The Vampire Diaries 3: Fury

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THE FURY
The Vampire Diaries Book 3
By
L. J. Smith

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

The Fury
Volume III

L. J, Smith

HarperTorch
An Imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers

BOOKS BY L. J. SMITH

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THE VAMPIRE DIARIES
Volume I:The Awakening
Volume II: The Struggle
Volume III: The Fury
Volume IV: DarkReunion

THESECRET CIRCLE TRILOGY
Volume I: The Initiation
Volume II: The Captive
Volume III: The Power

The Night of the Solstice
Heart of Valor

Published by HarperPaperbacks

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's
imagination or are usedfictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events,
locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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Copyright © 1991 by Daniel Weiss Associates,Inc. and Lisa Smith Cover art copyright © 1991 by
Daniel Weiss Associates Inc.

ISBN: 0-06-102000-1

First HarperTorch paperback printing: May 2001
First HarperPrism paperback printing: March 1999

A mass market edition of this book was published in 1991 by HarperPaperbacks .

Produced by Daniel Weiss Associates, Inc.,33 West 17th Street,New York ,NY 10011 .

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To my Aunt Margie, and in memory of my Aunt Agnes and Aunt Eleanore , for fostering creativity.

The Fury

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Elena stepped into the clearing.

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Beneath her feet tatters of autumn leaves were freezing into the slush. Duskhad fallen, and although the
storm was dying away the woods were getting colder. Elena didn't 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 two figures struggling beneath the great oak tree quite
clearly.
One had thick dark hair, which the wind had churned into a tumbledsea of waves. He was slightly taller
than the other, and although Elena couldn't see his face she somehow knew his eyes were green.
The other had a shock of dark hair as well, but his was fine and straight, almost like the pelt of an animal.
His lips were drawn back from his teeth in fury, and the lounging grace of his body was gathered into a
predator's crouch. His eyes were black.
Elenawatched them for several minutes without moving. She'd forgotten why she had come here, why
she'd been pulled here by the echoes of their battle in her mind. This close the clamor of their anger and
hatred and pain was almost deafening, like silent shouts coming from the fighters. They were locked in a
death match.
I wonder which of them will win, she thought. They were both wounded and bleeding,and the taller
one's 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 hear it, and she knew it
was giving him impossible strength.
And then Elena remembered why she had come. How could she have forgotten? He was hurt.His mind
had summoned her here, batteringher with shock waves of rage and pain. She had come to help him
because she belonged to him.
The two figures were down on the icy ground now, righting like wolves, snarling. Swiftly and silently
Elena went 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 other's throat. Anger washed through Elena, anger and...