Author's note: I decided to write this story about Jeremy and Stefan after I noticed there weren't many fics for the pairing. Since VD is in a weird place with both Stefan and Jeremy, this story will take place about a month after the season two finale, and I won't be following the season three storyline. Also, disregard the season two cliffhanger, Anna and Vicki won't be a part of this story. Critics are welcome since I'm really trying to evolve in my writing, so feel free to review.
Warnings: Slash, graphic content will be present in later chapters, and non-cannon.
The rain pattered against the window pane as I drew a monster-like creature from a recurring dream I've been having. It was a mixture between a rabid dog and a vampire. Something about the beast was eerily familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen it. I stared at the sketch for several minutes, trying to figure out why it was in my mind.
I was pulled out of my thoughts when Elena busted into my room. "Jer, I'm going somewhere with Damon. Will you be alright?"
I closed my sketch book and put it away in my desk. "Yeah. I'll be fine."
She looked me over. "Are you high again?"
I didn't stop myself from rolling my eyes. "No, Elena. I'm just tired." I was telling her the truth, but I could tell she wasn't buying it. "I told you, I'm not doing that stuff anymore."
"Okay. I don't know when I'll be back, so just order pizza or something for dinner."
"Elena, I'm not five. I can take care of myself, alright?"
"Alright. Sorry. I'll see you later."
She walked out of my room. A minute later I heard a car honking, then the door slammed shut. I looked outside to see Elena walking to Damon's car. He had that annoying smirk on his face. You'd think that after his brother gave up his life in turn for his, he would be a little greatful and not try to go after Elena. I guess that's not how Damon operates.
Stefan had been gone for over a month. Elena and Damon went out almost everyday following leads to where he was, but they never found him. Personally, I think Damon just wanted some alone time with Elena. He knew how far-gone Stefan was, so he was laying the ground work for when Elena realized Stefan wasn't coming home.
Everyone's gone now. Jenna's dead. Alaric's in Tennessee or something hunting vampires. Bonnie moved away with her father to New York. She just couldn't take it anymore. I don't blame her. I would give anything to leave this place. Everything here reminds me of the fact that I'm completely alone. The only reason I haven't hopped on a bus to escape this place is Elena. If I left, she would be here alone with Damon. I'm not sure that she would care much that I left since we've been distant since the night of the ritual, but I know that if I left, she would go straight into Damon's arms.
I've lost count of how many times I've been sitting in bed in the middle of the night, and decided to pack up my things and leave Mystic Falls. I never make it past the front door.
"Jeremy." I heard Elena call from downstairs. I hadn't heard the door open, but I figured it was just because I wasn't paying attention. I walked out of my room and went down the stairs two at a time.
"I didn't hear you come in," I said.
"That's because I didn't use the door." As Elena turned around I became aware that the girl standing in my kitchen wasn't Elena. It was Katherine.