“Have you found your perfect gift for Damon yet?” Caroline teases as she sits down next to you, “Or are you still on the hunt for it, because you know Christmas is like, literally tomorrow?”
You shake your head, “No, I think I found it.”
“Oooh! Tell me tell me!” She begs as her hands grip your arm and you smirk, “I would, if I knew he wasn’t-“ you turn your head, your voice growing louder, “Listening right outside the door!”
The door swings open and Damon walks in, “Whoa, okay. No need to yell.” He smirks as he walks up behind you. You look up at him and smirk as he leans down to kiss you, “Not that you care or anything, Blondie, but I have found the perfect gift for, y/n, as well.”
She squints, “It’s not an ugly sweater, is it, Damon?”
He scoffs, “Me and ugly do not belong in the same sentence, so watch yourself.. But, no. It is not an ugly sweater.”
You smile, “Whatever it is, I just know that mine is better.”
“I’ll take that challenge.” He smirks and points, “Stefan and I are going to run into town, need anything while I’m gone?”
“Oh! Can you pick up-“
Damon cuts Caroline off, “Wasn’t talking to you.”
Caroline scoffs and looks at you. You nod and look at Damon, “Can you pick up some orange juice and champagne?”
Damon squints and rolls his eyes, “Well played.”
You smile, “I love you!”
“Yeah yeah, I love you!” Damon smiles and walks out and you look at Caroline, “Hold on.” You wait until you hear the door shut and you sigh, “I think I’m going to let Damon drink my blood.”
“That-“ she raises her brows, “That’s like a really.. intimate act for vampires, you know that right?”
You nod, “That’s why I want to do it. I love Damon, Care, and I just-“ you shrug, “I think it will bring us closer.”
“The only way Damon and you get closer is if he literally wears your skin.”
You cringe at her words, “That’s.. so weird.”
She sighs, “Yeah..” she shakes her head, “Sorry, but you know what I mean.” She looks back at you, “So, anyway. Are you going to like make it all sexy?”
“What- how would I even do that?” You tilt your head and she shrugs, “I don’t know, sexy nightgown, candles lit, soft music playing in the background?”
“Actually.. that’s not a bad idea.” You bite your lip, “You up for a shopping trip?”
“Um.” She stands up, “Always!”
┈┈┈┈
Christmas was filled with laughs, cheer, and all things merry.
All you could think about was the ending to this perfect day.
“Any reason as to why you’ve been so quiet this last hour?” Damon whispers in your ear, and you can’t help but smile, “No.” you turn your head, pressing your lips to his, “Just thinking about the gift I haven’t given you yet.”
“Oh there’s more?” He hums lowly, “I thought the custom bottle of bourbon, the dress shirts and a weekend getaway was all there was.” He smirks and you shake your head, “Nope. Just one more thing, but I can’t really give it to you right now.”
He raises his brows and you nod, “Just you wait Damon Salvatore.”
“Not much sure how much waiting I got left in me, baby.” He presses a kiss to your cheek and you snuggle back into him, “Just a little bit longer.”
Eventually everyone started to leave and you and Damon found yourselves upstairs in his room.
“Whoa.” He turns around, eyes glancing over all of the lit candles, “I take it this is where the last part of my gift comes into play?” He slides his hands over your waist, “Because if so, I am more than ready to accept it.”
“I’m sure you are.” You smirk, pressing a kiss to his lip, “Just, go get comfortable. I’ll be right back.” You walk backwards towards the bathroom, laughing at Damon’s confusion, “Just, trust me. Okay.”
He nods and watches as you close the door.
You turn around, stripping out of your clothes and you slip on the sexy black nightgown you bought with Caroline the day before.
You walk over to the mirror, fluffing up your hair before taking a deep breath. You walk over to the door, gripping the doorknob before pulling the door open.
Damon’s brows shoot up, “Wow, I-“ he tilts his head, “wow.”
“You said that already.” You laugh slightly as you walk over, climbing up onto the bed. Damon reaches out, dragging his fingers up and down your bare thigh, “I don’t know if me saying anything else would ruin the moment or not. You look like you need to say something.”
“I do.” You sit up, moving to lay next to him and he nods, “Okay?”
You look up at him, laying your hand on his neck, “I love you, Damon.”
“I love you.” He grips your hand and brings your palm to his lips, pressing a kiss into your skin, “So much.”
