A/N: Ok so this is my first Vampire Diaries fanfic. I have to say that I had a COMPLETELY different idea when I started writing this but as I wrote the story just got away from me and... well... what can I say... that's what happens when I listen to the Daredevil soundtrack while I write. Hope you like it. I have an idea to carry on adding chapters (each chapter from a different character's point of view). Let me know if you think I should carry on – 'cause I guess this can stand alone as a story, or be the first chapter of a few. SOOO... Reviews are ALWAYS welcome... PLEASE! (If there are things in this story that don't make sense, let me know and I will see if I can explain them in future chapters.)

And yeah, of course... None of these characters belong to me... blah, blah, blah.

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Inspiration : LET GO – 12 Stones (Daredevil Soundtrack)

TYLER'S POINT OF VIEW

Jenna and Elena were out. Jeremy finished his juice and then stalked out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I just stood there, cursing myself. Why did I have to say that - of all things? Why did I have to bring up Anna? God... why did I have to be so... insecure? I had been angry...livid. I had found out that Jeremy's last girlfriend – Anna – had died and that he had tried to commit suicide. SUICIDE! My Jeremy? I had come to see him and lucky for me he was alone at home. When he opened the door and smiled at me, my brain completely flat-lined and my mouth took over. I couldn't even remember the things I said, but I could clearly remember the look on his face as I said them. I hurt him – more than I ever did beating him up. I heard music coming from his room and I dragged myself up the stairs to try and salvage...something. I had to apologise... I had to do something. I knocked on his door.

"Jeremy?" I asked, waiting for him to open the door. Nothing. "Jer? I'm sorry." I leaned my forehead against the door. His answer... he turned the volume up, music blaring so loud that I thought my eardrums would burst. I fought the urge to put my fist through the wall. I was a different person now, because of Jeremy. He had this way of calming me down whenever the rage would take a hold of me. I took a deep breath and opened the door, taking a step into Jeremy's room. He was standing at his desk, both palms flat on the table top, shoulders slumped. As I watched, he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. I could see from the way he was shaking that his rage was making him hyperventilate. I frowned... I was the one with the temper. Jeremy didn't get angry like this. He lifted his head and straightened, picking up the first thing he could find - a picture of him and his sister together – and hurled it across the room, letting out a soul-wrenching shout, balling his fists in his hair.

I took three steps across the room and, coming up behind him, wrapped my arms around his chest. He was an inch taller than me, but I was stronger – I silently thanked the wolf in me. He immediately started struggling, trying to get away from me, shouting at me, but I just clamped down harder and pulled him back against me. I had to calm him down. This wasn't him – this wasn't my Jeremy. I decided then that, even though I had only met her once and didn't know the first thing about her, I hated Anna. She had done this to him, this was her fault. I was glad she was dead because at this very moment, I would have killed her.

"JEREMY!" I shouted at him over the music, my mouth right at his ear. "CALM DOWN! SETTLE DOWN!"

"LET ME GO!" He yelled, struggling to free himself. "I HATE YOU, LOCKWOOD!" he shouted. "I FUCKING HATE YOU!" I kept quiet. I knew he was in pain and insensible with rage, but his words still hurt. I closed my eyes and buried my face in his hair, taking a deep breath. I waited, tears welling up in my eyes. His struggling became weaker and his shouting turned into hyperventilating. His hands came up and clutched at my arms encircling his chest. I loosened my grip but didn't let go.

"Tyler?" My breath hitched at the sound of panic in his voice. I started taking my arms away, but he dug his fingers into my forearms. "Don't... let...go..." he managed to get out trying to breathe. His legs gave way from under him and I sank down onto the ground with him, my arms still wrapped around his chest.

"Breathe, Jer." The music was blaring but I ignored it. My mouth was still at his ear as I held him, his back pressed against my chest. I just kept telling him to breathe. We were both on our knees, my knees planted on either side of his legs. I moved my left arm up and across his chest gripping his right shoulder. "Just breathe... just breathe..."

"I..." he tried to say something. "I..." He couldn't get anything else out. His gasps for breath become wrenching sobs. "I... thought... I... loved... her." He managed finally. I just let him talk. I could still hear him over the music... I wanted desperately to turn it down but I wasn't willing to let Jeremy go just yet. "Oh... my... God..." his sobbing turned to panic again and my arms tightened instinctively. "I... wanted... to..." Jeremy started hyperventilating again and I went back to whispering in his ear to breathe. His fingers dug painfully into my forearm and I could feel it when his fingernails broke through my skin. I clenched my jaw against the stinging pain and buried my face in his hair, lightly kissing him behind his ear.

