Resurrection
A/N: Holy rusted-metal Batman! lol I can't believe all the favs and alerts I got with just one chapter! The reviews were great as well, a lil terse but still very nice. Thanks so much for giving me some feedback on my insane brainchild of a fic! :-) I can't take much credit though, the supreme acting talents of Ian Somerhalder, Nina Dobrev, Paul Wesley, and of course, Steven R. McQueen and Malese Jow are the sources of my inspiration for the characters. Although, I discovered an interesting performance of Nina's in the film Never Cry Werewolf. ;-} If you enjoy incredibly bad acting and crappy creature-features I highly recommend checking this out, it gave me a lot of laughs on a Saturday morning while studying for finals.
Disclaimer: Still don't own any part of The Vampire Diaries, but I plan on buying the DVD and soundtrack as soon as they come out. ;-} Caleb Arceneaux, like Elyse St. Clair, is mine though.
Chapter Rating: Mature (Language, violence, gore, and some sexuality)
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Chapter Two: Enter the Shadows
Jeremy slowed his frantic run as he reached the steps of the Salvatore boarding house. He pounded on the heavy, dark wood paneled door and waited all of five seconds before yanking on the bell rope hard enough to almost dislodge it from the brick wall. Still receiving no answer, he resumed his pounding on the door.
"Damon! Open up!" Jeremy shouted in between bouts of slamming his fist against the door.
He'd just about given up and was mentally debating how pissed off Damon would get if he broke a window to get inside, when the door abruptly swung inward. The action was so fast the teen barely had time to regain his balance and stop himself from toppling onto the floor. Jeremy almost wished he'd allowed himself to face plant as the lights from inside the house stabbed into his retinas like ice picks.
"This had better be extremely important, Jeremy. I'm a little busy," Damon muttered, standing shirtless in the doorway.
He eyed Damon warily, the mussed hair and bare chest letting him know exactly what the vampire had been doing. Shaking his head to clear the disturbing mental image, Jeremy focused on why he was there.
"I need to talk to you about something."
"Can it wait until a time when I don't…" Damon trailed off as he finally noticed how jittery the younger Gilbert was and that he retreated to the shadows to avoid looking into the light. His facial expression instantly shifted from mild annoyance to deathly serious. "Get inside now," he instructed, grabbing Jeremy by the shoulder and forcibly hauling him into the house.
"You stupid, selfish bastard!" the vampire hissed angrily, slamming the door shut and turning violently on the teenager. "After everything that's happened, you drank vampire blood! Do you have any idea what the hell you've just done to yourself? What you've done to Elena?"
"Not everything is about Elena! And you told me it'd be easier this way!" Jeremy shot back, his newly explosive temper revealing itself.
"I didn't think you'd be stupid enough to actually try turning! You know what it did to Vicki. How'd you even get the blood? Stefan and I are the only vampires left in town and neither of us would ever give you any," Damon demanded, pacing a tight line on the carpet.
"Anna," was the simple response.
"Damn it, Jeremy, you are a complete pain in the ass," the black-haired Salvatore laughed humorlessly. He scrubbed his hands hard over his face, blue eyes flickering rapidly about as if looking for inspiration. "Have you fed yet?"
"No, is that why I feel so weird?"
"Weird how?" Damon folded his arms over his chest and scrutinized him intently.
"I keep getting really angry about things. And I wanted to…hurt…my uncle and drink his blood," Jeremy reluctantly confessed, clenching his fists at the memory, then realizing he had no idea how Johnathan had died in his kitchen.
"That's part of turning. Everything is a lot more intense, you can't control your emotions right off the bat. You'll have to stay away from anyone that's going to trigger strong feelings: love, lust, hate, all that. But first, you need to feed and fast. How long ago did you die?"
Jeremy was momentarily shocked by the odd question but recovered, "Um, maybe half an hour ago."
"Okay, wait here. I'll be back in a minute," Damon ordered, staring stonily into the teen's face to impress upon him the seriousness of the situation.
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Damon cursed under his breath the entire way back to his bedroom. Jeremy Gilbert really would be the death of him; he couldn't very well let the dumbass die—it'd crush Elena—but helping her brother become a vampire wouldn't exactly endear him to her either. And things between them had been going so well…
"What was that all about?" Katherine inquired from his bed, a thin sheet drawn up to cover her nakedness.
