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[bonniexsms-blog]

– ☾ Was he being serious right now? “It killed Alaric, Jeremy. It’s not a good idea.” Yes in the end Alaric had been brought back, but that’s not the point is it? Her brows knot tightly against her forehead, the longer he talks the more Bonnie’s growing upset. “Excuse me?” This is not the Jeremy she knows. Then again he’s been out of it for weeks before they left Mystic Falls. He wasn’t himself, and she wasn’t herself. Guess they’d drifted pretty far apart after all. “No.” She finally offers, standing strong. “I’m not going to do that, not for you or anyone. I’m not going to be a tool for everyone’s amusement. If you want the spell despite the problems it will cause, find another Witch.”

[onexfthefive-blog]

“Yeah, and how many times did Damon kill him before then Bonnie? It could keep people safe.” Susceptibility to spirit influence was something that should be explained to everyone who got the ring, of course. But honestly, it didn’t mean that everyone would so easily be overcome by them… or Esther, in particular. This wasn’t the witch he knew… Not anymore, undoubtedly this was Kai Parker’s fault. Though he couldn’t prove this. “No?” Jeremy questioned. Thick brows knitted in confusion “Fine—- okay, that’s just… great. Thanks a lot for that Bon. I’ll figure it out on my own” Raising both hands in a surrendering fashion the little Gilbert turned away from the Bennett witch and stormed off. He didn’t know how in the hell it was going to be possible for him to get Madison to perform the spell… if she’s never even seen it. But he couldn’t just give up and let his innocent human friends die at the hands of supernatural beasts. Maybe he’d have to get a hold of Stiles himself… If Madison could see the ring, maybe she could work from there. He didn’t know really. It was going to be difficult to bring up.

[onexfthefive-blog]

    It was midday already and Jeremy hadn’t been able to think of one thing in particular he’d rather do than jog. His mind was a racetrack for petty thoughts lately and he had to stop himself actively from thinking about Madison. It didn’t matter about his feelings, or hers, what mattered was that she was alive. He wanted to show her exactly how much he cared but it was an impossible task without having made anything official between the two of them, right? The make-up Valentine’s date was phenomenal and often times his thoughts would drift and linger there. But he wanted more than just that. He knew it was a good idea to just stay away from her altogether but that was a joke. How could he refuse to stop seeing someone so beautiful? Ugn. He was tense.      Distracted by these vision clouding turmoils he ran right smack into someone. He didn’t notice who it was at first but as his attention snapped to a focus he realized the familiar face instantly. Holding out his hand to his sister Jeremy gave a weak smile, swallowing down the lump that had formed in his throat. The two of them hadn’t seen each other for quite sometime but Bonnie indicated that she was well the last time they spoke. It was a relief he washed off his shoulders the minute he got the news but he didn’t go out of his way to make sure. He was constantly busy here and he didn’t doubt that she was as well. The city was constantly bustling.

             “Elena, hey sorry,” Clearing his throat “Sorry for not calling…” He was obviously also regretful that he hadn’t been paying attention but the latter seemed more important.  

[carlislexwitch-deactivated20170]

        Elena couldn’t stop thinking about what happened with Kai & her not so warm meeting with Bonnie…&, of course, the fact that Damon had NO idea where Jeremy was. One thing. She had asked of him one simple thing…to keep her brother out of trouble & alive. & what did Damon do? Nothing. He just decided to come to New Orleans. The brunette growled angrily at herself, for letting Damon guard her brother. & all of the sudden she found herself on the ground. Again. For the second time this week. The brunette sighed and glanced up, seeing it was Jeremy. She took his hand and got up, not even listening to what he had to say. Elena pulled him into a hug, wrapping her arms tightly around his frame.

             “JEREMY! You’re alive & well & alive…& well.”

         The Gilbert girl finally let go of him, as she punched him in the shoulder. She raised an eyebrow at him, shaking her head.

            “You are in so much trouble! Damon said he had NO idea where you were & I literally went insane! Never do that again! CALL! That’s what phones are for!”

[onexfthefive-blog]

“Elena—-”        From the expression on her face and the words gushing from her mouth like blood from an open wound it was made apparent that she hadn’t listened to a damn word he said. Maybe she wasn’t mad? Then came the screaming.           “I’m sorry, I was just getting settled in. I didn’t want to bother you.”

     If it wasn’t for the fact that he felt awful for having ignored his sister then he would have commented snidely on the remark made about him being ‘ in trouble ’ What was he sixteen? Jeremy loved Elena more than words could ever describe but sometimes there was a certain animosity between them. Ever since he learned that she wasn’t actually his sister the overprotective act seemed a little forced. Did she actually care about him or was she just trying too hard to make him think she did? Taking away his choices and freedoms. Becoming a hunter was the best thing that ever happened to Jeremy and she even tried to cover that up to smother it with a wet blanket. Despite all of that, he treated her the same as he always has… like a sister. He couldn’t even remember sometimes that she was actually only just his cousin. It didn’t hinder their previous relationship. Just in times of great disappointment he would recall it. Otherwise it never crossed his mind. Right now, he wasn’t sure why he was feeling this way but quickly he put it on the back burner to flash a small smile as he rubbed the location of his arm her fist had just come into contact with.  

