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

deposited her on the ground and she looked up to seehim , a name came into her
mind. Damon. His name was Damon. She stared at him sulkily, resentful of being
yanked away from her kill, but obedient.
Stefan was sitting up, his neck red with blood. It was running onto his shirt. Elena
licked her lips, feeling a throb like a hunger pang that seemed to come from every
fiber of her being. She was dizzy again.
"I thought," Damon said aloud, "that you said she was dead."
He was looking at Stefan, who was even paler than before, if that was possible.
That white face filled with infinite hopelessness.
"Look at her" was all he said.
A hand cupped Elena's chin, tilting her face up. She met Damon's narrowed dark
eyes directly. Then long, slender fingers touched her lips, probing between them.
Instinctively Elena tried to bite, but not very hard. Damon's finger found the sharp
curve of a canine tooth, and Elena did bite now, giving it a nip like a kitten's.
Damon's face was expressionless, his eyes hard.
"Do you know where you are?" he said.
Elena glanced around.Trees. "In the woods," she said craftily, looking back at
him.
"And who is that?"
She followed his pointing finger. "Stefan," she said indifferently."Your brother."
"And who am I? Do you know who I am?" She smiled up at him, showing him
her pointed teeth. "Of course I do. You're Damon, and I love you."

Two
Stefan's voice was quietly savage. "That's what you wanted, wasn't it, Damon?
And now you've got it. You had to make her like us, like you. It wasn't enough just
to kill her."
Damon didn't glance back at him. He was looking at Elena intently through those
hooded eyes, still kneeling there holding her chin. "That's the third time you've said
that, and I'm getting a little tired of it," he commented softly. Disheveled, still slightly
out of breath, he was yet self-composed, in control. "Elena, did I kill you?"
"Of course not," Elena said, winding her fingers in those of his free hand. She
was getting impatient. What were they talking about anyway? Nobody had been
killed.
"I never thought you were a liar," Stefan said to Damon, the bitterness in his voice
unchanged."Just about everything else, but not that. I've never heard you try to cover
up for yourself before."
"In another minute," said Damon, "I'm going to lose my temper."
What more can you possibly do to me? Stefan returned.Killing me would be a
mercy .
"I ran out of mercy for you a century ago," Damon said aloud. He let go, finally,
of Elena's chin. "What do you remember about today?" he asked her.
Elena spoke tiredly, like a child reciting a hated lesson. "Today was the Founders'
Day celebration." Flexing her fingers in his, she looked up at Damon. That was as far
as she could get on her own, but it wasn't enough. Nettled, she tried to remember
something else.
"There was someone in the cafeteriaтАж Caroline." She offered the name to him,
pleased. "She was going to read my diary in front of everyone, and that was bad
becauseтАж" Elena fumbled with the memory and lost it. "I don't remember why. But
we tricked her." She smiled at him warmly, conspiratorially.