The Vampire Diaries: Bound By Blood (Kindle Worlds Novella) by J.R. Rain Read Free Book Online

something that freaked him out. I had said, what else was new? Although, admittedly, I had been damn interested. My little brother then went on to describe something freaky indeed. A windstorm in the restaurant itself.
    “A windstorm?” I asked, and even as I raised my eyebrow incredulously, I felt my heart pick up a beat or two. One of the Four Elements, of course, was wind. I continued drinking my drink as casually as I could.
    “It was … crazy.”
    I said, “Someone left a door open—”
    “The doors were closed, Damon.”
    “So, what are you saying … the wind just appeared?”
    “Something like that.”
    “You sound insane.”
    “Says the 150-year-old vampire,” said Stefan.
    “So, what caused it then?”
    Stefan opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again and gave me a half grin. “I don’t know.”
    “You’re holding out on me, brother.”
    He shrugged and headed up to his room, moving quickly along the wide stairway of the old boardinghouse where we currently resided. “I don’t know anything,” he said and smiled and disappeared from me.
    I finished my drink.
    He might not know anything—or, more likely, he didn’t want to tell me what he knew. But someone, someone at the Mystic Grill had piqued his curiosity.
    I think it’s time to get some answers—and to put aside this damn diary. Now, where the hell are my car keys?
    D. Salvatore

CHAPTER NINE
     
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    I was in my apartment, pacing.
    Tom had gone home, probably to drink the night away. Truth was, I felt like drinking more, too. Except getting drunk wasn’t going to make this problem go away.
    Did I want it to go away?
    “Yes,” I said to no one. “I do.”
    Then again, I thought, as I turned again in front of my worn couch, it was kind of fun to see Tom’s surprise.
    I quickly dropped that line of thinking. Fun or not, something very weird was happening. Yes, I lived in Mystic Falls where the weird had become commonplace, but I had always seemed to exist outside of that. On the fringe of weird, not immersed in it. My life had always been decidedly not weird , and I liked that. I preferred that.
    I raised my upturned palm and a blast of wind erupted through my simple dwelling.
    “Welcome to Weirdsville,” I said.
    I let in some air—air from my lungs that is, and paused in my kitchen. “Why wind?” I ask. “I mean, what was the deal with that?”
    For an answer, I did the only thing I could think of.
    I fired up my laptop.

     
    I poked around on the Internet for a bit and only stumbled across various witchcraft and psychic experience sites of those who claimed to control the wind. I read through the experiences, but none sounded like my own.
    Still, an article on one site caught my attention: The Elementals: Earth, Wind, Fire and Water.
    According to the article, Elementals were four nature spirits that embodied the elements of antiquity. The embodiments of these elements took on the characteristics of the elements. In fact, Shakespeare’s The Tempest was about a wind Elemental who aids the main character. According to legends, Elementals, under the guidance of archangels, were responsible for creating, renewing, and sustaining life.
    I did more research and found a blog of interest. According to this writer, who claimed he was quite sensitive to the spirit world and was writing from firsthand experience, Elementals came in all shapes and sizes. Often they were as elusive as spirits, existing just beyond our earthly sensitivities, but sometimes, not so much. Sometimes Elementals could manifest through humans.
    I rubbed my eyes and got up. Yes, I wanted to brush off my growing feeling of agreement with the article. I wanted to and yet… .
    A small wind blasted through my small apartment, knocking over a lava lamp and nearly breaking it in the process.
    Except I could do that.
    I picked up the lamp and kept pacing. There was nothing else on the Internet that was of any help. I truly didn’t know what to do …