          “How long have you been here? Have you run into Matt?”

[artxxis-blog]

She wanted this moment with him to last forever but she knew that they’re gonna break away this hug in any second. When they did she crack a smile on her face just by looking at him. Oh, how she missed him staring into her eyes..How they touch hands, How they kissed.“ I’m here now. I’m here now with you,, for the first time in forever I’m here with the boy that I bumped my head into, The boy that made me wanna go back to school, The boy that I love” Jeremy could have loved someone else now and she knew that she wouldn’t can’t find a love like his.

[onexfthefive-blog]

Listening closely to what the female had to say caused a tightness in his chest. ‘ loved ’ Did she really feel that way? Swallowing down thickly his breaths came out as if being released from a balloon in slow intervals. He didn’t know what to say next honestly. Anna was always the one he felt strongest for. The one he loved. But times had changed and he wasn’t the same anymore. Not even remotely. His mind trailed off to thoughts of Madison “Anna—- I” pausing, his eyes averted from hers. “I’m glad you’re back but… do you know how this happened? What about your mother? The rest of the tomb vampires?” If all of them had been back then the founders could be in danger regardless that Mystic Falls was nothing more than a pile of ash.

[wrightmeastory-archive]

The sound their flesh made when her fists met his made her grunt softly. It was easy to see between the two of them that Jeremy was a lot strong, but to her it felt like her fists just collided with a brick wall. She hide the grimace though as the rest of her body was burning with adrenaline, the world through her eyes having a red hue surrounding it. Taylor exhaled sharply and he dropped her hand. She fought back the urge to rub her knuckles so instead she just flexed her fingers. The look and words he gave her made her eyes scan over the weapons. She had her first instinct to go for a gun, but she was being logical about it. Any supernatural with speed could easily take that out of her hands..so she made her choice. She picked up the knife and refrained from spinning it in case she cut herself with the sharp blade. Besides after the vigorous effort she just made with her fists, a guns recoil wouldn’t be a good idea. “I think this is a good place to start.” She made a slight stabbing gesture towards him, but it wasn’t for anything more to kind of show him what she meant. 

[onexfthefive-blog]

His eyes grew wide and shrank within seconds of Taylor’s choice. He didn’t expect that she would pick something that would allow her enemy to get so close. It could be dangerous. But then again, it always would be and if he could teach her how to throw knives then it could be better than a weapon with certain ammunition limitations. “Lets start a little less physical” He said in regards to the stabbing gesture. The smile on his face never faltering as he crooked his neck towards the red x spraypainted on a tree nearly ten feet away. “Think you can hit that mark?” It was obvious she wouldn’t be able to but to tell her the purpose in trying would be outrageous and not to mention it would defeat the entire purpose. “Go ahead, throw it.” He directed “Keep your hand steady” Helping the girl hold it appropriately he narrowed his eyes on the target reminiscing about his own training days.

[thealphasclaws-blog]

“Glad to be part of it then.” He said, a small laugh leaving his lips, and he let his gaze drop to the ground, a smile spreading across his features. “Isn’t there a clan for the ones protecting the town though? Like uh… Some sort of hunter pack I guess you can say? I mean… If that’s the whole point of being a hunter, protecting people and all, then I would assume that it’s like the whole werewolves thing, going together in a pack I mean. If there is, and you guys need anything I could become helpful I think? I don’t think that whoever you fight against would expect that one of you is an alpha or anything, so that’s why I’m saying it.” Scott quickly explained, spilling the fact that he was not only a wolf, but also an alpha without even meaning to, but honestly he hadn’t even noticed. “Just wanna help here.” He told him, giving the male a small smile before running a hand through his hair. “After New Years and Valentines Day, I honestly just want to find out who’s behind either of those messes. It’s just something I feel as if it’d be my duty, y’know?” He spoke, a sigh leaving the male’s lips. “They’re werewolf hunters, we’re kind of well acquainted. They’re nice people.” He added, hand running through his brown locks for a moment. At the mention of a witch, he raised his eyebrows slightly surprised. It wasn’t something he had been aware of, someone being able to be so powerful to actually bring anyone back. “Wasn’t aware that they were capable of doing that. It’s impressive.” He found himself telling the guy, something which was obviously the truth. How powerful did you have to be to actually bring someone back from the dead? The thought of it was terrifying even. “Well if that’s simple stuff I honestly don’t want to know what your complicated equipment must be like.” Scott said, a small laugh leaving his lips. It was something he found himself rather not imagining. This guy had the power to probably hurt someone like him in the blink of an eye after all, that was what he was specialized in, so he’d rather have him on his good side than on his bad one. It was then in which the male seemed to pull out something out of his pocket before handing it to him and speaking some words. Scott looked up at Jeremy, slowly nodding as he took in the information and then he realized what it was. Vervain… “Thank you. I really do appreciate this.” He told him, gaze falling onto the vial he was now holding, before putting it into his pocket. “Is it Vervain?” He found himself asking. “I’ve kind of been trying to figure out where it grows.” He let him know. Maybe he’d be able to help him with that, considering that he wanted it to keep Lydia, Stiles and Taylor safe. It was his first priority in this town, as well as all the others in his pack. “Do you know if there’s some sort of vampire clan - pack as well? I’m not really familiar how they are around here, and… I’ve seen two different types of those so I’m just confused about it I guess.” 

