Ch: 64-69
Chapter 64
*Ring ring*
"A major part of me really wants to ignore this call. I mean, the dick didn't even show up after his brother was gone from the world, in order to check on his nephew and "niece", and now he's calling. I just know he's about to be on some grade-A bullshit. The fucking piss-ant." Jeremy rants to no one in particular, as he continues to let the phone ring in his free hand that's not holding the steering wheel.
Finally, after what felt like about ten minutes of listening to it ring, Jeremy, like the good person that he is, picks up the phone and politely asks,
{What the fuck do you want, Uncle John?}
{......Uh, hello Jeremy. It's.. well, clearly you know who it is. Is there a problem?} He listened to John speak in that nasally way that he does and Jeremy was surprised when he felt the strongest urge in his life to punch somebody across the face.
'I can't even use the excuse of pre-Jeremy anymore, no, that was all me. I think it's this dude's voice and the way I can picture his face moving as he talks. Ugh, why you gotta have such a punch-able voice, John?'
{No, no problem. Just wondering why you're calling me after being M.I.A. for months and not showing up to your brother's funeral. So... what the fuck is up, John?} Jeremy replied calmly, smoothly, casually. Knowing that there was a real possibility that not only could Isabel be present to hear his conversation, but Katherine as well.
'The odds are truly fucking crazy though. I just set up a meeting with her daughter and now I'm speaking to the only person that I know to have contact with her and a connection to me. What are the odds of that?'
{Oh, well, uh, *sigh* what do you want me to say, Jeremy. I've been busy. There are things that you don't yet understand. Responsibilities that I have to take now that your father is gone. But, I can promise you, I am honoring his memory.} John spoke, doing his best to convey sincerity. . . though, Jeremy honestly didn't give much of a fuck. Although....
'Oh right. I forgot how smooth this sumbitch could be when he wants to be. I'll need to watch out for that when we settle matters. Like who's the new top dog in the family and who gets the top dog bedroom. No way am I relinquishing my crown.'
{Sounds like bullshit} Jeremy says quickly. {But okay. That still hasn't answered my only question though. What do you want?}
The line was quiet for a moment and Jeremy could feel the pregnant pause in the air.
{*Sigh* I'd really like it if the two of us could sit down and have a talk. It will be a few weeks before I can make it into town, but when we do, you and I are going to sit down and have a long talk. Like we used to.} 'When?!' {Look forward to it, buddy. Oh, also, your Dad left behind a ring for me with hi things. I let him borrow it and now I need it back. It has our family crest on it. Have you seen it?}
'That wasn't smooth at all. The fuck. Unless I'm a crazy rich teen, that is not a move a non-panicky person would make. Meaning, it's likely he is only just getting into business with Katherine and realizing just how precariously of a thread he's walking when dealing with the woman. . . or he's about to part ways with Isobel and wants to give her his ring and pick up dad's. Either way, he's trouble.'
{Hmm, besides on dad's finger....} Jeremy began, ignoring all that other bull in favor of subtly showing the man that he knows exactly what he wants. {No, I haven't seen it. Though, if I had to guess, I would say it was buried with the old man. Sorry rookie.} Jeremy says, sounding less sorry and more bored throughout his explanation. Although, on the inside, he was laughing just a little bit at the thought of that little asshole coming to town and deciding that the first thing that he'll do is to dig up his brother's grave. 'What a fucking champ,' Jeremy thought, as he gave the champ a mental slow clap lathered in sarcasm.
{I see...} John responds, getting real quiet, like one does when they're thinking of a next move and being real obvious about it. 'This sumbitch doesn't take me seriously at all. First he pretends like we're all good and now he's not even pretending anymore, sumbitch. Candy ass donkey lovin sumbitch.' {Well, okay. Um, right, yeah, I'm looking forward to seeing you and your sister Jeremy. It's been too long since we've seen each other and family has to stick together. I'll see you both when I get to town. Bye.} And just like that, John was off being a waste of space somewhere else and Jeremy was left sitting there wondering just what type of fuckery his uncle would be bringing with him when he comes to town.
'Also, isn't that a little bit too soon for him to be making an appearance?' Jeremy thought as he checked the date and noted that he still should have way more time before he had to start dealing with that whole John, Isobel, Katherine, makes three nonsense. 'If they come to town now. . . I might have no choice but to put Katherine down, since I'm no where near strong enough to feel comfortable simply locking someone like her away and breathing a sigh of relief. Nah, she's way too slippery for that. *heavy sigh* Too bad. I really wanted to get to know her sexy ass without having to remove her head from her body.'
The car ride, or rather, the hunt continued for a while longer in silence. Only with the occassional remark or question coming from Qetsiyah, but nothing consequential or business related. He could see her attempting to subtly avoid topics that might "annoy" him, but most importantly, Emily, who seemed to be capable of spending hours upon hours just sitting back and thinkin in silence. A very commendable and creepy skill.
'I'm surrounded by fucking creeps and am only just realizing it. John, Emily, Qetsiyah and her insistence on a nickname, all creeps. I need to get my normal ass some more friends. . . . . speaking of which....'
Jeremy pulled out his phone and pressed the call button and waited until he heard an answer.
{I'm assuming you're here.} The woman on the other end of the phone spoke, getting straight to the point, before he could even say "hello". 'Fucking rude.'
{*Sigh* You're gorgeous, but that's no excuse for rudeness, Nadia. You're waaay too old to not have been taught manners.} He said, a little levity in his voice as he commented on a woman's age and received the expected growl in response.
{*Growl* I'm assuming you're he -} Jeremy cut her off, since she seemed so intent on getting straight to the point. Which, also told him that he should probably be expected the already expected double cross. . . which he was expecting.
{Yes, yes. I'm here. Parked in front of this creepy warehouse to meet a shady character. You. Any further questions?}
{Only one. What are you waiting for? Come in.} He heard Nadia speak, sounding way too pleased with not only herself, but with the situation, like a b-grade antagonist on a tv show.
{Hmmm, that's gonna be a hard pass. You sound way too sultry, like you're just moments away from finally being able to get in pants, for me to walk straight into this closed off warehouse.} Jeremy spoke, as he made his way to the trunk, and started assembling his bazooka. {Why don't you come out here instead. Less chance of me walking into an ambush that way, you know.} He took a few grenades out as well and removed the pins from them, but kept the switches locked in place as he waited.
{That's no problem. I wouldn't want you to get uncomfortable.} She spoke, once more sounding a little too sexy for no reason at all.
'Like who is she really trying to fool here and just how much does genetics factor into behavioral patterns, because this shit seems like it's straight out of Katherine's playbook on catching your enemies off guard 101. The fucking insects truly think they can come at me? At me, on some of their fuck shit? Nah, I don't think so.' It was with that thought and the sound of the warehouse's large door opening that Jeremy immediately activated his energy around his eyes in order to take a quick look, while at the same time lifting his bazooka onto his shoulder. 'Say hello to my little friend!'
