A/N:
Hey guys,
This is my first story so I hope you enjoy it! I have so many chapters to come so if you could please review and I'll update straight away. Disclaimer: I own nothing, I do not own the characters etc. Rated T.
The story is set after 2x22 – Leahlovessalvatore124 xx.
Chapter one – Sunshine and Buttercups
"No. There must be some kind of mistake. He wouldn't leave unless he knew Damon was safe."
Elena denied.
"Oh, he had a good idea that he would survive, alright. He had the damn cure tested right after he bit me," She smirked. "So it looks like his whole world doesn't revolve around you after all," Elena's forehead creased.
"Your world isn't all 'sunshine and buttercups', Elena. Here's some advice. Love sucks."
Katherine raised her eyebrows at her, flipped her hair, the air stirred around Elena and suddenly she was gone.
Damon propped himself up on the pillows as he lay feverishly on his bed. He still had a pasty complexion, but even Elena was starting to notice that he was looking even the slightest bit better. She was frozen. Frozen on the inside, on the outside everything so numb she could hardly feel her heart breaking. Damon reached towards her and pulled her onto the bed. He took her into his arms, and his warmth and love for her thawed her frozen bones. She felt dead inside as she leant her head against his chest. He kissed her forehead and closed his eyes as he rested his chin on her hair. She felt tears brimming in her eyes and she let a few fall, but she found that the grief made her weak. She didn't have the energy to cry. But what she wanted more than anything right now, was to be loved, and she didn't resist when Damon eased them both under the sheets and covers. They didn't do anything much but hold onto each other, because whenever the world was slipping away from her, she needed something familiar to cling onto, to feel safe. Damon was her shelter, and in that moment, during the horrid maelstrom of sorrow she was feeling, she found it surprising that yes, she did feel loved and she did feel safe.
"V..viki..Anna?" Jeremy looked at his two dead ex-girlfriends, trying to decipher whether or not he was crazy.
"Oh hey Jer, thanks for forgetting us." Vicki spat and smiled slyly like a cat as she started circling around him like a shark stalking its' prey.
"Yeah, and how come witch is your new flavour of the month. Traitor." Jeremy saw a flicker of something mixed with envy flash in her eyes as she joint Vicki with the stalking. Jeremys' face blanched. He was sure he was dreaming. He pinched himself quickly and felt a pang of pain in his arm. This was no dream, yet it felt like a nightmare. Both girls reared towards him in an uproar, fangs bared, eyes scarlet, and the veins beneath their eyes stood out in sharp red jagged lines.
"Come closer. Let me bite you, then we'll see if this is a dream. By the time you realise you'll be dead." Vicki spat venomously.
Anna laughed wickedly.
"No." Jeremy finally came to his senses. They weren't good, they were exactly the opposite. At first he had thought it was a blessing. That two of the people he had cared about had been returned to him, but now he knew that they'd been watching him, that they'd become so bitter and vile that they had actually become poison. They couldn't stand the thought of him being happy with someone other than themselves that their hearts had turned black.
"What. Did you say?" Anna snarled.
"I thought vampires had extra sharp hearing." He retorted.
"Careful, Jeremy. You don't know how far you've got until you push someone like us over the edge." Vicki snapped. In a blur they had him cornered. He tried to run, but Anna snagged his ankle and sent him flying onto his bed. There was no escape as Vicki lowered herself into a press up position just above him. They were so close he almost felt their lips brush as she spoke.
"So unless you tell your sleazy little witch to back off, poor Bon bon may find herself in a spot of trouble." Her hair dangled over him for just a second as he inadvertently inhaled her scent. Spicy and musky at the same time, and the smell of her overwhelmed him. It re-awakened memories that he thought were buried deep inside of him and that would never return. The first time they'd met. Their first kiss..
He snapped out of his reverie quite quickly, as he felt Vicki leaning into him, almost moulding to his body shape, he found himself voluntarily leaning towards her, just like old times and how it used to be. Just before her lips stole his, he found her being wrenched violently from him and backwards by her hair. Vicki lay writhing in pain, wriggling on the floor in agony as Anna squeezed her neck firmly in an iron grip with both hands, stretched back her head and lunged like a snake, teeth bared, and bit savagely into Vicki's jugular. He heard wet tearing, and suckling sounds like a cockroach scuttling under wood. Vicki's hands extended trying to grapple the air like claws, trying to grab onto something to pull herself up and fight. Jeremy was frozen on his bed. Everything was happening so fast, but something shocked him out of his state. He had once loved both of these girls. He may not now, but he still didn't want anything to happen to them.
Jeremy leaped off the bed quickly, and even though she was attacking Vicki, he hesitantly pulled her into his arms. Her face was staunched scarlet, and her hair rubbed against his face as she tried to escape, when suddenly she realized where she was and what he was doing. Confusion crossed her features. She was in Jeremys' arms, and he was holding her. Just holding her. She couldn't have wished for anything more in that moment that felt so right. She leaned into him and pressed her face to his chest, and as her head grazed his chin she felt one solitary tear slide down her cheek.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, and disappeared through the open window.
"Anna," Jeremy looked back towards where she had just left and the curtains billowed and swayed in the breeze. He also looked at the t-shirt on him that she had clung to. The red stains, were hardly noticeable, the one thing that he wondered about was the smear of crystalline wetness that made tracks down his shirt and fell onto the face of the motionless girl. With a start, it was then that he remembered what he had accidentally forgotten while Anna was in his arms. Vicki.
A/N:
Hope you liked it! Please review and let me know what stuff you want to see more of! There will be more Delena moments, and some awesome fighting between Damon and Tyler. There will be a few surprises xx – Leahlovessalvatore124.