This definitely wouldn't help.
"Nothing you need to worry about. Sorry, but someone else gets to use me tonight instead of you," Damon replied sarcastically, shooting her a wry grin over his shoulder as he searched the floor for his shirt.
She pouted at his dismissal, but crawled across the bed, dragging the sheet with her. Damon finally spotted his shirt hanging off a lamp shade and hastily retrieved it. Katherine stepped in front of him as he pulled it on, intentionally holding the sheet tantalizingly low over her breasts and giving him the look that'd never failed to make him melt. Damon pointedly ignored both sights she offered him, focusing instead on tying his boot laces. Just as he finished and stood, Katherine wrapped her arms around his neck, forcing him to meet her gaze.
"Would you really rather spend the night with some guy or me?" she murmured softly, twining the hair at the nape of his neck around her fingers.
The female vampire peered up at him from beneath her lowered lashes, soft dark hair curling around her angelic face like a demented halo. Damon controlled his expression, he wanted nothing more than to spend the night with her, he'd dreamed of little else for 145 years. But with what he knew of Katherine now—namely that she hadn't been imprisoned in a tomb all that time waiting for his valiant rescue, instead she'd been perfectly fine and avoiding him—he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing how much she affected him. Sex was one thing, but he'd be damned before he let Katherine Pierce worm her way back into his heart.
"Somehow I think I'd be better off with him," Damon retorted coldly.
"I don't know what you've been doing over the past century and a half, but I didn't think men were suddenly on your menu," she shot back. "I know you've missed me, Damon, and believe it or not I've missed this," Katherine pressed against him suggestively, making it abundantly clear that their closeness was the only thing holding up the sheet, "but if you'd rather go 'fishing' with your buddy downstairs, be my guest."
Maybe he could just scrounge Jeremy up a blood packet and lock him in the cellar for the night, Damon thought momentarily, but immediately rebuked himself for it. This was his mess and he had to clean it up, scantily clad vampire seductresses be damned.
But before he could escape, Katherine shifted in his arms and the sheet slipped to the floor between them.
"Oops," she breathed against his chin, smirking victoriously as she pulled him toward her for a kiss.
He crushed her nude form against him as their mouths moved hungrily against each other, tongues brushing and stroking. Damon eventually broke the kiss, resting his forehead against hers.
"Tempting…but not your best work, Katherine. I don't know what you've been doing over the past century and a half, but I've definitely had better," he whispered callously.
The elder Salvatore released her abruptly, delighting in the insulted expression on her face before strolling to the door, snagging his trademark black leather jacket on the way.
"Oh, Damon," Katherine called as he reached the doorway, berry colored lips curling into that man-eating grin again, "your fly's open."
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Stefan Salvatore stared up at the clock in the hospital hallway for the fifth time that minute as he worked a rut into the black and white checkerboard pattern linoleum with his pacing. Elena had told him on the phone to wait for her here over an hour ago. He'd called her twice to see what the holdup was and got her voicemail both times. He didn't want to jump to the conclusion that something bad had happened—she'd said she wanted to talk to Jeremy first, maybe they were finally having a real talk and he didn't want to interrupt that—but with everything that'd already occurred tonight, Elena being in danger wouldn't exactly be an outlandish scenario.
With every minute that passed and she didn't walk in the door, he had to fight the urge to go running to her house. The only thing that kept him in the hospital was the nagging thought that he might be smothering her. Stefan was sure Elena had noticed his jealousy over her friendship with Damon, and combined with all the sacrifices she'd made for her boyfriend recently—allowing him to drink her blood, talking him out of his suicidal guilt after he began detoxing from human blood, to name a few—he felt like he might be overwhelming her. He had to give her some space to breathe or risk losing her.
Stefan already had Damon trying to throw as many monkey wrenches into their relationship as possible, he really didn't need to sabotage things himself.
Growling in frustration, he resigned himself to staying put in the hospital as Elena had asked. At least for another twenty minutes, he decided. After that he'd rather seem like an overbearing boyfriend than allow any harm to come to her. Stefan stopped his pacing, opting instead to lean rigidly against the wall with his hands stuffed deep in his jeans' pockets. He'd just checked the clock again as Elena entered the glass hospital doors.