The armament flew out of the bazooka and straight at the beautiful face that was opening the door and looking just, straight up astonished, at the sight before her eyes. Which was, a bazooka shell flying straight at her.
Naturally, she ducked under that shit, and turned and watched as it flew past her head, which is probably why she missed him bringing up the gun and firing a shot right at that speeding bazooka shell.
*Boom*
Only a few feet past where she was standing, the bullet caught up to the shell and immediately produced the desired results of a large explosion, causing Nadia to fly out of the warehouse and almost all the way to where the car was parked, as she flew through the air.
Immediately, Jeremy began picking up grenades and chunking them into the open door one after another, and sometimes up on the roof. A part of him told him that there was a possibility that Amara's statue could be inside and it would be a good idea for him to just walk in there and teleport out at the first sign of trouble, however what Jeremy has never said or told anyone is that there is probably only one thing in the entirety of his new world that truly made him feel on edge and that thing was, the possibility of someone messing with his head or making him do things that he didn't want to do, like if he were under compulsion.
It not only pissed him off, but it took away one of the things that he was most proud of.. his perfect control over his body.
So, when faced with the possibility of going up against body jumping piss-ants or the telepathic immortal ass-hat still stuck in a tomb on an island. Jeremy would always adopt a blow up shit first, talk never, approach. 'Just like now,' he thought as he continued to lob grenades and watch as the warehouse began to burn faster and faster and the roof began to cave in under the burning wood of the ceiling and the explosions over head.
It wasn't until he was well and truly satisfied that he glanced toward the front of the warehouse at the vampire clearly frozen in shock, and still seated where she landed, that he really felt like his work was done.
"Why are you looking so intently at that warehouse? Don't tell me, were there people in there!" Jeremy yelled the exclamation with his hands on the sides of his face like home alone, which really got a laugh out of him...mentally.
Nadia on the other hand... well she did not seem happy. Not at all. Especially if the way the veins were beginning to pop out around her eyes and she was getting all snarly were any indication. If they were, then Jeremy could truly say, with absolute certainty,
'I think I made her mad.'
Chapter 65
'Shadow Retraction,' Jeremy thought, as he recalled his shadow back under his body, no longer observing his surroundings and the inside of the warehouse.
"Nadia," Jeremy called to the vampire still seated on the concrete ground of the parking lot of the warehouse, "who were those six people inside that warehouse and why are they all dead now?"
Nadia's head whipped around to lock onto Jeremy with a hate-filled stare as she snarled and vampire sped off the ground and towards him.
Jeremy, for his part, just watched her move. His shadow already extending to his front and as soon as one of her feet stepped onto it, the shadow was instantly snaked up and around her entire body, minus the head.
When he felt she was within striking distance, he raised his hand and allowed her to run neck first right into it. His shadow binding her body the instant before her body met his hand, because no matter how badass he likes to be, he is perfectly aware that he can't yet tank a vampire her age with nothing more than an outstretched arm, and still walk away with that arm attached to his body.
So, he simply used the power of misdirection. Allowing her to think that it was his hand around her throat that caused her body to seize up. However, really, it was the darkness that had enveloped her being that from the outside, looked like she just ran right into the shade. A shade that has the power to hold her in place... for a limited time.
Which is why, Jeremy knew, no matter how casual a front he was making, that he needed to do this fast, lest he want to have no choice but to resort to more drastic, head-removal, methods.
"Urkkkrack, what.. did you.. do to me? I... can..t breath." Nadia rasped out, as Jeremy focused on tightening the shadow's grip where his hand was situated.
He shook his head in response to her jabber as he spoke, "No, no, no, Nadia. I asked you a question first. Now answer it."
He could see Nadia attempting to move her arms and reach them up to claw at her neck. Emily and Qetsiyah stood off to the side, invisible to the vampire, but no less impressed with the show of what Jeremy called Darkness manipulation and the intricate way in which he was applying it, in a show of force.
"So this is Katherine's daughter?" Emily voiced her question to the air, not really expecting a response, and then... not getting a response, since it was mostly just an observation. However, what she said next was less an observation and more-so a deduction. "Is the reason that she is still alive, because of the way she looks or because of who her mother is... since you can know what she knows, simply by killing her. No, you wouldn't care enough to inconvenience yourself for a literal stranger. This is about the way she looks." Her voice lacked any semblance of judgement or accusation, and yet, Jeremy could still somehow feel the stinging remarks aimed at his heart of hearts.
'Am I a. . . pervert?'
He tightened the shadow binding even further. His rage at the woman in front of him beginning to overtake his interest in reuniting her with her mother, now that Emily so brutally made him aware of his hypocrisy in the face of beauty and gender.
'But can I help it though? No, should I help it though? Aren't beautiful people allowed to get away with things that uggos aren't? Isn't that the entire format of our culture? Megan Fox is an actress for fucks sake! Yes... yes.. that's right. Beautiful can do and say anything and still be afforded chances others are not. Fuck you Emily and your judgement! Hypocrisy is the corner stone of any good relationship. Just look at fifty shades of grey. You can treat the world like it's straight up shit to be looked down upon, but throw a frumpy-ish beautiful woman in there and have her bite a pencil, and suddenly, shit has value in the world once more. Hypocrisy and beauty go hand in hand, for better or worse. However, that still doesn't excuse the fact that this bitch hasn't answered my question. . . Oh, she can't breath. My bad.'
It was with a huge gasp and a deep breath, for some reason, that the vampire regained the ability to allow air to pass through her throat, as Jeremy loosened his grip around her neck. Jeremy did his absolute best to not look embarrassed, while at the same time, avoiding all eye contact with his traveling companions.
"Right... so, yeah. Six people, in the warehouse, dead, who are they and why did they die?"
If looks could kill, Nadia still wouldn't have accomplished shit, because Jeremy is Immortal. However, she reeaaally did not look happy.
"They were my allies. The one's that you have been hunting. And they are dead, because you killed them." *Boom*
Jeremy slammed the woman held aloft in his hand, neck first onto the concrete ground, breaking both the ground and her neck upon impact. Then, he stood up and brushed off his hands. "No, they are dead, because they got in my way." He stepped over the knocked out vampire and proceeded to make his way towards the entrance of the warehouse. "Well, they are mostly all dead... except for one."
Instantly his hand was reaching into his pocket and his shadow was expanding once more.
Inside the warehouse, littered with the charred corpses of formerly alive witches, once witch, the one who was at the very back of the ^ let's call it arrow formation, and no doubt the most important one, and the only one that Jeremy did not throw a grenade towards, was writhing in pain. Her eyes focused on the entrance to the warehouse. Her eyes barely able to focus, however her hand was still raised in the air from her nearly sprawled position on the ground. No doubt believing that she could utter some one word nonsense spell and, at the very least, hurt whoever would be coming through that door.
