Meredith gripped her knife tighter, keeping it concealed inside her bag. There were too many people around for him to attack without endangering innocent bystanders. "It didn't seem that way in the woods," she reminded him. "Don't pretend you're not working for Klaus."
Cristian shrugged. "I fought you," he said, "but I wasn't trying to hurt you." Meredith flashed back to facing off against Cristian in the battle with Klaus's vampires. They'd been so evenly matched that it had been clear they'd trained with the same parents: each blow he'd thrown she'd blocked automatically; each time she'd struck at him, he'd seemed to anticipate it. "Think about it," Cristian said. "Klaus turned me just a couple of weeks ago, but I remember everything from before. We used to spar all the time, but I'm a vampire and a hunter now. I should be much stronger and faster than you. If I'd wanted to kill you, I would have."
It was true. Meredith hesitated, and Cristian moved to the side of the path, sitting down on the bench again. After a moment, Meredith joined him. She didn't let go of the knife, but she couldn't help her curiosity about Cristian - her brother, her twin. He was taller than she was, and broader, but his hair was exactly the same shade of brown. He had her mother's mouth, with a subtle dimple on its left, and his nose was shaped like her father's.
When she met Cristian's eyes at last, his gaze was sad. "You really don't remember me, do you?" he asked.
"No," Meredith said. "What do you remember?" she asked.
In the reality she knew, Klaus had stolen Cristian away when he was a baby, raised him as his own. But in the Guardian-altered world, her twin brother would have grown up with her until he was sent away to boarding school for high school. Most of the supernatural-touched people in this world - Tyler, for instance - had a dual set of memories, two different sequences of events overlaying each other. Now that Klaus had made Cristian a vampire once more, would he remember both childhoods?
But Cristian was shaking his head. "I remember growing up with you, Meredith," he said. "You're my twin. We - " He laughed a sad little disbelieving laugh, just a puff of breath, really, and shook his head. "Remember how Dad made us learn Morse code? Just in case, he said? And we used to tap out messages on the wall between our bedrooms when we were supposed to be sleeping?" He looked at her hopefully, but Meredith shook her head.
"Dad made me learn Morse code," she said, "but I didn't have anyone to tap messages to."
"Klaus told me that in your reality, he took me away from home and made me a vampire when we were really little. But it's still weird for me that you don't remember me at all. We are - we were close," Cristian told her. "We used to, um, go to the beach every summer when I was home from school. Up until last summer, when I enlisted. We used to find little creatures and keep them in the tide pools, like our own tiny aquariums." His gray eyes, rimmed with heavy black lashes, were wide and sad. They were similar to Meredith's own eyes, perhaps a shade lighter, but right now they reminded her more forcibly of her mother's. With a jolt, she realized that the army must have told her parents Cristian was missing by now.
"I'm sorry," she told him, and she did feel sorry. "I don't remember ever going to the beach as a kid. I think my parents - our parents - lost their taste for family vacations after you were gone."
Cristian sighed and put his head in his hands. "I wish you had gotten a chance to meet me when I was human," he said. "One minute I'm lying in the barracks surrounded by a bunch of other guys, wondering what ever possessed me to enlist right out of high school anyway, and the next this vampire takes me and tells me all this crazy stuff about how I've always been his, how he's putting things right." He gave another sad huff of laughter. "All my training, and the first vampire I meet takes me out immediately. Dad's going to be so mad."
"It's not your fault," Meredith told him, and winced as she realized that, yeah, their dad would be kind of mad. More sad, of course, and sickened, but he would definitely feel that Cristian should have put up a better fight.
Cristian cocked a cynical eyebrow at her and they both laughed. It was weird, Meredith realized: for a moment there, sharing the feeling of exactly what it meant to be 'Nando Sulez's child, she really had felt like Cristian was her brother.
"I wish I had come to meet you when you were still human," she told him. "I just thought there would be more time."
Would she have been a different person if she'd grown up with a brother? she wondered. Klaus's attacks on her family had changed her parents: the ones in this reality, who hadn't lost a child, were less guarded, more open with their affections. If she had grown up with those parents and with Cristian next to her, someone to compete with, someone to help bear the weight of her parents' expectations, someone who knew all the secrets of their family, what would she be like? She'd felt less alone in the brief time she'd known Samantha: another hunter like her, her age. A brother would have changed everything, Meredith thought wistfully.
"I'm not interested in Klaus's endgame," Cristian told her. "I'm a vampire now, and that's tough for me to deal with. It's hard to fight the way I feel when I'm near Klaus. But I'm still your brother. I'm still a Sulez. I don't want to lose that. Maybe we could spend some time together? You could get to know me now." He looked at her sadly.
Meredith swallowed. "Okay," she said, and let her fingers loosen on the hilt of her knife. "Let's try it."
Dear Diary,
I have to prepare. If the Guardians won't change my task, my Powers will be concentrated on finding and destroying Damon, not Klaus. I need to be able to defeat Klaus on my own, by discovering my Power for myself.