Ch: 70-75
Chapter 70
{What are you!?}
Jeremy stilled. His mind immediately asking permission to form a new connection as he sought out the source of the voice.
'Silas. . . oh. This is interesting, hehehehe.'
Jeremy allowed the psychic connection to form, and at the same time, he began to fully comprehend an ability that he thought he might be able to have, due to some rare occasions when he thought he was able to do a little more than "feel" what others were feeling around him, but now he knew. Now, he was certain.
'I have telepathy. Oh dip!'
He heard the voice of Silas once again speak out in his mind, as he stepped forward and ventured to where the darkness was telling him the bastard's body still laid still.
{What are you?}
Jeremy noted the previously apparent frustration was still present in the voice. However, the fear that he was certain he had previously heard was no longer present. . . though, he was certain he could feel it just beneath the surface of their connection, behind a wall of some kind. Which told him in absolute terms that, while Silas may have been sealed, his ability to manipulate his own mind was quite profound.
'I'll need to tread carefully. I feel like I'm dancing on a tightrope and one wrong move will result in him getting inside my head. Though, that may just be fear talking. However, no whether it's fear or realism, I can say with certainty that he understands minds far more than I currently do.'
{What are you asking me exactly, Silas? Be clear.}
Silas was having a bit of a hard time comprehending his current circumstances.
First, a group of witches show up on his island. Cool. He simply scanned their minds and learned what he wanted, and it told him that apparently someone was making moves that were scaring a lot of people. Moves that the spirits on the other side needed to monitor, but couldn't, which said a lot and a little, since that bunch could be stupid at times. So, like the incredibly intelligent lot that they are, they had some of their contacts send people out to monitor different locations in order to try and see what that person or people making moves would do next. The three witches were sent to his island to monitor what they were told was a prison for a dangerous magical artifact that corrupted the mind of anyone who got near it, so they were to stay on the outskirts of the island and keep a lookout.
All in all, not a good plan, in Silas's opinion.
Especially since it was clear neither the three witches nor the ones who gave them the task were too worried about them actually having company since everyone knew that island, his island, was forbidden for a reason.
Anyone that even got close (that wasn't human) to the island was usually met with a very quick death, either by sea or air. It didn't matter. Though, he knew this was the work of the Travelers. . . until it no longer was. He felt it, recently, when something happened and the space around his island changed. Only now, he believes he can surmise why. The Travelers were gone and his island was now just another island. Tourism rates will probably skyrocket, but he was okay with that. Especially, when he was sent three witches who had no idea what they were messing with.
He stayed present in their minds and waited for any developments, and it was only a day or two later that he was met with one.
A ship approaching his island.
He watched through their eyes, as they went and confronted the black haired man that approached. Silas wasn't sure how old the man was, but he looked like he was no more than in his early twenties, so Silas's first thought was it was likely a vampire. Since, unless it was a pure genius of epic proportions, he doubted the young man was the one giving people shit to be so worried about.
Then, he heard the man say that he was there, on his island, to kill him. So, Silas immediately sent forth the strongest compulsion he could muster in his weakened state to the three witches. And though, it wasn't as strong as he wanted, it was all that was needed, since the three witches were already freaking out over the very fact that they had company in the first place.
The witches began to recite a spell that would incapacitate a vampire and kill any other. However, before they could even utter more than three words, the man was shooting at them, with guns! What type of asshole brings a gun to magic fight. Silas was livid and amused at the same time. Since, it was actually a little funny. However, he had no time to really bask in the show, because it was over so soon. The man was efficient and precise, Silas admitted.
So, he simply waited. He felt the moment the man touched down on his island, however he didn't attempt to reach out yet. He wanted the man to come further in. And when he felt the man get within the tree line, he sent out his first probe.
Nothing. He hit a wall of some kind.
He sent another. A stronger one. Still nothing.
He could feel his frustration slowly growing. Clearly the man had some kind of artifact that blocked mental intrusions. However, in Silas's weakened state, mental intrusions were kind of all he had. So, he persisted and continued attempting to break through the defenses and access the mind that was proving to be impenetrable to his advances.
However, that changed when the man arrived in front of his tomb. That was when he sensed something other than the man. That was when he sensed someone that he could never, would never, forget.
That bitch Qetsiyah.
He could sense her channeling magic into a spell. Channeling magic that he too could channel. So, he did. And with that magic, he began to strengthen his mental attacks on the man in an attempt to gain access to his mind. However, it was soon reaching a level of effort that Silas could not believe. He almost had the urge to shout "it's over 9000" for some reason, but he didn't. Instead, he continued on. Pulling forth all of his stubbornness and determination that allowed him to maintain his "sanity?" for two thousand years, as he channeled magic into his power, until finally, he felt himself forming a connection.
Though, that was it. It simply stopped at that, forming. He couldn't push it further, so he started to yell and question and push, until finally, he felt the connection form as he shouted the question, that by that point, was driving him fucking crazy; {What are you!}
Jeremy waited for Silas to reply and he could practically hear the bastard thinking as he continued to walk further into the tomb. Until he finally replied.
{Why can I not access your mind?}
'What? He can't? Seriously? Is this fucking mongrel ant telling me that I waited and anticipated our match up and he can't even access my mind without my permission. Hughhhh. Now, I'm certain. I am definitely a badass.' Jeremy thought as he replied to Silas's honest and fundamentally stupid question.
{I'm Batman.}
It was with that that Jeremy severed the connection and quickly made his way forward, until he came upon the grimy form of Silas covered in weeds and cave stuff.
Jeremy didn't even bother wasting time or talking anymore, since the only way he would be having a real battle with Silas was if he decided to feed him blood and free him, and that was dumb as shit. Since, while he might welcome it if Silas freed himself, like a true badass, and then they fought and shit until he inevitably severed the magic powering him or just straight up beat him. He wasn't partial to creating problems for himself, no matter how "grand" the battle may be.
So, with that, he reached his arm back and underneath his comfy jacket he wore to stay snug during the night at sea, and pulled out the sword he had underneath.
Then, he gripped the handle in both hands and stepped beside the form of Silas, sword at the ready and waiting to be swung down.
Sword at the ready and waiting to be swung down.
Sword at the... ready and waiting..... to be swung down.
He could feel it as soon as it started.
It was first when his body stilled.
Then, his vision started to become blurry, obscured, and then he was falling backwards.
Not physically, but mentally. He was falling back into his mind, like a camera lens zooming out of a close up, as he went further and further into his mind, until....
He was once more in that space with the all black walls that appeared to be made of obsidian and the pulsing veins that traveled everywhere and anywhere.
Then, he was looking at himself.
Only, instead of his usual handsome face that only seemed to be getting handsomer by the day. It was instead, his face, his same face, only now the eyes, the pupils, were black with splashes of red, and what appeared to purple pulsing in and out underneath. And where his normal, sexy teeth usually were, there was now the addition of a sharp fang on both sides and beside those fangs was a larger fang on the top and bottom of his mouth. Meaning he now had eight fangs in his mouth.
'Sexy', was his only thought.
Then, he was once more outside of his mind, and once more standing over the form of Silas, holding the sword aloft.
He blinked once and turned to the side to see Qetsiyah standing there, her face both angry and... afraid.