Too bad for her.
The next thing she knew there was a hand around the back of neck, pulling her head back and pouring something into her mouth. Then, it was like the world was spinning, resulting in a brief instance of pain in her neck, and darkness directly after.
'That'll do it.' Jeremy thought, as he looked down at the soon to be transitioning vampire, and former witch.
Then, he looked around at the destruction he had wrought. The bodies thrown and dismembered loosely around each other, all with a look of pain or devastation upon their faces, as he smiled. 'All in a day's work.' Only to pause, directly after that thought, and allowing the feeling of accomplishment to eep away. 'Okay, now I know for certain that was not entirely in line with my thoughts or feelings. Though... I have always felt a sense of satisfaction after a job well done. And I do revel in besting those who think themselves capable, using tactics that most wouldn't think to employ because they're just so left field. I mean, who brings a knife to a chopstick fight? Well, I bring bazookas to magic fight! However, rarely have I ever felt such a feeling of peace come over me as I looked upon the foes that I vanquished. Nor have I ever once had the thought "foes that I vanquished" pass through my mind. Although, it's also true that I never really needed to do the job I did in the first place, and the only reason that I did it was because I liked the challenge it provided and the ability to put my life on the line and walk away the only one standing. Sooo, from that perspective, yeah, I might be a crazy person and it's simply finally catching up to me. Or... I could keep blaming my personality slips on whatever bloodline awakening I'm undergoing and whoever my ancestor is, and how crazy they probably were... are? Who cares, because I'm already doing it! Stop influencing my mind, you sumbitch! I'm a fucking professional! I take no pleasure in this shit! Fucking crazy person that one.' Jeremy thought as he began to walk among the corpses, using his foot to check if anything on their bodies survived the explosions and fire raging.
He looked around, only just now realizing that he had paid literally no attention to the fire burning all around him, whatsoever.
'I don't even really feel that heated. It's like I just stepped into a place without the AC on, but that's about it.' He bent down and brought his hand close to the flames. 'I know I can conjure flames... but those come form within me. However this... this is a whole new ball game. Am I immune to - ouch! Okay, not immune, but despite the sting, all it did was make my hand a little red, meaning my body more than likely becoming immune to the flames. Das Dope.'
Jeremy stood and dusted himself off. His body coated in shade as it danced all around him. Protecting his clothes from the flames as he stood amongst the death, allowing a feeling to become more and more prevalent, the longer he stood there.
'Hmmm, what is that. It's different from the feeling I get when there's a new immortal making itself known around me. No, this is something else. This feels... like it's a part of me.' He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths in and out, as he tried to connect with whatever it was in his surroundings that were making him feel like there was a connection to himself just outside of his reach. However, no matter how deep into his meditation he sunk, the feeling didn't change, nor did it feel like it was becoming stronger, or more identifiable.
He pulled himself out, and thought for only a moment. Then, he blinked once. His black eyes with specks of red, taking on a shade of purple as he once more looked at his surroundings.
'Are these... souls?'
Chapter 66
'Are these... souls?'
He couldn't help but take a startled step back, as his heart began to beat faster and faster in his chest.
'Okay, seriously, what the hell am I? It was all fun and games when I was just connecting to the darkness all around me, but no matter how much I want to play this shit off like it's no big deal, I can clearly feel myself becoming more and more bloodthirsty. Meaning, whoever it is that came before me, and who's power I'm making my own, were clearly a bloodthirsty sort of individual that I can feel straight up reveled in bloodshed. Well, all that was fine. Cool even. I mean, who doesn't like to kick some ass every now and then... but this.' He looked around at the swirling, floating, distorted forms hovering just over the dead bodies. The purple phantasms getting lighter and lighter by the moment, clearly either fading away or...
'They're being pulled away. To go where they will spend their afterlife. More than likely, the next time they appear, they'll be where ever the statue to Amara is in order to go to the other side. However, that still doesn't explain this feeling of connection I have to them. Am I some kind of demon? Will it take me over and extinguish my consciousness when I fully awaken and then, no more Super Jeremy? Can I really maintain my sanity if my instincts become guided by a thirst for battle, kicking ass in super messy ways, and just all out carnage? Or am I just being dramatic and this is just an extension of my umbra kinesis and souls are considered a part of darkness? Or should I just stop speculating, calm my ass down, and believe that no matter what happens, I will always come out on top? Yeah, let's go with that one.'
He looked at the souls that were now just barely wisps and no longer even resembled their once human shapes, as they continued to fade away. His instincts telling him that no matter what he did, it was still too soon for him to truly interact with them in any real way. The only reason he could interact with Emily or Qetsiyah, was simply due to them channeling magic through a conduit. However, for souls like the ones in front of him, that no longer have anything binding them to his side of the world, he could feel that he couldn't even touch them... yet.
He waited around for only a little longer. Only making one stop back outside in order to re-break the neck of Nadia's sexy ass, and then, he was back inside the still burning warehouse. His newest immortal only now beginning to wake. And, just like every other time he's come up against an individual that he truly had no interest in talking to, especially after the incident in the woods with the two vampires and the security guard, he truly could no longer find the strength for d-list assholes with too much time on their hands.
So, with the extension of his fingers, a hilt appeared in his hand, as he closed his palm around it.
*Swish*
*ZZZZKrackboom*
"Hmmm, your name was Sloan, huh. Well, just like I thought. Whenever there's a group of people standing in an arrow formation ^ the tip of the arrow is always the most important. HAHAHA- *cough cough* There's that loud ass laugh again, but man if it doesn't sound so fucking good on these ears. No laugh should be that sexy, HAHA- okay, we get it."
Once Jeremy finished talking to himself, he truly began to cipher through the memories that he obtained from the one known as Sloan and the person he could now identify as someone with a connection to both the Augustine organization and the current head of the Travelers. At least until they resurrect their true leader Markos... which, just is no longer happening, seeing as Jeremy just blew most of the assholes off the face of the earth, and then beheaded their leader. So, yeah, that group is pretty fucked.
However, there are still loose ends.
