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

hand. He was looking at her with his endlessly black eyes, his brows drawn together
in a frown.
Don't worry, she thought. I can take care of this one. He's stupid. Then she flung
herself on the green-eyed one again.
"Elena!" he cried as she knocked him backward. His good hand pushed at her
shoulder, holding her up. "Elena, it's me, Stefan! Elena, look at me!"
She was looking. All she could see was the exposed patch of skin at his neck.
She hissed again, upper lip drawing back, showing him her teeth.
He froze.
She felt the shock reverberate through his body, saw his gaze shatter. His face
went as white as if someone had struck him a blow in the stomach. He shook his
head slightly on the muddy ground.
"No," he whispered. "Oh, noтАж"
He seemed to be saying it to himself, as if he didn't expect her to hear him. He
reached a hand toward her cheek, and she snapped at it.
"Oh, ElenaтАж" he whispered.
The last traces of fury, of animal bloodlust, had disappeared from his face. His
eyes were dazed and stricken and grieving.
And vulnerable.Elena took advantage of the moment to dive for the bare skin at
his neck. His arm came up to fend her off, to push her away, but then it dropped
again.
He stared at her a moment, the pain in his eyes reaching a peak, and then he
simply gave up. He stopped fighting completely.
She could feel it happen, feel the resistance leave his body. He lay on the icy
ground with scraps of oak leaves in his hair, staring up past her at the black and
clouded sky.
Finish it, his weary voice said in her mind.
Elena hesitated for an instant. There was something about those eyes that called
up memories inside her. Standing in the moonlight, sitting in an attic roomтАж But the
memories were too vague. She couldn't get a grasp on them, and the effort made her
dizzy and sick.
And this one had to die, this green-eyed one called Stefan. Because he'd hurthim ,
the other one, the one Elena had been born to be with. No one could hurthim and
live.
She clamped her teeth into his throat and bit deep.
She realized at once that she wasn't doing it quite right. She hadn't hit an artery or
vein. She worried at the throat, angry at her own inexperience. It felt good to bite
something, but not much blood was coming. Frustrated, she lifted up and bit again,
feeling his body jerk in pain.
Much better.She'd found a vein this time, but she hadn't torn it deeply enough. A
little scratch like that wouldn't do. What she needed was to rip it right across, to let
the rich hot blood stream out.
Her victim shuddered as she worked to do this, teeth raking and gnawing. She
was just feeling the flesh give way when hands pulled at her, lifting her from behind.
Elena snarled without letting go of the throat. The hands were insistent though. An
arm looped about her waist, fingers twined in her hair. She fought, clinging with teeth
and nails to her prey.
Let go of him. Leave him!
The voice was sharp and commanding, like a blast from a cold wind. Elena
recognized it and stopped struggling with the hands that pulled her away. As they