You move your hands from his lips to his eyes, “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking this year, mainly on how I can show you just how much I love you and..” you bite your lip and Damon smirks, “What did that pretty little mind come up with, sweetheart?”
“I want to give you my blood.”
He licks his lips, “What?”
“I want you to drink from me, Damon. I know how intimate and special blood sharing is for vampires, and I just thought that.. that is the perfect thing I can do to show you that I love and ca-“
Your words are cut off by his lips on yours.
He pulls away and you look at him, “is that you saying yes?” Damon nods, “only if you’re sure about it.” You press your lips to his, “Damon, I’ve thought about this for months.”
He kisses your lips, moving down your neck and gently presses kisses down your arm, “I love you.” He looks up at you, “I love you so much, and you know I’d do anything in my power to keep you from any kind of danger.” He presses a kiss to your hand, “Harm.”
You run your hand through his hair and nod, “I know, and I trust you more than I’ve trusted anyone in my life.” You slowly move your wrist up to your lips and bite into your skin.
Damon’s eyes grow darker, the veins flowing out from under his eyes, “My god, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
He gently takes your wrist, licking his lips before he leans in towards you.
You gasp as he brings his lips to your skin, biting your lip as he groans lowly. He looks up at you, locking eyes as he drinks from the one thing he valued most in this world.
Your hand runs through his hair, tugging gently as your head slowly tilts to the side. Your lips part as a quiet gasp escapes through.
It was like nothing you had ever seen or felt before.
It was another level.
Damon lifts his head, resting your wrist gently in your lap as he licks his lips clean, “You taste..” he sighs, “I’ve literally had nothing that taste as good as what I just had.”
You blink slowly as a small smile forms on your lips, “I love you, I hope this showed it.”
“It showed me everything, baby.” He reaches up, tucking hair behind your ear, “I am never letting you go.”
He pulls you in for a kiss, and he can’t help but to chuckle, “So, you may not believe this, but I was actually going to ask you the same thing, you know, minus the candles because I actually didn’t even think about that..”
“Are you serious?” You raise your brows and laugh slightly, “Maybe we are truly meant for one another.”
He smiles, “I’ll give you everything, y/n.”
You nod, “You are my everything.” You lean in, pressing your lips to his and he slides his hand to rest on your neck, “Y/n y/l/n, will you do my the honor, and drink from me?”
You smile, “I would be honored to.” You lick your lips, watching as he bites his wrist and lays it in your hands.
He watches as you pull it to your mouth, groaning lowly as you suck, “That’s it.” He whispers, “You look so beautiful.” He gently brushes hair from your face, his eyes staying locked on yours.
You interlock your fingers with his, eyes fluttering closed and snapping right back open to look at him.
His head rests back on the headboard, lips parted as his hand rests on your head. His voice is quiet whisper, “Beautiful, baby.”
You lift your head, swiping away the corner of your mouth and licking the blood off, “I think I love you even more now.”
Damon smirks, “Feelings mutual, baby.” He wraps his arms around your waist, “Come here.”
Hello! Could I request Aventurine x Vampire!Reader?
Maybe something like Reader and Aventurine are on some kind of mission and Reader does not have enough blood packets to sustain themselves for the last few days so is now making a poor attempt to ration them, ending up hungry, sad, and irritable. Aventurine manages to urge them into feeding from him, first from his wrist, before coaxing them to drink directly from his neck, kind of talking them through it as they go
Hopefully that was enough/not too much detail; first time requesting so I'm not too sure how this goes lol. If you do decide to write this then thank you!
The Taste of Trust
Summary: Stranded on a mission in Penacony without enough blood rations, you're left weakened, irritable, and spiraling into a quiet desperation. You try to hide it behind cold silence and restraint—but Aventurine sees right through you. In a rare moment of sincerity, he offers himself as a solution. What begins as a simple feeding from his wrist evolves into something far more intimate and exposing. He talks you through it, gently coaxing you to feed from his neck, revealing a vulnerability beneath his usual flamboyance—and drawing out a piece of your own you thought you'd buried for good.
Warnings: Blood consumption (vampiric feeding), Descriptions of physical weakness, hunger, emotional breakdown, Mild intimacy (biting, close contact, vulnerability), Mentions of trauma and control issues, Power dynamics explored with care, Aventurine being soft (and sincere, and dangerously charming).
