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A/N – Okay, so I'm so obsessed with gay story-lines and slash stories, so thought I would write my VD slash fic. Hope you like it. Reviews would be awesome.
Jeremy's POV.
What the hell happened? That wasn't suppose to happen! He was my friend, I turned to him when I needed someone to talk to, but had no idea this was going to happen! Yeah, okay, I thought about it a few times, but didn't actually think it would happen, what's Elena going to say? What would my father say, if he was here right now? Sleeping with vampires is one thing. But a male vampire? My sisters, boyfriends brother?. Elena knew I was gay before I even knew and she has been really cool about it, but would she be cool with this? She wasn't too happy when I started dating Tyler Lockwood, as he's well known for having a temper and didn't want to see me getting hurt. But she accepted it and was there for me when we broke up. But something tells me she wont accept this. He isn't just any vampire, he's Damon Salvatore! But no one knows him the way that I do, yes he can be selfish, thoughtless and have no remorse, but with me, he's kind, funny and sweet. I've never felt this way before.
It all started three months ago, I was dodging Tyler all day at school, I had just broke up with him, after my parents died, I just couldn't handle being with anyone. I started hanging out with the stoner's, which my sister hated. I just didn't care any more. I was standing under the bleachers when I could hear two cheerleaders going on about this new guy in town, Stefan Salvatore. Apparently he was a 'dream boat'. Normally I would be curious to know who this new hunk was, but I just didn't care any more, I was so lost and sick of losing everyone I cared about. My best friend Vicky died three weeks ago by animal attack at the old graveyard. Everyone pretending that they knew her and that they missed her. Everyone hated Vicky, they thought she was white trash and just another teen junkie. But she was my friend and I miss her terribly.
I got home to find my Aunt Jenna cooking dinner, she greeted me, but I ignored her and headed to my room. I placed my bag on the bed and sat at my computer desk. I took out my bong. After I inhaled my third hit, I fell onto my bed. Staring at the celling, thinking is this my life now? Feeling so empty that I don't even feel high any more? There must be something better, than feeling like this!
"Come in" I respond to my bedroom door knocking.
"Dinner is almost ready" my sister smiled "God, Jeremy! It smells like Amsterdam in here!" Elena moans.
I say nothing back, I watch her walk towards my window to open it and as she heads back out my door, she gives a sympathy look. I got sick of those looks, I got them when my parents died and now because of Vicky.
After dinner, all that was being talk about at the table, was the new guy in town. I rolled my eyes.
"you barely touched your food" Jenna looked concerned.
"Not hungry" I pushed my plate away from me.
"I thought stoner's were suppose to get the munches?" my sister spat out at me.
I got up from the table and grabbed my jacket. I had to get out of this house! I slammed the door behind me and started walking, I didn't know where I was going, all I knew is that I had to get away from that house.
I found myself at my parents grave. A few tears running down my cheek. I missed them so much. It's only been four months and Elena has seem to of moved on quite quickly about it. I lean my back on the grave and stick my ear-phones in. I'm drawing on my sketch pad when I notice a creepy looking crow staring at me on a tree. At first I try to stare it out, but the loud noise that came out of it made me jump. I quickly put my sketch pad into my bag and get up as quickly as I could, the crow still staring at me. I start walking towards the exit of the graveyard, and a feeling of someone following me came into my mind, I turn round, but all I could see was trees and darkness. As I reach the exit gate, I could hear the crow again, I turn round to face it, but it was gone. As I turn back around, I see a dark figure staring at me inches away from the gate.
"Jesus, you scared me!" I breathed, my heart still racing.
The stranger said nothing. Just stood there. Staring. Who is this weirdo? I thought to myself.
I walk closer to the stranger, curious to know who he was. The noise of the crow made me jump yet again and as I turned back round to face the stranger, he was gone. What the hell? I thought to myself.
I got home round about midnight, with the stranger still fresh in my mind. Who was he? Why was he just standing in a graveyard? Why didn't he say anything? All these questions running through my mind. I take out my sketch pad and notice that one of my sketches are missing, great! Must of left it next to my parents grave. I sit on my bed and start drawing. It's not till I'm done, I realised I just drew a picture of the tall stranger.
A/N- hope you liked the first chapter. If you liked it, I will write more. So please let me know. :)