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Jeremy walked across the deserted streets of Mystic Falls without a clear destination. His throat felt so dry and he was so thirsty as if he were in the middle of a desert without any water.
But there was not only this dry feeling in his throat also there was something in his stomach. He needed definitely something to eat and drink NOW, otherwise he would not make it any addition, there was this some kind of agonizing discomfort in his jaw.
Jeremy did not know where to go because there was nobody left for him. His legs did not want to walk anymore and he had to stop. Fortunately, there was a lantern nearby on which he could hold to. He swallowed, held tight and pressed his cheek on the cool lamp post. He gasped and could feel cold sweat on his forehead.
After a few minutes he was able to go further, arrived at the Mystic Grill to get something to drink there. But the Grill was already closed for like an hour. He slumped down, drained and covered his face with his hands. What are you going to do here? Jeremy startled and turned around. He sighed relievedly as he recognised Damon, who stood there, wearing his black leather jacket.
"I m not...-" , Jeremy said as he tried to get up, but almost fell down the staircase to the basement. But Damon took his arm and helped him to get up.
Damon supported him while Jeremy's legs began to shiver. Slowly, the vampire was able to understand what was going on with this young boy.
Damon kneeled down so that Jeremy could get on his back. "Hold on to me, I m going to get you away from here" , the vampire said in a cool voice and Jeremy didn't ask any questions and obeyed. He climbed on Damon's back, closed his eyes and held tight.
As Damon lay Jeremy on the old leather couch in the livingroom of the Salvatore Manson, Jeremy was able to open his eyes again. "Wow, finally you're awake. I thought you died in the meantime" , Damon said, smiling ironically. "But you're already dead though."
Jeremy did not listen to the words of the vampire carefully, he just looked around. "I am so fucking hungry. But I don't think there's anything for a human to eat."
Damon rolled his eyes as he sat down beside Jeremy. "You don't get it, do you? You are DEAD. Your body urges you to complete the transformation. You died while you had vampire blood in your body."
The brown-haired boy stared at the vampire and couldn't believe what he was saying there. He had been successful? He was going to turn into a vampire. "What do I have to do?"
Damon sighed and folded his arms. "You have to drink human blood. If you don't , you'll ... be really dead." He got up, walked around the room and talked to himself. "Damon, Damon. What have you done? Elena is going to kill you."
Jeremy smiled and got up as well. There was relief in his gaze. "I want to do it." Damon had told him he could switch off all emotions and all the pain if he wanted to. And he needed this after all these incidents. There wasn't anything he could live for. His heart was dead. But he was afraid of the death. As a vampire, he was able to live in some kind of way and to forget all the pain.