[onexfthefive-blog]

“Alpha?” The rest of what Scott was saying nearly lost to the one word in particular. “I mean—- uh, yeah. I’d appreciate the help. But I think you got the whole hunter thing all wrong. We don’t travel together or anything. Don’t get me twisted though, I do know other hunters.” Nodding with a pasted on his lips, he continued. “Yeah. That was pretty weird. My guess is it’s some pissed off witches. Too simple for anything Kai would have done. There would have been much more bloodshed.” Musing to himself slightly Jeremy licked his lips “Oh yeah— they’re capable of some pretty amazing things. But don’t get on a witches bad side… or they’ll really mess you up” Giving a small chuckle he shook his head “It’s a pain in the ass, to be honest. Hard to handle even— at times.” Shrugging it off like it was no big deal he replied “Don’t mention it” his eyes narrowed to the werewolf and his head tilted a few inches to the left “Yeah, it is. But it would be impossible to find it anywhere now. This stuff grows at the base of White Oak’s and the Originals burned all of those to the ground centuries ago. Back in Mystic Falls though, my hometown. I was born into one of the founding families… the Salvatore’s had a surviving strain of vervain that I inherited—- or well, that I stole. Now I grow it back at my cabin… along with wolfsbane and potent medicinal herbs. Having rare herbs can gain a witch alliance or three.” Taking in a deep breath after having explained all of this Scott asked him another question. One that had him stifling a bit of laughter “Vampire clan?” Shaking his head from left to right “No, and you really shouldn’t say that out loud. Some vampires hate the assumption that they all hang out at nightclubs together” Remembering something Damon had once said he raised his brows some before calmly pressing on. “I can help you with the vampires around here. I’m a vampire hunter, after all.” Werewolves hadn’t been his forte. That wasn’t what he was programmed to destroy. “Two types?” Running his teeth over his lower lip “What do you mean? Vampires that I was called to kill are the ones made from the Original witch. Esther—- are you saying they aren’t the only living undeads around lately? I know there’s been a lot of weird shit happening but I was always pretty sure that all the vampires came from the spell cast by the Original witch.” If this was the case he would really have to figure out what the hell was going on. Which meant he’d have to see Bonnie again… and if he was being truthful, it wasn’t something he was looking forward to considering the terrible attitude she gave him the last time they spoke.

[thehuntressreturns-archive-blog]

@onexfthefive

Deciding she couldn’t take it anymore, Allison found herself sneaking out of her house in the early hours of the morning. The huntress had her bow and arrows strapped to her back, her glove across her right hand. She had a black figure hugging tank top on along with black bottoms and her boots. She just needed to get out of the house to be able to do something, to feel something. She started running towards the woods. Weaving back and forth between the trees, her thick ponytail bouncing behind her in the wind. The familiar burn spread across her chest and she knew how to keep her breathing even. Training with Gerard all that time ago had helped her gain control, control he had wanted to use against her. A scowl crossed her face as she continued running, she ran until she came across a strange an unplaced cabin in the woods. Ironic. Allison thought to herself as she looked over the building. Why was there a random cabin somewhere in the woods? Something glimmering caught Allison’s attention out of the corner of her eye. Why was a house in the middle of the woods, boobytrapped? The sound of someone behind her had Allison turn on her heel, bow raised as she saw a dark haired boy – man… whatever, male there. She swallowed and her brown eyes narrowed into dark slits. “Who the hell are you? Were you following me?!” Allison demanded in an irritated voice. Something about the boys face – his eyes. They reminded her of Scott and her jaw flexed. She wasn’t going to let her guard down – or her arrow. 

