mikaelsonsister:

she watches him, and she can’t keep the look of horror from her expression. he did it. he drank the blood, he finished the transition. she doesn’t know what to say, what to do. he hates her, she can see that. he’s disgusted with her, with what she’s done to him. she thought she hated herself before  —  she’s never hated herself more than she does in this moment, watching him writhing in pain and unable to do anything. what is happening, she wants to scream. what is happening?! she doesn’t understand, she’s confused and afraid. not afraid of him, of course not. despite him snapping at her, she’s afraid for him. 

and she cannot just stand by and watch him suffer and hurt like he is. her true face emerges, fangs elongating  —  an involuntary response to the temperament of the room, to the fear and worry that itches in her chest. and then she’s in front of him in a flash, grabbing ahold of his hands with her superior strength.  ‘ jeremy ! ’  she growls, a commanding demand, but not compulsion. she vows to herself, here and now, she will never compel him.  ‘ look at me ! ’  she forces his eyes to hers as her face softens back into her human one.  ‘ i don’t know what you need, i don’t know how to help you if you don’t tell me ! ’

let me help you, she begs, silently. her mind runs through the list of possibilities  —  what’s happening to him, what she can do  —  and she knows that some vampires experience sensory overload once completing a transition. everything is so much sharper, every sense basically on overdrive. but there’s also the unbelievable pain of being hungry. it can mess with your head, it can make everything hurt. but rebekah has no more blood, and  —  she sees the glass that had held blood, disregarded on the floor.  ‘ listen to me, focus on me. everything is too fast, isn’t it? you need to focus on one thing, just one. ’  as she’s speaking, she smashes the glass, taking a shard and using it to slice open a small cut on her neck.  ‘ use your taste. taste me, my blood. ’  she cocks her head to the side, urging him.

the voices are getting louder. in all the time he lived as a medium, his mind had never been this cluttered with distractions. but just as he knew back then, jeremy knows now that these are real. call it intuition, call it a hunch, but somehow the teen knows that it’s not some trick or hallucination. and the loudest voice of all? damon’s.

your sister thinks we should have another one of our talks.

“what’s going on, elena?” he sputters, spittle flying from parted lips as years of compulsion begin to unravel. he feels blindly for his environment around him as his grip on reality blurs. his mind aches with the images that flash before him– bits and pieces. vicki’s face. [ what the hell? she looks like a monster! ] damon’s. [ she’s dead. vicki’s dead. i don’t understand why but i know what i saw happen – why are you saying she’s left town? how is this for the best? ] days he swore he knew are exposed as folly. false memories fade to reveal the truth. the elder salvatore appears once more.

you’re going to have a BETTER LIFE, jeremy.

rebekah’s demanding tone breaks through the noise, and his head snaps in her direction. he looks at her through the mask of a demon. his breathing is labored as she slices her skin and copper burns his nostrils. the rest of the world falls to the wayside, but not of his own doing. the devil is in control now, and not even god would have mercy on his soul.

jeremy doesn’t recall moving across the room, but suddenly his body is pressed into hers– chest to chest, hip to hip. his lips on her neck, the first bite attempt is a clumsy one. but the appetizer of blood on her smooth skin and the insatiable hunger that burns in his throat drives him to try again. this time, fresh fangs sink deeply into their target, and victory wells up in his chest when his mouth floods with his reward. hands grope at her, tangling in her hair and pressing against her waist; he feels the impact like his own when her body makes contact with the wall behind her. he’s gnawing at her flesh, impatient, but jeremy’s doing exactly what’s expected of him. all he can focus on is that one thing. the taste of her blood.

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mikaelsonsister  v; and baby makes three  i was gonna do the other reply first but realized that i needed to do this one for the context(tm)  listen remember how you basically called me a dramatic asshole the other day?  maybe you were right  bekah vc: wtf is going on bro u good  jer vc: just remembering every choice in my life being made for me nbd  bekah vc: cool cool eat me out u'll feel better  I MEAN  
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