'They weren't sure, but they speculated that the same "group" involved in the attacks on the Augustine are the same one's that were interested in the statue of Amara. It's a pretty big leap in logic, but luckily for them, they were right. However, what I didn't expect was for the two groups to have a connection to one another, since based on her memories, the Augustine is more so a subsidiary funded by the Travelers, in order to research doppleganger blood for the most part. Ugh, I really should have watched that fucking show in it's later seasons, instead of just looking up what interested me on youtube and it's wiki page. But, no matter, it's the past. What matters now is the fact that this no longer alive bitch believes this Markos bitch to be the reason these doppleganger bitches keep being all in love with each other. Meaning, that the only reason Katherine was sooo into Stefan's boring ass was because of a spell placed on the dopplegangers. And the reason Elena had a hard time choosing between Damon and Stefan was due to the same thing. However, that doesn't explain how Elena was able to choose Damon over Stefa... wait, of course it does. The spell, based on her memories of it, was only meant to draw them together, so Markos could acquire them both, however that doesn't mean they HAD to fall in love with each other. Only have the desire to be around one another. Meaning, Elena could still have Stefan in her life, even if she was dating Damon's punk ass. And Katherine... well Damon is a punk ass, so she wasn't really interested in him, meaning it all came down to wanting Stefan in her life. So, to sum it all up, I need that spell and Markos needs to be resurrected if I'm going to get it.'
Jeremy closed his eyes for a brief moment as he organized all the memories the woman held in her mind, and then he opened them, to be met by the sight of Emily standing close to his front looking at him and Qetsiyah looking around at the bodies that belong to the group that she was once a part of. . . and kicking one of them, for some reason. Once more reaffirming Jeremy's belief that the lady was crazy. Gorgeous, but crazy. 'She should really have some respect for the dead. Tut, tut, tut.'
"I felt your emotions going out of control. Are you okay?" Emily asked him. Her face a visage of concern. It took Jeremy only a moment to understand what was going on.
'She's never seen me panic before. Makes sense, I suppose. Only the thought of me losing myself.. my mind.. could actually make me feel so out of control. The same as in my past life. The thought of growing old or having an accident of some kind and no longer being able to think, react, function at my best, be the best, always made me feel some semblance of panic, and it seems it's still the same. Hmm, perhaps I should go to therapy? No, that's silly. I've already identified the problem, now I just need to ignore it until it goes away. Done.' Once Jeremy was done bottling up his concerns in a very healthy manner, he focused on Emily who didn't even notice that Jeremy took a brief instance to think things through.
"No need to worry about me, gorgeous. Just realizing I know far too little about myself and having to come to terms with the fact that I might not be as "in control" as I thought I was. But, enough about that, tell me, have you always been able to feel my emotions?" He asked, since as far as he knew, he was only just beginning to feel the emotions of his two traveling companions and that was only if he focused on them. If she could feel his, perhaps she might have an answer or two about his situation.
But alas,
"No, I haven't always. It is only recently that I feel the connection between you and I growing stronger and more significant. At first, when I did the spell to bind myself to you, it only meant that I could link our minds and allow us to share knowledge or touch with one another whenever we wanted. However, ever since you underwent your transformation, the binding is changing. Growing. I can feel myself becoming better able to step into this world and my access to magic becoming more significant than it was when I could only channel from my grimoire or the rings you wear. I can feel myself drawing from you. And now, I'm beginning to feel you." As Emily spoke she stepped up to Jeremy, her hands coming to rest on his chest, showing him that she could both literally and figuratively feel him, even without him channeling his magic onto that part of his body. Her hands began to rub his chest, as she looked up at him. Her expression shifting from one of wonder and a hint of shyness, to the seductive smirk that he has become so accustomed to.
He looked around for a brief instant at the bodies strewn around and the flames spreading throughout the mostly wooden structure, as he felt the dragon that had once laid dormant below his waist begin to rise.
His heart beat sped up once more as images of him fucking Emily in the midst of this carnage wrought by him flashed through his mind, and he could tell that his arousal was only stoking hers. His flames feeding hers and hers feeding his.
A growl escaped from low in his throat as she began to snake her hand lower. "Emily," her name sounding more guttural and bestial than he knew his voice to be, however he was well past the point of caring, as he fought the urge to bite down on the perfect neck only inches from his mouth, as his hands began to dig into the waist of the temptress in front of him. "If you can feel my emotions, tell me, which of us started this, you with your arousal, or me with my own?" He asked, seeing as how he could feel himself reveling in his destruction and for the life of him, he had no idea if that translated to horny in her mind... or more importantly, if it translated to horny in his.
"Does it matter?"
She grasped the bulge that was threatening to escape from the front of his pants. Only a flimsy zipper standing between her and her desire.
"Nope."
Qetsiyah, for her part, did not leave. Did not move. However, she did stop kicking bodies, because now, she had something much more interesting to look at, and far more engaging than indulging in some petty revenge on the descendants of those who fucked her over. "Now this is why I decided to stick around. . . . . wait, no it's not. I'm here for revenge you fucking degenerates." Then, she was back to kicking bodies, however every now and then, her eyes would lock onto Jeremy black, red, and purple ones as he got down to business. All the while, Qetsiyah could barely be heard mumbling, "I'm... here for... revenge."
'Yeah, keep telling yourself that, crazy.' Was Jeremy's only thought as he took Emily from behind, being careful to keep her hair firmly gripped in his hand and away from the filthy ground. Like a gentleman.
'Wait, don't I have a neck I need to snap?'
Chapter 67
They did not count the time. They simply allowed it to pass. They did not care for the minutes, seconds, hours, as the once fairly decent warehouse became nothing more than ashes around them, and the bodies that once littered the floor joined those ashes, with a little help from Jeremy every once in a while providing a little extra flame of his own.
The only measure of time passing in Jeremy's mind was every time he had to give Emily a breather, in order to once more snap the neck of the daughter of Katherine, who at that point, truly did not serve much of a purpose in regards to getting him access to the statue of Amara.
Seeing as how, her only real job, was to lure him into a trap. And once she did that, he had no real use for her. Especially, since he already had the memories of the only person he really needed in order to acquire the statue and so much more.
However, Jeremy is nothing if not a true softy, so he was still determined to reunite the two women who spent years upon years traveling the world and being badasses in their own rights. One, fighting for her continued survival and freedom, and the other fighting for her chance to meet the woman who gave birth to her. Truly, a beautiful story... even if it does star two incredibly selfish assholes.
Because make no mistake, Katherine and Nadia, as far as Jeremy is concerned, are two very selfish assholes. One more so than the other, but still both are selfish. Probably not more than the guy who decided to let beautiful, dangerous, and manipulative women live, just because they are beautiful, dangerous, and capable, but hey, that's hypocrisy for you.
Nonetheless, time passed, a warehouse became no more, somehow the authorities were not alerted about a warehouse going up in flames, and Jeremy and Emily gained themselves a very romantic memory to carry with them always.
Also, Qetsiyah was a pervert.
'Are all Bennet witches voyeurs? Emily enjoys it. Bonnie enjoys it. And now I know Qetsiyah enjoys it. Hell now that I think about it, I have no idea how long she was watching Emily and me on our adventures before she made herself known, meaning she was probably getting her voyeurism on for longer than I know. The fucking pervert. Perverts, the lot of them!' Jeremy moved to the trunk of the car where he carried an assortment of things that he believed he might or might not need. One of which is a change of clothes, since the one's he was wearing went up in flames along with the warehouse. His concentration only working to shield his skin alone from the embers traveling throughout the place as he made love.
