"L. J. Smith - Vampire Diaries 04 - Dark Reunion" - читать интересную книгу автора (Smith Lisa J)

She was sitting on lush, manicured grass that spread as far as she could see in all
directions. The sky was a flawlessblue, the air was warm and scented. Birds were
singing.
"I'm so glad you could come," Elena said.
"OhтАФyes," said Bonnie. "Well, naturally, so am I.Of course." She looked around
again, then hastily back at Elena.
"More tea?"
There was a teacup inBonnie's hand, thin and fragile as eggshell. "OhтАФsure.
Thanks."
Elena was wearing an eighteenth-century dress of gauzy white muslin, which clung
to her, showing how slender she was. She poured the tea precisely, without spilling a
drop.
"Would you like a mouse?"
"A what?"
"I said,would you like a sandwich with your tea?"
"Oh.A sandwich. Yeah. Great." It was thinly sliced cucumber with mayonnaise on
a dainty square of white bread.Without the crust.
The whole scene was as sparkly and beautiful as a picture bySeurat . Warm
Springs, that's where weare . The old picnic place, Bonnie thought. But surely we've
got more important things to discuss than tea.
"Who does your hair these days?" she asked. Elena never had been able to do it
herself.
"Do you like it?" Elena put a hand up to the silky, pale gold mass piled at the back
of her neck.
"It's perfect," said Bonnie, sounding forall the world like her mother at a
Daughters of the American Revolution dinner party.
"Well, hair is important, you know," Elena said. Her eyesglowed a deeper blue
than the sky, lapis lazuli blue. Bonnie touched her own springy red curls
self-consciously.
"Of course, blood is important too," Elena said.
"Blood?OhтАФyes, of course," said Bonnie, flustered. She had no idea what Elena
was talking about, and she felt as if she were walking on a tightrope over alligators.
"Yes, blood's important, all right," she agreed weakly.
"Another sandwich?"
"Thanks." It was cheese and tomato. Elena selected one forherself and bit into it
delicately. Bonnie watched her, feeling uneasiness grow by the minute inside her, and
thenтАФ
And then she saw the mud oozing out of the edges of the sandwich.
"WhatтАФwhat's that?" Terror made her voice shrill. For the first time, the dream
seemed like a dream, and she found that she couldn't move, could only gasp and
stare. A thick glob of the brown stuff fell off Elena's sandwich onto the checkered
tablecloth. It was mud, all right. "ElenaтАж Elena, whatтАФ"
"Oh, we all eat this down here." Elena smiled at her with brown-stained teeth.
Except that the voice wasn't Elena's; it was ugly and distorted and it was a man's
voice. "You will too."
The air was no longer warm and scented; it was hot and sickly sweet with the
odor of rotting garbage. There were black pits in the green grass, which wasn't
manicured after all but wild and overgrown. This wasn't Warm Springs. She was in
the old graveyard; how could she not have realized that? Only these graves were
fresh.