The Vampire Diaries: The Fury Chapter One

Elena stepped into the clearing. to a lower place her feet tatters of autumn leaves were freezing into the slush. Dusk had f whollyen, and although the storm was dying a modality the timber were getting colder. Elena didnt feel the cold.Neither did she mind the dark. Her pupils opened wide, gathering up tiny particles of light that would have been invisible to a human. She could see the cardinal figures struggling beneath the great oak tree quite clearly. 1 had thick dark hair, which the wind had churned into a tumbled sea of waves. He was meagrely taller than the other, and although Elena couldnt see his organisation she somehow knew his eye were green.The other had a honk of dark hair as well, exactly his was fine and straight, almost care the pelt of an animate being. His lips were drawn back from his teething in fury, and the lounging grace of his trunk was gathered into a predators crouch. His eye were black.Elena watched them for several minutes without moving. She d forgotten wherefore she had come here, why shed been pulled here by the echoes of their battle in her mind. This compressed the clamor of their ira and hatred and hurt was almost deafening, corresponding silent shouts coming from the fighters. They were locked in a death match.I wonder which of them go away win, she thought. They were both wounded and bleeding, and the taller mavens left arm hung at an unnatural angle. Still, he had just slammed the other against the gnarled trunk of an oak tree. His fury was so strong that Elena could feel and taste it as well as perceive it, and she knew it was giving him impossible strength.And whence Elena remembered why she had come. How could she have forgotten? He was hurt. His mind had summ geniusd her here, battering her with shock waves of rage and pain. She had come to help him because she belonged to him.The ii figures were down on the icy ground instanter, righting care wolves, sweep uping. Swiftly and wordlessly Elena w ent to them. The one with the wavy hair and green eyes- Stefan, a voice in her mind whispered-was on top, fingers scrabbling at the others throat. Anger washed through Elena, anger and protectiveness. She reached between the two of them to grab that choking deliberate, to pry the fingers up.It didnt occur to her that she shouldnt be strong enough to do this. She was strong enough that was all. She threw her weight to the side, pull her captive away from his opponent. For good measure, she bore down hard on his wounded arm, knocking him flat on his face in the leaf-strewn slush. thusly she began to choke him from behind.Her attack had taken him by surprise, but he was removed from beaten. He struck back at her, his good hand look for for her throat. His thumb dug into her windpipe.Her attack had taken him by surprise, but he was far from beaten. He struck back at her, his good hand fumbling for her throat. His thumb dug into her windpipe.But he was stronger than she was. With a tower of his shoulders, he broke her hold on him and twisted in her keep, flinging her down. And then he was above her, his face contorted with animal fury. She hissed at him and went for his eyes with her nails, but he knocked her hand away.He was going to kill her. level wounded, he was by far the stronger. His lips had drawn back to show teeth already stained with scarlet. Like a cobra, he was ready to strike. and so he stopped, hovering over her, his face changing.Elena saw the green eyes widen. The pupils, which had been undertake to vicious dots, sprang open. He was staring down at her as if authentically seeing her for the first time.Why was he looking at her that way? Why didnt he just get it over with? But now the iron hand on her shoulder was releasing her. The animal snarl had disappeared, replaced by a look of bewilderment and wonder. He sat back, component part her to sit up, all the while gazing into her face.Elena, he whispered. His voice was cracked. Elena, its you.Is that who I am? she thought. Elena? It didnt really matter. She cast a glance toward the old oak tree. He was still there, standing between the upthrust roots, panting, supporting himself against it with one hand. He was looking at her with his endlessly black eyes, his brows drawn together in a frown.Dont worry, she thought. I can take care 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, holding her up. Elena, its me, Stefan Elena, look at meShe was looking. All she could see was the exposed set up of skin at his jazz. She hissed again, upper lip drawing back, showing him her teeth.He froze.She felt the shock reverberate through his system, saw his gaze shatter. His face went as white as if someone had struck him a snuff out in the stomach. He shook his head slightly on the cloudy ground.No, he whispered. Oh, noHe 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, Elena he whispered.The last traces of fury, of animal bloodlust, had disappeared from his face. His eyes were dazed and stricken and grieving.The last traces of fury, of animal bloodlust, had disappeared from his face. His eyes were dazed and stricken and grieving.He stared at her a moment, the pain in his eyes reaching a peak, and then he plainly 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 cloud-covered sky.Finish it, his weary voice said in her mind.Elena hesitated for an instant. There was something intimately those eyes that called up memories inside her. Standing in the moonlight, sitting in an attic room But the memories were too vague. She couldnt get a grasp on them, and the effort made her slaphappy 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 to be with. No one could hurt him and live.She clamped her teeth into his throat and bit deep.She realized at formerly that she wasnt doing it quite right. She hadnt hit an artery or vein. She worried at the throat, ferocious 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. Shed found a vein this time, but she hadnt torn it deeply enough. A little scratch like that wouldnt do. What she take was to rip it right across, to let the rich hot blood electric current out.Her victim shuddered as she worked to do this, teeth raking and gnawing. She was just feeling the class 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 he r hair. She fought, clinging with teeth and nails to her prey. allow go of him. Leave himThe 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 deposited her on the ground and she looked up to see him, a advert 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 purge paler than before, if that was possible.That white face filled with infinite hopelessness.Look at her was all he said.A hand cupped Elenas chin, tilting her face up. She met Damons narrowed dark eyes directly. Then long, slender fingers touched h er lips, probing between them. Instinctively Elena act to bite, but not very hard. Damons finger found the sharp convolute of a canine tooth, and Elena did bite now, giving it a nip like a kittens.Damons 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. Youre Damon, and I love you.