I'm letting Damon talk to Jeremy. He asked me to wait in my room seeing as Jeremy still hates me right now. I'm doing just as he asked, I'm not in Jeremy's room. I am in our shared bathroom listening in on the conversation though. I have to admit that I'm surprised Damon wanted to break the news to him.

It breaks my heart though. I know that Jeremy was truly happy with Anna. After everything with Vicki and how I had Damon erase Jeremy's memory of Vicki…I felt like he would never truly be happy again. That the way he was acting was just a mask to hide the pain that is still there. Anna made him happy though, she made him really smile again.

I wanted so much, so many times to run to Jeremy to tell him to stay away from her. That was for his safety though. I always stopped myself though because who am I to tell him that? I've been with two. I feel a pang in my chest at the thought. I can trust Damon though; I was learning to trust Anna, for Jeremy.

I'm trying not to have my body completely smashed up against the door but I am leaning towards it with my hair tucked behind my ear. I hold my breath for a moment to try to listen to their whispered voices.

"I have to tell you something Jeremy." Even from this distance, even without seeing it, I can hear the pain in his voice.

"What do you want?" Jeremy is still made, letting his anger show. I don't blame him though but he shouldn't be mad at Damon, he just did what I had asked those months ago.

"A…Anna is dead." The words are blunt. I flinch at the sound.

"I figured as much when they took her away." Jeremy's voice doesn't break at all. What I thought would have been filled with sadness is filled with rage. I can hear Jeremy messing around with items on his desk that's not too far from the bathroom door.

"I watched her die tonight." His voice is becoming distant. I'm not too sure if he is talking to himself or Jeremy anymore.

"Why are you telling me this?" I can hear the clank of whatever Jeremy was holding hit his desk with force.

"I'm telling you this because for the first time in over a hundred years I wanted to help someone. The only thing that I could think while I was down there in basement with the other vampires is how I wanted nothing more than to be able to run to her and stop her from being staked. I wanted to save her for you Jeremy, I know that you loved her. What I've realized in the past few weeks is that no one deserves to have the person that they love being ripped away from them." There is a moment of silence between Damon and Jeremy. My heart would break into a thousand pieces right now if it were possible. Its hurting me even more how this is effecting Damon. In a way though, it's the side of him that I have always known was there.

"Is it hard for you? Right now I mean, to be feeling all of this?" The anger is gone from Jeremy's voice.

"Its torturing. The whole time I have been a vampire I have never once let myself feel this way. I spent over a century not worrying about anyone except for myself. Now I see why Stefan sat around brooding all of the time." There is a small laugh at the end of his sentence, almost like a small smile in his voice. "I wont resort to that though. Yes this is different, but I'm trying, trying to do the right thing. I just wanted to let you know, that if I could have saved her tonight I would have done it."

"You can just shut off feeling all of this?"

"Like that." I hear the snap of Damon's fingers. "Its how we exist. Its who we are. Anna though, obviously had let her emotions show when she first met you. She really did love you." The words are meant to be comforting but I'm not too sure exactly how Jeremy is taking them.

"Thank you." Jeremy says. I rush away from the door and into my bedroom practically throwing myself onto my bed. The door from the bathroom opens up with Damon walking through it. He looks weak, even though he wont really admit it but I know that he is covering it up. Damon walks over to the bed sitting down on the edge next to where I have my whole body laid out. I look up at him with worry as he gives me a small smile.

"Thank you." Damon says to me, just making my look of worry turn into confusion. The look on my face makes his smile become wider for a moment before it completely disappears from his chiseled features. "At some point you decided that I was worth saving, despite everything that I have done. I never deserved anything that you've done for me and I still don't. The night after the tomb though, my mind was spinning. I thought about killing everyone in the town. Ripping everyone's throats out. Then I thought about taking my rampage across the world until I found her. Not to be with her though, so I could save Katherine for last. Then something happened, there you were with a sadness in your eyes that looked deeper than mine. Before I knew it your arms were wrapped around me. I felt something that night. You stopped me from all the crazy thoughts that were running through my mind that night. I went home and it was you that I thought about, not her."

