Damon was walking silently covered by the shadows of the dark late night. He was following him...and in hopes of not been noticed he stayed a few feet behind the object of his latest obsession. No...this boy is most certainly his latest obsession, but he knew he was also going to be his last obsession. This human was different...the feelings he had for him, the feelings that he knew he shouldn't have for a human so young...were more than anything he had ever felt before. The feelings he had once had for Katherine and the feelings he had thought he had for Elena...could not compare to his feelings for this boy.
He had been feeding from this boy for weeks now. The boy had surrender to him and begged him to feed from his neck...or where ever he wanted from his body, he had added shyly. So, the boy was now his donor. Of course this small or rather huge fact (depending on how you want to look at it) was unknown to the boy's sister and to his own brother. They would never understand, both of them knew this.
He himself was Damon Salvatore, a human-blood-sucking-vampire who could have anything or anyone he wanted. He was Jeremy Gilbert, a fifthteen-year-old human who did his best to act as if he didn't care about anything or anyone.
Why would anyone think they were a match? Even if their relationship was just only that of a vampire and a donor.
'...For now...' Damon smirked at the thought. He saw Jeremy stop walking and turn around. Damon moved so fast, it was as if he had never been there in the first place.
Jeremy sighed, and turned to face the trees, the direction he was sure Damon had moved to. "Y'know, you could just walk next to me...just once, instead of always stalking behind. You could even walk up to my front door with me...just because you don't get along with Stefan and Elena doesn't mean you can't come to my house with me!" He said lowly, as if he was talking aloud to himself...he knew Damon was listening to him. "Just because you drink or eat from me or whatever you call it...doesn't mean we can't at least make it look like we're friends...or something." He looked deep into the gaps between the trees in front of him, hoping for Damon to come walking out and smile at him and then walk to his home by his side. He knew he was been foolish and naive...Damon was over a hundred years old, he was a vicious killer and he didn't really need anyone...but Jeremy couldn't help but hope Damon needed him, even if it was just for his blood. He came to him, to Jeremy that meant Damon needed him.
Jeremy continued to stare at the trees for a few more moments before turning and walking down the street, mumbling, "Jerk.", as quietly as he could.
Damon watched Jeremy walk down the street; he could tell by the sound of the young boy's footsteps that he was angry...and upset? He moved away from the trees back to the street and watched Jeremy.
When they were far apart, Jeremy found it easier to be himself and to not be scared of Damon. But of course, he knew as soon as he was in Jeremy's bedroom that the boy would be scared...even though he would act like he wasn't.
This only made it better for Damon. Damon loved feeding from Jeremy, the fact that Jeremy was scared of him...and it turned him on by Damon feeding on him...were just pluses to their relationship.
Damon waited for Jeremy to walk around the corner of the street before he moved. Tonight was going to be different, he was going to have Jeremy weather the boy wanted it or not.
End of chapter 1!
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