Feeling all worry lift off him, Stefan immediately approached her, a relieved smile breaking across his face. She didn't look up as he came toward her, eyes focusing on the floor as she walked dazedly into the hospital.
"Elena?" he called to get her attention, confusion and panic knitting his brows together.
She glanced up, expression blank as though she hadn't realized anyone else was even around her. "Stefan? What're you doing here?"
"You asked me to meet you here on the phone earlier. Are you all right?" he asked, placing his hands lightly on her shoulders and letting his eyes scan her quickly, searching for injuries. Finding none, he focused on her face, instantly recognizing pain and sorrow in her gaze.
"No. Katherine was at the house…" she murmured softly.
Stefan was dumbstruck a moment, then a frisson of anger coursed through him. "Did she do anything to you?" he demanded, hands tightening on her shoulders.
Elena winced slightly at the pressure on her upper arms, and he immediately loosened his hold, but she still responded to his question. "Not to me. She killed Johnathan. She killed my father, Stefan."
Tears filled her vision once again and a sob welled up in her throat as soon as she finished speaking.
Wordlessly, he pulled her into an embrace and she gratefully buried her face in his chest. She wasn't sure if it was the comfort of his arms, the soothing words he whispered, or just the shock finally wearing off, but this time she allowed herself to cry openly. At the house, tears had formed and a few had even slipped down her cheeks, but Elena hadn't really been able to process everything, it'd all happened too fast.
As if almost seeing Damon and Stefan die in the fire earlier that night wasn't bad enough, she'd met her vampire twin—who'd just murdered her father—and Jeremy had turned. She didn't have much concrete evidence of that last one, but her instincts told her it was true. The way he'd reacted to the blood on the floor, swallowing convulsively like someone in the desert at the sight of water instead of screaming or trying to call for help, said it all.
Stefan rubbed soft circles into her back as he led her over to a bench, never releasing her. She wasn't sure how long they sat there, her weeping and him holding her, but finally no more tears came to her eyes. He didn't let her go immediately, instead he waited until the sobs stopped shaking her frame before allowing Elena to pull slightly back.
"Do you feel up to telling me what happened?" he questioned gently, staring seriously into her eyes.
She nodded weakly, wiping her nose on the back of her hand. "I came home and Katherine was in the kitchen with Johnathan. She'd stolen my clothes, I guess to get invited in the house, and she'd stabbed him to death," her voice wavered as she related how her father had died and Stefan took her hand, squeezing it slightly in a silent gesture of comfort.
Elena breathed deeply, willing the tears and sobs away, and continued, "She said he'd 'served his purpose' and that he was dangerous because he hates vampires so much. That's why she killed him."
"Katherine didn't say anything else to you? Didn't threaten you?" Stefan lightly prodded.
"No, she didn't threaten me in so many words. She did say we'd meet again though," Elena replied confusedly, looking up at her boyfriend for some sort of insight.
Stefan remained silent but she noticed his jaw clench tightly.
"That's not all that happened," she began, reluctant to voice her thoughts, as though speaking them aloud would make her fears come true. "Jeremy acted strange. When he saw the blood on the floor, he looked at it like he wanted to…drink it."
Elena could feel his body tense at her words before he asked, "Did he?"
"No, he ran off. But I think he's…going through what Vicki did," she dropped her voice to a whisper at the end for fear of being overheard.
"Any idea where he would go?"
She shook her head miserably.
"Don't worry, Elena," he assured her, pulling her into his arms again. "I'll find Jeremy."
"And when you do, then what? There're only two options, right?"
"I know," Stefan sighed into her hair.
"I can't lose him too, Stefan," she said, tilting her head back to meet his eyes.
"You won't," he promised, pressing a light kiss to her forehead.
XXX
"Where are we going?" Jeremy demanded from the passenger seat of Damon's 1969 SS Chevrolet Camaro convertible as they sped toward the outskirts of Mystic Falls.
"To get you something to eat," Damon replied vaguely, eyes never leaving the road.
"I have to kill someone, right?" the younger occupant of the vehicle asked uneasily.
"No, just feeding on human blood will do it."
"Then why are we driving all the way out here? We could just grab somebody in town," Jeremy wondered aloud.
