When Jeremy woke there was a perfect moment of peace, just like after his parents had died, then yesterday came crashing down. In truth most of it was a blur that was anchored by seven words and the twisting pain in his chest that had slammed back in full force like a gaping tear.

He clutched at his chest, trying to drag air into his lungs, short and ragged and tears started to fall as he suffocated under the panic attack.

He never felt himself being moved, never heard the soothing words or soft hands against his skin trying to sooth the pain away. What he did feel was the sharp fangs sinking into his skin and the pain was a burst of clarity that let him breath and then there was a stinging itch that lingered and he savoured it, silently thanking someone when it turned into a burn that made him tremble.

Wiping away the tears he realised that Finn was on one side of him, nuzzling into his neck, murmuring sweet nothings that made him smile and on the other was Klaus, slight traces of blood around his mouth that he wiped away quickly. So the burn was the werewolf venom coursing through his veins. What did it say about him that it felt so good? Oh yeah he had a masochistic streak and a love for danger that was getting to be unhealthy.

Klaus pressed a kiss to the wound before copying his brother and the human relaxed into them, breathing and thinking, letting everything sink in, starting to adapt to it while he had something to keep him stable.

He knew it was a while before Kol dived onto the bed and they started laughing, the elder originals throwing pillows at him. He let himself fall back as feathers started to fly and Kol started screeching for mercy, laughing as his brothers tickled him.

He watched as they fell into a pile on the bed, surrounded by feathers and made sure to etch each detail into his mind, it was a moment he had to capture. He leaned over and grabbed one of his sketch books and began.

Absently he noticed them moving about the room, bickering with each other until they were finished clearing the feathers away and making sure Elijah wouldn't kill them.

Every so often his hand drifted up, brushing over the bite, a small surge of pleasure spreading through his vein, he knew it would have to be healed but he really didn't want to.

Kol chuckled to himself before draping himself over their human. Yes he was theirs and nobody was going to say different. Wrapping himself around the teen, nuzzling into his stomach, knowing Jeremy would pay attention to him once the sketch was done.

There was the sound of a book connecting with the side and a hand weaved through his hair.

"Okay what are you up to?" The teen jumped as teeth nipped his abs through his shirt. Jeremy narrowed his eyes as Kol grinned up at him.

"Nothing, just love knowing you're a masochistic." The youngest original teased moving up the humans body until he was at eyes level.

Jeremy nodded slowly before a grin spread over his lips and it made the original shiver as the hand in his hair tightened.

Suddenly Jeremy moved, biting down hard on the junction between the vampires throat and shoulder and relished the moan he made and the taste of blood on his tongue as he broke the skin.

He rolled them over, biting down harder, making him moan again and Kol's body bucked, wanting more friction but the human pulled back with a blood stained grin and left him there. Kol finally registered his brothers who were laughing at him.

"I hate you both."

They just laughed harder.

In the shower Jeremy groaned, letting the water loosened the last of the tension out of his muscles. The sting on his shoulder made him moan and he realised how long it had been since he had sex and right now he really wanted it.

He leaned back against the tile and sighed, bringing his hand up to his shoulder, pressing into the wound and feeling his heart race. The burn was incredible and spread out over his entire shoulder, and his wound throbbed in the most delicious way.

It was a slow build of pleasure with the prolonged pain as he tightened his grip, beginning with shivers that turned into trembles. His whole body slowly lighting up as the pain created pleasure until he was on the edge, just needing that one last push.

He brought his arm up and clamped his teeth down on it, the sharp searing pain as he almost broke the skin and it was just enough to make his eyes roll back as he came.

Jeremy gasped for breath as the world came back into focus, sliding down the tiles as cum and venom tainted blood slid down the drain.

Forget drugs, there was no high like pain and even as the come down made him shake, nearly sobbing as the tears rolled down it was perfect, because even with the crash he could let his emotions out without feeling like he was going to shatter, he wished he'd discovered this before his parents died but it was unfortunately one of the upsides to having all to violent vampires in his life.

As he slowly levelled out the brunette stood, stretching as best he could without making the bite bleed more, it was a waste without somebody to drink it before he cleaned up properly.

Jeremy had just shut off the shower and tied a towel around his waist when there was a knock on the door, it slowly opened and Klaus looked through, a smile on his lips.

"You okay Jeremy?" There was a slight worry edging his otherwise light tone and it made Jeremy give the blond that sweet, soft smile that made the originals melt, dear goddess what have they become.

"I'm good Klaus, thanks." The vampire walked forward, sliding his arms around the younger's waist as the human studied his shoulder.

The wound was darker than it should have been and the skin around it paler, hardly noticeable but his artists eye picked it up without difficulty, of course the main give away to himself was the ever spreading burn that was starting to enter his lungs and making it hard to breath.

"Though I do have a question. Why are you guys the only people who don't call me Jere?" And it was a fact, even Rebekah and Kol had started calling him that.

"Why don't you call me Nik?" Came the rebuff.

"That's different." The brunette shook his head slightly. "Only your family calls you Nik, it's special, with me Jere just means familiarity."

Klaus chuckled, biting into his wrist and bringing it up to the teens lips and repressed a shiver as that talented tongue traced patterns over his skin, sucking lightly as warm brown eyes fluttered closed.

"You make a fair point Jere." The teen grinned, moving out of his hold to grab another towel and rubbing it over still dripping hair. "But just so you know I don't mind you calling me Nik."

When Jeremy looked at the Original again it was like he was the sun, bright and warm, pulling everything into his orbit.

"Thanks Nik." And he leaned forward, kissing the hybrid the same way he always did, like Niklaus was something valuable, to be treasured and he did it to all of them and for that alone, they'd never let him go.

"No love, thank you." The blond gently cupped the humans head, drawing him into a long slow kiss. Gentle caresses that made Jeremy shiver, a soft moan slipping free.

The pretty boy blushed the most adorable shade of pink before kicking the original out so he could get changed.

Klaus however was floating on cloud nine and didn't even care when Kol started teasing him, Finn just sitting back with a book in his hand, catching up on the things he'd missed.