'Qetsiyah is not afraid of Silas, so what has he... ah, she's not afraid of Silas, she's afraid of what she will have to do to me if I fall to Silas. How cute, HAHAHAHAHA.'
He looked at her, as she looked back at him, her eyes assessing and scrutinizing, as she watched him closely for any signs of irregularity.
So, he turned away from her and looked back at Silas. 'I honestly had no real idea on how to get her to stick around once this bastard was gone. Though, this should do the trick.'
He lowered his sword while turning it away from Silas, and then he swiftly re-sheathed it behind his back. He spoke without even looking at the woman to his right.
"You want to see something cool, Qetsiyah." He questioned, though it was more of a statement, as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a vial of blood from one of the metal slots he had fitted inside the fabric.
Human blood.
He could feel Qetsiyah becoming more and more agitated and out of the corner of his eye he saw her hands slowly rising, which only caused him to have to fight off the smirk that was threatening to spread across his lips.
Then, before the vial could even get further than a few inches from his leg, he stilled once more, and began to shake.
"Qetsiyah!" his voice came out loud, hurried and slightly frantic as he clenched his fists and curled his body forward like he was fighting a battle all on his own. He spoke without even looking over at her, since it seemed he wasn't able. "Qetsiyah, I need your help! This bastard, he's- he's stronger than we thought and my mind, he's trying to control it!" As he said that the rings on his fingers began to disintegrate one by one, until there was only one remaining, while Qetsiyah looked on in indecisive shock, unsure what to do. "Emily and I, through the bond we share, are doing everything we can to push him out, but we need your help, Qetsiyah!"
The beautiful woman narrowed her eyes as she peered at him. Her face one of resoluteness as she raised her arms towards him.
"It won't matter!" He cut her off in her motions. "It won't matter, Qetsiyah, I'm Immortal. Just like this bastard. You've only ever seen me absorb others, but what I didn't tell you is that I. do. not. die. I will just rise again, even if disintegrated. So, you have no choice. ONLY ONE RING REMAINS! It's almost completely drained of magic! You have one spell and it can't even be a powerful one, because you can only draw from a limited source, so QETSIYAH." He looked over at her. His face one of absolute concentration and gritty determination. "I need you to bond with me." His voice was solemn as he spoke that last sentence.
Qetsiyah, for her part, was taken aback. She, more than Emily, knew what it meant to bond with another. It went far deeper than just simply bonding minds (which Jeremy didn't know). It went towards bonding essences. Life-forces. Magic. Which is the very reason she began to watch the two in the first place. She sensed the bond form through the veil and when she looked, she saw a witch and what seemed to be a human. Which, should not have been possible. A human did not have the magic capable of sustaining such a bond. However, there it was. Then, she began to miss things. The ends of his battles, when the other would simply cease to exist. Not even their soul remained to join the other side.
She knew, she could feel it. Something extraordinary was occurring and she was missing it. So, she introduced herself. And now, here she was, this same huma... being, asking her to form a bond with it.
He watched Qetsiyah war with herself and he couldn't help but mentally roll his eyes.
'If I really was fighting a struggle over the right to control my mind, all her lollygagging would've already had both me and Emily packing our bags and getting sent down the road to Fuck-Off-Ville, Iowa.'
"Any day now, Qetsiyah." He spoke sounding way less strained and far more annoyed than he should have, but it didn't matter, he knew the game was already in check. Now, all he needed was the mate.
His eyes met hers and she gave a nod. Her decision was made.
Jeremy watched as Qetsiyah drew power from the talisman on his finger, and his eyes could see the string leading from it, to her, and then from her, to him, as she bonded with his magic.
It. . . it felt good. And different. When he bonded with Emily, it all felt very, surface level. Like he was linking their psychic signatures, so they could feel one another. Touch one another. And essentially, draw from one another. Though, since she was no longer a physical being with magic of her own, it was mostly her drawing from him. However, this, with Qetsiyah, felt entirely like something... more.
Sure, it was all the same stuff he felt with Emily, but at the same time, he could also feel so so much more. He could feel her emotions. Hear her thoughts. Taste her. . . scent? He wasn't sure, but he could taste it. He was certain that if he wanted to, he could peel back everything she was or had even been and it would all be exposed to him with a single thought. All her life, emotions, memories, would be his to see, feel, taste? Why taste? Anyway, it was all so much deeper than the first time.
He looked for an answer as to why and the only conclusion he could draw was that he now had a part of himself unlocked that he didn't have when he did it with Emily. Although, as that thought occurred to him, he couldn't help but realize that his bond with Emily had in fact been going deeper and deeper. He simply chalked it up to his growing understanding of his abilities, since he could sense other people's feelings as he passed them randomly, however he now understood it was more than that. Sure, he could sense them, but it took him actually processing that feeling and deciphering it to understand it. With Emily, there was no need to decipher or process. He simply understood. Her bond was growing and now that he felt his bond to Qetsiyah, he knew that if he wanted to, he could reach out right that instant and do the same to his bond with Emily that he was seeing happen with his bond with Qetsiyah.
Now, while all that was nice and everything, what Jeremy was completely ignoring was the fact that Emily could clearly feel him as well. Meaning, that since Emily could, Qetsiyah damn sure could, and she was growing more and more pissed by the moment.
The bond was formed. Jeremy was still bowled over pretending to struggle, and Qetsiyah was standing there pissed.
"YOU THINK I CAN'T TELL YOU'RE FAKING THAT SHIT! I CAN FEEL YOU LAUGHING YOUR ASS OFF! CALL ME TESS!!!"
Chapter 71
"Sorry," Jeremy said with his shoulders hunched and a smile on his face. He did not look sorry at all. And, neither did Qetsiyah.
"Seriously, Jeremy, what the hell? Why the hell... did you make me do that?" Jeremy watched as the beautiful woman that he had spent the last few weeks traveling with and had, admittedly, become something of a friend to him, began to break down in tears. He knew she was feeling things that she really didn't want to feel... ever again.
She was feeling him and he was allowing her to. . . no, more like, he was forcing her to, since he has never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"You feeling me, gorgeous?" He asked, his body now straight. His face relaxed as it usually is, and his eyes on her. The gentleness in them were doing nothing to help her compose herself.
He took a small step in her direction and turned towards her, while still keeping most of his attention where it had been, which is on the bastard unmoving on the table.
"You're feeling me right. That feeling you first felt, that was the first time I died. It was supposed to be a gloomy, depressing experience, but me, haha, I just saw it as the closing of one chapter and the beginning of another. That next feeling," he spoke now moving towards her, and still keeping his senses trained on the unmoving one, since just because the bastard is supposedly unable to move, doesn't mean Jeremy is letting his guard down in the tricky bitches presence. "That next feeling is the moment I realized I was still alive. The wonder. The excitement. The possibilities. Then, that one, that is when I realized that my mind was foggy, cloudy, and no longer perfectly under my control. Next, is when I first thought about the fact that I had people that loved me unconditionally to return to. Then, the moment I hugged them both, the perfect, beautiful women. And yes, I do find them attractive. The next one, this one, is the first time I experienced that lightening coursing through my veins and my body becoming whole once again. Capable once again. Me, once again. That one is the first time I had sex and the connection we shared. The moment, we shared. That is the. . . That is this. . . Oh, this one is when. . . Until finally, that, my dear Qetsiyah, is how I feel in this moment. Standing here, with you." He spoke, now standing directly in front of Qetsiyah, his hands firmly on her hips as his fingers dug into them and he looked into her eyes.