A/N: Don't worry, you did a great job for a first time req! 🙏💖
The ship's interior hummed quietly, the low drone of its systems a dull backdrop to your mounting discomfort. Days into the Penacony mission and the supply crate—your crate—was still missing. Blood packs: gone. Rations: forgotten.
Your reflection in the ship's steel bulkhead was pale, even by vampire standards. Under-eye bruising, dull eyes, the twitch in your jaw each time Aventurine entered the room—it was all unraveling faster than you could fake control.
And Aventurine? Of course he noticed.
He noticed everything.
“You’re testy today,” he said, seated with one leg draped over the other, a playful glint in his eyes. “Let me guess—someone stepped on your coffin?”
You glared. “Not in the mood, Aventurine.”
A chuckle, smooth as silk. “Oh, I can tell. The brooding, the muttering, the way you’re gripping that datapad like it insulted your lineage…”
You stood, swaying a little. “I’ll manage.”
“Will you?” His voice lost its teasing edge, tone quieter now, less performative. His gaze sharpened. “You’ve barely moved from that bench all morning. I may not know the delicate art of blood management, but starving yourself isn’t part of your skillset.”
You didn’t answer.
Instead, you turned your back to him and slumped against the cold wall, knees pulled up, hands trembling slightly. The ache was no longer just physical—it was gnawing at your control, dredging up every suppressed emotion like old corpses rising.
A beat. Then—
“Come here.”
You blinked, turning to find him standing now, hat off, glasses pushed onto his head, eyes too earnest for your liking. Too real.
“I’m not—” you began, voice cracking.
“You are,” he interrupted gently, stepping closer. “And I’d rather not watch you fall apart just because of pride. Drink.”
You blinked again. “From… you?”
He shrugged off his blazer, exposing the elegant lines of his dress shirt. “Why not? I’ve survived worse gambles. Besides—” he raised a wrist, adorned in gold rings and a sleek watch, “—I’m feeling generous.”
“Don't joke.”
“I’m not.” His voice dropped, earnest and low. “You need this.”
You stared at him. The pulse under his skin. The temptation. The unbearable thought of hurting him. “I can’t. I might not stop.”
“You will,” he said, taking your hand, guiding it to his wrist. “You always stop. Because deep down, you’re more in control than you think. And I trust you.”
That—trust—was the dagger.
You hissed softly, then pressed your lips to his wrist, the moment intimate in its quietness. The first taste was dizzying—hot, rich, uniquely him. A velvet fire against the coldness eating at your soul.
Aventurine hissed, but didn’t flinch. His fingers twitched once, then steadied on your shoulder.
“You always take risks alone,” he murmured, voice almost fond. “Let me take one too.”
When you pulled away, breath shaky, he tilted his head, revealing the smooth column of his neck, where veins pulsed in rhythm like a dare.
“I know you’re still starving.”
“I can’t,” you whispered.
“You can. You just don’t want to need someone.” He tilted his head further. “Let me help.”
The scent of his blood was maddening here—closer to his pulse, warmer, louder. He placed your hand on his chest, above his heart.
“Feel that?” he asked, a low hum under his words. “I’m not scared.”
You leaned in. Slowly. Every nerve in your body screaming. Your fangs grazed his skin—and he didn’t move. Didn’t tense.
“I’ll talk you through it,” he whispered, his breath brushing your ear. “You take what you need. No more. No less. I’ll pull you back if you go too far.”
Your fangs sank in.
His breath hitched. His hand gripped your shoulder tighter. But still, he held still. Not a single movement of resistance.
“That’s it…” he whispered hoarsely, threading his fingers gently into your hair. “You're doing fine.”
You fed in silence, eyes fluttering shut, the storm of emotion and hunger settling into something warmer, softer. Your trembling ceased. Your hands steadied. The ache faded.
When you finally pulled away, his neck marred with twin pinpricks and the hint of a smile, he looked at you like you'd just played your hand and finally trusted him with the cards.
“There,” he murmured. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
You leaned your forehead against his shoulder, unable to speak.
Aventurine just held you there.
No theatrics. No teasing.
Just him.
Just this.
A rare moment where neither of you were bluffing.
And for the first time in days, you didn’t feel like the monster at the table.