"There was also Georgia." I say the words quietly as flashbacks of the night replay in my head. Damon smirks at me but I can tell the effort that all of this is taking with the vervain still coursing through his blood. I sit up on the bed with my body next to his. His legs are hanging off of the edges as I am sitting with my body faced towards his side forcing him to turn when he speak to me.

"There was Georgia, you saved me that night from dying. I was surprised. Even before then though, even before I was doused in gasoline with you pleading for my life. When I saw that you had disappeared I was worried for you. The thought of even losing you then brought something up in me. Then I heard your voice, it was so soothing even in that moment when I had found you. Your voice rang out so clear though when you were trying to save me. Then I was laying there on the ground and the only thought running through my head was if you were going to be ok. You saved me Elena."

My eyes are burning with hot tears that I am trying to push back.

"It was that night in Georgia that I realized I couldn't let anything happen to you. Even when Stefan spent his time trying to deceive you I was always thinking about a way to…I don't know…be friends with you at the least. I saw how hurt you were but there was a part of me that strongly believed that there was so much more to you than that. That you were doing all of this because of someone that you loved. I understood that. No one else did, I felt like you needed that one person. That you needed me. You looked so lost inside yourself, I was the only one that could see it. " One of the tears has slowly fallen down the side of my check, the tear turning cold as it falls further. Damon wipes the lone tear away with his thumb as the rest of his fingers are gently resting on my cheek. His forehead is now resting on mine.

"I thought that once I was dead that all my emotions were gone. I had convinced myself that Katherine is what I needed. You though, you make me feel alive again. I can feel it inside of me, almost incinerating. Your love for me fills me when the blood in my body is fading. I never believed anything after I turned, but I believe in this." His voice is a whisper. They're words I had been craving to hear. I close the distance between us, pressing my lips against his. The kiss is soft at first but Damon quickly intensifies it, pushing his lips hard against mine.

I fall back onto the bed with Damon's body pressed hard against mine. The rush of blood to my head leaves me winded and wanting more. His hands are moving fast across my curves. I breathe heavily as his hand makes its way under my shirt. My skin is burning against his touch. I can feel my lips bruising from both of us furiously working against each other. I like the pain it brings though. Feeling his pressure on me.

His hand slides underneath my bra with ease letting his fingers free to roam. I shiver from his touch running across my breasts. His hands are soft but the force behind them sends me over the edge. I moan out in pleasure as Damon buries his face into my neck. Feeling his breathing alone there causes my breathing to quicken. My chest rises and falls with him still on top of me. I slide my hands down to the waistband of his pants, searching for the button. My fingers fumble as I feel his lips trace light kisses down my neck to my collar bone.

Damon is a lot faster at this than I am. My pants are already unzipped as his fingers are sliding them down from around my waist then down my thighs. My jeans brushing against my skin till they are all the way off with the cool air of my room hitting my now bare legs. I've finally undone the button, his black slacks slide off easily. I can already feel myself wet as I feel him hard pressed between my thighs. I moan out again. Damon wastes no time as my underwear is ripped in half off of me. My eyes widen in shock but at the same time I am enticed.

Damon pulls himself away from my neck so his light blue eyes are bearing into my dark ones. He takes one hand and runs it up through my long hair, leaving his fingers entwined in it. I bite my bottom lip hard as I feel him thrust himself into me. There is an urgency and a need rushing off of him. The thrusts become harder and faster. I have to dig my nails hard into the flesh of his back to keep myself from moving too much from his force. Despite the pace I can feel myself becoming warmer and even wetter around him. The friction between us courses through me.

I can feel a change happen in him. The pure love that was coming from him a few moments ago has changed. I try to place what it is but its hard to concentrate when he feels so amazing inside of me. I try to push the thought aside and focus on nothing but Damon.

His dark hair has fallen around the sides of his face making the contrast of his dark hair and his pale skin beautiful. Damon leans down again placing his lips on the nape of my neck. I've never felt such a weakness on my own body but every time he gets near there, either just a small breath from him or his lips makes my whole body quiver in need.