His darkness wrapped around the body of Silas, just in case.
He could see Qetsiyah attempting to right herself. Compose herself. And once more seal away everything that made her the beautiful woman who was willing to break the rules of magic for the boy she loved, and loved so hard that she completely sealed away her heart when he broke it.
But would he let that happen.
He traced his hand up from her hip, and watched as her breathing ceased. 'She's a ghost, why is she breathing?' His hand traveled up from her hip and his thumb traced over the side of her covered stomach and up brushing over the side of her breast as she sucked in a sharp intake of air, until he brought his hand to the front of shoulder, up her neck, and to the back of her head, all the while, their eyes stayed locked on one another.
"Do you feel me, Qetsiyah?" He asked, looking her directly in her beautiful brown eyes, as she gave a slow, resigned nod, yes.
Then, he brought his face forward, lowering himself slightly and watched as she closed her eyes, tight. Like she was trying her absolute best to hold onto the remnants and vestiges of the coldness that remained within, since they both knew, with absolute certainty that this... was far more than a simple kiss.
And so much more, it was.
Like the gates being thrust open, he felt it. He felt every single thing. Every emotion that she had ever felt and every emotion she was feeling in the current moment. He felt her throughout all her years of holding onto her anger. Her resentment. Her hatred. And he felt her before then. The feelings that she had long since forgotten and had long since refused to acknowledge. The feelings of hope. Possibility. Of love. He felt them all. However, he refused to view the memories. He knew if she wanted him to see those, he would be seeing them, and since he wasn't that was her choice. However, just the fact that she was allowing him to feel what he was showed him that she, as much as she could, was choosing to trust in him with something that she had only ever trusted one person with. A piece of her heart.
He looked at her as they separated. Her eyes remaining closed and he couldn't help but smile, widely, and proudly.
'I was just going to bond with her and then refuse to let her break it so she could not off herself, but this. . well this. is. everything.' He thought, not even noticing just how much his perspective on his emotions had begun to change since he arrived in his new life. Since, in the beginning, if he was only looking after them, his girls, as a sense of "they care for me, so I'll care for them", and "pre-Jeremy's feelings are intense", now, now it was far more in line with, "I care for them like they care for me". If before, he acted out of respect for their feelings, simply because he wanted the people around him to be the best versions of themselves, now, now it was no longer "I deserve the best around me" but more so, "this is the best way to ensure their happiness". His actions were and probably always will be essentially the same, however the way he understands the why of his actions has changed. Only now, he can't use the excuse of pre-Jeremy's emotions to continue to sound like a badass. Now, he will have no choice, but to admit to himself tha--- 'Man, that bonding session and recent trip down emotional lane must be heightening my emotions or something. Whew, that was fucking intense.' He must admit to himself that he is a real dumbass.
Jeremy watched as Qetsiyah's eyes slowly opened. The crazy within just a little bit less. . . and a little bit more. But in a different way.
So, before she could fully compose herself, he quickly leaned forward and gave her a final peck on her soft, fluffy, and full lips.
And, while he was doing that, he was also using a shadow to unscrew the vial containing the human blood. Which, he promptly knocked back and swallowed, much to the surprise of the wide-eyed Qetsiyah.
*Ba-Dump*
"Why did you do that?" She asked, as she reached up to touch his face around his mouth and near his cheek. Her eyes taking him in as she tried to figure out what he was up to.
Jeremy just gave her a smile, his teeth a little red in spots because of the blood he just drank.
*Ba-dump*
"It's the final step."
*Ba-dump*
"The final step for what? And what is this... feeling you're feeling. It's like-" *Ba-dump* "Like... excitement. Fulfillment. Arrogance. Conceit. Devotion. Contentment. Condescension. Indifference. Detachment. Commitment. Devotion. Desolation. Euphoria. Devotion. Determination. Devotion. Happiness. Devotion."
*Ba-dump Ba-dump Ba-dump Ba-dump Ba-dump*
"There are all coming at once and changing so fast. Jeremy, what's going on!" Qetsiyah yelled as she focused her gaze on Jeremy once more, and realized that his eyes. . . they were completely black. No pupil, no iris, no sclera. Just pitch black. Then, that black changed to red, and as it did, Qetsiyah felt something new. Only, this wasn't coming from within Jeremy, no, this was coming directly from within the depths of her very being. From the place where all of our deepest, darkest desires and fears dwell. The place where only the insane ever touch, but no one can really look. This was the primordial instinct that all the living possess and all know to avoid. This was fear. Fear in its most basic and raw form. Fear that cripples. Fear that kills. However, even before she could fully allow the feeling to form and before a picosecond had passed, the feeling was gone, and in it's place were warm, secure, arms and a strong chest that made her feel. . . safe.
She stayed like that for a while, until Jeremy pulled back. And when she looked up at him, what she saw caused her already wide, adorable, in Jeremy's opinion, eyes to widen further than they ever had before.
Jeremy could see himself in her eyes. His purple, glowing eyes. The eight fangs, four on top and four on the bottom, of his mouth. The pitch black wavy, flowing hair that seemed to shine in the darkness of the cave as it reached down to just past his shoulders. His face that seemed more angular, with his jawline even more striking than it was. (A/N: I'm really just thinking of saying fuck it and face-claiming Brad Pitt in Interview with the Vampire, if only because dude was just too good-looking. Not as much as me, but still, very good looking.) He knew his body was changing even as he stood there. He could feel it. The knowledge pouring into his mind in a steady stream of all he was. All he had been and all he could be. The memories and emotions of some of those who came before him and carried his bloodline. He felt, saw, understood it all.
He smiled down at Qetsiyah's worried face, knowing for certain in that moment that yup, she was his and laughing to himself mentally, as he walked over to where Silas still laid. His darkness never once loosening its hold. Not that it really needed to. Dude was done.
He barely spared the mongrel a glance before he was taking another vial from within his pocket and watching the blood defy gravity from within it as with flew out of the vial and straight into the bastard's mouth and then down his throat.
Not a single second passed before Jeremy was descending upon the neck of the bastard and draining the mongrel for every single aspect that he was and ever could be. And when it was done. When Silas was completely dry, he crumbled to dust, which Jeremy promptly lit on fire, leaving not even the stone upon which the bastard was laid behind.
"Ah, that was refreshing." Jeremy said, as he turned to look at the still wide-eyed and open mouthed Qetsiyah. And this time, he didn't hold back his laugh.
Even as he fell back and onto the scorch mark as evidence of what once stood there, he still did not stop laughing.
It was only when his eyes closed and he drifted off into a deep sleep, as he allowed his body to fully embrace the changes he was undergoing that he sent out a mental, {I'll wake eventually} to his girls, and then, he stopped laughing. The only sound, other than Qetsiyah's heavy and fast breathing, was silence.
