thought I was being taken by Jack the Ripper. But he isnt, is he? Because why would a vampire kill like that? You just asked the million-pound question, Cora said, shrugging her shoulders. Before I could further explain, a rat came out of its hiding spot. I reached for a stone, ready to attack. But Mary Jane held up a hand.
Ive got it, she said, placing her fingers on the floor. Come here, love, she cooed at the animal. The rat halted and cocked its head at her. Right here, Mary Jane urged. Quickly, the rat ran into her palm and stood on its hind legs. She raised her eyebrows at us and smiled crookedly. See, theyre not so bad.
How did you learn to do that? I asked.
Mary Jane shrugged. I didnt learn. I was born like this, she explained. And your parents. Are dead, she said flatly. Im sorry, Cora and I said in unison.
A flicker of a smile crossed Mary Janes face. Or they might as well be. They might be alive somewhere, but I dont rightly know. I dont know anything about my parents.
I only know that Ive always had a sense about people, and animals, and can sometimes have them do what I want. Do you think you can help us? I asked eagerly. My stomach rumbled, and I had to turn away to avoid automatically reaching out and killing the rodent cupped in Mary Janes hands. I could try. Ive never really used my spells on vampires before, Mary Jane said uncertainly. Ive never used them for anything important. Just for little things. To make the rent collector go away, or to get a rat to do tricks like this.
But I dont know if Im strong enough to defeat a vampire. I have friends who could help, she finished, letting the rat free. It squeaked, then skittered away into the shadows. Only Im not sure theyll like you. We keep to ourselves, mainly. But Ill tell them you saved me. I cant say whether thatll sway them, seeing as you kill our kind, but I can take you to them. That would be very kind, I said. Are your friends like you? You mean, are they witches?
Mary Jane asked matterof-factly. Why, I suppose so.
Although I dont know what makes a witch a witch. But I do know we all have magical powers, Mary Jane said, giving me a lopsided smile. I smiled back encouragingly. How many?
Cora breathed. Not many. Theres just five of us. Me, Billy, Gus, and Vivian. And Jemima of course, but shes. Shes what? Shes the one who might not like you, Mary Jane said.
She doesnt trust others. But when I tell her that you saved my life, she might reconsider. But the rest of them? A fond smile crossed Mary Janes face. Theyre lovely. Theyre my family, really. I never had a proper one. When I was twelve, I thought Id be adopted. I used to dream about what itd be like to have a mother, a home, and a bed with a feather mattress.
Mary Jane shook her head and set her mouth in a firm line. That didnt come true. But I got something better. I got people whod never let me down. I had so many questions and scarcely knew where to begin.
A memory from years before flashed through my mind. Id been sitting on a rock in the middle of the forest on the edge of Mystic Falls, listening to Katherine explain how shed turned others into vampires like her. But witches were different. They didnt become witchesthey were born witches. The craft was in their blood. How did you find the others?
Cora asked softly. Her knees were pulled close to her chest, and she looked like a child being told a bedtime story. Well, once you know what youre looking for, you.
Jemima and I found each other first. We were in the same orphanage together, and as soon as she came in, I realized she was special. She could fix things. Her chores would magically get done while she was up in bed sleeping. Or shed accidentally spill ink on a book, and seconds later, it would look good as new.
I finally got the courage to ask her about it, and then we started working on spells together. Hope flickered in me.
It sounded like Mary Jane and Jemima were both very powerful. If so, then maybe we really did have a chance of defeating Samuel. Although he was strong, magic overrode all other Powers.
We had to do anything we could to get Jemima to agree to help us. What about the others? Mary Jane wrinkled her forehead. Well, I saw Vivian making a concoction with some leftover whiskey at a tavern where she was a scullery maid.
Gus was a paperboy who Jemima saw talking to sparrows in his spare time. And we found Billy putting a spell on a roll he was eating outside a bakery. Before he took the last bite, he conjured up four more fresh ones. Mary Jane smiled. It will be a pleasure to meet them, I said. A witch, a human, and a vampire, teaming up to fight evil.
It sounded like the premise of a penny-paper serial. But thanks to the monster who was plotting our deaths, this was our lives. The Vampire Diaries: Stefan's Diaries 6: The Compelled Uploaded by PitchDark. Control or be controlled. Stefan and Damon thought they knew evil.
But nothing compares to Samuel, the ruthless vampire hell-bent on avenging Katherine's death by destroying the Salvatore brothers. Reeling from Samuel's latest attack, Stefan and Damon find help in the most unlikely of places—a secret coven of witches. Together they discover Samuel's plan is more sinister than they ever could have imagined. Their only hope is to stop him before he secures the power to control humans and vampires alike.
If they fail, not only Stefan and Damon but all of London will fall victim to Samuel's spell. Based on the popular CW TV show inspired by the bestselling novels, Stefan's Diaries reveals the truth about what really happened between Stefan, Damon, and Katherine—and how the Vampire Diaries love triangle began.
Flag for inappropriate content. Related titles. Jump to Page. Search inside document. It was how Id felt when a bullet from my fathers gun had pierced my chest all those years ago in Mystic Falls: Stefans Diaries He could already be dead. Not only had she fought brutally against Damon and me moments earlier, but shed hurtand Stefans Diaries worse, fed onCora. The Compelled 11 Was that enough?