[onexfthefive-blog]

Waking up at five o'clock in the afternoon proved that his previous night was a more difficult one. He was thankful for tonight as he had it off. It was a rarity he only seen every once a couple months. But he never truly caught a break. Training day in and day out to keep fit so that when the undead needed to be vanquished he was ready. Because he woke up late he was forced into night workout sessions that had always been more vigorous. He even got to kill a few vampires and demons. They mostly wandered towards the noises he made forcing him to take them out. Jeremy was never extremely stealth but sometimes he would go out on a hunt himself. It was never as brutal when he went seeking them out though. Probably because of the lack of adrenaline. One of his traps was triggered and he sprinted in the direction. His eyes falling on an interestingly stanced brunette “Whoa whoa—- easy there killer,” raising both hands defensively “Name’s Jeremy Gilbert, I own this place.” gesturing towards the rigged cabin he assumed this would suit the questions thrown at him well enough for him to fire his own “What are you doing out here? Is that a compound bow?” Furrowed brows cause his forehead to crease slightly as sweat drips from the tip of his nose. “Mind pointing it somewhere else, at least until I get to know you a little better…?” This was a queue for her to introduce herself as he flashed a radiant smile and his hands fell back to his sides. Muscles slick with sweat as he used the collar of his wife beater to dampen his face.

[celebritywitchbitch-blog]

Madison just smiled, her hands pushing up under his shirt to press against the smooth skin and muscles underneath. She couldn’t help but think there were a few ways this could play out, it could be how she always imagined it which is less than friendly and almost border-line hate fucking, or it could go very very differently than initially expected. It would be nice, and sweet and it could make Madison’s heart flutter. In which case, she’d be fucked, mentally and physically. That’s what she was afraid of though, she was afraid of becoming too attached which she seemed to have been doing recently. Sure, Jeremy wasn’t the kind of guy she had always imagined for herself, but in a sense he was almost better. He was easy to be around and they had fun together. Of course there was that one wolf-vampire thing where she revealed way too much about herself, but she was fairly certain that those memories were blocked out, which was how she preferred it. If she wanted him to know those things, she wanted it to be on her own watch, when she wasn’t drunk and angry and wolfed out. That’s were the realization hit were she did want him to know those things and before she could stop herself the words fell from her lips. “Hey, do you wanna like, go out with me or something, like officially?” She paused. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m going to fuck you either way, I just uh- I wanted to ask you know, for reference.” She said with a shrug before shaking her head. “Actually, it’s fine, that’s a weird position to put you in right now, don’t worry about it. Let’s just-” She cut herself off by pulling his mouth back to meet hers, her hands running to his back and hooking onto his shoulders. 

[onexfthefive-blog]

Hands traveling delicately up his torso raising the hairs on the back of his neck and arms. His eyes opened slightly as he pulled back from the kiss. Something was on the starlets mind but he felt a little insecure to ask what it was so immediately. Holding off the hunter took in the image of her beneath him. Hair spread across the sheets creating the perfect contrast of darkness and light. Breath dancing across his lips as he refuse to move too far out of her reach. Flickering wildly over her body his eyes widened and caught on her slightly parted lips just before the words started to come out. Raising his thick brows the young Gilbert cracked a smile. Did she actually just ask him out? Before he could say anything she started to ramble. It was adorable to see her tripping over her own thoughts. Cheeks dusted over with a light shade of red and there was absolutely no lack of that blunt, bitchy charisma he’d become so accustomed to when speaking directly to the witch. Her mouth pressed into his before he even got a chance to say anything but he didn’t protest. One of his hands found their way up the back of her shirt as he deepened the kiss. Her skin was like silk and this only proved to further aid in mediating his erection, concise movements of his tongue against hers worked him up to the point where he was raring to go. But he pulled back and tried to focus his darkened eyes on hers as best as he could. Lust weighing down his lids and making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else but relishing in all she had to offer him “Wait—-” clearing his throat, wetting his lips and slowly untangling his hand from her blonde locks to gently push a few strands from her face with his thumb. “Madison… I…” Repeatedly his digit stroked her cheek as his eyes fixated on the gray color of her iris’ that branched out from the center ring into a brilliant green. “I’d love to take you out.” If now wasn’t his opportune moment to ask her to be his girlfriend then he didn’t know what was. But could he really do that and risk what usually came with the title? Both of them had died before, it’s something you never actually get over but instead learn to live with. He didn’t want to force that on her again. “Exclusively” But it appeared he wasn’t thinking too clearly, now he would be extra careful in who he made dealings with though. For her sake. He wasn’t sure of the power Madison possessed but it didn’t appear to matter when the right villain threatened to take it from you. That he learned the hard way, and he didn’t intend on letting her pay the ultimate price for his stupid mistakes. Not right now. Not ever.

[decentspotofviolence]

There were large crowds in the street’s as April searched for Rebekah. She felt the urge to gather family history about the Mikaelson’s that she was unaware of the reasoning of which she was searching for them. She just felt like watching them and everyone involved with him. As she was wandering around the streets she heard her name called out.Before she knew it Jeremy was in front of her grabbing onto her wrists she looked into his eyes. She didn’t fully understand why he was here, but she could only hope that his sister wasn’t here. As far as she knew she was still a vampire, and couldn’t be trusted for what she did to April. “The town I was in had blown up, and so I moved her with my friend’s.”she said in a near whisper. “No I haven’t I literally just moved here Jeremy. I left because your sister tried to kill me at prom. I wouldn’t have left but you were presumed dead Jere.” she said smiling. She remember when things were simpler when they were younger.  