'Made love?' He kept on walking past that thought, seeing as how he and Emily had yet to broach the subject, and yet at the same time, he felt no need to even broach the subject. The connection he and Emily shared no longer seemed to have a need for words. The understanding he had of her and her of him was more than enough for him to say with certainty, 'yeah, I suppose we did make love surrounded by death and flames. Meaning, I more than likely definitely am a demon of some kind. That's nice.'
He allowed his sarcastic thoughts to come to an end as he finished getting dressed. His outfit a pair of black jeans, black boots, and a white t-shirt. Very standard. Very vampire diaries-esque.
He closed the trunk and walked around to the front of the car where Nadia was still knocked out. His mind telling him that the angry lady definitely wouldn't be happy when she woke up. So, instead of having to deal with that mess, he simply checked her pockets and person for any electronic devices, and then dumped her into his shadow, his vision showing him exactly where she would exit.
"Where did you send her?" Emily asked. He could feel her curiosity.
"To our spot behind the enclosed barrier where no one can perceive her presence. While I suppose I could have dropped her somewhere a little less comfortable...."
"No need to continue," Emily cut him off before he could voice whatever nonsensical excuse he was about to utter. "I can already see you attempting to win her over. You know she is crazy right?" Emily asked him, as her eyes darted over to her ancestor. Her ancestor who is so entuned with the word crazy that she managed to look up just as Emily was saying it and looking over at her.
"Who are you calling crazy, girl?" Qetsiyah snarled, then quickly shifted over to a half-smile. "I'm not crazy. I'm vengeful. There's a difference. And call me Tess."
"Bitch! Nobody is calling you Tess!" Jeremy couldn't help but jump in. His body already aching from the long range teleportation that he just initiated, and now he has to deal with the crazy lady trying to be even crazier and give herself a nickname. It's just not done! "Your name is Qetsiyah. Deal with it."
He could already see the pout forming on Qetsiyah's lips before he even finished speaking. Already she was shifting into whiny mode. "Qetsiyah is so old fashioned. Tess is modern. New. Cool."
Her only response. "Blah." As Jeremy got into the drivers seat and started up the car. "There are currently three body jumping assholes running around on a boat with the statue of Amara, thinking they're safe. Now, I don't know about you two, but I would like to go ahead and finish this shit, before I end up missing the first day of school. Not only that, but I now have an asshole to resurrect and then kill in order to break a curse placed upon a bloodline. Then, I have Qetsiyah's immortal bastard to kill. Then, I have two assholes coming into my town and thinking they can date my sister! So, if you are done whining, float your assholes into this car so I can get this series of adventures over with! I haven't had a chance to relax in three whole days! How can I even function like this!" Jeremy yelled to pretty much himself as he drove down the road. Emily and Qetsiyah were currently having a conversation on the reasoning behind why Qetsiyah wanted to be called Tess and whether she thought that Emily was a bit too old fashioned of a name and if she should change it to something more modern as well.
However, Jeremy didn't care. He had some venting to do and dammit if he wasn't going to do it. Though, once he realized he was being ignored, then it was his turn to pout. Only, his handsome face that was getting further and further away from classic Jeremy and going more towards a more structured and sharp featured look, really just looked waaay too good pouting, so he quickly stopped, lest he invite a mod to descend upon him in an attempt to get at his sexy. . . or so his mind was telling him.
(A/N: I'm thinking I'll have him look less like Jeremy's actor and more like a young Luke Evans or Johnathan Rhys Meyers. Both pretty good looking gents.)
The car ride was short, since he only needed to go where he knew the Travelers would eventually be docking, especially once he sent the coded message to their phone saying that it was done. And then, all he had to do was wait.
And it was while he was waiting that he began to consider his plan that he was constantly workshopping and refining. A plan that began with, kill Silas, absorb his life-force. Then, it evolved to use Amara to make Silas let you kill him and then kill Amara, in order to avoid getting a psychic whammy from the desiccated Silas. Then, it became kill Amara, after you make someone else the anchor to the other side. Then, it became get powerful enough to reach into the other side through Amara and pull out that bitch Markos and place him in somebody's body, turn him immortal, kill him, then undo the spell he placed on the dopplegangers. Then, it became just go blow up Silas, then remove his head, put Amara on ice for a while, kill or lock Stefan away in order to keep him away from Elena, kill Damon just because he's too much of a loose cannon to keep around, take your time and enjoy life as your strength increases until you can eventually reach into the other side and drag Markos's bitch ass out and kill him and undo that spell, all the while enjoying your life. Then, it became, too much thinking, just kill them all.
Though, in the end, he settled on, "all this rushing isn't healthy". So, he decided to take a step back from going full tilt and take stock of exactly what he needs at the moment and what he doesn't.
He already had enough strength or abilities to contend with anything the early seasons of the vampire diaries would bring to town. Meaning, he had no real need to be going all crazy like he is. No one is currently building up strength to move against him that he needs to cut off in their infancy. Silas isn't going anywhere, especially once he gets rid of the last three Travelers in a little while. Klaus won't be coming to town or even aware of their existence, until Elijah is told by Rose. . . .
'Wait, that makes no sense. Klaus is shown to be intelligent and while arrogant, reckless, impulsive, and paranoid, he is no fool. It makes no sense that he wouldn't have someone or something watching the place where he's known at least two dopplegangers to have been in the form of Tatia and Katherine. So, why not have the town under observation. Is it possible he already knows about Elena's existence? Then why not come? Once more with the speculation. There's also no telling just what can of shit I've opened by getting rid of these Travelers, but that's the exact reason I made the deal with Qetsiyah. Her knowledge rivals theirs and her ability to cloak me from the other side is unequal. There's a lot I don't know about the final seasons of the show, like if anything too OP showed up and that's the thing that's been nagging at my mind from the very beginning. Just how powerful do I need to get before I can take it easy? Ugh, okay, I don't like it, but it looks like I'll have to risk it. Silas, once more, I am coming for that head, my boy. The stalling is done! The excuses are no more! You will be mine! Just as soon as I handle acquiring Amara first.'
It was only when the ship he knew to be carrying the targets for his revenge at forcing him to chase after them arrived that he was finally able to take a breath of relief.
The night had begun and the darkness and shadows were out in mass.
He watched from where he was seated in his ride, as one of the Travelers, whos name he won't bother remembering, walked off the boat and began to look around.
However, Jeremy just waited.
After a while, the guy turned around and whistled, and Jeremy watched as the last two people that he needed to be there, came from the inside of the small-ish ship/boat with a rectangular cargo container on a dolly.
