"L. J. Smith - Vampire Diaries 03 - The Fury" - читать интересную книгу автора (Smith Lisa J)

somehow knew his eyes were green.
The other had a shock of dark hair as well, but his was fine and straight, almost
like the pelt of an animal. His lips were drawn back from his teeth in fury, and the
lounging grace of his body was gathered into a predator's crouch. His eyes were
black.
Elena watched them for several minutes without moving. She'd forgotten why she
had come here, why she'd been pulled here by the echoes of their battle in her mind.
This close the clamor of their anger and hatred and pain was almost deafening, like
silent shouts coming from the fighters. They were locked in a death match.
 I wonder which of them will win, she thought. They were both wounded and
bleeding, and the taller one's left arm hung at an unnatural angle. Still, he had just
slammed the other against the gnarled trunk of an oak tree. His fury was so strong
that Elena could feel and taste it as well as hear it, and she knew it was giving him
impossible strength.
And then Elena remembered why she had come. How could she have forgotten?
He was hurt.His mind had summoned her here, battering her with shock waves of
rage and pain. She had come to help him because she belonged to him.
The two figures were down on the icy ground now, righting like wolves, snarling.
Swiftly and silently Elena went to them. The one with the wavy hair and green
eyesтАФStefan, a voice in her mind whisperedтАФwas on top, fingers scrabbling at the
other's throat. Anger washed through Elena, anger and protectiveness. She reached
between the two of them to grab that choking hand, to pry the fingers up.
It didn't occur to her that she shouldn't be strong enough to do this. Shewas
strong enough; that was all. She threw her weight to the side, wrenching her captive
away from his opponent. For good measure, she bore down hard on his wounded
arm, knocking him flat on his face in the leaf-strewn slush. Then she began to choke
him from behind.
Her attack had taken him by surprise, but he was far from beaten. He struck back
at her, his good hand fumbling for her throat. His thumb dug into her windpipe.
Elena found herself lunging at the hand, going for it with her teeth. Her mind could
not understand it, but her body knew what to do. Her teeth were a weapon, and they
slashed into flesh, drawing blood.
But he was stronger than she was. With a jerk of his shoulders, he broke her hold
on him and twisted in her grasp, flinging her down. And then he was above her, his
face contorted with animal fury. She hissed at him and went for his eyes with her
nails, but he knocked her hand away.
He was going to kill her. Even wounded, he was by far the stronger. His lips had
drawn back to show teeth already stained with scarlet. Like a cobra, he was ready to
strike.
Then he stopped, hovering over her, his face changing.
Elena saw the green eyes widen. The pupils,which had been contracted to vicious
dots, sprang open. He was staring down at her as if truly seeing her for the first time.
Why was he looking at her that way? Why didn't he just get it over with? But now
the iron hand on her shoulder was releasing her. The animal snarl had disappeared,
replaced by a look of bewilderment and wonder. He sat back, helping her to sit up,
all the while gazing into her face.
"Elena," he whispered. His voice was cracked. "Elena, it's you."
Is thatwho I am?she thought. Elena?
It didn't really matter. She cast a glance toward the old oak tree. He was still there,
standing between theupthrust roots, panting, supporting himself against it with one