The Vampire Diaries: The Salvation: Unseen by L. J. Smith, Aubrey Clark Read Free Book Online

hit the brake, but nothing happened. Trees and telephone poles whipped past in a blur of green and brown.
    Tightening her grip on the wheel until her hands ached, Elena slammed down on the brake again. The car didn’t slow, but the wheel began to vibrate in her hands, small tremors at first, becoming faster and faster. Her heart raced, and a tiny panicked whine came from Elena’s throat.
    The car was beginning to drift across the highway, and another car swerved around her, honking loudly. She yanked on the wheel, trying to get back into her own lane, but it only spun uselessly under her hands.
    “Come on, come on,” Elena whimpered, pleading with the car, or the universe. “Please, no.”
    This is it
, she thought with a blank feeling of wonder. After everything that had happened, after all she’d survived, she was going to die here, in an out-of-control car on a bright, sunny afternoon.
    Something huge and dark rose up in front of her.
I’m sorry, Stefan
, she thought, and then everything went black.

    “Elena? Elena?” A faint, unfamiliar voice was calling to her through the darkness. Elena twitched with irritation. She didn’t want to talk to anyone; she wanted to sleep. Her head hurt and her chest ached terribly. Was she sick?
    “
Elena
!” A pounding noise, somebody banging near her head.
    With a huge effort, Elena managed to drag open her eyes. Everything was blurry and white, too close, and she pushed at the whiteness, trying to shove it away. It shifted under her hands with a rustling of fabric, and slowly the world came back into focus.
    The white stuff was an air bag, she realized, and it filled the space in front of her.
I must have hit something
, Elena thought dazedly, and raised her hand to the pain in her head. Her fingers came away bright red, wet with blood. There was an aching, bruised feeling in her chest, and she scrabbled at her seat belt, smearing the blood across her shirt.
    A wave of panic washed over her. She could have
died.
    “Elena!” the voice snapped at her again, and she jumped.
    A guy a few years older than she was, with short dark hair and heavy brows, stood just outside her window, rattling her door handle. “Elena!” he said sharply. “Hurry! You have to get out of the car.”
    The intensity in his voice had Elena reaching automatically for the door handle, but then she drew back her hand. “Who are you?” she said warily through the glass. “How do you know my name?”
    “There’s no time to explain. Please just trust me. I’m on your side.” His hazel eyes were steady, pleading with her. “You
have
to get out of the car.”
    Something in his voice made her hurry to unfasten her seat belt and open the car door. But before she could say anything, he locked onto her arm and dragged her down the side of the road, away from her car.
    “What are you doing?” Elena exclaimed, trying to dig in her heels and pull away. “Let go of me!” It was broad daylight. “Help!” she screamed, her voice shrill in her own ears, but no help came. She glanced around wildly, but there were no other cars in sight. The guy’s hand was like an iron band around her wrist, yanking her on.
    She was drawing her breath in to scream for help again—surely there must be
someone
within earshot—when her captor came to a halt and let go of her.
    “Okay,” he said, resting his hands on his knees and taking in great gulps of air. “This ought to be far enough.”
    “What the hell do you think—” Elena began hotly.
    And that was when her car exploded.
    It went up in a great orange ball of flame and an ear-crunching boom, just like in the movies. A heavy cloud of oily black smoke rose from the flames.
    Elena’s body felt numb. Her stomach rolled with nausea as she blinked in shock at the dark smoke, the hungry flames.
    She’d felt so safe as a Guardian. She didn’t have to worry about getting old, or getting sick, or dying at the hands of vampires, or demons, or werewolves, or any