Jeremy could feel the smile spreading across his face as his eyes took on a predatory gleam. "Finally." He couldn't help but speak out loud. His muscles tensing, and the fingers around the steering wheel gripping it tighter as he watched the two Travelers come up to join the other at the bottom of the ramp leading to the boat.
He placed his hand on the door and began to open it, when he caught sight of two people moving towards the three Travelers from his right.
He narrowed his eyes as he took them in. His patience already nearing it's limit with this whole macguffin chase and was seriously on the verge of losing it. His mind telling him that this lack of patience that accompanies the knowledge that he could have already swatted all these fools was definitely being fueled by his own, but was not entirely his, seeing as how he has spent days sitting in one location just to take one single shot at one single target, and yet, his patience was waning at having to wait when he can see his prize situated in the possession of mongrels and now, he has to deal with what look to be two college kids about to get in his way.
"I think not."
The words were spoken low. Just enough that only Jeremy was supposed to hear, but due to him not even realizing that his eyes were lit up like disco ball at a rave, that low, deep, sexy voice in his opinion, traveled all throughout the are, and along with it, a little bit of intent. Intent that caused not only the two young adults that were walking over in a bid to seemingly close the distance without being seen on the three Travelers, but also the Travelers themselves.
Jeremy, in his infinite wisdom, decided to not waste time marveling at what he could do with just his voice alone, and got down to business, calling out a move in his mind... but only to help him picture exactly what he wanted to do and definitely not because he thought it added just the right amount of cool.
'Let there be darkness', and with that thought and his foot striking the ground as he got out of the car, darkness. True darkness, not shadows. Extended from his step and within the span of two seconds, enveloped the entire area. The ones who had been frozen by the sound of his voice due to their shock at the power behind the words could no longer see even the hands that they were waving in front of them.
Their vision was completely black.
Jeremy wasted no time. Both because he was oh so done with chasing a statue and also because, no matter how dope the move was, creating a dome of darkness as large as he just did was not an easy thing to do. So, he took one step and was instantly in front of one of the Travelers, pulling his sword out of the man's body from where it had gone through his heart.
Then, the next two fell immediately after.
He placed one palm on the cargo container and then, it too was gone, just like him.
The two young adults only found their vision returning when the car that they never even noticed was already gone.
"Liv, what the hell was that?" The male asked the female.
"I don't know Luke, but look." She pointed to their front a ways away, where the three bodies were now laying. "Whatever it was, did that."
"The spell we were using to track the Travelers only gave us a result today. Do you think whatever voice that was and brought the darkness had something to do with breaking their cloaking spell. Do you think they wanted us to be here just so we could see these Travelers die?" The male called Luke asked. His brows furrowed in concentration and also a bid to calm not only his breathing, but the sweat that was drenching his back.
"I... don't know Luke. All I know is, I'm done with this shit. I'm going to school and forgetting all about this. We'll just tell Dad everything we saw, and then be done with it. I don't know what that was," she turned away from the sight of the three bodies in the distance and looked at her brother. "But I'm not getting involved in it and neither are you."
Luke looked at Liv and nodded his head. "Agreed."
Then, just like the car they never noticed, because they just really aren't that observant, they too, were gone.
The now dead Travelers, dead.
Jeremy, was so done with that shit.
Chapter 68
"Oookay!" Jeremy said as he sat in the backseat of his car down the street down the street from the pier, feeling ten pounds lighter after having to shed the weight that came with chasing after a bunch of fucksticks and a statue. "We've got Amara and that means we've got the gate to the other side. With that, getting Markos should be a simple matter."
Emily looked over at him, as he sat with the seat reclined back. Sweat dripping down his face and his body twitch infrequently and minutely every now and then. 'Clearly whatever he did back there placed a lot of strain on his body. A part of me feels it to be unnecessary, however it was the fastest way to acquire our target and leave before we had to engage with two unknowns. Though, there is one thing that is bothering me at the moment....'
"Who is Markos?" Emily asked him, as he sat, looking through the window beside him, as he laid his head against it. However, it was not Jeremy who spoke up to answer the question, but their other traveling companion took the reins.
"As far as I know, he is the dead leader of the Travelers. Is there a reason why you're concerning yourself with a long time dead man?" She asked, her voice dripping with some low curiosity.
Jeremy didn't even bother to lift his head as he answered, a hint of playful mocking in his voice as he spoke. "Qetsiyah, my dear, you do realize who I am currently sitting in this car with, right? I don't think being long dead is a prerequisite to being harmless."
Qetsiyah was beginning to look a little sheepish at the silliness of her thought process, so Jeremy continued on before the beauty could start pouting. "And as far as the long dead Markos is concerned, he did something years ago that I need to undo. He placed a spell on the dopplegangers of Silas and Amara that draws them to one another. Kind of like a love spell. Now, I have a few reasons why this spell can't exist, but the main one is..." Jeremy raises his head and looks in the rearview mirror so she can see his eyes and know just how serious he is, as he says, "he's a dick".
Qetsiyah's unimpressed eyebrow raise does nothing in terms of denying that fact, however on the inside she is greatly affected. Not only because she just learned something she did not know about the dopplegangers, which she realized she would have had she been paying any attention what-so-ever to her former clan, but also because what Jeremy said was right; Markos is a dick and could use some dying. Her only question was, 'how's he going to do it, and just what will this waaaayy too mysterious boy... young man... boy, show me next?'
"Hmm, I can see why you would want the knowledge of that spell, but how does having Amara give you access to him? Unless, you believe you can use her to gain access to the other side?" Emily asked, not even realizing that she was even now allowing herself to question and understand, rather than just observe and analyze. Though, Jeremy noticed, and he made no motion of acknowledging it, only giving himself a mental pat on the back as a reward for his efforts in bringing her out of her confined societal walls.
"I. . ." Jeremy did a quick glance into the rearview mirror and just as he did, he saw Qetsiyah's eyes snap up to meet his. Internally, he had to fight off the groan that threatened to escape his lips as he watched the incredibly annoying, in that moment, smug smirk spread across her lips as she realized exactly what he was not yet asking.
He watched her and she watched him. The seconds ticking by and neither one daring to look away, for they knew that the one to look away first, was the loser. But, how could Jeremy ever hope to compete in a stare-off against an unrepentant voyeur? The answer is, he could not. Thus, he was the first to close his eyes, while actually letting out an audible throaty groan that the two women in the car found very sexy, and if Jeremy were paying attention, he would have acknowledged its sexiness as well.
He opened his eyes and looked back in the mirror at her. Though, right before he opened his mouth to speak, he thought better of it, since he was actually asking for a favor and he didn't want to be a little bitch about it, therefore, he turned around and looked her in her beautiful brown eyes.