[onexfthefive-blog]

“Beacon Hills.” He said, though it was only an assumption at this point. “Do you know how that happened?” Still only presuming this was the place she had come from and not some other supernaturally infused town. He needed answers and has yet to hear back from Stiles. “Friends…” His eyes narrowed on hers but he figured it too much of a coincidence for her to have been talking about Scott McCall and his pack. So he didn’t bother asking. “Oh, sorry. You haven’t settled in then yet?” He asked, curiously. “Right—- about that… Elena felt terrible. Honestly, and I’m sure she’d love to make it up to you sometime. It would be completely safe.” He paused for a second trying to think of an easy way to explain his sisters sudden change in species “She isn’t a vampire anymore. Bonnie cured her” this wasn’t technically a lie considering the Bennett witch brought the damn stuff back from the prison world. But it wasn’t really the truth either because Bonnie didn’t do anything witchy to deserve the credit “Of course…”Jeremy chewed at the inside of his cheek nervously at the mention of his death. Sometimes it got him feeling uneasy and the smile April wore didn’t help much in pulling him out of it “Well, I’m back now.”

[thealphasclaws-blog]

“Uh… Obviously not?” Scott said, his eyebrows pulling up into a frown, and a small laugh left his lips. “You’re not suggesting that I look like a complete freak who just loves going around ripping people’s heads off are you?” He spoke. “Not all of us are like that. You should have met Deucalion’s pack back in Beacon Hills a few years ago, you’d probably would have gone insane. Werewolves who kill werewolves, bet you never saw anything like that.” He found himself saying and quickly he shook his head at the memory. It was something he’d rather forget than remember. “So… You’re like the town’s vigilante? Or…” He trailed of, his head tilting to the sound. “But trust me Jeremy, I want everyone around here to be safe as well. I don’t like, nor do I want anyone getting hurt.” He stated, and it was clear in his eyes that it was the truth. If he wanted to believe it then he could, and if not? Well then it was his loss. “Well… That’s a handful…” He frowned. So this guy was like some sort of magical super hero vigilante who had the ability to come back from the dead or something? He found himself thinking. “You know, I think you’d get along well with the argents. Though how’d you beat death? I thought that was something more like… Impossible?” He asked, his eyebrows pulling up together into a frown. It was something he couldn’t understand for some reason. He still hadn’t figured out how the hell Allison had gotten back, and he needed to know the answer of how the hell it was even possible. It was then in which the male flashed everything he was hiding under his jacket, and his eyes widened slightly. “Well that’s… Impressive…” He said, and it was clear that he was surprised. “Aren’t stakes a bit old fashioned now though?” He said, his hand moving up to run through his hair. “I’ve seen one being used before but like… I would have thought hunters using something else than the old fashioned kind of stuff.” Scott said, a small yet nervous laugh parting the males lips. “Well hey don’t mind me, I’m new here. Back at home no one used to carry around wolvesbane or anything and our town was a supernatural nutcase, not as much as New Orleans is, but you get the point.” He said, his head tilting to the side and he sighed softly. At the mention of his bracelet, Scott’s eyes moved down, his lips curving into a small smile and he let his fingertips brush over the leather. “Uh… My girlfriend. It was a gift for Valentine’s Day.” He said. “It’s nice isn’t it?”

[onexfthefive-blog]

“Not at all, I’m just being overly cautious. You understand, right?” Jeremy asked as his thick brows bunched together. “Werewolves who kill werewolves? I thought that was a regular thing sometimes… You know, for alpha status.” He was unfamiliar with all the terms and rituals of each specific pack but he was almost certain they had to kill each other sometimes. They were vicious animals on the inside, after all. “Sure… I guess you could call me that” He said with a shrug “Oh? Well then we’re on the same side. Team vigilante” He teased with a shake of his head after realizing how stupid he must have sounded in saying that. “Who?” Jeremy questioned in regards to the Argents.”It’s impossible alright. But I had a little help from a witch” He didn’t mention this witch was his former girlfriend, and he certainly didn’t go into detail on the former ring he possessed. It was all under the bridge now as far as he was concerned. “This is nothing” He sighed, nodding in agreement. “Of course, but they work just as well. Whatever gets the job done” Clearing his throat he tilted his head and averted his eyes briefly “I have a lot better weaponry but I carry the simple stuff daily. It helps to keep me from pulling muscles” He joked, though this was kinda true. Everything else was pretty heavy duty. “Yeah… I get it…” He said with a puzzled look. Fighting with himself internally Jeremy decided to reach into his pocket and pull out a large vial of Vervain. “Here, this should come in handy. It’s to ward off vampires… for your girlfriend in there. You don’t need any” he said, although he already assumed the wolf knew this. “It keeps humans from being compelled and fed on. Just slip it in her drink or have her wear it…” Eyeing the bracelet again he was only presuming this wolves mate was a human… That or she didn’t know he was a werewolf? That was, if he had been born one his family should have told him all about their strengths and weaknesses when it came to vampires. “Yeah, it’s cool. Reminds me of the custom jewelry made back in Mystic Falls, actually.”