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It was a week later that Jeremy woke from his rest and finished undergoing his transformation down to the very smallest and most minute aspect of his being. And, it was then that he realized that he had missed the first day of school. And the second day. And the third day.
"That depressed bastard is going to die. OR MY NAME ISN'T JEREMY THE IMPALER! Wait, call me Vlad. I'm not calling you Tess."
Chapter 72
He awoke, not with a gasp, but by simply opening his eyes. His senses relaying information to his mind and it relaying information from and to his body, all of it, telling him where he is, how he is, what he is.
'Still in the middle of the ocean. No doubt due to us still having Amara's statue, and thus, going to land would be unwise and ill-advised. At least out at sea, even with a locator spell of epic proportions, we would still be moving and grooving the entire time, thus making it so any locator spell would be useless not long after it was used. It appears the girls have stuck to my plan then. The only question I have is... why the hell am I naked? On the deck of the ship? Strapped down to bolts on the floor. As if these could hold me. . . though, I'll allow it.'
Jeremy turned his head and looked to his right, where he felt the woman playing with his hair was laying beside him. Also naked. And just about as attractive as he was. The world may disagree. The world may say, "no Jeremy, no one is sexier than you", but in Jeremy's opinion, Qetsiyah was definitely up there.
He focused his attention on her, his eyes roving over her perfect caramel skin. Taking note of every single curve, indentation, and angle that made up her perfect figure.
'Stunning,' was the only word he could use to describe the woman. His woman. And just like with Emily, he was absolutely certain... they couldn't have chosen better for themselves.
He almost had the notion to reach out and touch what had captivated his sight, however before the notion could become a thought, he was already aware once again that he was bound to the deck and laid bare for all the world to see. So, he looked into those brown-eyes that were looking into his own, as he spoke.
"Is there a reason why you've stripped me naked and tied me down." He blinked once and then lowered his head slightly as he looked downward. "Are you- Are you going to take me here on the deck?" He spoke in a shy voice, because why the hell not.
The full blown smile that Qetsiyah gave him in return as she started to laugh instantly set him off as well. From an outside perspective, the sight would be strange. Quite strange. A naked man tied down on the deck of a ship and a naked woman lying beside him, playing with his hair and eating grapes. 'Where the hell is she getting these fucking grapes!' However, Jeremy didn't care in the least. Unless, someone actually did decide to take a peek. Then, he would have their eyes out of their head before they could even utter the inevitable "wow".
Once the laughter calmed down, Jeremy began to speak once more.
"Seriously, beautiful, is this your retaliation, no, your retribution, for me forcing you to experience my emotions? Because if it is, you should know, I am completely at your mercy." He finished with a serious expression on his face to show just how prepared he was to accept his punishment.
Qetsiyah, for all her tomfoolery had the utter and completely ridiculous nerve to actually blush as she spoke, after clearing her throat. "Yes. . . yes. That is right. This is your, no, my retribution for not only tricking me into forming a bond with you, but also for the emotions and all that. Yes, this is my retribution!"
He listened and watched as Qetsiyah spoke. Her expression starting off a little surprised, most likely at the fact that he was just going to roll with it, and then becoming much surer and confident as she spoke. And in that moment, as he watched the uncertainty and bashfulness leave her eyes, he had to ask himself, exactly how much actual experience, personal experience, with sex does Qetsiyah have?
He knew, back in the olden days, many were inclined to wait until marriage to get laid, but no part of him believed she would. She's always been a woman who does what she wants and will never apologize for it. So, it was more likely that, while she and Silas did hook up, since she was willing to spend eternity with him, so he had to at least give her some of that good fucking. At the very least. But how many times, and in how many ways. Was it just missionary, since Stefan and all his dopplegangers just have faces that simply scream "missionary for life!" Or was it something more, like throwing in doggy style every now and then? Jeremy couldn't know and he couldn't be sure. However, what he did know, without a doubt, was that his girl was feeling truly vulnerable for the first time in a very long time and this time, it was of her own initiative. So, if she needed to establish control and a position of dominance over their first time, even if she probably didn't realize that's what she was doing, he was more than okay with that.
Especially since, if he was being honest with himself, she was just too fucking sexy to deny in any way when it came to him being inside of her.
"Well then," he turned his face away from her and looked up at the clear blue sky as a smile spread across his face. "Have your way with me."
He didn't even need to turn his head to see the beautiful smile that lit up her face as she quickly threw the grapes aside and swung one perfect, thick, juicy, sculpted leg over his torso, as she hovered over his stomach, looking at him. Her hands placed on his chest as he watched her breathing begin to accelerate.
He simply watched as she slowly lowered herself down. The hot, wet, folds of her perfect pussy coming to settle down flush against his rocky, ab adorned stomach. He watched as she closed her eyes and licked her perfect lips as she felt her snatch meet his abs. Then, he watched as she began to moan like she had just tasted the sweetest confectionary in the world as she started to rub herself back and forth along the ridges of his abs, making his stomach glisten and moist with her juice.
He simply watched her. His eyes hooded and gaze sharp, as he took in every spectacular detail of the goddess above him. Even as she sped up her movements, never once allowing her chest or shoulders to move, only rocking her lower body back and forth, he still watched. Even as those movements resulted in her opening her perfect mouth wide open, and he was welcomed to the sight of what he knew to be her delicious tongue poking out to taste her own upper lip, as the wetness multiplied along his stomach as she came with a shudder, he still watched.
Then, when her perfect eyes opened, and she looked down at him, and then proceeded to slowly slide her slick folds down his body. Over her pelvis. And she met his already elongated member between her ass cheeks, he still watched her. Her eyes on his and his on hers, as she arched her back and lifted her hips high enough to fit his length underneath her as she reached between her legs and grasped him in her palm for the first time, sending a shudder through his taut body. The growl that bubbled from deep within the recesses of his being as he looked at her slowly, ever so slowly, lower herself down, did nothing to cool the fire burning in either of their bodies.
Then, with his eyes locked on hers and her eyes locked on his, she welcomed him home.
Neither spoke.
Only the hitched, inconsistent, intake of air that she constantly tried to suck in as she lowered herself down his length let the two of them know that the world still had sound in its existence beyond them. Beyond their touch. Beyond their eyes.
It was only when he was fully sheathed and her folds were pressed firmly against his skin, her ass pressed against his lap, and her breathing heavy and taxing, like she just performed an incredibly stamina draining exercise, did either of them break the eye contact. However, that was only so Qetsiyah could once more roll her head back and lick her perfect lips, as she slowly, so so slowly, began to raise her hips in the air. The cool breeze flowing off the ocean and onto his now soaked crotch the only indication that her presence was missed, since he was entirely focused on the sensation enveloping his penis.
Once more, she looked at him as she rose. Her lips parted as she leaned forward and brought her face within inches of his own, as she rose. And, once she reached an apex and she was prepared to bring herself back down, she smashed her lips onto his own, and slammed her sopping pussy straight down the length of his cock. An audible clap sounding out in the distance from the meeting of their flesh, as her breath once more still against his mouth. Her tongue hanging out her own and laid inside of his, as she panted above him. Her breathes tasting sweet on his tongue.