"Because your first time you will be tempted to kill who you feed on and this town has had enough vampire excitement for one night. Unless you wanna get caught and join Anna and the others," Damon joked, grinning insincerely.
"Don't talk about her," Jeremy growled angrily.
"Or what, little vampire-in-training? You'll kick my ass? Helpful tip: older vampires are always stronger. I've got 145 years on you and your emo-attitude, so shut up and do what I tell you. I'm only helping you for Elena's sake. And maybe Anna's too, she wasn't so bad near the end."
Damon could see Jeremy's fists clench atop his knees beside him at his reference to Anna's death and decided to ease up on the taunting.
The kid had had a pretty rough go of it lately, most of which had been Damon's fault, either directly or indirectly. The caustic wave of guilt that welled up in his chest almost surprised him; he'd felt the emotion far too often of late for his liking. Turning Vicki had indisputably been one of the cruelest actions he'd done to affect Jeremy, but not being able to intervene when Johnathan Gilbert staked Anna bothered him more than he wanted to admit.
Not that the kid would be getting another apology out of him any time soon. Damon figured walking Jeremy through the turning process and making sure he didn't do any lasting damage to himself or vampires at large would karmically balance everything out.
They drove in silence until Damon whipped the arctic blue Camaro into the gravel parking lot of a bar he knew far, far off the beaten path. It was a ramshackle building entirely hidden from view by a grove of towering old live oaks that grew along the entrance, making it invisible to all who didn't already know where it was. The patrons of the place dabbled in much harder and more illicit substances than mere alcohol on the premises and were understandably a bit reluctant to call the police for any reason, which had been a major deciding factor in Damon choosing it. That and junkies never really gave the most detail-oriented descriptions of attackers.
"Here's what's gonna happen," the vampire began, parking then killing the engine, "I'm heading in there to find you someone and you'll wait in the car until I come get you."
Jeremy nodded grimly and stared straight ahead, clearly not looking forward to the next part of the turning process. Having no comforting remark conveniently in mind, Damon left the car and silently strode into the bar.
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Stefan sped through the front door of his house and shouted, "Damon?"
He'd already checked Elena's house, the graveyard, Mystic Grill, the high school, and the woods for Jeremy and found nothing. He would rather not involve Damon in this, but if Jeremy truly was transitioning into a vampire Stefan needed all the help he could get to contain this, especially another vampire. Getting no response, he trekked throughout the house searching his brother's favorite spots—the liquor sideboard and Damon's bedroom topping the list—only to find them empty.
Perfect. Damon would be out the one time Stefan actually wanted to see him.
He dug his cell phone out of his jeans and was about to dial Damon's number when a noise from his own bedroom interrupted him. Thinking Damon had decided to redecorate for him again, he stalked upstairs to his room. Instead of finding his older brother tearing his bedroom apart, he discovered Katherine, clad in jeans and a low-cut long-sleeved shirt, standing beside his desk, intently examining her own photograph.
Completely unprepared for her presence, he skidded to a stop just inside the doorway.
She glanced up at his entrance, purple-pink lips curving into a smirk. "Harboring fond memories of us, Stefan?" Katherine inquired, holding up the picture of herself from 1864 as evidence.
"'Fond' is hardly how I'd describe it, Katherine," Stefan bit out, forcibly tamping down his anger about her encounter with Elena.
"Ooh, how surly time away from me has made you two," she cooed, dropping the photo on the desk and circling around it toward him. "And to think you once promised to love me forever."
"That was before I knew who you really were," he shot back, taking a step away from her for every one she took in his direction.
"You almost got me locked away for 145 years in that tomb with the others and you want to get all holier-than-thou with me?" Katherine retorted, a sliver of anger marring her beautiful features. But just as quickly as the ire had come, it melted back to amusement a moment later.
"That's just your father talking, I'm sure. I wanted so badly to tear his throat out for what he did to me, but then I found out that you got to him first," she laughed then, tossing her head back with mirth. "Feeding on your own father to turn…that was so impressive. I never would've thought you'd have it in you, Stefan."
He dropped his head in shame, then jerked it back up as he felt Katherine flit across the room and stop right in front of him. She linked her arms around his neck and closed the remaining distance between their bodies. He leaned as far away from her as possible, knowing he couldn't break her grip on him unless she wanted him to—which she clearly didn't.