[onexfthefive-blog]

@fragilexhuman

    It was midday already and Jeremy hadn’t been able to think of one thing in particular he’d rather do than jog. His mind was a racetrack for petty thoughts lately and he had to stop himself actively from thinking about Madison. It didn’t matter about his feelings, or hers, what mattered was that she was alive. He wanted to show her exactly how much he cared but it was an impossible task without having made anything official between the two of them, right? The make-up Valentine’s date was phenomenal and often times his thoughts would drift and linger there. But he wanted more than just that. He knew it was a good idea to just stay away from her altogether but that was a joke. How could he refuse to stop seeing someone so beautiful? Ugn. He was tense.      Distracted by these vision clouding turmoils he ran right smack into someone. He didn’t notice who it was at first but as his attention snapped to a focus he realized the familiar face instantly. Holding out his hand to his sister Jeremy gave a weak smile, swallowing down the lump that had formed in his throat. The two of them hadn’t seen each other for quite sometime but Bonnie indicated that she was well the last time they spoke. It was a relief he washed off his shoulders the minute he got the news but he didn’t go out of his way to make sure. He was constantly busy here and he didn’t doubt that she was as well. The city was constantly bustling.

             “Elena, hey sorry,” Clearing his throat “Sorry for not calling…” He was obviously also regretful that he hadn’t been paying attention but the latter seemed more important.  

[wrightmeastory-archive]

“I. Am. Not. Short.” Taylor said through gritted teeth as her fists crashed a little harder against him. Though the corners of her mouth were turning up into a smile as she was trying to joke with him. She didn’t care if he thought she was short, but apparently she was doing something right. So she didn’t stop, that was until her hands started hurting. Though Taylor picture Rebekah over Daniel’s body and rage boiled in her torso causing red hot heat to spread over her chest. Her fists collided against the gloves over and over again until she was ready to pass out from over exertion. Soon enough the burn started to feel good as her muscles were screaming for her to stop, but she didn’t and she wouldn’t until she was instructed otherwise. Taylor was thinking of Scott and even though she didn’t want to, she pictured something happened to him. Where he was injured and would most likely not make it. Her teeth were bared as sweat trickled down her temples. The small of her back was drenched, causing her tank-top to stick to her body like glue. The image of Stiles walking around the woods with his baseball bat and having an encounter with Rebekah made Taylor start to see red. Her body started shaking as she wasn’t letting up and her swings began to get faster, harder, and a little sloppier. She had all of these people to care about now, to worry about..she finally had her reasoning again. 

[onexfthefive-blog]

With each word Taylor struck him a little harder. It was good to see her truly putting some effort into this. Her smile made him give one in response. The rage she was channeling was burning up in her hazel eyes. Sometimes that was the best way to keep yourself going when you had no will left to do so on your own. But other times it would wear you down. In this instance he assumed it would do the latter. She wasn’t actually fighting for her life. But it was good to know she knew how to keep going despite the obvious exhaustion. He didn’t want her to overexert herself though. Not on day one. When she started to get sloppy Jeremy backed up and flicked the gloves off with ease. Catching both flying fists in the palms of his hands, respectively. “That’s enough, you don’t want to over do it. You’ll wake up with sore muscles and lose a whole weeks training” Letting her fits fall from his hands he gave a soft sigh “Have you decided what you want to use first?” Motioning to the pile of weapons he gave a serious look.

[celebritywitchbitch-blog]

“Well, it was more of a rhetorical question, if I’m being honest.” Madison said with a one-shouldered shrug. “I think we all have experience with bullshit. I’m sure you do, too.” She said with a simple glance. “I mean, there’s no way you went through life without being lied to at least once, it’s human nature.” She countered. It was a bit deeper than she was aiming for, and not the good kind of deep either. Perhaps talking about liars was a bad way to get a guy in the mood, although it seemed it didn’t take much to get Jeremy turned on, a single bat of her eyelashes and he was hard as a rock, not that she was complaining. She couldn’t couldn’t help the humor that flashed in her eyes at his comment, making everything feel so much more… casual. The friendly banter passed so easily, so normally. It was odd, how it felt like they’d be friends, or maybe even more, for such a long time when it had been barely anything at all. Not many things made her laugh, yet here he was, having her giggle like a middle school student. It was almost scary how comfortable she was becoming so quickly. It was such a rare occurrence, mostly because she never let this happen. She could only hope this wouldn’t end up like another Kyle, but then again, Jeremy was nothing like Kyle, although, she might make a joke a loud about how he has the same brain power as the former, but he was different. He actually seemed to want her, he chased after her. That was an unusual occurrence in itself. She tried to shake the thought as she felt herself be lifted, her legs tightening around his waist as her lips and tongue explored Jeremy’s own.

