I couldn't stop looking at his body, his dying body, but I did. I took the vial and put it on his bedside table, and then I took the remaining pills, collecting them all and returning them to their container. I sat on the edge of Jeremy's bed, looking at his face, I don't know how long did I do that but I guess I did it for quite a long time, because the next thing I heard was Elena making her up to her bedroom. I sighed, and moved a few stands of Jeremy's dark, soft hair from his eyes. I took my shoes off, and put my bag aside, looking at the bed one more time before making my decision. I slipped into bed and under the covers, warping Jeremy's arms around me, and I fell asleep, knowing that Jeremy will probably wake me up when he does, even if he won't mean to.

I was right, Jeremy was moving around the bed pretty badly only seconds before he woke up completely, which gave me time to wake up myself and get a couple of blood bags from my side bag. I put the bags beside me, like I was standing guard between them and newborn Jeremy. And I was. I remember the feeling of the craving the second you wake up from the change, you feel really hungry, but nothing really satisfies you until you had your first share of human blood, and of course , there was the little put off, if you don't drink human blood within the first few hours of awakening, you simply die.

I sat up, stroking his head soothingly, making sure not to talk too loud when I was whispering a lullaby my mother used to sing to me on sleepless nights as a child. Jeremy clearly was going to wake up slowly, a good thing too, I don't know how could I handle him should he woken up faster, he won't be as calm as he will be when he wakes up this slowly. The slower you get up, the slower the thirst for blood is consuming you.

Jeremy opened his eyes, and almost fell off his bed when he saw me over him, smiling. I laughed softly at his expression; he looked so cute when he was confused.

"Anna? What the fuck! Anna?" He said and I laughed out loud, almost waking up his sister and aunt.

"Relax, Jer, I will explain everything in a little while. Feeling a bit thirsty?" I asked him, knowing he probably was. Jeremy nodded, looking at me in wonder, and smiling.

"Am I dreaming?" He asked me. He looked so innocent that second that I actually shed a tear or two.

"No, Jer, I'm really here, now sit up, I want a good look at you, to see that everything is in place." I told him, he was so happy, to realize I was really there, so happy that he crashed me in a huge hug and didn't let go. After a few moments of getting used to the feeling of being suffocated I hugged him back, just as hard, sobbing out loud.

When we broke it up Jeremy was a little nervous, I could only guess what it was…

"What's wrong, Jer?" I asked him and he looked at his hands.

"I'm kind of hungry, and thirsty, yet I don't want to bit anyone." He said, he did make sense, I didn't think Jeremy would be one to bit anything that was on his way, like Damon does.

"There are alternatives, Jer. Stefan's animal diet, not recommended, really, it isn't. And there's my option, donated blood. Usually it comes cold but nothing a few seconds in a microwave won't fix…" I told him and he was obviously thinking about the options.

"How do I get donated blood?" Jeremy finally asked.

"You steal it, really, were you expecting it to be handed to you like that?" I asked him, holding out one of the bags that lied beside me, for him to take. Jeremy smiled at me and mumbled a thank you while tearing the bag and draining it from blood the next second.

"Want some more?" I asked him when I saw the look of pleasure on his face when he ingested the blood, I can't blame him, drinking blood is such a rush.

"Yeah, it's really good, it feels amazing, is anything comes even close to it?" He asked me while draining the next bag, though this time he was doing so in measured sips, obviously trying to make the bag drain slower, I can admire is strength, almost no newborn is able to do that.

"Yes," I answered him truthfully.

"What is it, is it close to the rush, or is it better?"

"Better." I told him, teasing him a bit.

"What is it?"

"Sex,"