Thanks for the encouraging reviews. And, for those of you who haven't figure out where this is going, consider this your SLASH warning! Oh, and this story may contain spoilers from Seasons One and Two.
He could feel the vampire's eyes boring into the back of his head. Jeremy rolled his eyes and simultaneously scowled. It wasn't the first time he had seen, or rather felt, Damon's hypnotic eyes on him. What was wrong with this dude? Seriously. Wasn't killing Jeremy once enough already? Why the continued 'hate-on'? Jeremy had made a point of staying away from that angry, condescending demon unless communication with Damon was absolutely necessary.
Jeremy had lost the thread of Bonnie's need-for-perfection-while –performing-spells incantation. Shaking off his musings, he turned slightly, just in time to catch Damon's backside disappearing into the men's room. And lost it. Decided he'd had enough.
Standing abruptly, he threw a vague apology in the general direction of the startled witch and strode across the diner after the object of his confusion. Jeremy paused briefly, hand on the restroom door. What the hell was he going to say? "Stop staring at me, it's creeping me out"? Somehow that sounded rather lame, even to himself. He shrugged, threw back his shoulders and pushed open the heavy door.
Damon was leaning forward across the sink counter, forehead resting against the mirror, arms on either side of his head supporting himself on the wall. He didn't move as Jeremy approached. Jeremy's heart began to beat loudly and quickly. "Shit" he thought, "Just great. He'll hear that. So much for cool, calm and collected." With each step he took across the small space, his fear mounted. This was beginning to seem like a really bad idea.
Then, he was being held up by the throat, feet dangling awkwardly off the floor. Jeremy kept forgetting how quickly these creatures moved when provoked. He flashed back to a similar situation. That hadn't ended well for Jeremy. Involuntarily he rolled the ring around his finger. Yep, thank God, still there.
Blinking rapidly, he glanced down. Damon's human mask was stripped. Dead eyes glared up at him, dark veins stood juxtaposed against frozen white skin. And those fangs. As the vampire let loose a low, guttural growl unlike any sound even imagined by a Hollywood horror movie, Jeremy felt his stomach drop. To the bottom of his unsupported feet.