After the death of his parents, Jeremy Gilbert ran away and met Alaric Saltzman. He's been living with him as Jeremy McQueen ever since, telling him he was adopted to avoid grieving his parents. Over time Alaric became more and more abusive. After a bad fight Jeremy decides he needs to get away before Alaric kills him. Believing Alaric when he says he'll never let Jeremy live without him, he fakes his drowning and runs away. Back home to his sister in Mystic Falls.

This will be very AU, I've bumped Jeremy's age up a year putting him a year younger than the others(16) This is going to be very WIP.

Warnings: Slash, Non-Con, Abuse, Language, Sexual Situations. Dark-ish Themes.

Pairings: Jeremy/Alaric, Jeremy/Tyler, Stefan/Elena/Damon (A little. Maybe.) I did say its a wip :P

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Jeremy gasps awake, eyes shooting open, gaze flickering around the room looking for him. He can feel blood dripping down from his hairline, gliding along his skin to soak into his hair. His searching gaze finds the vase he'd been hit with, the throbbing in his head a mocking reminder to duck next time. It's not until he moves to wipe the blood away that he notices the handcuffs. They jar his wrists, clanging loudly as they yank him back. Jeremy gasps at the noise, body going completely still as he stares at the door. Please don't let him have heard that. Pleasepleaseplease. His breath catches in his throat as the doorknob turns.

The door slams open to reveal Alaric standing there, face dark with anger as he stalks towards him. "I was beginning to think you would never wake up"

Jeremy stays quite, not sure what, if anything, he should say. He racks his mind for something. Anything. Trying to figure out what he'd done to anger him. The closer he gets the smaller Jeremy feels, legs drawing up as he scoots away up the bed only to be drug back by the ankle.

"Did you think I wouldn't know? I wouldn't see?" Rick hisses, tearing the sheet away.

Jeremy watches as he starts systematically removing his clothes. Knows that his punishment is being plotted out with every flick of the button. He shivers as Ricks gaze wanders his naked body.

"S..see what?" Jeremy stutters out as Rick crawls up to hover over him.

"You know what. Don't be stupid, Jeremy" Rick says, eyes narrowing in warning.

"But I didn't do anything" Jeremy pleads, crying out at the first slap.

"You know what you did!" Rick rages, slapping at him again before balling up his fist, moonlight glinting off his ring.

Jeremy sees the fist coming but theres nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. The cold grip of the handcuffs holding him prisoner. The blows rain down on him as he pleads with him to stop.

"Baby, please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to" He sobs out. He doesn't know what he's done. How he fucked up this time. But he'll admit to anything to make it stop.

Everything stops. The only sounds his quite sobs and Ricks harsh breathing. He looks up at him, tears spilling from his eyes, blood dripping from his bottom lip. His face is on fire, half his body throbbing, but he knows he still has a job to do. He waits for his cue. Waits to pretend he knows Rick didn't mean it. Jeremy has gotten good at pretending. All it takes is one look at Rick's eyes to know it's not over. The small smile on his face scares him, so at odds with the rage in his eyes. "Baby, please. I'm sorry. Please. Please don't. Please, I'm sorry." He whispers again and again as Rick presses between his legs. Drags his legs up and pins him where he wants him.

"Not yet your not. But you will be" Rick whispers in his ear. Thrusting into him cruelly.

Jeremy's screams fill the air, the only answer the mocking serenity of the waves outside the window.