Deals Weren't Meant To Last Forever

Summary: The final story has begun. Jeremy is still grieving over the lost of Tyler when things begin to change in Mystic Falls. A new group of people show much more rowdy and violent then the ones before. As well as the vampires, all except Damon and Stefan seem to have left town leaving it somewhat more normal. Though something shocking is brought to Jeremy's attention: Tyler Lockwood has returned...from death.

Rated: M

Warning: Slash, violence and some character death.

Chapter One

A loud scream coursed Jenna and Alaric to jump out of their bed and run to Jeremy's room, "Jeremy! What's wrong?" Jenna said as she sat down next to her nephew and pulled him into her arms for a hug. He didn't speck, he was too shocked. It had been two weeks since Tyler's funeral, he had visited him every day since but it didn't stop the nightmares of his death playing through his mind over and over again each night. Alaric came back into the room after checking that Elena was asleep rolling his eyes at the teenage girl. Jeremy assumed she had snuck out again to be with her wonderful Stefan; idiot.

Love doesn't last; something will always tear you apart from one another. He was shocked his Aunt Jenna and Alaric had lasted this long. As you could tell, Jeremy's mind and personality had fallen into a pit of utter depression and pain again after the lost of Tyler; his soul mate, his true love. Everything about love sickened him, seeing people in love, listening to people who are in love all of it made him want to vomit. He was shocked he hadn't already with Stefan and Damon always around for some odd reason. They tell him it's because they care.

Bullshit. They don't give a damn about him; it's all about Elena with those two. It's all about Elena with anyone, except for Alaric. Though that might be because he was Jeremy's tutor for so long that he just seemed to get sick of Elena like Jeremy did sometimes. They both left him alone telling him to try and get some sleep again. He laid back down and shut his eyes for a moment wrapping himself up in the blanket and trying to ignore the cold wind that ran through his room. He had fallen asleep, forgetting the dreams.

XOXO

On the next morning Jeremy walked downstairs with a smirk on his face as he heard Elena getting ripped a new one by Aunt Jenna, "Hate to be her right now." Alaric said from the living room to him. Jeremy nodded his head in agreement, "Did you have another bad dream last night?" Jeremy nodded again, "Was it the same dream?" Again Jeremy didn't answer with words just with a simple nod of the head. Alaric sighed before promising that everything would be fine and he would move on. Which Jeremy knew was impossible. Why couldn't he just die?

Why couldn't he do what every other mate would do in this situation and kill himself? Why was something stopping him? What was stopping him? Was he never really in love with Tyler? NO! Stop it! Stop thinking like that, you loved Tyler and you still do even if he isn't here to love you back: Even if Tyler wasn't there to hold onto your hand when no one is looking, even if Tyler wasn't here to sneak into your room when you wake, even if he wasn't there to kiss you or...make love to you in your room slowly.

Jeremy took in a deep breath and smiled at his sister as she walked pass ignoring him completely. Tyler wouldn't do that, a voice in the back of his head teased. He felt his heart shatter at the truth of what it was saying. He fell to his knees and cried and cried until he couldn't breathe anymore, until his aunt came running to his side pulling him into a hug, until he thought his tears ran up and all he could do was yell, "Come back! Bring him back to me!" Until he was left with one final word on his lips: Tyler.

XOXO

The room was dark and barely lit, he didn't like the light; it hurt his eyes. He the blood from his hand and got changed in the clothes that had his scent on them. But another scent filled the room, a stranger's scent. He picked up the hoodie and brought to his nose inhaling deeply. This scent...it meant something to him but what? He growled in frustration, "That's your mates." He turned around his canines shape and eyes yellow, "Easy. You don't want to hurt your own uncle, do you?" The man said rather smugly.

"Hello, Tyler."

Yes, that's right. It's back! I'd like to thank Toulip Fontana and primavera15 for helping me pick a name for the story. They were all great suggestion and I decided to go with primavera15's idea. Again thank you both.

XOXO

ManaMcC

P.S Let the werewolf drama begin.