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A/N – Please review, as I don't know if you are enjoying this or not.
Jeremy's POV.
I wake up in Damon's bed, I turn round to notice that the older man isn't there, as I sit up, neck starts to sting, I go over to the bathroom and look at my reflection in the mirror. It doesn't look that bad I thought. I grab a towel and start to clean the dry blood from my neck. I pretty much had to beg him to do it, I don't know why but I wanted to know what it felt like. At first it was a sharp sting but then it got enjoyable. Looks like I need to wear POLO shirts for a while. After I washed my face, I took another look in the mirror, I jump at seeing Damon in the reflection.
He was quiet this morning, which wasn't like him, not with me anyways. I asked him what was wrong, but he wouldn't tell me. Once I get him I find Tyler sitting on my porch. He starts smiling once he sees me. I walk past him and leave the front door open for him to come in.
"What's up?" I ask.
"Just thought I would stop by"
"At 10am?" I raise my eyebrow
"was out jogging, I was close by" he smiles.
He stares at me, looking at me like he wants to say something but doesn't know how to say it.
"So, Damon Salvatore?" he spits out.
"oh, don't you start, I've heard it all from my sister" I roll my eyes.
"Just be careful, I heard he's a dick"
"I guess you two have something in common then" I smirk.
Tyler ignores my insult and starts going on about school and football. You think he should know by now that I don't care.
Damon's POV.
I'm in the lounge enjoying my glass of blood, when my little brother walks into the room. Suddenly my mood changes. At first he doesn't say anything to me. He's still annoyed at the fact I'm sleeping with his girlfriends brother. And automatically think its an act to pull one over on him, my sad brother, not everything is about you. His stares start to annoy me.
"If you want to say something, just say it!" I moan.
"Why Jeremy?" he hits out
"Why Elena?"
He looks at me, startled, like I said the most shocking thing.
"Don't tell me you actually have feelings for him?" my brother asks in shock.
"and what if I do?"
"Damon!"
"Stefan!" I mock his broody look.
"you don't do feelings or humans for that matter!"
"maybe I do" I grin. I love annoying him like this.
"and what if this lasts huh? You going to stay with him when he gets old and you stay the same? Because that's not you"
I don't answer. I stare at my glass. Because I have thought about this, it's been on my mind since I woke up this morning. Stefan looks at me and clicks on to why I'm being quiet.
"Please tell me your not going to!" I say nothing. "Damon! You can't turn him! He's only a kid!"
"You were a year older than him when you turned" I stated.
"Yeah, and look how well that turned out" he reminded me.
I know I'm being selfish, but I can't bare the thought of spending my time with him and watch him getting older and finally dying. I don't want that. I even thought of doing it while he was sleeping, force him to drink my blood and one quick snap to the neck and he will live forever. Would he be able to accept what I done though? I know what it's like to be forced into turning, if I succeeded in doing it, would he make the choice to feed? And spend the rest of his life hating me. Was that a risk I was willing to take? I leave the lounge and head up to my bedroom. I want to be with Jeremy, but is he willing to do what it takes to be with me? I suppose I will find out soon.
I get to the Gilbert's home. When I see the Lockwood boy leaving. Jealousy really doesn't suit me. I knock on the door and smile when I see Jeremy open the door. Once we are in his room, I can't keep my hands off him. He pulls away from me.
"you seem to be in a better mood" he states.
"What ever do you mean?" I roll my eyes. I guess he wants to talk.
"you barely spoke two words to me, is it because you bit me?"
"No. I just wasn't in a chatty mood" I grab him and push him up against the door and start kissing his neck. I bite him a little and a bit of blood runs down. As my face turns, I pull away. Standing inches away from him, I pull out my arm and sink my teeth into it. He stares in horror as the blood drips onto the floor.
A/N – Sorry for the short chapter, just thought it fitted for me to end it here. What do you guys think? Do you think Jeremy should take his blood? Will he become a vampire? Would love to see your feedback!