They continued, or it would be more appropriate to say, she continued to ride him for hours on end. Never changing position, and never allowing him to take his eyes off of her as she worshipped her body and his own. Taking each and every creampie straight into her womb every single time they came together.
It was a good boat ride.
It was only when she had completely exhausted herself and she laid flat against him. Her body soaked and caked in sweat and their shared liquids, that he finally moved his body, bringing his arms up off the deck like they were never bound in the first place and wrapping them tight around his lover.
And then, they slept. Never once even bothering to remove his cock from her vagina.
When they awoke next, Jeremy first, and then Qetsiyah, many hours later, Jeremy asked the question that was bothering him in the back of his mind from the moment he first opened his eyes on the deck, only to learn that he had slept through the beginning of school, effectively making him, Jeremy The Impaler, a delinquent. Though, since he was still firmly resting inside of Qetsiyah at that time, since it kind of just felt like the place to be, he was pretty much okay with it.
That was, right up until, he reached out with his mind in order to check up on his girls. At that moment, he knew, without an ounce of doubt, that he would indeed, be spilling blood once again.
"Wait. Qetsiyah, what the hell did you do with Emily?"
Chapter 73
(Elena P.O.V.)
It's been weeks since Jeremy left on his "journey" and in all that time, an emptiness. A hollowness. Has made itself known in the pit of my stomach.
I miss him.
I knew I loved my little brother. After all, we grew up together. We bathed together. Played together. Made friends together. So, yes, I knew I loved my little brother. But, it wasn't until he was already off, doing hell knows what dangerous thing, that I knew just how much I loved my little brother.
I want him near me. Always.
And yet, I know it's unreasonable to want something that's not mine. He's Caroline's. And Vicki's. And despite what Bonnie says, I'm pretty sure he's hers as well. He's all of there's and they get to be close to him in a way that I never could.
It's not fair.
But, I'll take what I can get... usually. It's just that, the longer he's gone. Traveling to some far off place in order to do, what he calls, "what needs to be done". The more depth that hollowness gains, and I fear, eventually, something inside of me will wither away.
Though, despite my, what Jeremy would call, "dramatics", I'm not self-centered enough to see that I'm not the only one that's lonely now that he's not by our sides every morning to exercise and every night with a kiss on the forehead.
Jenna has become busier and more forgetful. Always running around trying to get things done that I'm pretty sure, she's just creating to have something to do now that Jeremy can't randomly pull us to sit and watch some movie with him at the drop of a hat. So, she occupies her days creating and chasing tasks she needs to tackle. It's odd, but also, so Jenna.
Caroline is doubling down on her attempts to make sure that every single little thing in her life is exactly the way it should be. If she notices even the smallest detail, that doesn't even matter, out of place, then she's tearing down the whole project and starting over again with an even more critical eye. Which, when it comes to the training she's been doing with Vicki, means that she spends a lot of time getting her ass kicked. Which is nice, but also, a little disturbing.
Vicki. . . well Vicki, honestly, seems like a drug addict missing her fix. Her nerves are taut and there's a tension in her body whenever she's not moving that makes it look like she's right on the edge of twitching or yelling or something. If I had to guess, I would say that when she let go of the drugs, she replaced them, with Jeremy. Which makes sense. He's kind of..... my brother, so I'll leave that alone.
Bonnie's hands down the weirdest. I mean, I get it, you're a witch, but it's already been weeks since Jeremy told her about her ancestors and she's still acting like it's some new thing. The problem is, I have no idea how to talk to her about it since I can't relate to most of what she talks about feeling or thinking or accepting. It would be nice if she had another witch to talk to about this stuff, but the only one that we know of is her grandmother and she's... a bit out of it. Then there's that necklace that just one day appeared on Jeremy's desk in his warehouse where Bonnie likes to sit. It's like it can compel her to stare at it, which shouldn't be possible since we've all been drinking vervain daily, and yet, she spends hours, just staring at it. It's more than a little creepy and all the way strange. Though, I will say that the necklace is pretty, in a old-timey sort of way. It's not my style, but I guess it's hers.
End Journal Entry.
School started today and Jeremy still isn't back. He said he would be here for the first day of school, but he still isn't back and now, I can't help but worry. What if something happened to him? What if one of those vampires that he likes to fight ate him? What if he fell down a manhole and bled out? There are too many possibilities and none of them are good. There was a major storm over in the part of the world that he said he would be in a few days ago, and the news says that an entire island was destroyed. My only thought was, what if Jeremy was there? The images were strange and the storm seemed unnatural. Apparently, one moment, it was a normal, bright sunny day, and then the next, storm clouds appeared out of nowhere and a storm came down on that island like the wrath of me, if Jeremy doesn't show up soon.
This morning, Bonnie told me he was okay. Apparently, the necklace she's been staring at like a weirdo, is actually a talisman that allows her to talk to an ancestor of hers. An ancestor who, somehow, knows Jeremy's condition. I don't like it. But, at the same time, I can't help but hope that the bitch isn't lying, because if she is... that's waaay too aggressive. I need to take a step back and calm down.
On another note, we have a new student at school and it's weird. The first time I saw him, I couldn't help but stop and stare. Nothing about him could compare to Jeremy in any way, however, those stiff shoulders. That large chin. And those boring, somewhat melancholic eyes of his seemed to draw me in. I don't know what wrong with me, but it's probably some weird shit to do with magic, since the second he got close to Bonnie, she sent us all a text with his picture and a single word: vampire. So, while I don't know why I'm drawn to him, I do know that no good can come of it. No matter how interesting that dull voice of his is.
Perhaps though.. perhaps he can help to stop the hole from getting bigger. Maybe he can make me miss Jeremy a little bit less. Make the hollowness a little more bearable.
End Journal Entry.
Fucking broody ass scumbag will not stop staring. Is it possible he's as drawn to me, as I am to him? No, it's definitely more for him. He can't seem to stop staring and making eyes at me, and while I find myself becoming more and more interested in being in his presence, I definitely don't have a NEED to be around him, or even look at him. Yeah, it's definitely a more profound feeling for him. But it's too bad since, as soon as Jeremy comes back, if the notes he left us were any indication, Stefan will probably die. I'll somewhat miss all the attention he gives, but... some things just can't be helped. Like Stefan's resting moody face.
Though, I suppose Stefan might be right. Since, after I told him I have a very protective little brother, which he found funny, he told me that he was sure Jeremy would just want me to be happy. And that's true. The only question is... would Stefan make me happy?
Tonight is the bonfire and he's asked me to go with him. Perhaps tonight, I'll have my answer.
Also, note to self, buy cushion to bring when sitting in cemeteries. I forgot how much sitting here really makes my butt hurt. But, with Jeremy off, out in the world, I find myself coming here more and more. And no matter how much it makes me feel a bit too much like a girl version of Stefan's face whenever I do it, it's an old habit that has brought me comfort in the past, perhaps it will bring me comfort again?
End Journal Entry.