"Qetsiyah, will you help me gain access to that piece of shit Markos, so I can kill him dead," he asked. His tone one of sincerity as he looked her in her eyes, noting the slight blush that somehow appeared on her skin. 'Dead chicks blushing, odd. Though, Emily does get super fucking wet, meaning that even with them technically dead on the other side, their biological functions are still operating as they should. So odd.'
Qetsiyah looked at Jeremy, trying her best to stop the involuntary widening of her eyes as she took in him asking her for her help. The warm feeling sneaking up from within the depths of her stomach letting her know that it had been a very very long time since someone.. anyone.. trusted her with... anything. And despite her best efforts to ignore it completely, in the back of her mind, a little voice noted, much to its own clear frustration, that it felt nice.
She cleared her throat before speaking, while raising her head a little more in the air, all in a bid to regain some of the aloofness that she prided herself on.
"No need to beg for it. If you want my help, you need only ask," she said, the smirk playing on her lips once again, after her unpleasant surprise that might have been pleasant to someone else. "However, before I give you my assistance, you need to do something for me first."
Jeremy looked at her for the span of one second. Contemplating the pros and cons and trying to figure out what exactly someone like her, no not someone, but her specifically would ask of him. He came up with a few possibilities, but at their current juncture, none of them felt like they fit. So, he decided to just wait and see and get ready to tell her no, should she ask for too much.
He watched and listened as she opened her mouth to speak, only for his mouth to literally drop open in astonishment, annoyance, and refusal, while being accompanied by the sounds of Emily laughing in the background, as they both took in what she said.
"You have to call me Tess."
Chapter 69
"Are you seriously not going to take the deal? It's a good deal!"
"Shut the hell up, QETSIYAH! I have got no time for your nonsense. Because of you, I now find myself having little to no choice but to kill once again. Seeing as how there is no way in hell I will let some depressed asshole get with my cousin/sister because of some spell." Jeremy said, as he looked and reviewed the camera footage of anything and everything of interest that had occurred in town since he was last there. His back slick with the sweat that came with knowing that school was only a week away and he was now in an entirely different country on the other side of the world.
"How far are we?" He asked, still not looking up.
"Not too far. Are you worried about your people back home?" Emily asked in her ever soothing voice. Jeremy gave her a side-eye, as a quick look, which she saw. "I felt some actual anxiety from you. It was only a little, but it was there. Are you worried?"
Jeremy let out a deep sigh as he stretched out on the beach chair on the deck of the ship that once belonged to the dead Travelers. The island that he sought only a little ways away over the vastness of the sea.
"It would be a lie to say that I'm not... worried, about them being there alone. However, I have to believe that against their current odds, they should be more than capable of standing on their own. Did Bonnie receive the talisman yet?"
Emily took off her black sunglasses for no reason whatsoever but to punctuate her words... and maybe look a little cool. "You only sent it through the shadows to where she usually sits in your warehouse a few days ago. Unless you decide to text her and tell her to take it from that desk, I would suggest you practice patience." Once she was done speaking, her sunglasses went right back on, as she lounged back on her chair.
"You know I can't do that Emily," Jeremy said with a hint of exasperation in his voice. "That defeats the entire purpose of trying to get her to trust in and connect with her magic. If she did, she would have already sensed that the talisman was rightfully hers through her very blood." He stated, throwing his hands up in defeat, since he knew Bonnie was the queen of focusing on everything but herself.
"And you think meditation is the way she will be able to sense the connection she has to her magic?" Qetsiyah asked, since she never really and probably never would try to get the point of all that meditation that Jeremy seems to like to do since he unlocked his own magic.
"Ahhh, you ol.... experienced women think you know everything. I'm telling you, after going over the memories and feelings of a witch using their magic, and me using mine, I can definitively say that, while it may take a different form, it's still all about drawing out power from within one's self. You lot just ignore that though, and focus completely on connecting with nature, completing forgetting to connect with yourselves. It's silly."
He could already sense Qetsiyah rearing up to say some nonsense about something or another, so he decided to head her off before she said pretty much exactly what he thought she would.
"And no, I'm not saying Travelers did it any better. Those fuck-sticks lost the ability to connect with "nature" or the energy outside of themselves, and thus they could only pull from within themselves. It's different from what you lot do, but it's still pretty much the same. Just a person focusing on one aspect and denying another. I'm done harping, give me some of those grapes you keep pulling from somewhere." He held out his hand and waited as the grapes landed in his palm one at a time. Each one quickly being tossed into his mouth, only to be replaced by another grape in his waiting hand from Qetsiyah, who was seated on his side. Her chair on the opposite of his from the one Emily occupied.
Their conversation continued as they raced through the waters, passing the time playing games, telling stories, or just watching the waves ebb and flow around them. Jeremy spent some seconds trying to "comprehend" something while watching the waves, but he inevitably failed since... it wasn't that type of world. Though, he did note that the waves were only half as flowy as him... whatever that means.
The trip to the island took an entire day. However, he knew that couldn't be helped, since the waters around the island for miles were quite treacherous and the thought of flying a plane to the island was. . . simply stupid to be frank.
Which only further made his point clearer as he stood alone on the deck of the ship and watched the island get closer and closer from the distance.
'Thought so,' was the only thought that went through his mind as he sailed closer. His body and mind syncing and priming for the fight he knew awaited him as he saw the silhouettes in the distance. So far, he counted three near the beach just inside the trees.
'They're clearly not assassins or even soldiers, since neither group of people would be seen from this distance. Meaning, it's likely these individuals have something else that gives them the confidence to watch an unknown entity approach what is, for all intents and purposes, a forbidden land not shown on any maps.'
He watched as the silhouettes became more discernable from a distance he knew only he could make out.
'Modern clothes and no pointy hats or cloaks. Meaning this isn't some cult or secret society either worshipping Silas or trying to prevent his resurrection, so it's more probable my first thought was the correct one. My actions can no longer be hidden and while they may not have been able to see what I was doing due to Qetsiyah and Emily keeping me hidden from the spirits, the aftermath is clear. Amara was acquired. The Travelers were killed. And there's no clear goal or information on the individual responsible. In their panic or deductions, they likely would try and cover all bases, which includes making sure that the tomb of Silas goes undisturbed. Which means sending people to the island and protecting it.'
As he approached, he wondered if the three individuals that he could see were still fully themselves, as he attempted to finally figure out if Silas could or could not control the minds of others while he was still desiccating. However, just like always, he truly could not land on a definitive answer, since by that point, he mostly just skipped around episodes and scenes.
'If he can't do that and I just wasted a day sailing on a fucking boat, when I could've just flown a plane, I will be very very pissed.'
The distance between himself and the island was swallowed up in a matter of minutes as Jeremy stood on deck with his hands in his pockets, looking at the three individuals that no longer stood within the shadows of the trees and were now in front of him. The only thing separating him from them was where he stood on the ship and the sand on the beach before the trees.
