He groaned. He felt like shit.
The pain was almost as bad as when Katherine drained him in the tomb. Over and over…ugh it was like a never ending cycle. But that didn't matter right now.
What mattered was that he was standing in the living room of the Salvatore boarding house watching his…..his what? Who was Caroline Forbes? Bonnie Bennett? Stefan Salvatore? Damon Salvatore? Katherine Pierce? Klaus Mikealson? Rebekah Mikealson? Elijah Mikealson? Kol Mikealson...Elena? Who were they to him? Family? Maybe once.. He scoffed at that. Friends? Ha! Good one.
He didn't know why he was here. To them he was useless. To them he was Elena's stupid little kid brother who got himself and others into more trouble than it was worth.
Damon yelling his name brought him back to the present. He rubbed his eyes. "Damon, can you for once, just not be an overbearing dickhead? For five seconds? Please I am begging you." He said while rubbing his eyes with the tips of his fingers, crossing his arms across his chest.
At the puzzled looks he was getting, he realized that may have been the more Ross side of him than he'd care to show to these people. He really needed to remember how to be Jeremy again.
"Why are you even here?" Damon asked, "I mean you're not useful, you can't fight, plus your very existence seems to cause trouble when you're around ANYTHING supernatural. " He said while ticking the list off his fingers.
Oh how much he would LOVE to prove him wrong. But he promised the others he wouldn't do anything. Considering the Originals would be none too happy and try to kill the five of them. He settled for glaring at Damon hoping he would drop it, before he did something he would later regret.
"Aww what's the matter Jer? Miss your ghostly lover? Not having much luck in the living department so you go for the dead." Damon made a tsk noise shaking his head. "Are you really that desperate?"
That set Jeremy off the edge. Fine he couldn't attack Damon physically but people seriously underestimate the power of words. Using the acting skills he was taught by the others he let his anger melt off him.
On the inside he was pissed, screaming mad and just wanted to throttle Damon. On the outside it looked as though he was amused. He let out a dry chuckle.
"Big words coming from a man who chased after someone for 100 years. Someone who could have cared less about your wellbeing. Someone who couldn't and still doesn't give a shit." As he spoke his words got edgier and lower.
He slowly walked forward. Not caring about the audience that he had. "Someone who chose your brother? Tell me Damon, how does it feel to be one upped by your little brother?"
He stopped walking; he was staring straight into his ice blue cold, severely pissed off eyes. Damon's glass tumbler shattered in his hand, Ice shards falling to the ground. Not giving him a chance to answer I continued. "At least all of my lovers loved me! You chase after girl after girl. I mean come on Damon!" I laughed jumping up and down. Before my voice became teasing and terrifying at once.
"I'm the desperate one? Please you try to hide it. You hide behind your big vampire muscles. Didn't you come here to destroy this town? What happened to big bad vampire Damon? Hmmm? Did you think that maybe if you got just a little bit nicer that would change the way people look at you?" I scoffed.
My voice dropped, Becoming a whisper. "Who loves you?" He heard laughter from behind me. I turned to see the Mikealson siblings looking seemingly amused. Klaus was laughing slightly. Rebekah was smiling shaking her head. Kol Wasn't even trying to calm his loud guffaws and Elijah was well….looking as amused as Elijah can.
"You know that was good. I needed I good laugh." Kol said. "Amazing how simple words can make you come undone so quickly Damon." Rebekah said. Her tongue wrapping every syllable.
I looked back at Damon and barely had time to react before I felt a hand around my throat and the familiar sensation of a wall behind my back. I rolled my eyes, "Really Damon? Got anything new?" I said.
Earning more laughter from the Originals.
I heard Stefan trying to reason with Damon. Damon snarled eyes growing black, veins popping out of his skin. I felt his hand grab mine ripping my ring off. "Let's see how well you do without the ring huh?"
He threw it at the window promptly smashing it. I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared I was absolutely terrified. I just didn't show it. I wore a bored expression. We had done this game before.
Danced along the lines seeing just how far the other would push. Apparently I had pushed a little too far send Damon over the edge.
He growled at my lack of response and shoved my head aside going for my neck. I gritted my teeth as his fangs punctured my skin. He wasn't even trying to stay in control I could feel my flesh being torn apart.
He brought me down to my knees, my legs not being strong enough to hold his body up anymore.
He pulled away hand wrapping around my throat once more. With a snarl he threw me across the room. I hit the fireplace smashing the vases or whatever they keep up there and fell through the coffee table landing on my stomach.
My eyes fluttered before darkness claimed me.