relax darling

Jeremy opened and closed his mouth, any come backs he was preparing to use no longer necessary. He narrowed his eyes at the vampire, giving him nothing but silence for several minutes before opening his mouth again, this time to speak, “Stop messing with my mind, Kol!” he shouted, desperately, “I kill vampires! They don’t deserve to live. I stop them from killing living, breathing, humans. That’s a good thing. I am not a bad person for killing creepy blood drinking creatures.” he tugged on his hair, frustration clear on his face, “If you were actually human you would understand.”

The Original rolled his eyes at the boy, "I'm not messing with your mind, Jer. You're immune to compulsion, remember? It's rather unfortunate actually, if it wasn't for your little hunter's mark I could easily compel you to love me." he hummed, smiling charmingly down at the shorter male, "Oh well, I do like a good challenge." He couldn't help but chuckle at Jeremy's words and frustration, "No worries, Darling. I understand perfectly, you kill my kind for the good of humanity. You are a good little hero, aren't you?" he raised his eyebrows expectantly at the hunter, "Don't you ever want to be a little bad? Have some fun for a change?" he asked, his tone teasing.

The original was so spot on that it terrified Jeremy, he didn’t understand how the other guy could see right through him and know all his secrets and weaknesses. “I didn’t know you were a psychotic vampire who was sent there to ‘keep an eye on me’. If I knew what you really were or what your motives were, I never would have even glanced at you, let alone become your mate.” he spoke between clenched teeth, his voice rough. He was done playing games with Kol, he was done being led on, he was done being lied to.

#oh my god i love that line fshuadf #jeremy001 #k verse 2

Kol stumbled back a step, his footwork no longer as flawless as it usually was. He was caught off guard by the sudden amount of anger Jer shot at him but it didn’t take long for him to compose himself and start shooting mean words right back at the human boy. “You think you’re so much better than me, don’t you?” he asked, lips forming a mischievous grin, “You are no better than me, darling. The only difference between the two of us is that I kill those with heart beats and you kill those with out heart beats. You may think you are all high and mighty but my dear, sweet, Jeremy, you are a killer, same as me.”

The boy whimpered slightly, Kol’s words affecting him more than he would have expected, before coming back strong, “We can’t,” he stated, firmly, “We aren’t in Denver anymore. Things aren’t the same, we can’t be…” he struggled to find the correct word to describe what they were, “..mates, anymore.”

The hunter’s words did hurt but not enough to make Kol want to give up, “We had fun in Denver didn’t we?” he questioned, their similarly colored eyes meeting, “You enjoyed yourself with me and you know how easy it would be for you to give in to me again, that’s what scares you.” he was so sure of himself, as if he could read Jeremy's mind.

#k verse 2 #jeremy001

“Come on, Jer,” the vampire pleaded, pouting slightly in a way that made even a maniac like Kol look adorable. “It’ll be just like old times, like Denver.” he told him, his own words stinging his ears because they made memories of himself and the Gilbert boy cross his mind. No matter how hard he tried to deny it; what they had in Denver was.. fun.

“I’m not pretty,” he told him, “You should know I’m not a woman but maybe you’ve had one too many drinks,” he knew it wasn’t exactly the brightest idea to be so rude to an original vampire but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He couldn’t help but laugh when Kol brought up the time they spent together in Denver, “Me and you remember Denver very differently then because I use the word ‘Fake’ when referring to what went down while we were there.”

Kol smirked, "I'm well aware of what is in your pants but you are still a very pretty boy," he informed him, letting go of his arm because he knew the boy wouldn't try walking away again. He frowned at the word 'fake', "Oh, come on, Jer," he took another step forward, "If what we had was fake then why am I here?" he asked, even though he knew he couldn't possibly answer the question. After giving him a couple of moments to think about the question he answered it himself, "I came here to be with you and nothing is going to get in the way of that," he told him, hoping that Jeremy would believe him because he was telling the truth.

Jeremy rolled his eyes, “Why do you even care how I feel about you?” he asked, trying to shrug the hand off of his arm but failing to do so. He met the vampire’s eyes then, widening his slightly as he awaited his answer.

Kol chuckled when he attempted to shrug his hand away, "Because," he answered, "I like pretty little things with sharp tongues," he raised an eyebrow then, "Besides, we had fun in Denver didn't we, darling? Why shouldn't we have fun here as well?"