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“I don’t get the point in rhetory” Jeremy said with a playful roll of his eyes. “No, I think you’re right. But some people like to go above and beyond just to piss you off” His sister came to mind. Elena claimed that she was trying to keep Jeremy safe when she had Damon wipe his memories of Vicki clean but she just programmed him into being a better student. His heart was still empty. He just didn’t know why. It hurt when he learned the truth and it hurt even more when she tried to do it again and again. Becoming a hunter was the best thing that ever happened to him. Despite all the trouble it’s got him into “Fuck it though” He said with a shrug and a raise of his thick brows “Nothing you can do about it, right? Why dwell” The comfort level he experienced with Madison was something he quite enjoyed above everything else thus far. He didn’t have to pretend be someone else ‘ because someone might find out what was going on between them ’ or ‘ someone could catch onto what she was ’ and  ‘ it was too weird because Elena has been her best friend since kindergarten ’ He was free to be himself, and he hoped she felt that same amount of openness with him. Venturing the confines of the witch's mouth as he laid her down gently, hovering over top of her without breaking the kiss for even a split second it became clear that things were about to change drastically between the two of them. This had something in his gut churning but he pushed it aside in hopes that nothing had to. He wanted to be able to brag and show Madison off but having a girlfriend wasn’t always in their best interest. Bonnie had gotten herself into trouble, and died countless times to save him. He hated himself for it and yet he was powerless to stop it. He didn’t want that for Madison. One of his hand gently tangled in her mess of blonde hair as the other explored the delicate curves of her body.

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@apastorsdaughter​

Through large crowds of the city's bustling streets Jeremy noticed a familiar face he hadn’t seen in well over a couple of years now. “April?” He called out, rushing past the people to get to her before she vanished into the lot of them. “Hey April,wait up!” Grabbing onto her wrist hard enough to stop her the avid hunter circled his way around her so that the two of them had been face to face. “What are you doing here?” He could only assume she came here after leaving Mystic Falls. But then, that wouldn’t be right. Rebekah stuck around Mystic Falls for a while after April left… didn’t she? He was presuming that the young orphaned woman had no one else aside from the original Mikaelson sister to turn to. But from what he could remember of her family, she didn’t. “Have you been in town this whole time? You just up and left Mystic Falls without so much as a warning, what in the hell was that all about…”

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@bourbcnstud​

“Great” Jeremy huffed under his breath as a certain vampire drifted into his line of sight. “Damon—-” He said boldly, rolling his eyes as he wiped his hands on his slacks. “So you made it out alive?” Looking back to the dick of a boyfriend his sister had ended up with on and off again for the past couple years. He sighed “Can’t say I’m entirely glad about that… Have you managed to find Stefan yet? He’s off his rocker, and I can’t just let him kill innocent people. If you don’t take care of him then I will”

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The oddities around town lately had him on edge. It was impossible to focus on all the supernatural garbage though when his relationship issues still hadn’t been put to rest. He remained cool on the exterior though. Just as always. Noticing a strange figure had been following him for the past several blocks now Jeremy turned down the alleyway. Finally readied to confront them. “What the hell do you want?” He said seconds after popping out from behind the trashcan he maneuvered around to gain the upper hand. “Why are you following me?”

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– ☾ The idea of being asked of such a large favor within second of meeting Jeremy again has definitely rubbed her the wrong way. So much so that it makes her want to scream at him, how dare he do this to her. After everything the two of them had been through? This is what he does upon first meeting. “Those rings were only meant to work on your family line, Jeremy. That’s why Alaric went insane. – no, you shouldn’t have brought it up but now you have.”

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“So then, what you’re saying is it’s impossible to spell more?” Jeremy could sense the serious tension between the two of them at this point but he couldn’t very well give up on finding out. He wanted to keep innocent people safe, and he assumed that Bonnie desired nothing but the very same. It seemed he was wrong. Perhaps this discussion would have went better with Matt though it wouldn’t have gotten far without having the key ingredient to making it all happen. “It’s important Bon, I wouldn’t have brought it up if it wasn’t and you know that. I’m not asking you to do anything” he was trying to make this clear in the most non-offensive way. If Jer needed a witch he was sure Madison would be willing to help out… or well, not willing but she would anyways. “I just need the spell”

[wakeupbiles-deactivated20160501]

