Another chapter^^.
And it's still SO damn short. But I promise they're gonna get longer.
A HUGE thanks goes to Avecia, of course, for her amazing work as my beta.
And ANOTHER one, to all my readers – especially the ones who left me reviews. I LIVE for them, people *gg*.
And now: Spoilers for season one, and I own nothing, and I GET nothing. I just have my fun messing with them^^.
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After dumping John (and his fingers) somewhere in the woods, he made quick work of the blood.
As the kitchen finally lost its Friday the 13th look, he sat in the living room and waited – trying as hard as he could not to think about the last few days (and obviously failing).
He should call Stefan or look for Jenna and Jeremy. He should give the teacher a short memo that the town was – once again – in danger of ending up as an all-you-can-eat snack bar.
Hell, he'll have to call in a council meeting. And what a torture trip that'll be…
How to explain to a bunch of vampire-phobics that there was an exact replica of Elena Gilbert on the loose – only far, far less pleasant. Far less human.
And how he came by this information?
He either had to do some very creative story-telling… or tell the truth.
Bitch. Comes back here as if it's her goddamn birthright…
Suddenly there came a loud, crashing sound from upstairs. And yelling, followed by even more crashing.
He was on his feet and up the stairs in less than a blink, trying to locate the sound.
Then Elena came out of her room, hair still dripping wet clad only in a bathrobe.
"Jeremy's room." Was all she said before she made a dash for it – only to halt her steps in shock a few moments later.
The whole room was upside down – clothes ripped out of the closet, books on the floor and ripped sketches strewn about.
And amidst all this chaos there was Jeremy, heaving hard breaths and a look on his face that nearly scared him.
His eyes had such a hard edge; it was a task not to flinch at them. And they were trained on Elena, with a hatred in them, even he couldn't even muster when interacting with Stefan, most of the time.
"You… this is all your fault. Why couldn't you… I tried so hard to….. fuck!"
He looked at Elena, trying to find out if the rambling made any sense to her, but she looked just as puzzled as he felt.
And Jeremy just stood there, hands balled into fists, rage and pain and such hate radiating off him.
That's when his eyes - and nose - caught something through the open door on the bathroom counter.
It was a vial, remnants of blood still clinging to the glass. Right beside it an empty pill bottle.
He closed his eyes, hoping it was something, anything other than he thought.
But no, the faint smell, nearly buried under the stench of John's blood, was definitely vampire.
He barely caught himself before he burst out laughing.
The kid had tried to turn himself. Of course the vampire blood in his system healed any damage the pills had done.
He was this close to just grant this idiot his wish and snap his neck.
I should have known that the boy wouldn't have asked the questions he had without reason.
Seems like he could do nothing right today, every thing, his whole life, Elena's life tumbling down in shatters around him.
"Jeremy what…"
She sounded so vulnerable; it hurt him. Deep down to his very core.
In one night John had try to kill her boyfriend, was killed himself, Katherine came back to wreak havoc… and not one of those things got her to break. But her damn brother had her nearly on her knees in less than a minute.
She was afraid, worried – and judging by the hitch in her voice, close to tears.
"Don't. Just… don't. It was you. Everything I ever had – you took it from me. My parents would still be here – if it weren't for you. Vicky? Still safe and sound. But you just had to fall for a vampire, and drag everyone down with you. And Anna. Uncle John wanted you safe from your precious Stefan and Damon. But they are still here. Only Anna was killed, not them. It comes all down to you… It should have been you, you know? I wish you never would've made it out of that car."
As Jeremy finished his little speech, Elena just stood there, silent tears running down her face.
"Oh. Okay… Night, Jeremy."
Her voice sounded tiny and broken, but all he could do was stare after her as she turned around and left the room. The next thing he heard was her door as she closed and locked it.
Now it was just Damon and Jeremy, silently staring at each other, neither knowing what to do or say.
He wished he could kill the boy. Rip him apart; show him what he just did to Elena.
But again, his actions would only hurt her, because even as Jeremy lashed out on her, he'd seen the love and concern for her brother in her eyes.
He had no clue how long he stood there, but later – hours later – he would regret not going after her immediately.
Because as he finally got the courage to enter her room, the only thing he found was her diary on the bed, and a note atop of it.
Just a few lines, written in her neat, tiny scrawl, signed with nothing but a 'Goodbye'.
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Hope you liked it – I wasn't so sure about this chapter. I made Jeremy say a few REALLY nasty things, but I promise, I have my reasons for it^^.
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Zora