"I met Elena today," she whispered. "She's not exactly like me, but it's still pretty flattering that you picked a girl that's my mirror image to fall in love with."
"Elena is nothing like you, Katherine," Stefan snarled.
"Except the being my twin part," the female vampire chuckled. "But she does remind me a bit of myself when I was human. I wonder what she'd be like as one of us…" Katherine mused sadistically.
"Don't you dare touch her," he hissed, eyes darkening and fangs barred.
"You'd be willing to die for her?" she asked, surprised. "Hmmm, maybe she is more like me than I gave her credit for."
"What do you mean?" Stefan demanded.
"Just that she's got both you and Damon wrapped around her fingers like I did back in 1864," Katherine said, eyes wide in an expression of pseudo-innocence.
"She and Damon are only friends," he replied almost automatically.
"Really? Do 'friends' here kiss each other good night with tongue?" she questioned with feigned ignorance, reveling in the pained expression her words brought to Stefan's face.
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Jeremy was practically hyperventilating when Damon finally exited the bar with a petite brunette in tow. She tripped over her own feet and almost fell, giggling hysterically at herself as he righted her and led her away from the bar; her actions clearly expressing her inebriated state. Damon caught Jeremy's gaze and motioned for him to join them. The teen took a deep breath to calm himself then opened the passenger door and walked toward the couple.
"Tiffany, this is my friend, Jeremy. Jeremy, meet Tiffany," Damon handled the introductions, gesturing between them with one hand while the other remained on the woman's arm to keep her steady.
"You're cute," she sniggered, eyeing the younger man with open appreciation.
Jeremy shifted his weight uncomfortably under her scrutiny, shoving his hands into his pockets instinctively.
"So where're we gonna do this?" Tiffany asked abruptly, looking from Damon to Jeremy and back.
"Just a little ways over here," Damon replied with a smile, steering her away from the bar toward the shelter of the surrounding trees.
"Does she know what's going to happen?" Jeremy demanded harshly, eyes wide with shock.
"She thinks we're going to sell her drugs," the vampire whispered quickly before escorting the drunken woman across the gravel lot.
Jeremy followed dutifully behind them, apprehension building with every step as the reality of what he was about to do fully dawned on him. When they reached the oak grove, Tiffany clawed at her purse, laughing at her own clumsiness as she attempted to remove her wallet. "So whaddya got?" she eagerly inquired of Damon.
"He's the one that's got the stuff." Damon nodded toward Jeremy and the woman turned to him.
The instant her back was to him, the vampire pounced. Jeremy looked on as Damon's eyes darkened, veins branching out across his lower lids, and his fangs descended. He forced himself to keep watching as Damon bit into the woman's neck, hand clamping over her mouth to smother any cries. She stiffened in his arms with the initial strike, then struggled once fear set in, her wide brown eyes boring imploringly into Jeremy's own. After a few moments, her resistance became increasingly feeble and Damon removed his hand from her mouth.
The vampire lifted his face to Jeremy, blood glistening on his lips, and held the limp woman out to him.
"Your turn."
Jeremy hesitated, warring with himself. The scent of her blood called to him, promising to quench the ache in his stomach, but the same nagging humanity that'd prompted him to refuse Anna's offer to escape Mystic Falls with her was revolted at the prospect of drinking that poor woman's blood.
"She's not going to stay quiet for much longer," Damon interrupted his thoughts.
The teen reached out and pulled her into his arms, her head lolling back and eyes fluttering. As her dark locks spread across his forearm, Jeremy was reminded of how Anna's hair had fanned out over his chest and sheets when they'd slept together. He scrunched his eyes shut as the memory sent a fresh rush of agony through him. Once again the blood enticed him and this time he succumbed to it, wanting—needing—to drown the pain out.
He cradled the woman's limp body to his chest and locked his lips over the bite on her neck. His taste buds exploded as the blood touched them, not with the usual tangy metallic taste of the fluid that he remembered but with a whole new flavor. It was better than anything he'd ever had before. Drugs, sex, even a combination of the two, nothing had satisfied like this. Jeremy tightened his grip on her, bringing her throat to a better angle as he sucked harder on the wound, drawing more delicious blood into his mouth. A sudden pain shot through his gums, but he ignored it, too focused on drinking.