(P.O.V. Change)
I wake to my mind telling me how much time has passed since I was last awake, and it looks like nothing more than an hour has passed since Qetsiyah and I came down from the high in which we found ourselves and fuck can I just say, her pussy is the best. Easily right up there with Emily's and Caroline's for a three way tie. However, no matter how much I'm enjoying laying here with her spread out on top of me, I know it's time to get our asses up. I've got a town to get back to before emo bitch and petty bitch make their presences known. Since, I kind of don't want to kill the two..... no, wait, I kind of do. Those two fuck-sticks were so fucking annoying most of the time with their petty squabbles and overly dramatic arguments that always end in some great over-reaction, usually on Damon's side, but still, they're a package deal and I have no interest in paying the shipping fees. Yeah, it's best to just get rid of the mongrels and be done with it.
It was with that thought that I reached out for my phone from wherever it was, and watched as it flew into my hand. Not once even partially feeling a single bit of drain on my energy. The magic flowing through my body, now fully flowing freely and existing as one with every part of me, and not just sitting beneath the surface. Now, the surface itself, as well as every thing else that was in essence me, had a feeling of being settled. Whole. Complete, and no longer capable of differentiating my energy from my body. My body was now energy. Very cool.
I open the app connected to all the cameras and check them one by one. And even as I note just how long I've been asleep, since I've already missed half a week, I don't let that stop me as I confirm and re-affirm the state of affairs.
Stefan's present. Damon's only just become present earlier in the day, today. And Anna is now attending school with everyone else and keeping her head down, ready to strike.
All the players are on the stage and according to what I see from the cemetery camera pointed at the journal that's open and being written in by my cousin/sister, those players have not yet been upgraded to MVPs, so now would be a good time to get rid of them.
Whelp, only one way to find out.
Besides, I do not like the way that fog is rolling in. Especially, since it's a waaaay too underused of an ability. The only question is... who's behind the fog? Damon or Stefan. That's the question, and I will have my answers. Just as soon as I untangle myself. Find Emily, wherever she is. And bloop myself right over to where they are.
I'm looking forward to this battle...
But, more than that, where the fuck is Emily and why do I get the feeling Qetsiyah made the chronic voyeur go away. Too bad. Though, it's no worry for me. I will have them both, at the same time, eventually.
(A/N: I just started writing as soon as I made that last post, and now, here it is. I'm super sleepy, so I'll need to re-read this in the AM, and if I need to make changes, I'll re-post the chapter with those changes. Peace.)
Chapter 74
Jeremy stood there, on the deck of his ship. Qetsiyah passed out. Emily off, no doubt blocked from interfering with Qetsiyah's game, somewhere. And the first day of school long behind him.
He looked up at the water flowing over the side of the ship and then back down at his phone. The cameras he set up around town, showing all the locations and actions of one, Stefan Salvatore, as he made his way around town, and in every single one of those instances, the creepy little stalker was somewhere where he would have a clear view of Jeremy's darling sister/cousin.
The heat began to pick up, as the once clear sky began to darken. Black clouds rolling in and thunder clapping in order to announce it's presence to the spectacle that was, a very pissed off Jeremy.....
"Jeremy....." He tested the name on his lips, as the eight fangs in his mouth began to descend. "Jeremy." He let the name roll off his tongue and around his teeth, as he spoke it out loud. "Jeremy, Jeremy, jeremy, it just doesn't sound right. Actually, now that I mention it, I already knew it didn't sound right, hell, it never sounded right." He stretched his mouth wide open and let the cool wind produced by the growing storm swirl around his sensitive teeth. "Now Vlad on the other hand. Mmmmhmmm, that just sounds oh so right." His tongue traced the upper right side of his fangs, as a smile stretched across his beautiful face.
"Yes. That will work perfectly." He could feel Qetsiyah begin to stir from her slumber. No doubt woken by the storm that was only lacking in rain to let one know that it was indeed torrential.
Without even turning to face her, he spoke.
"Qetsiyah," he said, his voice coming out deeper, as he settled the growing feeling of anger. Of possessiveness, down deep into his center.
He turned only his head a little over 90 degrees to look back at her, as he spoke.
"Call me Vlad."
With that declaration, it was like the sky itself descended to the ground in order to embrace the voice that boomed across miles of sea, as lightening met water and Jeremy, NO, Vlad, proclaimed his name to the world.
Qetsiyah, in response, gave a small nod. Ignoring her first instinct which was going to undoubtedly be a refusal, followed by a "call me Tess", however, for some reason, she found she could do nothing more than agree.
Jeremy turned back and looked out at the once calm sea as he closed his eyes and played the images, the memories, through his mind that were displayed before him during his time unconscious. The memories of another being named Vlad. A being that nearly destroyed an entire world, and the only thing that saved it was his choice not to. A being, that he could call, Ancestor. He looked through the memories, embracing the feelings and deciphering the understanding that the one called Dracula gained throughout his existence about the powers that he now wielded inside his very being.
When his eyes opened, the black, red, and purple specks that were once there, could no longer be seen. Now, they simply glowed a dark purple. A purple that rippled and flowed out of his eye sockets like they were a liquid.
The next moment, like he had just tasted a dish so good he simply couldn't help himself, his shirt was blown away. Then, his body began to rise. Slowly off the deck, seemingly unbothered by the winds buffeting around him, his body simply rose in the air. And once he felt he was high enough, wings of the purest black, a black so deep and dark that it matched the very hair on his head, appeared out of his back spreading until they came to a stop at around twenty five feet.
Instantly, the wind caught his wings and he found himself rocketing back. So, he closed his eyes, and in mere moments, he was flipping through the air and then gliding with the wind. Then, against the wind, and with one mighty flap that dispersed all the wind around his body, he shot up straight through the clouds with only one quick flap of his wings. And then, he was above them. The sun was still out.
He looked out, over the clouds and directly at the sun. His mind pulling him to take on the challenge and see just how many flaps of his wings and just how long it would take, before he could find himself face to face with that ball of light.
However, he quickly dismissed the thought. Recognizing it for what it was. Hubris.
Though, if he tried, he was pretty sure he could stand directly before the sun in space, but the question was, why would he?
A voice in his mind telling him, 'because it's badass'. Though, he dismissed that jackass too.
He blinked once and as he blinked, darkness consumed his body, and the next instance, as his eyes were opening from the blink, he was back on the deck with a wide smile forming on his face.
Now, he felt like he belonged in his new world.
No more necessary running around. No more necessary grinding. No more having to leave his girls so he could accomplish something that he needed to before it came back to bite him in the ass because he was too weak to face it when it came. Now. . . . . Now, he could simply do whatever the fuck he wanted, and reveled in that sense of freedom. A sense of freedom that he didn't even realize that he had lost only a little after his arrival. Only now does he realize that his caring for his people and the desire to see them safe, unharmed, and living their best lives, resulted in him veering quite far from who he was as a person. From who Vlad Dracula was as a person. And from who every person who could reach out their hand and close it, plunging the world into darkness and chaos, was as a person.
Free.
Just as Jeremy thought that his anger was cooled, he began to feel it come back at the revelation that had been presented to him, by him. Though, he was easily able to tell just how irrational it was, as far as thoughts go. Simply because, if he didn't get out there and get shit done, he would be feeling pretty fucking stupid once someone he cares for found themselves being held by the throat and threatened, simply because he was too weak to clean up their messes when they got out of control.