"Damon…" I moan his name, my own voice sounding sultry. I hear the change the same time I feel his fangs brush against my neck. I hold my breath while Damon rests his mouth against my neck giving me one small moment to object. I don't though. I keep my breath held waiting for the impact.

His teeth break into my skin quickly, I can hear the tear of my own flesh. I arch my back in pain and pleasure. Damon continues to push himself in and out of me as he continues to drink from my neck. I take one hand and run it up through his soft tresses. I grab a handful and pull tightly as my other hand continues to claw into his back. My breathing is rapid as my hips are moving with his. I can feel myself ready to hit the rapture of it all. One more thrust is all it takes as my whole body shakes with my voice calling out his name. Damon takes one last drink from me as he releases spilling himself inside of me.

My body immediately begins to relax along with Damon's. I can feel his tongue running over the wound on my neck licking up the last traces of blood that were still lingering there. Damon places a soft kiss on my neck before finally moving his lips towards mine. The kiss is soft, his lips stay on mine for a long moment, I relish in it. Damon finally pulls out of me then laying himself next to me. I move myself to his arm is wrapped around me with my head resting on his chest. I let my eyes close as a smile rests on my face.


Jeremy Gilbert laid in his bed, his body going into shock. The bottle of pills that he just downed already working their way into his system. The mixture with Anna's blood was making his body hot, his skin was starting to look clammy. He could feel the moisture seeping out of his skin, he assumed that was from the over dosage of pills.

The window to Jeremy's room blew open quickly letting a breeze in his room roll over his over heating body. Jeremy welcomed the cold against his burning flesh. The drapes to his window were billowing furiously. Jeremy moved his eyes away from his window, letting them close. Jeremy opened them back up a moment later when the cool breeze disappeared. The window was now shut, curtains unmoved. Confusion flashes across his face as he moved his eyes to the foot of his bed.

There she was, her fair porcelain skin illuminated by the small lamp that was on the night stand next to the bed. Her dark brown hair in lose waves hanging around her face. Her dark eyes to match her hair. In this moment she was more beautiful then Jeremy could remember.

Anna's face was that of confusion as she scanned over Jeremy's condition. Her eyes finally landing on his face where his eyes seemed gone but the smile was a fraction of the one he used to have.

"They said that you died." Was all that Jeremy said, the pills reacting faster than he thought. Anna looked over at his nightstand where the pill bottle was tipped on its side, a few pills still spilling out of it and onto the counter. Anna realized in that moment that Jeremy had taken them to die.

Anna rushes up to his side, her hands wrapping around his arms.

"Jeremy, did you take the blood?" Her voice ridden with panic.

"You're so beautiful." Jeremy takes his hand reaching it out to the side of Anna's face, his fingertips lightly grazing her skin. Anna shakes her head lightly as she tries to shake Jeremy like it will get a real response out of him.

"Did you take the blood?" Her voice is fierce and full of determination this time.

"I love you Anna." The words make her drop her hands from his body. Jeremy closes his eyes, his hand going limp at his side. Anna stands there for a moment in shock. Quickly coming to, she puts her wrist to her mouth tearing at her skin, exposing a now open vein with crimson liquid pouring out of it.

Anna sits herself on top of Jeremy, her legs straddling his sides. She puts her wrist down to his mouth, his lips lightly part as she forces the blood inside his mouth. She can feel his faint heart beat pulsing against her. Jeremy subconsciously drinks the blood coming out of her rest. Anna lets herself relax for a moment. She pulls her wrist away from his mouth. Jeremy's eyes are still closed and his head is turned to the side, his breathing shallow.

Anna runs her hands up to his neck, letting them rest there for a moment. Her fingertips begin to enclose tightly on Jeremy's throat. His eyes open in shock as his body tries to resist the pressure against his windpipe. Anna doesn't falter though as she keeps her small fingers tight around his throat, just increasing the pressure she was applying. Within a minute Jeremy's body has given up. Anna waits for his heartbeat to completely stop before releasing her fingers from his throat as she smiles lightly down at him.

Anna leans down, her lips hovering above Jeremy's. Her lips close down on top of his in a short kiss, his lips still warm from the blood that was coursing through them.