It seemed like a mere moment later that Damon was drawing him away from the woman's neck. He fought to keep going, but was no match for the older vampire's strength. Jeremy glared at the other man as he turned the woman in his arms.
"Tiffany, wake up. Look at me," Damon commanded, giving her a slight shake. Once she opened her eyes, he stared intently into them. "You got high, had a great trip, and now we're going to take you to your car. You're too wasted to drive, call a cab and go home. You fell and hurt your neck trying to walk across the lot, so I'm going to carry you. The wound isn't that bad, but make sure you bandage it up when you get home. Keep the mark hidden until it heals. And you won't remember either of us after we leave."
"Okay," she sighed dreamily, instantly relaxing against him.
Damon picked her up and started back to the parking lot with her smiling in his arms.
"That was the compulsion thing, right?" Jeremy asked, hurrying after them.
"Yes, I'll teach you how to do it to cover your tracks," Damon replied. "You might wanna wipe that blood off your mouth," he pointed out as he unlocked the door to Tiffany's car, eased the woman down onto the backseat and placed her cell phone in her hand.
Jeremy spied his reflection in the window; momentarily stunned by the sight of his newly red eyes and the elongated canines in his mouth, he forgot the blood on his lips. Instead he experimentally traced over the veins trailing down his cheekbones, jumping at the sensation it caused.
"Don't worry, it's obviously not permanent." Damon gestured to his own face. "It'll go away in a minute."
Jeremy jogged after the other vampire as he strode toward where his Camaro was parked, licking his lips instead of wiping them. The ache hadn't left his stomach entirely, but it was muted now. The best part was he was too distracted by everything around him and all the impending knowledge he had yet to learn to brood about Anna and his pain.
"I wanna know everything I can do," Jeremy announced as he slid into the passenger seat.
"One thing at a time, young Jedi," Damon smirked at the teen's eagerness; he liked this version of the younger Gilbert a lot better than the whiny emo-teen.
XXX
New Orleans, Louisiana
Elyse barely noticed when her apartment door opened and her boyfriend, Caleb Arceneaux, entered, juggling his keys and two large cups of coffee as he kicked the door shut behind him.
"Elyse, chérie, what's all dis?" he asked, confusedly regarding all the lit candles and circled pentagram she'd drawn in chalk on the floor at the foot of their bed.
"Something happened t' Anna," she replied distractedly from her kneeling position on the floor, flipping rapidly through an old leather-bound book.
"Anna? We haven't heard from her in ages," Caleb said, handing her a coffee cup—which she immediately set aside.
Finding the page she sought, Elyse read through it carefully twice and then reached for the athamé she'd placed next to the pentagram. Chanting quietly, the brunette sliced the tip of her index finger lightly, hissing momentarily in pain, but never stopping her recitation. She gripped the ruby amulet dangling from the silver chain she now wore tightly with her other hand and held her bleeding one above a blank piece of paper. The candles around her on the floor flickered and the stone glowed dimly between her fingers, the crimson light it cast rivaling the bright color of the blood dripping from her finger to the paper.
She finished chanting and peered through the candlelight at the paper. Faintly scrawled in blood on the page were the words: "Grayson Gilbert, M.D. Mystic Falls, Virginia."
Caleb quirked his head to the side to read them himself from his perch on the bed behind her. "'Mystic Falls?' I'm guessing dat's where de something happened t' Anna?"
"Yeah, and dat's where we're headed."
A/N: Well, there's the next chapter! Hope you enjoyed it! Yes, it was a little exposition heavy, but I felt it was sorta necessary. And I wanted to spend some time with Jeremy and his turning—especially since Damon was the one showing him how to be a vampire. When Damon taunts Jeremy in "Founder's Day" was one of my favorite scenes of the series, so I just couldn't resist throwing those two together. ;-) Anna's reappearance is getting closer with each chapter, so please be patient. I loved Anna and she will be back as soon as the story allows, which will hopefully be very soon. In the meantime, tell me what you think about this update. How'd you like the vampire bonding with Damon and Jeremy? Or Katherine having fun with Damon and Stefan? Tell me what you liked and disliked, constructive criticism helps me write a lot better. Plus, the more comments I get the faster I'll write… lol
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