So yeah, he knew perfectly well that he was being irrational, but... at the same time, he really didn't care. Especially since he had the perfect punching bag to take out his irrational anger on.
But first....
He focused his mind and reached out to the bonds that connected him to those he cared for.
He immediately noted Qetsiyah by his side. Then, he traced Emily, and her current state of being incapable of separating herself from the presence of the talisman in Bonnie's possession. Funny. Then, he reached out to his girls. Now, while they didn't share a magical bond like the two witches did with him, they did share an emotional one. So, he traced that. Checking their emotions, mindsets, and desires. All of which quickly told him one thing. He was missed.
"That settles that then." Vlad's deep, masculine, and smooth/rich like chocolate voice drifted over the still turbulent sea. He reached one hand to his side, in an invitation to the woman standing there and he felt her take his larger hand in her smaller one. And with one pull to bring her flush up against him, since, she was still naked and he was only wearing pants. They, along with the ship, disappeared. If one were looking from afar as they did, they would have seen the entire ship simply consumed by a ball of darkness and then, it was no longer there.
The next moment however, Vlad, Qetsiyah, and the ship appeared just outside Virginia, in the north Atlantic sea.
Vlad hopped off the ship. Though, it was more like he bent his knees, and jumped, and then drifted to the ground, but still, he hopped off the ship and landed on the ground. A shadow spreading across the entirety of the state. The entire land and all that was occurring clear before his eyes like he was standing there, at every single location.
He watched Bonnie talk to Emily in the living room of his house, as Caroline and Elena got ready for the bonfire that was already getting under way. He watched Jenna "make" herself something to eat, and by make, she just put a frozen dinner in the microwave. He would definitely be getting on her for that and Vicki sitting in the main seat in front of the monitors at his main warehouse. Additional cameras had been placed around the woods where the bonfire was happening and he liked their initiative. He watched Damon quickly, for a lesser vampire, making his way into town. He watched Stefan near the woods of the bonfire, waiting for Elena to show up. He saw it all. Every perspective and point of view, like he was right there and at no point did he feel even the slightest strain on his mind. Though, he was certain he would be needed to consume blood soon, if only to stave off any discomfort. After all, blood was the purest form of life-force for most species, and he was basically a walking life-force siphon. The only thing that could beat it, was one's very soul.
Speaking of which.
He brought his hand up and turned it to face him, and seconds later, a crate was floating out of the ship behind him. Naturally, he didn't have to use his hand for this task. However, he was still working out the nuances of the things he had seen his ancestor do in his memories. So, he was taking it easy on the "oops, my bad-s" that he would need to say, after accidentally smashing the crate into a wall because he was trying to be cool.
The rectangular crate came down and landed upright in front of him. Then, with a flick of his index and middle finger on his right hand, to the left, the front of the crate was stripped away and sent flying to the left. And there before him, in all her glory, was the statue of Amara.
Instantly he could feel the hatred and anger beginning to bubble up in Qetsiyah, so decided not to dilly-dally.
He walked forward and placed his hand on the middle of her upper chest and closed his eyes.
He could see his vision burrowing inside of the statue and then deeper. Past her soul and then to the dimension connected to her soul. He didn't even bother trying to hide his presence as he searched out the Travelers magical signature that was attached to their very souls and quickly looked through the clearly frozen individuals, until he found the one he was looking for.
Not even bothering with pleasantries or hellos, he grabbed the bastard around the neck and pulled himself and the ant back into the original dimension. He checked himself and saw that barely two seconds had passed since he closed his eyes, which made him realize that they probably weren't even frozen at all, he was just moving too fast for them to properly react to his presence on the other side. Though it was no matter to him.
He shielded himself and the entire area of his surroundings from prying eyes, as he took in the form of Markos, who now looked like Emily did when she first appeared before him. Just a ghost. Though, that was more than enough for Vlad's purposes.
Markos watched as the thing before him turned purple. No, it's eyes turned purple. And then, Markos felt a type of suction force begin to pull at his body and drag him towards the thing. And while, he would admit that the thing had a very handsome face. He had no interest in getting any closer than he absolutely had to to the beast with the eight fangs and glowing eyes. Sadly though, it seemed like he didn't have a choice. The suction quickly pulled him in. However, instead of coming face to face with the beast like he thought, instead the beast opened it's mouth, and then Markos knew, he definitely would have preferred if his imaginations prevailed over his reality. Sadly, that was his last thought, as he was consumed, and his memories were acquired.
"Tasty."
He didn't even have to turn around to see the shock on Qetsiyah's face, and he would be lying if he said that the ability to make that beautiful woman's mouth open wide, was more than half the reason he decided to swallow the soul, instead of just absorbing the being of nothing but energy in a more refined manner. Such as through his hand, or eyes, or just the simple light that came from the energy he was giving off from his eyes. No, he decided to swallow the soul and fuck if he didn't enjoy that immensely. After all, only the most badass of badasses could do what he just did, and he was nothing, if not a badass.
He didn't even need to think about it, to understand every shred of knowledge the ant had acquired, and he saw the spell work that led the dopplegangers to seek out one another. Then, with a snap of his fingers, he broke that shit and spit on the ground for good measure.
'The mongrel'.
That was his only thought as he looked out across the distance once again, and decided on how he wanted to make his grand return.
And then he said "fuck it", let his body fall forward and straight into a shadow, and was rising out of the floor and into Elena's room.
He looked at the girl in front of him and gave her a gentle smile as he spoke.
"Naked is a very good look on you."
Chapter 75
"Jerem-" He heard the sound of his sweet and newly un-cursed cousin's voice and decided to skip the preamble, appearing immediately in front of her and taking her into his arms.
Elena, for her part, was stunned.
One second she was getting ready, with her and Caroline doing each others hair, before she went to have her shower after Caroline, and the next, she was standing, looking at her brother buck naked and only a little uncomfortable.
"Jerem-" she started to speak, but before she could, her brother had seemingly teleported from one end of the room and was right in front of her. Her startled brain only managing to register how right she felt in his arms before he was pulling back to take a good look at her and allow her to take a good look at him.
He had changed once again.
She noticed him changing the more time passed since their parents passed.
It was subtle at first, but she saw. She always saw her little brother and she was proud of herself for always noticing everything going on with him. That's why the heartbreak she felt on top of her parent's death when she found out he was going out there and doing who knows what with Vicki Donovan, that she found herself no longer able to even leave her room. No longer able to face him as she once had. The guilt of her knowing that her parents were only out there because of her, no matter how irrational it was, only weighed her down, as she thought about what she would do if she couldn't pull her brother away from the bad influences. If she failed and he..... she needed time before she faced that possibility.
However, she soon found her worries to be a little stupid, because Jeremy, Jeremy rebounded far faster than she did from his own heartbreak and instead of hiding away as she had, he decided to face their shared situation head on. And it was him pulling her out of her own ass, instead of her pulling him out.
And now, Jeremy, her brother, had changed once again.
