AN: Hello! This will be a story in which Jeremy becomes a vampire following the events of the Season 1 finale. This story is going to be long, and there won't be a whole lot of Jyler interaction in the beginning. So if you bear with me I promise I will reward you in the end. If you have read my other story you will know what I am talking about. Enjoy!
Jeremy awoke.
He was still lying on his bed in the same position he fell asleep in. The same position he died in. He had drank Anna's blood, taken Elena's pain meds out of the bathroom drawer, and swallowed every last white pill.
Anna's death had broken him. He couldn't take the loss of any more people dying on him. He just wanted the pain to go away. Damon had told him as a vampire he didn't have to feel the pain. He could turn it off if he wanted to, like a switch. Jeremy wanted that, he wanted to be able to make the pain go away whenever he wanted. He didn't want to feel claws of this cruel world anymore.
He sat up slowly, propping himself against the headboard as he took in the hundred signals his body was giving him that something was wrong. He had a killer headache and his teeth ached in his upper jaw. He was both extremely hungry and thirsty at the same time, yet somehow the feelings blended together becoming this confusing feeling of need. All this was something he expected, however. Anna had warned him of some of the things he would be feeling when he turned. Of course, she had planned on being there with him, but that was no longer possible. She was dead, for good this time. He would never see Anna again.
He rolled off his bed and reached under it for the small cooler he had hidden there. Inside he found the two bottles of blood Anna had given him in preparation for this night. He took one out and sat down on the edge of his bed and simply looked at the bottle of deep red blood in his hands.
He wasn't sure where Anna had gotten the blood, but right now he really didn't care. All he was concerned about right now was the tantalizing scent of blood that he could smell even through the tightly sealed bottle.
He knew what he was feeling right now. It was the thirst. It burned throughout his body, causing his veins to burn like fire and his teeth to ache even more than before, if possible. As he felt the hunger for blood building within him his eyes began to feel strange, like blood was rushing into them. His head snapped up as he looked at his reflection in the mirror on his bedroom wall. He was startled by what he saw there. The white of his eyes were now a blood red, causing his dark brown eyes to appear almost black in the dim lighting of his room. Veins around his eyes were popping out and he hurriedly opened his mouth when he felt sharp teeth pressing into his lip.
His hand involuntarily came up to his mouth as he marveled at the sharpness of his new fangs. He only examined them for a moment though, before looking back down at the bottle of blood in his hands. He knew what he had to do now. In order to complete the transformation he had to drink human blood.
He tentatively unscrewed the cap and brought the bottle to his lips. He'd tasted blood before. Anyone who had cut their finger and sucked away the blood had tasted it before. He knew it had a coppery metallic taste that made one feel like they were sucking on a penny. After he had taken his first sip, however, he knew this was no longer the case.
It was ecstasy. He had never tasted anything sweeter, or more delicious than this blood in his entire life. It was like the nectar of the gods, he thought as he quickly began to drink more.
Minutes later there were two empty bottle lying on his bedroom floor and he was standing in front of his mirror. He watched his reflection closely as his features slowly reverted back to their normal state.
Once his eyes were normal again he took a deep breath. It was done. He was a vampire now, and there was no turning back. Unless he died through violence, or exposed himself to sunlight, he would live to see the end of all things. Which could be in 2012 if the Mayans had it right.
All at once he became aware of his new senses. He was bombarded with the smells of his room and the ones next to it. He could smell the scented candles in Elena's room as easily as the dirty socks in his hamper two feet away from him. Next came the sounds. He could hear everything.
Including Elena's piercing scream that came from downstairs. His heart stopped beating at the sound, and his head snapped over to look at his closed door. He considered for only a moment before using his newfound speed and sprinted from the room.
To Be Continued...
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