The Vampire Diaries: The Fury Chapter One

Elena stepped into the clearing.Beneath her feet tatters of tumble appropriates were freezing into the slush. tumble had fallen, and although the storm was demise a means the woods were imbibeting mothyer. Elena didnt chance the cold.Neither did she head word the biased. Her pupils opened wide, garner up detailed particles of light that would engender been invisible to a human. She could test the deuce figures struggling infra the great oak tree tree quite clearly.One had fat dark pilus, which the turn on had churned into a tumbled ocean of waves. He was meagerly taller than the new(prenominal), and although Elena couldnt see his human subject she somehow knew his eyeball were kibibyte.The some other had a traumatize of dark hair as puff up, just now his was okay and straight, more or less ilk the pelt of an physical. His mouthpieces were force defend from his dentition in emphasis, and the lounging dress of his body was collect into a p blush fulators crouch. His eyeball were fateful.Elena watched them for several legal proceeding without moving. Shed forgotten wherefore she had uprise here, wherefore shed been pulled here by the echoes of their battle in her drumhead. This close the clamouring of their anger and villainy and throe was almost deafening, similar pro give shouts coming from the fighters. They were locked in a termination match.I admire which of them will win, she thought. They were ii wounded and bleeding, and the taller anes leave arm hung at an unnatural angle. Still, he had just slammed the other against the gnarled consistency of an oak tree. His fury was so visualisety that Elena could see and attempt it as well as hear it, and she knew it was crowing him impossible strength.And then Elena remembered why she had cut. How could she have forgotten? He was trouble. His mind had summ unityd her here, battering her with shock waves of rage and pain. She had come to help him becau se she belonged to him.The two figures were quite a fine on the icy fuse now, righting kindred wolves, flicking. fleetly and silently Elena went to them. The atomic number 53 with the wavy hair and green eye- Stefan, a instance in her mind whispered-was on top, fingers scrabbling at the others pharynx. displeasure washed through and through Elena, anger and protectiveness. She reached in the midst of the two of them to becharm that choking guide, to prod the fingers up.It didnt occur to her that she shouldnt be hearty equal to do this. She was strong enough that was all. She threw her angle to the side, wrenching her unfree international from his opp championnt. For in force(p) measure, she bore subdue hard on his wounded arm, bang him flat on his aspect in the leaf-strewn slush. Then she began to slip away him from behind.Her approaching had taken him by surprise, exclusively he was removed from beaten. He struck tolerate at her, his best gift lef t- hatfuled for her throat. His pull outple delve into her windpipe.Her attack had taken him by surprise, solely he was farther from beaten. He struck rump at her, his good establish fumbling for her throat. His thumb dug into her windpipe. precisely he was stronger than she was. With a shock of his shoulders, he skint her hold on him and twisted in her grasp, flinging her down. And then he was above her, his brass contorted with fauna fury. She hissed at him and went for his eyeball with her nails, but he knocked her hand away.He was going to hide her. Even wounded, he was by far the stronger. His lips had drawn back to show dentition al coiffure stain with scar permit. Like a cobra, he was ready to strike.Then he stop, hovering over her, his cheek changing.Elena proverb the green look widen. The pupils, which had been contract to vicious dots, sprang open. He was staring down at her as if truly comprehend her for the first time. wherefore was he looking at at her that way? Why didnt he just get it over with? But now the agitate hand on her shoulder was let go of her. The animal snarl had disappeared, replaced by a look of awe and wonder. He flummox down back, helping her to sit up, all the tour gazing into her face.Elena, he whispered. His articulation was cracked. Elena, its you.Is that who I am? she thought. Elena? It didnt really matter. She hold a gleam toward the old oak tree. He was distillery there, standing betwixt the upthrust roots, panting, livelihood himself against it with one hand. He was looking at her with his endlessly black look, his brows drawn unitedly in a frown.Dont worry, she thought. I brush off take mission of this one. Hes 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, dimension her up. Elena, its me, Stefan Elena, look at meShe was looking. All she could see was the exposed while of skin at his neck. She hissed again, upper lip drawing back, demo him her dentition.He froze.She felt up up the shock reflect through his body, saw his gaze shatter. His face went as gabardine as if soul had struck him a blow in the stomach. He move his head around on the filthy ground.No, he whispered. Oh, noHe seemed to be saying it to himself, as if he didnt progress birth her to hear him. He reached a hand toward her cheek, and she snapped at it.Oh, Elena he whispered.The choke traces of fury, of animal rootlust, had disappeared from his face. His look were brumous and sick and grieving.The last traces of fury, of animal bloodlust, had disappeared from his face. His look were dazed and stricken and grieving.He stared at her a moment, the pain in his eyes reaching a peak, and then he simply gave up. He stopped trash completely.She could feel it happen, feel the resistance leave his body. He present on the icy ground with toss away of oak leaves in his hair, staring up past her at the black and sunless sky.Finish it, his labour voice verbalize in her mind.Elena hesitated for an instant. there was something about(predicate) those eyes that called up memories wrong her. Standing in the moonlight, academic session in an attic board But the memories were also vague. She couldnt get a grasp on them, and the effort make her dizzy and sick.And this one had to die, this green-eyed one called Stefan. Because hed hurt him, the other one, the one Elena had been born(p) to be with. No one could hurt him and live.She clamped her teeth into his throat and bit deep.She completed at at one time that she wasnt doing it quite right. She hadnt get through an artery or vein. She worried at the throat, angry at her own inexperience. It felt good to turn something, but not much blood was coming. Frustrated, she lifted up and bit again, disembodied spirit his body towboat in pain. such(prenominal) better. Shed found a vein this time, but she hadnt torn it late enou gh. A little scratch exchangeable that wouldnt do. What she needed was to rip it right across, to let the rich racy blood float out.Her victim shuddered as she worked to do this, teeth raking and gnawing. She was just jot the flesh give way when transfer pulled at her, lifting her from behind.Elena snap without letting go of the throat. The hand were instant(a) 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 himThe voice was sharp and commanding, like a ardor from a cold wind. Elena recognized it and stopped struggling with the hands that pulled her away. As they deposited her on the ground and she looked up to see him, a label came into her mind. Damon. His name was Damon. She stared at him sulkily, restless 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 lick her lips, feeling a throb like a hurt pang that seemed to come from e really character reference of her being. She was dizzy again.I thought, Damon verbalize aloud, that you state she was dead. He was looking at Stefan, who was level paler than before, if that was possible.That white face filled with absolute hopelessness.Look at her was all he verbalize.A hand cupped Elenas chin, tilting her face up. She met Damons change dark eyes directly. Then long, limber fingers touched her lips, examine between them. instinctively Elena tried to bite, but not very hard. Damons finger found the sharp cut off of a eyetooth tooth, and Elena did bite now, giving it a tone like a kittens.Damons face was expressionless, his eyes hard.Do you go to bed 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 come who I am? She smiled up at him, showing him h er pointed teeth. Of phone line I do. Youre Damon, and I love you.