Title:Untitled

Authoress:superhackaninja5

Rating:M

Summary:What if, in order to be with the one you loved, you had to lose everything first?What would you do in order to get revenge on a world that cast you out simply because of your sexuality?Jeremy Gilbert gave up his family, his friends and his life as a human to be with Damon. Now he wants compensation. And he's giving into his vampiric urges in order to get it.

Warnings:blood, gore, smut, slash, lemons, probably rape, lots of graphic death, extreme language, dark themes and mature content.

Note:Yeah, I was bored and hanging out in my room while re-watching s2ep6 of TVD "Plan B" and I got a good idea for a Daremy fic. I haven't really decided what's going to happen or even what it's going to be called yet, but I thought I'd post it to see what people thought. So read and review please. This is also going be a Jeremy-centric fic for the most part, with maybe a chapter or two in Damon or someone else's POV. It's also my first time writing a fic where Damon isn't some sort of higher form of vampire with powers that no one else has so things are definitely going to be different.


This is not going to be your typical vampire-human love story where everything resolves itself and everyone gets a relatively happy ending. Though it is a love story, it is not one of the ones where things turn out hunky-dory for the protagonist, overcoming all adversity and living happily ever after.

I was the human of this story and I lost everything more than once since all of this started. I've had my world ripped apart, had everything and everyone I used to call my family taken away from me, all because I didn't love the person I was supposed to-all because I didn't conform to the expectations everyone had of me at the beginning, which was most likely to meet a nice girl, settle down, have a chandelier and a house full of kids.

Instead, I fell in love with Damon Salvatore.

Not only were we both male, but he is a vampire. And, at the time, he was the most selfish, heartless, violent, sarcastic and merciless asshole you would ever meet.

Yet, somehow he managed to worm his way into my heart. Granted, he's not like that anymore, but that's beside the point

At first, I thought what I felt for him was just admiration;because he was the kind of guy that I had always wanted to be. Self-assured, strong, confident, smart and laid back, strutting around like nothing mattered to him. Like he could do anything he wanted and there would be no fallout, no repercussions, nothing that would make him regret his actions..

That impression quickly passed, though, when I began to think about him a lot more often than I should have been. I had dreams about him and woke up in the morning with his name on my lips more than once.

Oddly, though, all that didn't worry me as much as it should have. On the contrary, it actually felt kind of...good. That in and of itself should have warned me that things were about to blow up in my face,

I came to him one night, intending on finding out once and for all what I could do about my feelings when he was in love with my sister. Or, at least,when everyone seemed to think he was.

The first words to come out of his mouth when I showed up at his front door were "What the hell are you doing here?"

I should have left the second I detected the open hostility in his normally perfectly composed tone, but my legs had refused to move. So I stayed and replied to his question in as calm a manner as I could muster.

"I need to talk to you."

I had seen the barest flicker of interest in his steel-blue eyes before they had fallen impassive once again. "And why do I need to talk to you?"he'd retorted carelessly, still with his hand on the door, like he'd close the door in a split-second if I didn't give him a good enough reason.

Again, I knew I should back down, changed my mind and departed before Damon could hurt me. Something kept me from doing so, though and I just couldn't stop the words from coming out of my mouth.

"I want to ask you something and I'd kind of prefer not to do it out in the open,"I'd told him vaguely, being deliberately ambiguous so he would have to find out what my intentions were.

He'd given me an impassive once-over at that, appearing torn between hearing me out and sending me away.

"Why?What could you possibly want to ask me that you wouldn't want anyone else to hear?"he'd quipped smoothly, eyes flashing with an almost suggestive gleam.

"Are you gonna let me in or not?"I'd sighed with feigned resignation;I knew I'd caught his attention then because he finally stood aside to let me pass.

Once I got inside his house, he reappeared in front of me, preventing me from going any further than the entranceway.

"You have five seconds, little Gilbert,"he'd whispered next to my ear, his hand loosely gripping the collar of my shirt. "Ask me whatever it is you want then get out."

I had to swallow hard so I wouldn't lose my nerve before throwing caution to the winds and pressing my lips to his, hard.

I was so sure he'd push me away and be all scandalized and then tell me to get out again, but he defied my expectations and pulled me closer, licking his way into my mouth and turning the kiss bruising.

"Took you long enough,"he'd laughed huskily against my lips and there was something about the tone of his voice that lead me to believe that maybe it wasn't Elena who he'd been in love with all this time. And it was that impression that prompted me to say the four words that would forever seal my fate.

"I love you, Damon."

That was how all of this began. That same night, Damon told me he loved me, too and we started a whirlwind affair that lasted for several months before anyone found out about it.

My sister was the first one to catch us and she told her boyfriend, who also happened to be Damon's younger brother. They did everything in their power to convince me that it wasn't real, that Damon didn't truly care about me, that it was all just one of his twisted games. But I wouldn't hear it;eventually, I just stopped talking to them altogether and just started avoiding them.

Damon became my world;I'd spend whole days at a time with him, kissing him, talking to him about random, innocuous things and revelling in the fact that I finally had someone who wasn't going to be taken away from me the second things got good.

Little did I know what it would end up costing me to keep that.

A year after we got together, tragedy struck;my sister, my aunt and both my parents died, murdered by an old enemy of Damon's who was willing to do anything to hurt him. Suddenly, I had no home and no one, except Damon.

He and his brother kept me alive;once Stefan finally accepted that I wasn't going to stay away from Damon no matter what he said or did to keep us apart, he helped Damon take care of me-but, barely a week later, we lost him, too.

Together, Damon and I managed to get rid of the person who was killing everyone close to us, but the damage was done;we both had no one but each other.

We left Mystic Falls, but I found it impossible to move on. I begged Damon to do something, to make the hurt stop. So he consented to make me like him-to turn me into a vampire.

It wasn't a simple process:I had to feed on his blood, then die, then feed on a human, but I wanted it so desperately that I didn't care.

I died in Damon's arms on the night of April 24th, 2012 and rose the next morning, a new creature.

A vampire.

I fed before the next day was out;I made the choice to complete the transition and to give eternity with Damon a shot.

He showed me so much about being a vampire that I never knew before, including all the things his brother had given up when he decided to stop drinking human blood. I lost myself in the throes of the bloodlust and my humanity all but vanished. Except for one thing:my love for Damon would never be extinguished. Instead, it burned all the brighter once I became a vampire. It burns brighter still.

That brings us to the present.I have only been a vampire for nearly two years, but it already felt like I had been one for and I are still together;we've gone beyond fledgling and creator now;he is my everything-my friend, my lover, my partner and my soul mate. If it wasn't for him, I would have never made it through all the Hell I was forced to endure, high school included.

But staying with him didn't come without a cost-and it had been one so high that, if I were still able to truly feel, would still haunt me to this day. However, I don't worry about things like that anymore. I choose to live in the moment. And this moment is going to be the moment where everything changes again.

Now is the time for me to make my mark on this Earth.

The world will remember the name of Jeremy Gilbert;count on it.


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