Rain, a vampire diaries fanfic

Rain clashed against the brick outside the foggy hotel room. Jeremy leaned his head against the headboard. The fan blades hovered around in monotonous circles. He watched the blades slice through the air with precision. The fans blurred as slow miniature streams ran down his cheeks. A pang struck through his chest. He clutched the front of his shirt.

A loud knock trembled at his door, he passively looked at the wooden door. He had no real desire to lift his body, but when he heard a concerned feminine voice hoisted himself up.

"Jere? Are you okay? You ran straight up to the room…Do you want to talk about it?"

No, he really didn't want to talk about…it. Losing another…friend…If Kol even fall under that loose definition. He hated that he never had any real friends…That somehow everyone seemed to approach and befriend him for his sister Elena's welfare or obedience. Kol was sent by Klaus to hurt him if Elena stepped out of line. Bonnie was prepared to lose her life repeatedly for Elena, in lieu of Klaus' arrival and return to Mystic Falls. Damon compelled him to leave town and live a normal life for Elena's sake, not his own; because Klaus was being a dick and had to prove who the real alpha was. Tyler was following through with a suggestion from Klaus (Jesus Christ that guy was a real bastard) to make him take off the Gilbert ring, so he could send a message to Elena.

"Leave the kid alone, Elena. He wants to mope in his room like a big baby. Let him."

"He's my brother, Damon."

"Yeah. I get that, but sometimes we have to let our siblings breathe a little. Not hover over them every second."

For once, Damon Salvatore had a point, and Jeremy truly wanted to be alone.

"Jere, I love you. We'll be down the hall, if you need me."

Yeah, right. He hated it when Elena acted like his mom. She was his sister, and she was supposed to act like one. Instead, she always tried fixing whatever problem was wrong like a mom would. He refused to deal with the overbearing stubborn mother-Elena routine; he wanted to be alone.

Besides, there was no way she could even begin to understand his current situation at the moment.

That self-assured smirk haunted his mind, every time he closed his eyes. Jeremy covered his hands over his eyes. He rubbed the liquid leaking against his cracked fingers.

"Sorry mate, but we're not buds"…Those words rattled against his brain, as he threatened to scoff at his own naivety. Kol was closer to the truth than he realized, because he ached for a deeper connection for the other man…err…vampire. Not just any vampire, but an Original. Who happened to be blood related to the dick who made most of Mystic Falls population's lives hell, whether they were aware of it or not. The brother of the guy who reveled in making Elena aid him in creating more hybrids.

He grimaced at his past lousy and downright pathetic attempts to spend more time with the guy, he sucked at sports in general…But from the moment he met Kol, he tried to spend more time with him, even if that meant swinging the bat badly (even more so than even he could manage). He observed every hand movement, every word. He devoured Kol's attention. He craved it. How could he not? Kol was new, exciting, mysterious and beautiful. Kol's grace erased away doubt that he was another selfish and impulsive supernatural creature of the night. At first, Jeremy was sure that this was the normal life he had longed for, since his introduction to the supernatural world. Jeremy tricked himself into the illusion that Kol cast around himself. Jeremy followed Kol's magical deception easily and eagerly. He sent himself into this pain he now wore against his chest like a scarlet A.

Yet, Kol's reveal did not bother Jeremy one bit. In fact, it made him feel lighter like a weight had lifted off his shoulders. He suffocated from his darkest drug: denial. He had shut himself away from the possibility that Kol's presence had been a farce. Jeremy was not repulsed by Kol's vampirism, after all he had cared and dated another vampire Anna and the good witch Bonnie. All he seemed to do was attract beautiful and exciting supernatural beings.

He cared for that beautiful male, ever since he remarked on what a terrible baseball player he was…He did lack any real talent for the American pastime. And Kol probably knew just how much Jeremy Gilbert embarrassed America and the rest of the world with his horrendous baseball skills.

A knock resounded against the empty room, and echoed in his hallow ribcage.

"Elena. I'm fine."

Another knock crashed against the door. The knuckles barred against the older motel door frame. Jeremy scooted his body across the old bed, and it creaked and shifted as he swung his legs over the side. He leapt onto the carpet, and jogged over to the door.

"Jesus…Elena, I know you're stubborn. But this is taking it to a whole new-"

Jeremy opened the door and his heart zoomed. Kol… The glistening drops raced down the beautiful brunette's face. His normally arrogant face was painted in a neutral canvas. His dark mahogany eyes pierced into his own boring chocolate ones.

"-level…"

"Hello, mate."

"What? I thought you left- for wherever…"

Kol pushed past him. Jeremy blinked at him. Kol flashed over to the bed, and sat down on the bed. His immortal and beautiful hands stroked the thin cheap quilt. And Jeremy wondered how those hands caused so much pain for Damon and an annoying load of angst for himself to suffer in. He wanted those hands pressed against his chest, and those vampire teeth grazing up and down his jugular. After all, he secretly wanted to know what that feeling was like.

Jeremy's eyes widened at his own perverseness. Kol was a straight man, and at lived during a certain span of time where gay men tread lightly and secretly about their true natures. Kol naturally would harshly reject his emotions for him. Kol would probably latch his fangs into his neck, if he ever found out, and drain him dry. And Jeremy would delight in the experience. His heart accelerated. Kol's head snapped to his face. His eyes sharpened and watched him like Scar did with Zazu. Kol's eyes narrowed in offense. His face contorted into an Original worthy of the menacing reputation.

"What's the matter, little Gilbert? Afraid of my bite?"

Oh. He was afraid…But not the way Kol thought.

"I…" Jeremy blushed which gifted a beautiful rosy glow that also spiked his heartrate near the arrogant and angry Original.

The signature dark red veins etched themselves under his eyes. His eyes morphed into black spheres surrounded by deep crimson swirls around his pupils. His fangs descended down his lips. Jeremy felt his jaw drop and he gapped like a love-struck Twilight fan.

"It's rude to stare, darling."

"Right…Sorry."

Kol's anger and edge melted away, as he blankly stared at the young Gilbert boy.

"What are you doing here, Kol?" Jeremy asked politely. He couldn't find himself to provide his voice with any anger.

Kol's lips tipped upward in an amused smirk.

"Oh. That. I'm here visiting an old friend of sorts."

Old friend…"Sorry mate, but we're not buds."

Jeremy's lips flattened.

"But you said we weren't friends."

Kol smirked. "Darling, I say a lot of things."