'I. . . have no idea who the fuck these people are.' Jeremy thought, since he was honestly wondering if he would be having some big showdown with some big name characters from the show or some shit, but nope, he didn't know any of these people.
"Why have you come?" The one in the middle spoke out at Jeremy across the distance, making it likely that he was the spokesperson of the group. Though, Jeremy in turn, simply looked at the man and then the other man and then the woman. His eyes scanning them for anything and everything that could point him to answers, deductions, and conclusions.
'No visible weapons or creases or wrinkles indicating hidden ones. Stances, angles of approach, and posture denote that only the woman seems to be capable of anything physically demanding, and even then her exposed legs that poke out of the denim shorts... on a jungle island, denote the lack of anything truly intensive as far as arduous training goes in the combat arts. Meaning she likely took a few classes or trained when she was younger and then stopped and is now a waste of space just like her two companions when it comes to putting boots to faces. The sounds of their hearts beating in regular, human intervals show that they are not vampires, as does their lack of rings or any other talismans on their fingers in order to block out the sun. As well as the lack of any hidden beneath their clothing or on their toes. My eyes show me that the only source of anything magical on them is coming from their very cores, meaning that all of my earlier observations were unnecessary and I could've just determined they were witches with one look.' Jeremy sighed.
Once done with his observations that took all of three seconds, he decided to focus fully on the conversation that was to come in order to determine whether these individuals were friend or foe.
"I'm here to kill Silas."
"mumble jumble mumble jumble mumble jumble"
"Foe it is then," Jeremy said as he reached both hands behind his back and pulled out the sexy Berettas that he decided to bring on this excursion. The three had only just begun chanting their spell in Latin, and Jeremy noted that it was a spell meant to induce an aneurism, which essentially meant that any thoughts of talking things out or reconciliation went completely out the window, since they shot first.
*Bang Bang Bang*
Jeremy shot last.
Two bullets found their mark, though the girl was able to perform a side-roll as soon as he was pulling the trigger, showing that he was correct in his assumption about her prior arts undertaking. Though, while Jeremy would have liked to reward the woman for her agility and quick decision making, he simply didn't have time, since he had no idea what else and who else was on the island. And, since people were here, he wasn't sure that Silas was even still desiccated. So, as the woman was coming out of her roll, each movement clear and predictable in Jeremy's eyes, he picked her off with a well placed shot that met her where she landed.
Once done with that, he kept his pistols raised and his eyes trained on the trees and his ears alert on his surroundings, making sure nothing and no one caught him off guard. All his instincts telling him that he was in enemy territory now.
After a few minutes passed, Jeremy whistled and he could feel Qetsiyah coming up from below the deck to stand behind him.
He looked at her and she nodded.
"Let's do this shit." He said, ignoring the slight laugh from his back as he moved forward. He knew his lines were dope, he didn't need anybody to tell him.
He jumped down from deck, keeping his pistols raised. Qetsiyah behind him, and he listened as the ship pulled out and away from the island. His mind feeling the connection he shared with Emily getting further and further away.
When he felt like she was far enough, he proceeded forward. His steps sure and mostly silent across the beach and through the dense forest of the island, as he let Qetsiyah lead him to his destination. His body primed and his mind fully focused to make sure nothing slipped between any cracks he might have and just didn't notice.
However, much to his. . . disappointment? He wasn't sure. However, what he did know was that he now stood before Silas's tomb and he had not registered a single mental attack or physical attack for that matter of any kind.
He turned to look at Qetsiyah with a questioning raised eyebrow and she simply shrugged, since she was kind of expecting him to meet some resistance too, and was looking forward to not only how he would handle it, but what she would do if he failed to handle it.
She would never admit to him or anyone else that she was a little relieved that she didn't have to find out what she would do to him should he fail t resist Silas's compulsions.
Jeremy stood before the tomb. Waiting. At this point he was practically begging Silas to make a move. Otherwise, how would he truly know. Ever since awakening his magic, he could feel his mind expanding. Growing. Becoming more, than what it had been, hell ever since his first quickening he has felt his mind becoming "more". Now, he had the perfect test subject in order to test his mentality, however he was getting no reaction from the piss-ant. The feeling of another immortal present in his space was louder than ever. And he had already checked the surroundings through his shadow senses, so he knew, without a doubt that he was there, and he knew that there was no one near them, so he couldn't help but wonder what exactly Silas was waiting for.
He shrugged his shoulders,
"Well, then, let's get this over with."
He motioned with his head to Qetsiyah, to which she began to really draw magic from the rings her wore, her chanting coming out in steady strings. However, as she spoke, the rings were steadily turning to dust. Jeremy could see that the power being pulled from them was simply too much. However, he could also see that it shouldn't be.
In one direction, Qetsiyah was pulling magic from the artifacts in order to substitute her lack of a true connection to the world, which is what she usually did. However, he could see that the ropes leading to her and her spell work were only some of them. The others were leading away from her and to the tomb.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on and he knew that if he channeled his magic into the rings as he had done in the cave, he could more than likely stop it. However, he didn't want to.
No, that's not entirely accurate.
A part of him wanted to. The part of him that was meticulous, careful, exact and precise and always took the simplest and easiest course of action when completing anything and everything. However, another part of him. The part of him that was becoming more and more prominent. The part of him in his past life that allowed him to walk down the road of a mercenary assassin and embrace the tumultuous dangers along that path. The part of him that liked to walk down the street without weapons while scanning everything for any hints of danger. The part of him that he truly only ever really connected with inside that cave as he unlocked his magic. The part of him that was connecting with the voice he heard at that time, was welcoming what came next. The thrill of what might come with Silas channeling magic for some reason. The possibility of the battle that would ensue should the mongrel free himself. The true carnage and bloodshed that would flow in the wake of their battle that was surely to span vast distances and erase monuments. Yes, that part... that part relished in this moment.
So, he sent out a tendril of his magic and connected it to the remaining rings, just in case he had to pull the rip cord because, while he may be all gung-ho about whipping some ass, he is also not a fool. Whooping ass is fine, however getting one's ass whipped like Vegeta when he let Cell get his power-up is so not okay.
Then, he heard it. The sound of stone breaking away, and the sight of the magic surrounding the tomb slipping out of existence, and he knew, the only thing standing between him and Silas was... nothing.
He watched as Qetsiyah stopped pulling more than she needed to stay on this side of the veil, and then he watched as Silas continued to pull more. And it was just as he was about to take a step forward and enter the tomb to meet Silas face to dried up face, that he heard a voice.
It was fickle at first. Barely discernable. However, as a prickling feeling began to nudged at his mind and he felt like something was trying to enter, the voice got louder. Until....
{What are you!}