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figure something out, Elena,” Bonnie promised.
    Elena blinked back tears. Bonnie and Meredith had drawn closer to her, shutting everyone out for a moment, even though Stefan was still strong beside her. She could always rely on the three of them coming together when one of them was threatened. They’d been watching out for one another since the worst thing they had to worry about was elementary school bullies and mean teachers.
    Stefan pulled her closer against him. From their seats, Matt and Zander were watching her with almost identical expressions of sympathy and concern. Meredith was right: Elena wasn’t alone. She let out a breath, and her shoulders loosened, releasing some of the misery she’d been holding since James had told her the secret of her birth.
    “I’m glad Alaric’s coming. And it’s a good idea to ask him what he can find out. Maybe James can tell us more, too,” Elena said. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, thinking. “Actually, he’d better be able to tell us something. He’s known about this since before I was born. He’s had about twenty years to find out something useful.” Then she clapped her hands once, and tried to push all her fears aside. “For now, though, we need to focus on Ethan and the vampires.” Elena felt her old self coming back to the surface, forceful and energetic and ready to make plans.
    Stefan squeezed Elena’s knee as he climbed off the bed. “Tonight is our last chance to stop Ethan,” he said, standing in the middle of the room and looking at them all seriously. His face was shadowed and intense, his normally leaf-green eyes dark. “Tomorrow is the equinox, when the separation between the realms of the living and the dead is at its weakest. That’s when they’ll try and resurrect Klaus. Meredith, what’s our weapons situation?”
    Meredith rose, too, and opened her closet, pulling out her various bags of weapons: her special hunter’s stave with its spikes of materials from silver to ash to tiny hypodermic needles, made to affect all the different creatures a hunter might fight; an assortment of knives of various sizes, from a long silver dagger to a thin, practical boot knife, all razor-sharp; staffs and throwing stars and machetes and maces and a number of things Elena couldn’t even begin to guess at the names for.
    “Wow,” said Zander, who had rolled onto his stomach on Bonnie’s bed to watch her. He looked at Meredith with new respect and a bit of trepidation. “You’re like a one-woman army.”
    Meredith flushed slightly. “It might be overkill,” she said, “but I like to be prepared.” She pulled out a wooden trunk from her closet. “And I have this. Alaric helped me gather it all before school started.” She opened the box with a half-apologetic glance at Stefan, who flinched and stepped backward, away from the trunk. Elena craned to see. It looked like some kind of plant in there, filling the box to the brim.
    Oh. The box was crammed full of vervain. There was probably enough there to incapacitate a whole colony of vampires, if they could only figure out a way to rub it on them, or get them to eat it. At the very least, they’d all be able to protect themselves from being Influenced.
    “Good,” Stefan said briskly, recovering from his instinctive reaction to the vervain. “That should come in handy. Now, Matt, what can you tell us about the underground tunnels?”
    Elena felt a little pulse of pride run through her as Stefan turned to Matt, quickly getting him to sketch out on paper what he remembered and what he had heard about the Vitales’ safe house and network of tunnels. Stefan was nodding and asking questions, gently nudging Matt’s memory, encouraging him to share even the smallest detail. Matt’s eyes widened, his voice gaining strength as Stefan’s questions continued, as if Matt was beginning to piece together the bigger picture in a new way.
    Stefan had changed. When he had first come to Fell’s Church,