'Stefan’s Diaries: Origins Chapter 30\r'

'Though Damon cherished to die alone, I had unfinished business to look to. I made my way from the quarry and began to passing play back to the estate. The woods smelled like smoke, and the leaves were starting to turn. They crunched beneath the worn boots I had on my feet, and I remembered exclusively the times Damon and I had played hide-and-seek as children. I wondered if he had any regrets, or if he felt as empty as I did. I wondered if wed see each other in Heaven, being as we were. I walked toward the household. The carriage house was charred and burned, its beams exposed like a skeleton. Several of the statues rough the labyrinth were broken, and torches and debris littered the once-lush lawn. But the porch lively at the main house was on, and a mild stood at attention beneath the portico.\r\nI walked near the back and heard voices coming from the porch. Immediately, I genus Columba under the hedges. Hidden by the leaves, I crawled on my hands and knees against the wall until I came to the bay windowpane that looked into the porch. Peering in, I made out the shadow of my father. A single candle cast weak beams of fairylike around the room, and I noticed that Alfred wasnt in his radiation pattern spot sitting at the room access, ready to promptly greet guests. I wondered if any of the servants had been killed.\r\nâ€Å"More brandy, Jonathan? even with vervain. Not that we need to worry any much,” Father said, his speech communication floating out the door.\r\nâ€Å"thank you, Giuseppe. And thank you for having me here. I realize you have much on your mind,” answered Jonathan somberly, as he accepted the tumbler. I saying the fretfulness etched on Jonathans face, and my heart went out to him for the frightful truth hed had to learn about Pearl.\r\nâ€Å"Y Thank you,” Father said, waving off the\r\nes. thought. â€Å"But its crucial that we end this sad chapter of our towns hi report. It is the one thing I want to d o for my sons. After all, I do not want the Salvatore legacy to be that of daemon sympathizers.” Father cleared his throat. â€Å"So the battle of forgetow tree Creek happened when a group of Union insurgents attach an attack on the Confederate camp,” he began in his sonorous baritone voice, as if telling a story.\r\nâ€Å"And Stefan and Damon hid out in the woods to see if they could discover any rogue soldiers, and at that point …,” Jonathan continued.\r\n â€Å"At that point they were tragically killed, just like the 23 other civilians who died for their country and their beliefs. It was a Confederate victory, plainly it came at the cost of innocent lives,” Father said, top his voice as if to make himself believe the story he was weaving.\r\nâ€Å"Y And Ill speak with the Hagertys about\r\nes. creating a monu workforcet. Something to ac endureledge this terrible period in our towns history,” Jonathan murmured.\r\nI raised myself up on my knees, peeking by a spot at the corner of the window. I saw Father nodding in satisfaction, and cold seeped through my veins. So this was the legacy of my deathâ€that I was killed by a band of degenerate soldiers. Now I knew I needed to speak to Father more than ever. He needed to hear the whole truth, to know that Damon and I werent sympathizers, to know that the problem could have been aged without so much bloodshed and violence.\r\nâ€Å"But Giuseppe … ?” Jonathan asked, victorious a long drink from his tumbler.\r\nâ€Å"Y Jonathan?”\r\nes,\r\nâ€Å"It is a triumphant here and now in our towns history. The vampires are destroyed, and their bodies will turn to dust. We rid the town of the scourge, and thanks to the fervent of the church, it will never come back. There were substantial choices and heroism, but we won. That is your legacy,” Jonathan said as he slammed his al-Quran closed with a definitive thump.\r\nFather nodded and dead(p) his own tumbler, then stood up. â€Å"Thank you,” he said, prop out his hand. I watched as the two men shook hands, then watched as Jonathan disappeared into the shadows of the house. A moment later, I heard his carriage being hitched and the horses horseback riding away. I crawled to the edge of the hedgerow. I stood up, my knees creaking, and walked through the door and into the house that was once mine.\r\n'