🧛Blood sharing (or oil sharing in this case) is an intimate act between vampires (or disassembly/solver drones) that can also strengthen both parties somewhat better than getting other sources.
Given, it's probably not that filling, it does the job for a little while I guess.
... How long is a "while"? Eh, ignore that. Lol. Enjoy the comic!
Let me know what you think!
Also, did Uzi lock the door? ... Khan is hopefully at work. ...maybe. Lol.
Can you do a vampire Caroline x vampire Jeremy blood sharing? Smut if you want to
Jeremy wakes up as a vampire alongside Caroline after the Season 1 finale and they have to learn how to hunt together. While training in the woods, they end up blood sharing.
Rating: Rated Teen (for blood drinking and stuff)
Characters: Jeremy Gilbert, Caroline Forbes, Stefan Salvatore
Pairing: Jeremy Gilbert/Caroline Forbes
Note: I kind of went with lighthearted and romantic, and since smut was an option, I decided not to do smut. I hope you like it! Warning: blood sharing is involved in this, and it’s a bit intense, but it’s rated teen.
Jeremy felt like he was humming at a frequency only he could hear. It had been four days since everything changed, and while the first seventy-two hours had been a blurry mess of cold sweats, that was finally fading. Now, sitting in the corner of Caroline’s sun-drenched bedroom with his hood up, he felt weirdly... awake. He could hear the soft thrum of Stefan’s heart across the room and the way the wind rustled the leaves outside. It didn't feel like a hole in his stomach anymore; it felt like he’d just had ten shots of espresso.
Caroline was the real whirlwind, though. She hadn’t stopped moving since they got there, practically vibrating with a restless, nervous grace. She was pacing the rug, her movements so fast they were almost a blur.
"I can't do this," Caroline whispered, though she looked more like she was preparing for a pageant than an apocalypse. "I feel like I'm going to jump out of my skin. And Jeremy looks like he’s trying to communicate with ghosts or something. Jeremy! Earth to Gilbert!"
Jeremy finally looked up, a slow, lopsided smirk tugging at his lips. "I’m not communing with ghosts, Care. I’m just realizing I can hear the neighbors’ bird feeder from here. It’s actually kind of cool."
The door swung open, and Bonnie walked in. She was carrying Emily’s grimoire, looking tired but soft. When her eyes met Jeremy’s, there wasn't a mask of resentment just a deep, worried sigh. She walked over to the bed and set the book down, her movements careful.
Caroline held up a silver ring, tilting her head. "So, this is the magic accessory? Please tell me it at least goes with my prom dress."
"It’s classic lapis, Caroline. It goes with everything," Bonnie said, a small, tired smile finally breaking through.
"Now what?" Caroline asked, leaning in.
Bonnie opened the grimoire. The sound of the pages turning was crisp and satisfying, echoing in the quiet room.
"Now I cast the spell," Bonnie explained, looking between Caroline and Jeremy. Her gaze softened as she looked at Jeremy, the betrayal replaced by a protective streak. "The bond between a witch and the jewelry she spells is special. It’s a safety net. As long as you wear these, you’re safe from the sun. But more than that, it’s a reminder of who you are. Don't let the new instincts drown out the people I grew up with, okay?"
"I'm still me, Bonnie," Caroline said, her voice small and genuine. "Just... with better hearing and a really weird craving for steak tartare."
"I know," Bonnie said softly. "Now, put the rings on the bed."
Jeremy stood up, feeling a surge of strength in his legs that made him feel like he could jump over the house. He placed his ring next to Caroline's. He caught Bonnie’s eye and gave her a small, reassuring nod, and for the first time in days, the tension in her shoulders dropped.
Bonnie moved to the window and cracked the curtain, letting a sliver of golden light hit the rings. She closed her eyes, whispering a rhythmic, melodic chant. It wasn't heavy or stagnant; it felt like a light breeze was moving through the room, making the air feel clean and bright.
"All set," Bonnie said, stepping back with a playful exhale.
Caroline snatched hers up and slid it onto her finger. "That’s it? No lightning? No 'hocus pocus' smoke? Are we sure this is activated?"
"Caroline..." Stefan laughed softly.
"I'm serious! I need a signal! A blue light, a beep, something!"
Bonnie didn't say a word. she grabbed the curtain rod and yanked the drapes wide. The room was instantly flooded with brilliant, warm afternoon sunshine.
