Disclaimer: Jeremy, Anna, and Vampire Diaries belong to the CW, Kevin Williamson, Julie Plec, and all involved parties. Not making any profit or claiming ownership, otherwise the finale wouldn't have played out like it had.
Author's Note: Short Post Season 1 ficlet. This is the result of my frustration and grief over Anna's death and my muse pondering over the prospect of what kind of dark places Jeremy would go if he turned and shut off his emotions. I might write a sequel to this, I might not. Hope you enjoy!
Necessary
"Please..."
She said please too...
"It had to be done..."
The grip on his throat tightens, eyes staring blankly, head tilted to the side.
"John-"
"Is dead. And you're not. Not yet." Not soon enough...
"No..." His eyes are afraid. He doesn't want to die. But then neither did she. "I have a family."
"So did she." Taken by my family. In two fucking lifetimes.
"It had to happen!" He's desperate, not thinking anything through. His pleas become more foolish by the second, fear overriding common sense. "They were vampires. Threats, all of them!"
The grip squeezes, slowly compressing. He starts choking, blood starts bubbling from his mouth.
"Not her." No threat. Not like that. On the floor, weak, helpless, begging, scared...alone...not even knowing if she was loved...
The throat gives out, crushing under his grip, and the body crumbles, eyes still afraid. So afraid. Did she look that afraid?
"Not her...but I am."
He feeds. His hunger is satisfied, the emptiness is gone. He's glad he didn't see it. Like he saw Vicki. And in that moment he pictures Anna like that, and crushes the deputy's skull in his hands.
The pain's gone. Doesn't mean she isn't missed.