Jeremy uncrossed his arms and took a step closer, “Let’s get a few things straight; You were never my boyfriend. You were ordered to get close to me because there was a chance that you might have to murder me in order to get leverage over my sister,” he rolled his eyes at how innocent Kol looked, it disgusted him, “You can’t just show up while I’m at work and pretend things are the way they were in Denver because nothing is the same, Kol,” he glanced over at Matt then, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to help my friend clean up the tables.” he took a step away, hoping that Kol wouldn’t try to stop him.

Kol let the boy speak, paying attention to the words he said but not really caring all too much. He smiled a bit when Jeremy claimed the blonde headed boy was only his friend, "So you didn't move on?" he asked, but was given no answer because Jeremy was walking away from him. He rolled his eyes and followed him, "Don't be so dramatic, Jer," he called out and when he was awarded no reply he grabbed a hold of Jeremy's arm stopping him from taking another step forward. He smiled at him, head tilted to the side, "I'll make you a deal, Jer," he told him, loosening his grip on his arm but not letting go, "If you can truthfully tell me you felt nothing towards me then I'll leave you alone."

Jeremy crossed his arms as he stood in front of the original, he didn’t reply to his greeting, his feelings a mixture of anger and angst, “Leave him alone,” he told him, between clenched teeth, “I’ll get your drink for you.”

Kol's eyes widened, he was surprised by the reaction his words had gotten. He leaned in closer, in order to whisper, "Why are you so protective of him, Jer? Is he your new boyfriend?", he sighed, dramatically and pouted out his bottom lip, "I wasn't aware I could be replaced that easily."

Jeremy laughed mockingly, “Oh, yes. I especially love when you call me darling,” he told him, even though he wasn’t necessarily telling the truth. He couldn’t admit to loving anything about Kol, not anymore; now that he knows what he is and what he’s done. He went silent after his second lie was proven to be a lie, he cleared his throat, “You’ve got to be kidding me, Kol,” he told him, annoyance clear in his tone as well as fear. He glanced up when he heard the door of the grill open only to see the man he thought he’d never see again; Kol Mikaelson. “I’m so screwed,” he whispered to himself as he stood up from his seat.

Kol grinned when he spotted the Gilbert boy walking towards him, "Hello, Jeremy," he greeted once the boy was standing in front of him, "Now, where is my glass of bourbon? Should I have that blonde boy get it for me?" he asked, pointing over towards Matt who was cleaning up a table.

Jeremy was leaning against the counter waiting for more customers to enter the grill - there were only three customers and Matt had already taken care of all of them. He jumped a bit when his phone started ringing in his pocket and pulled it out. His eyes widened at the Caller ID, at first he wondered if someone was playing a prank on him. Maybe Damon had switched out his name with Kol’s in order to tease him about not making any friends in Denver again. He quickly realized that even Damon wouldn’t make such a low blow and started debating rather he should click the answer or ignore button. His thumb hesitated over the ignore button for a second before he clicked answer and held it up to his ear.

He rolled his eyes at the sound of Kol’s voice, “Don’t call me that,” he snapped back as he pointed at his phone to let Matt know he had to take a call. He walked over to one of the booths farthest away from the rest of the customers. “What kind of question is that?” he asked, not understanding why Kol was asking, “Yes, Kol,” he answered, “I’m at work and we’re really busy today so I don’t have time to talk to you.”

Kol chuckled, "I thought you loved my nicknames, Jer," he teased, just like he used to in Denver when ever Jeremy complained about his assortment of nicknames for him. His grin widened at Jeremy's answer, "Oh really?" he asked, looking around at the parking lot he was standing in. "I only see a few cars out here," he told him as he pushed away from his car and started walking towards the grill. He paused in front of the door for a mere second, "I'd like a glass of bourbon." he told him his order as he opened the door and walked inside.

Kol hummed along to the song that was playing on the radio as he drove into his least favorite town, Mystic Falls. He was back in town for one reason and one reason only; Jeremy Gilbert. When they were in Denver the boy was just a little entertainment; a human to toy around with when he was bored but as soon as the toy was taken away from him he couldn't help but miss playing with it. He switched off the radio as he pulled into the Mystic Grill; Jeremy had informed him that he worked there and he figured showing up to the Gilbert house and demanding to see Jeremy was a bit too dramatic, even for him.

He grabbed his phone off of the passenger seat and dialed Jer's number. He grinned when the call was answered, "Hello, Darling." he greeted as he got out of the car, leaning against it as he talked on the phone. "Are you at work?" he asked, eying the door of the grill as he awaited his answer.