"Breathe, babe." I whispered. "Tell me what you wanted." He was obviously only dealing with this girl's death now – but with everything that had happened on Founders Day and afterwards, it was understandable. You kind of left dealing with baggage till later when a psychotic vampire was wreaking havoc. I decided to keep him talking. Jeremy's next words made me regret it.

"I... wanted... to... turn... forher..." I went ice cold. "I... wanted... to...turn..." Jeremy repeated, making my gut twist. Jeremy's suicide attempt... WAIT! He wanted to turn for her... Anna was a VAMPIRE! My calm shattered and blinding rage took over.

I felt myself moving and before I could stop myself I was in front of Jeremy. I suddenly didn't care that he was in emotional pain. I didn't care that he couldn't breathe. I grabbed him by his arm, just below his shoulder – I got the satisfaction of feeling the bone snap - and yanked him to his feet, dislocating his shoulder in the process.

The sound of Jeremy screaming, snapped me out of it. But it was too late. Before I knew what was happening, Stefan had me pinned against the opposite wall, while Elena was sitting with Jeremy, his arm hanging limp, from the dislocated shoulder, and bent at an odd angle, because of the break. He wasn't looking at me.

"Jeremy?" I whispered. But I didn't try to move. Stefan was stronger now that he was drinking human blood again. He pulled me forward from the wall about an inch and slammed me back into it. I felt something crack and I couldn't tell if it was the wall or my skull. I was completely numb.

Stefan looked towards the door. "DAMON!" He shouted. In an instant Damon was standing in the doorway taking in the scene: Stefan pinning me to the wall, and Elena holding Jeremy on the floor. At some stage someone must have switched off the music – because the room was silent except for Jeremy's pain filled sobs. Damon turned his attention back to me and took two steps forward.

"I've got him, Damon. He's not fighting!" Stefan said to his brother, as he advanced. "Help Jeremy!"

Damon stopped and blinked. He nodded and turned towards Jeremy. I watched in horror as Damon knelt down next to the Gilbert siblings. He bit down on his wrist and offered it to Jeremy. I could feel myself losing control again – my rage taking over. Stefan sensed it too.

"Calm down, Tyler." He said to me. "His blood will heal Jeremy... you KNOW that!" I was helpless as Jeremy, still not looking at me, latched his mouth onto Damon's wrist and drank the blood flowing from his veins. His earlier words came rushing back: I wanted to turn for her... Tears blurred my vision as I slammed my own head against the wall behind me. Jeremy had tried to kill himself so that he could become a vampire... Vampires drink blood... Jeremy... Vampire... I opened my eyes to see Jeremy still sucking blood from Damon's wrist, a trickle of blood running from the corner of his mouth, down his chin.

"That's enough, Jeremy." Damon said pulling his wrist from Jeremy's mouth. I felt ice cold as I watched Jeremy lean forward, not wanting to let go of it, not wanting to stop drinking Damon's blood. Damon put his hand on Jeremy's shoulder and pushed him back as Elena pulled him towards her. "Jeremy! That's enough!" Damon scolded, holding his wrist up so that he didn't bleed all over the floor. Jeremy blinked a few times, looking around, and as his eyes fell on me, he unconsciously licked the blood from his lips. I felt something rip inside me. Jeremy... Vampire... I hate you, Lockwood...

I gathered all my strength and pushed against Stefan. He looked at my face and understood. Taking a step back he let go of me and I bolted through Jeremy's bedroom door and down the stairs, almost taking the front door off its hinges. I needed air... I couldn't breathe. I thought I heard someone call my name. I just kept running. Away from Jeremy. I wanted to turn for her... I couldn't think straight. My instinct took over and I tried to fight it. Vampires... Enemies... Jeremy... Lover...oh God...hearing his arm snap under my fingers... Jeremy screaming... I hurt him... I WANTED to hurt him... I wanted to KILL him... Jeremy drinking Damon's blood... blood dripping from Jeremy's lips... Vampires... Enemies... NO!

I collapsed onto my knees and then leaned forward onto my hands. I felt it build inside me and I let it out... I screamed until I couldn't anymore, sobbing as I took large gulps of air and then screamed again. I wanted to turn for her... I heard Jeremy's voice in my head as clearly as if he was standing next to me. I thought I loved her... I actually turned around this time, thinking he was there. "Jeremy?" I sobbed before I could stop myself. Tyler?... Don't let go... I looked at my forearms where Jeremy had dug his nails into the skin, but the marks were already gone... healed. Don't... let... go... His voice echoed in my mind and I felt myself calm down. "I won't, babe." I whispered. "I won't ever let go."

I WANTED TO TURN FOR HER...! The voice in my head screamed at me.

"NO!" I stated forcefully, getting up. "He's MINE!"

I waited.

No voices.