When he left, he already looked older than her. His body seemed to be sculpted by some god of sculpting that said, "hey, you guys want to see just how sexy I can make a male body"... No, just how.. fit the god could make a male body. Oh, no, it's fine if the god decided to try for sexy, that didn't mean she found her brother sexy, since she wasn't the one who sculpted him. Those strong, defined shoulders that led to arms rippling with refined muscle and a chest that looked like it was molded from granite and then those abs. So, yes, her brother was attractive and she was secure enough in their relationship to admit it. Now however, now she could see that he was a little something more than attractive. He looked the same and yet, at the same time, those black, red, and purple pupils in his eyes seemed to draw her focus from the world around her. His hair, a color that looked like it was pulled from the night sky, and appeared as soft and silky as satin. His jaw, so sharp, defined, and those lips.
Elena could feel herself getting wet in a way she hadn't in a very long time and she was glad that she hadn't yet taken her shower, otherwise she would need another. And then, she realized exactly what she just thought and had to shut her eyes and give her head a firm shake before she did or said something that she was certain she would come to regret. This wasn't her favorite guilty pleasure A Song of Ice and Fire, and they weren't Targaryens. But they could be Lannisters, a voice in the back of her traitorous mind reminded her. It wouldn't be acceptable to society, but it could still be.
Vlad, on the other hand, just watched as Elena's mind kept going through her continuous mental battle and he would have laughed at her... if his nose wasn't being assulted by the smell of her of so potent arousal. The old magic of the doppleganger blood that flowed through her veins calling to him almost as much as the dripping fluid between her legs.
'Welp, guess this is a thing now.'
He could hear Caroline finishing up with her shower and stepping out. The towel going around her body, and her preparing to step out of the bathroom and return to Elena's room.
His mind moved quickly as he thought on possible courses of action in order to get the absolute best outcome in the moments that were sure to follow.
Jenna and Bonnie were downstairs. Vicki was at the warehouse. And Elena was standing before him, her nakedness already forgotten from her mind as she battled with her desire vs her heart and her heat spreading from her core.
Vlad has always been and always will be decisive and when he decided to do something, shit got done. However, he was also someone that would never push a person he cared for in a direction that would cause them regret. Therefore, he decided that when Elena came to him, it would be of her own volition and not because she felt pressured by her heart, her body, and his seduction.
He locked eyes with Elena and he could see the slight fear, arousal, excitement, hesitation, arousal, and then more fear in her eyes as he pulled her closer to him around her lower back. However, she didn't even have time to utter a word before, from her perspective, her vision blurred and the next second, she was tied to the bed post by both of her wrists and Vlad could see that only at that moment did she remember just how naked her incredibly sexy body actually was.
"Jeremy!" Elena yelled once she found her voice, and just as Vlad was about to do his iconic laugh, the door burst open with a wide-eyed Caroline standing there. Her mouth already moving before her eyes and her brain could catch up.
"YouheardfromJerem..........."
Caroline has seen many things in her life. Growing up, she didn't see much, just the normal stuff that any and all young people did in a small town. However, once she started to orbit the bright star that was Jeremy Gilbert, she saw a whole lot more. Especially every time he brought her to orgasm. THAT was like being exposed to a whole new galaxy, universe, no, the birth of a universe. THAT is how good Jeremy is had pushing her body to new heights of pleasure, pain, and everything in between. Only he knew how to love her the way she needed and never knew she wanted. When she was younger, she thought it was the missing love of her father that created such a hole in her heart. Then, as she grew, she believed it was the missing love of her mostly absentee mother, that created such a hole in her heart. However, from the second she looked into Jeremy's eyes. Truly looked into them. She knew she had found the missing piece that she had always longed for. Then she felt him place his huge cock straight up inside of her, through that hole, and seal her future. She was done.
So yes, Caroline has seen many things in her life. She saw love with Jeremy. Lust with Jeremy. Belonging with Jeremy. Vampires with Jeremy. Violence with Jeremy. Oh, so, sexy violence. The way he went after those vampires in that cage is something she would never forget. She saw strength with Jeremy. He helped her find a group of people that actually made her feel like she was no longer alone, and in Vicki, she found a... person who understood her love. So, a true friend.
(A/N: Remember this is pre-vampire, thirsty and romantic Caroline that just wanted to be loved.)
However, today. Today she saw something new with Jeremy.
The first thing she noticed after running the last few steps to Elena's room after hearing her yell out Jeremy's name was, well, Jeremy. Just standing there in all his sexiness and taking her breath away. However, it was when he turned his body sideways and she followed the motion with her eyes, that she caught sight of something not only new, but something she never actually imagined, unless she was very annoyed with Elena for ignoring her and images of her tying her friend down and punishing her for treating her like she wasn't important and then rewarding her afterwards went through her mind. However, other than that, it was completely unimaginable. Though now, there it was, in real life. If this even was her life. Elena Gilbert, naked, and tied to the bed.
Caroline's eyes zeroed in on the wetness around Elena closed inner thighs and she immediately felt her own pussy start to get hot. Her eyes found Jeremy's and once more, he took her breath away. He had gotten even sexier in the time he was away. Of course he did. That's why he's too good for you. A part of her mind that she was becoming more and more capable of ignoring spoke to her. Though, this time she didn't even notice its' voice, because she was mentally and physically, stuck. She didn't know what to do.
However, that all changed when Jeremy simply smiled at her and opened his arms. She didn't care that the towel fell as she ran forward, because nothing else mattered but being in those strong, warm arms and then, she was.
Right where she belonged.
The first kiss had been initiated by her. She couldn't help it, it had been too fucking long since she had a taste of him, so she wanted it. Needed it. Took it.
The second kiss however, once she pulled back, that was all on Jeremy. The first was sweet, sentimental, lovely. The second was passionate, rushing, consuming. So, she let herself be consumed, not even noticing when Jeremy picked her up by the back of her thighs, or when he led her to the edge of the bottom of the bed.
Vlad did though. Vlad noticed every single aspect of every single thing for miles in his surroundings. His senses taking in everything and filtering that information to only a small portion of his mind, while the rest of his focus was placed directly on the path he had chosen, because while he refused to make the first move on Elena, that didn't mean that he would allow her to run away either. So, while he wouldn't be taking her, yet. He would be giving her a glimpse of exactly what she was most definitely going to be getting herself into.
Which is why, as his clothes exploded off his body, and he moved his mighty member to the entrance of Caroline's begging quim. He took a quick glance at the Elena's own sex that was laying exposed to him, after she had no choice but to bend her knees towards her body, less she allow Caroline to fall on her feet when he laid her down.
He didn't bother to look at Elena's face however. He wanted her to beg him to look at her. 'Otherwise, keep letting fear dictate your actions gorgeous. I'll just keep fucking your friends and you'll keep missing out.' That was his thought as he buried himself pelvis deep with one hard thrust straight into Caroline's pussy. He could see that from the moment he opened his arms to welcome Caroline with a hug that the girl had already forgotten everything other than him. So, he wasn't surprised when she let out one of the most bestial roars that he had ever heard in his life when he speared his length straight through her center.
He could already hear Jenna and Bonnie running to see what the fuck was wrong and he already sensed Emily, the only woman he knows who could possibly compete with Caroline's beastie roar with one of her own, at his back. Her hands already rubbing his back muscles and her lips laying soft sweet kisses wherever her hands traced.
Obviously, he had been missed.
Just like the bonfire that they would likely no longer be attending. . . or maybe they should.