'The Vampire Diaries: The Fury Chapter One\r'

'Elena stepped into the clearing.\r\nBeneath her feet tatters of declination leaves were freezing into the slush. Dusk had fallen, and although the storm was dying apart the woods were getting colder. Elena didnt find starself the cold.\r\nNeither did she capitulum the dark. Her pupils opened wide, gathering up tiny particles of vigilant that would have been invisible to a human. She could wait on the ii figures struggling beneath the great oak tree shoetree quite clearly.\r\nOne had thick dark hair, which the bullock had churned into a tumbled sea of waves. He was slightly taller than the other, and although Elena couldnt go out his brass she somehow knew his look were green.\r\nThe other had a shock of dark hair as well, exactly his was fine and straight, almost worry the pelt of an animal. His lips were haggard back from his teething in fury, and the lounging grace of his proboscis was gat here(predicate)d into a predators crouch. His look were black.\r\nElen a watched them for several transactions without moving. Shed disregarded why she had come here, why shed been pulled here by the echoes of their battle in her mind. This close the rumpus of their anger and hatred and pain was almost deafening, like silent shouts coming from the fighters. They were locked in a ending match.\r\nI wonder which of them will win, she thought. They were both wounded and bleeding, and the taller ones 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 bull fill outed that Elena could feel and savvy it as well as insure it, and she knew it was large-minded him impossible strength.\r\nAnd then Elena remembered why she had come. How could she have forgotten? He was hurt. His mind had summoned her here, battering her with shock waves of delirium and pain. She had come to help him because she belonged to him.\r\nThe two figures were down on the icy ground at once, righting like wolves, snarling. Swiftly and wordlessly Elena went to them. The one with the wavy hair and green eyes- Stefan, a juncture in her mind whispered-was on top, fingers scrabbling at the others pharynx. Anger washed through Elena, anger and protectiveness. She reached betwixt the two of them to grab that choking take place, to pry the fingers up.\r\nIt didnt give 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, wrenching her captive apart from his opponent. For groovy measure, she bore down hard on his wounded arm, knocking him flat on his human face in the leaf-strewn slush. Then she began to choke him from behind.\r\nHer attack had interpreted him by surprise, but he was far from beaten. He struck back at her, his good have fumbling for her throat. His thumb dug into her windpipe.\r\nHer attack had taken him by surprise, but he was far from beaten. He struck back at her, his good tump over fum bling for her throat. His thumb dug into her windpipe.\r\nBut he was stronger than she was. With a jerk of his shoulders, he broke her hire on him and twisted in her grasp, 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 a focus.\r\nHe was going to kill her. Even wounded, he was by far the stronger. His lips had move back to show teeth already stained with scarlet. Like a cobra, he was ready to strike.\r\nThen he stopped, hovering over her, his face changing.\r\nElena cut the green eyes widen. The pupils, which had been contracted to unrelenting dots, sprang open. He was staring down at her as if truly seeing her for the first time.\r\nWhy was he brassing at her that way? Why didnt he just get it over with? But now the iron hand on her shoulder was psychotherapeutic her. The animal snarl had disappeared, replaced by a look of bewilderment and wonder. He sat back, helping her to posture up, all the while gazing into her face.\r\nâ€Å"Elena,” he whispered. His theatrical role was cracked. â€Å"Elena, its you.”\r\nIs that who I am? she thought. Elena? It didnt really matter. She cast a watch toward the old oak tree. He was still there, stand 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.\r\nDont worry, she thought. I stern take care of this one. Hes stupid. Then she flung herself on the jealous one again.\r\nâ€Å"Elena!” he cried as she knocked him backward. His good hand pushed at her shoulder, holding her up. â€Å"Elena, its me, Stefan! Elena, look at me!”\r\nShe was looking. all(prenominal) she could see was the exposed patch of skin at his neck. She hissed again, upper lip drawing back, showing him her teeth.\r\nHe froze.\r\nShe felt the shock reverberate through his body, saw his gaze shatter. His face went as white as if someone had struck him a blow in the stomach. He shook his head slightly on the muddy ground.\r\nâ€Å"No,” he whispered. â€Å"Oh, no…”\r\nHe seemed to be saying it to himself, as if he didnt expect her to hear him. He reached a hand toward her cheek, and she snapped at it.\r\nâ€Å"Oh, Elena…” he whispered.\r\nThe last traces of fury, of animal fundlust, had disappeared from his face. His eyes were dazed and sick and grieving.\r\nThe last traces of fury, of animal channellust, had disappeared from his face. His eyes were dazed and potty and grieving.\r\nHe stared at her a moment, the pain in his eyes reaching a peak, and then he simply gave up. He stopped fighting completely.\r\nShe could feel it happen, feel the resistance leave his body. He invest on the icy ground with scraps of oak leaves in his hair, staring up past her at the black and clouded sky.\r\nFinish it, his weary voice tell in her min d.\r\nElena hesitated for an instant. There was something about those eyes that called up memories inside her. Standing in the moonlight, academic term in an attic room… But the memories were in addition vague. She couldnt get a grasp on them, and the parkway made her dizzy and sick.\r\nAnd 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.\r\nShe clamped her teeth into his throat and bit deep.\r\nShe realized at once that she wasnt doing it quite right. She hadnt hit an artery or vein. She worried at the throat, angry 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.\r\nMuch better. Shed found a vein this time, but she hadnt torn it deeply enough. A little scratch like that wouldnt do. What she needed was to pluck it right across, to let the rich hot b lood stream out.\r\nHer victim shuddered as she worked to do this, teeth raking and gnawing. She was just feeling the flesh give way when detainment pulled at her, lifting her from behind.\r\nElena snarled without letting go of the throat. The hands were insistent though. An arm looped about her waist, fingers twined in her hair. She fought, clinging with teeth and nails to her prey.\r\nLet go of him. Leave him!\r\nThe 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 name came into her mind. Damon. His name was Damon. She stared at him sulkily, restless of being yanked away from her kill, but obedient.\r\nStefan was sitting up, his neck red with blood. It was running onto his shirt. Elena licked her lips, feeling a throb like a hunger anguish that seemed to come from e rattling fiber of her being. She was dizzy again.\r\ nâ€Å"I thought,” Damon said aloud, â€Å"that you said she was dead.” He was looking at Stefan, who was even paler than before, if that was possible.\r\nThat white face filled with blank space hopelessness.\r\nâ€Å"Look at her” was all he said.\r\nA hand cupped Elenas chin, tilting her face up. She met Damons narrowed dark eyes directly. Then long, slender fingers touched her lips, probing between them. Instinctively Elena tried to bite, but not very hard. Damons finger found the sharp curve of a canine tooth, and Elena did bite now, giving it a arrest like a kittens.\r\nDamons face was expressionless, his eyes hard.\r\nâ€Å"Do you know where you are?” he said.\r\nElena glanced around. Trees. â€Å"In the woods,” she said craftily, looking back at him.\r\nâ€Å"And who is that?”\r\nShe followed his pointing finger. â€Å"Stefan,” she said indifferently. â€Å"Your brother.” â€Å"And who am I? Do you know who I am?† She smiled up at him, showing him her pointed teeth. â€Å"Of course I do. Youre Damon, and I love you.”\r\n'