isalvatore: переводы

→“Now sit down there,” he adjured Meredith, putting her on the opposite corner from where he lay the stave.

→They found the Gateway just as Damon had seen it before, a neat rectangular piece sliced out of the earth, about five feet deep.

→“I’m guessing they didn’t know what a line of natural Power was. And Fell’s Churchlooked small and peaceful—back then.”

→“So how did a couple ofinactive hunter-slayers end up moving to a town on top of a few hundred crossing ley lines?”

→Damon kept himself from laughing—barely.

→“I was hoping topersuade you, not kill you. I couldn’t think of how to explain to Elena that I’d broken all your bones.”

→“You didn’t use it like a bo staff on me.”

→“I’d just started practicing when Shinichi turned up. But, no, I don’t really have a clue. I’m pretty good with a bo staff, though, so I just use it like that.”

→“So youreally don’t know how to use it?”

→“After Klaus was dead, while Stefan was babysitting Elena, suddenly Grandpa started talking—just single words—but it made me go look in our attic. I found this.”

→“Point taken once more. But then how exactly did you find that gorgeous killing stick?”

→“But even though they chose not to be active, they knew that a vampire or werewolf might decide to pick on their daughter if they found out her identity. So during school, I took ‘harpsichord lessons’ and ‘riding lessons’ one day a week each—have done since I was three. I’m a Black Belt Shihan, and a Taekwondo Saseung. I might start Dragon Kung Fu—”

→“Point taken”—hefting theextremely pointed stave. “I’ll listen.”

→“Do you want me to talk, or can you do your stand-up routine alone?”

→“—police files—”

→“It was because my parents didn’t actively pursue the family business—they didn’t know. They were both from hunter families, of course—you have to be, to keep it out of the tabloids and—”

→As Damon quietly shut the front door he saw that dawn was about to break. Perfect timing. The stave caught the first rays of light. “I have a question for you,” he said to Meredith’s long, silky dark hair. “You said that you didn’t find this gorgeous stave until after Klaus—that wicked Old One—was dead. But if you’re from a hunter-slayer family you might have been more help in getting him dispatched. Like mentioning that only white ash could kill him.”

→With ironic gallantry, he waved her on before him, retaining possession of the pillowcase and the fighting stave himself.

→Meredith was dressed much as he was, in black jeans and a lightweight black sweater. With her long shining dark hair she looked unexpectedly beautiful. Damon, who had considered running her through with the stave, just as his obligation to vampire-kind, now found himself wavering. If she gave him no trouble on his way to the Gate, he would let her go, he decided. He was feeling magnanimous—for the first time he had faced down and conquered the fearsome Meredith, and besides, she had a code as he did. He felt a sort of kinship with her.

→“Open the Gate to the DarkDimensions,” he corrected. “Probably I should have mentioned—there’s more than one. But all I want is to become a vampire again. And we can talk as we go, since I see we’re both wearing our cat burglar costumes.”