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

Damon's lips were curved mockingly. "And you gave up on her? You, of all
people, should have suspected what might happen. Or was the idea so repugnant to
you that you couldn't even consider it? Would you rather shewere really dead?"
"She had no pulse, no respiration!" Stefan flared. "And she'd never had enough
blood to change her!" His eyes hardened."Not from me anyway."
Elena opened her mouth again, but Damon laid two fingers on it to keep her quiet.
He said smoothly, "And that's the problem nowтАФor are you too blind to see that,
too? You told me to look at her; look at her yourself. She's in shock, irrational. Oh,
yes, even I admit that." He paused for a blinding smile before going on. "It's more
than just the normal confusion after changing. She'll need blood, human blood, or
her body won't have the strength to finish the change. She'll die."
What do you mean irrational? Elena thought indignantly. "I'm fine," she said
around Damon's fingers. "I'm tired, that's all. I was going to sleep when I heard you
two fighting, and I came to help you. And then you wouldn't even let me kill him,"
she finished, disgusted.
"Yes, why didn't you?" said Stefan. He was staring at Damon as if he could bore
holes through him with his eyes. Any trace of cooperation on his part was gone. "It
would have been the easiest thing to do."
Damon stared back at him, suddenly furious, his own animosity flooding up to
meet Stefan's. He was breathing quickly and lightly. "Maybe I don't like things easy,"
he hissed. Then he seemed to regain control of himself once more. His lips curled in
mockery, and he added, "Put it this way, dear brother: if anyone's going to have the
satisfaction of killing you, it will be me.No one else. I plan to take care of the job
personally. And it's something I'm very good at; I promise you."
"You've shown us that," Stefan said quietly, as if each word sickened him.
"But this one," Damon said, turning to Elena with glittering eyes, "Ididn't kill.
Why should I? I could have changed her any time I liked."
"Maybe because she had just gotten engaged to marry someone else."
Damon lifted Elena's hand, still twined with his. On the third finger a gold ring
glittered, set with one deep blue stone. Elena frowned at it, vaguely remembering
having seen it before. Then she shrugged and leaned against Damon wearily.
"Well, now," Damon said, looking down at her, "that doesn't seem to be much of
a problem, does it? I think she may have been glad to forget you." He looked up at
Stefan with an unpleasant smile. "But we'll find out once she's herself again. We can
ask her then which of us she chooses. Agreed?"
Stefan shook his head. "How can you even suggest that? After what happenedтАж"
His voice trailed off.
"With Katherine?I can say it, if you can't. Katherine made a foolish choice, and
she paid the price for it. Elena is different; she knows her own mind. But it doesn't
matter if you agree," he added, overriding Stefan's new protests. "The fact is that
she's weak now, and she needs blood. I'm going to see that she gets it, and then I'm
going to find who did this to her. You can come or not. Suit yourself."
He stood, drawing Elena up with him. Let's go.
Elena came willingly, pleased to be moving. The woods were interesting at night;
she'd never noticed that before. Owls were sending their mournful, haunting cries
through the trees, and deer mice scuttled away from her gliding feet. The air was
colder in patches, as it froze first in the hollows and dips of the wood. She found it
was easy to move silently beside Damon through the leaf litter; it was just a matter of
being careful where she stepped. She didn't look back to see if Stefan was following
them.