“I would assume so,” he nodded a little, not really expecting his sister to be a blood sucker herself. “So is that like hard for the two of you, like vampire hunter, vampire, I don’t get it.. aren’t you technically suppose to exterminate her,” he made it sound like a more logical situation than emotional, probably not the best choice in words. “I mean the whole blood lust thing has to come in between family bonding moments,” he half-hoped for his own selfish reasons that Jeremy said yes, that all of the undead were evil. Just to excuse himself from his own shitty self-restraint on New Years. Though he highly doubted this given the fact one had helped him graduate early. This kid was like a vampire wiki page or something, stockpiled with knowledge. “You’re really informative,” by the end of this conversation he might just ask for the guys number.. His two sense could come in handy. “Wow, dick? Really.. that’s not very nice.. not that I care what you think of course,” he said with a light laugh.. He could tell by the look of his face that he wasn’t being exactly literal. “No, I’m not going to pass out, but seriously you’re unloading a shit ton on me.. I might have to go grab a paper and pencil to take notes,” he said his words rushed out, trying to take down all the stuff Jeremy was saying. Keep it in his mind for useful information later down the road.

“Oh shit, does he live around here? In the Bayou maybe?” it was a little straight to the point, but with how laid back Jeremy was being he felt more comfortable to disclose information or just be cut throat with the subjects. He obviously knew his stuff. “Well, an object, or to be more specific a giant magical tree stump that’s used for various druid rituals,” he said simply with a shrug of his shoulders.. If this guy was as experienced as he seemed.. He would get the point. “Yeah.. I probably don’t have much room to talk, though Stiles isn’t my actual name you know, it’s a nickname,” he stated with a straight face as the boy broke out in laughter, “but my real name is actually worse.. so yeah, no argument there.” He listened to Jeremys quick tale of the destruction of Mystic Falls, his eyebrows rising and falling in surprise mouth askew as he took in the fact their were witches that could actually steal magic. “You have a bestiary – like a record?” he asked in complete seriousness, who knew.. It seemed him and his crew had dealt with quite a lot. “Yeah.. you get use to life or death situations though,” he said in response, being a human wasn’t all to bad, no supernatural strength or healing power, but he got through it every time. That’s when a piece of jewelry came flying at him, he hadn’t been paying very close attention so he scrambled to get ready to catch it, but it simply slipped through his fingers — nearly falling over to grab hold of it. “A heads up would have been nice,” he said bending over to pick it up eyes squinted over at the hunter, “and wait what the hell is this?” After he retrieved it from the ground his eyes scanned over the ring, it was pretty hideous.. no doubt it would stand out. “This is suppose to protect me? Do I have to wear it.. or could I just keep it in my pocket, would it still work..? Of course assuming that it would work in general.” 

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“It was hard” he replied, a little hesitant to explain the whole situation. “Being a hunter is like a natural instinct sort of thing but just like anything else it can be controlled.” Jeremy decided to save the whole cure story for a later time. It wasn’t like it still existed anyways and it would probably just end up confusing him more than anything else. Giving a laugh he shook his head “Well if you’re gonna act like a dick it shouldn’t come as much of a surprise when someone calls you out on it” shrugging his shoulders some “I don’t think I’ve got enough time for all of that but here…” reaching into his pockets and pulling out a crumpled piece of paper and a pen he used his palm to scribble down his number and the address to Willy’s bar. Handing it to him without a second thought “If you ever want to get together and exchange information sometime” sneaking in that last part in hopes that maybe something would come of it someday.

“No, I don’t think so anyways. He’s a warlock” Wooded areas seemed more werewolf territory than anything else but who knows. Kai was a maniac. He could be anywhere terrorizing anyone. “Druid rituals? That’s interesting” He could have sworn the drawings on the cave back in Mystic Falls had been from druid times. Or was it vikings. Jeremy didn’t remember but he was sure the originals could probably be linked to it somehow. He would have loved to sit around and discuss things all day but if he was late for work than he’d probably end up getting fired. Willy hadn’t ever shown up before and most of the time his coworkers screwed him over and he ended up working double shifts but he took pride in the work he did. “I’m not even gonna ask” he replied in regards to the comment made about his name. “Records? On supernaturals? No way, but a friend of mine might. He’s somewhat of a history buff” Alaric probably had something similar to what this guy was asking for and to sweeten the offer made earlier he added in “I’ll bring it along the next time we talk. I could also bring some of my ancestors journals. They’re even more stockpiled with information on vampires than I am” smirking some he tilted his head and flashed a smile “Stop bitching, that ugly ass thing could save your life. It’s saved mine on more than five occasions. Unfortunately you have to wear it. But social suicide is much better than committing actual suicide by going into a supernatural war unprotected. I’ve got to go now though so just think about what I said. Hopefully I’ll catch you later” He explained nonchalantly as he brushed passed him and made his way out of the kids sight.