Caroline let out a tiny squeak and ducked, waiting for the sizzle. Jeremy didn't flinch. He stepped right into the center of the light, feeling the warmth spread across his face. He wasn't burning. He felt incredible. He looked at his hand, then grinned at Caroline.
"See? No smoke," Jeremy said, his eyes bright. "We’re daylight-approved."
"Oh my god," Caroline breathed, standing up and waving her hand through the sunbeams like she was playing with water. "I’m not a creature of the night. I’m a creature of the... brunch hour!"
Bonnie picked up her book, looking at them both with a mixture of relief and exhaustion. "I’m going to go get some sleep. Try not to break anything."
"Well," Jeremy said, the adrenaline making him feel bolder than usual. He looked at Caroline, who was busy admiring how the lapis looked against her skin. "Look on the bright side, Forbes. You’ll never have to worry about a sunburn at the lake again."
Caroline huffed, though she couldn't hide her grin. "Shut up, Jeremy. I still think we could have picked a cuter stone."
"It suits you," Jeremy muttered, his voice dropping into a soft, genuine tone. He looked at Stefan. "So, what’s the first lesson in the 'Supernatural 101' handbook?"
"The woods," Stefan said, heading for the door. "We’re going to practice some speed drills and learn how to track. Think of it as a very intense hike."
"A hike? In these shoes?" Caroline groaned, though she was already halfway to the door, her new speed making her move with a bouncy energy. "If I ruin these, you’re buying me new ones, Stefan!"
Jeremy trailed just behind her, watching the way she practically glowed in the light. The weird pull he felt toward her didn't feel dark anymore—it felt like they were finally on the same team.
"I’ll give you a piggyback ride if your feet hurt, Caroline," Jeremy teased, catching up to her side. "Just promise you won't use me for target practice."
Caroline looked back at him, her blue eyes sparkling with a new kind of life. "Don't tempt me, Gilbert. I’m faster than you now."
The woods felt like a battlefield. Every time the wind shifted, it brought a thousand new smells—damp pine, rotting logs, and the copper-tang of something dead miles away—that made Jeremy’s stomach twist. He kept his hood up, his head down, trying to tune out the sound of a hawk’s wings flapping three hundred feet above them. It sounded like someone was snapping a wet towel right next to his ear.
"It’s too much," Jeremy muttered, his voice sounding like gravel in his own throat. "Stefan, tell me this dials back. I can hear the worms moving in the dirt. It’s making me sick."
"It doesn't dial back, Jeremy. You just get better at filtering it," Stefan said, stepping over a fallen oak with an effortless grace that Jeremy envied. He turned to face them, his expression dead serious. "Listen to me. Right now, your emotions are your biggest enemy. Everything you felt as a human is magnified by ten. If you’re sad, it’s going to feel like the world is ending. If you’re angry, you’re going to want to tear someone’s throat out."
Caroline was leaning against a birch tree, looking like she was about to vibrate out of her skin. She was obsessively picking at a loose thread on her sleeve, her blue eyes wide and darting. "And what if I’m just... everything? I feel like I’m grieving, but I also feel like I could jump over this tree. I feel like crying because Bonnie hates me, but I also want to laugh because I can see the individual veins in a leaf. It’s exhausting, Stefan. I’m exhausted."
"That’s the heightening," Stefan explained. "You have to find an anchor. Something to keep you grounded so the emotions don't sweep you away."
My anchor is currently wanting to punch a hole through a tree, Jeremy thought. He looked at Caroline. She looked devastated actually devastated, like her heart had been ripped out along with her humanity.
"Now," Stefan said, his tone shifting. "The hunger. You both feel it. That burning in the back of your throat? That’s the need. And we aren't going to satisfy it with people. We’re hunting."
Caroline’s face dropped. "Hunting? Like... Bambi? Stefan, no. I am a Miss Mystic Falls contestant. I don't 'hunt.' I shop. I organize committees. I do not eat squirrels. So what I do when I see the rabbit?"
"Chase it, catch it, feed on it," Stefan answered simply.
"Isn't killing cute defenseless animals the first step in becoming a serial killer?" Caroline asked, her voice tight.
"Well, you sort of skipped the serial killer and went straight to vampire," Stefan countered. He stopped and looked her in the eye. "Caroline, if you're not serious about all of this I think you should tell me."
"No I am. Look, I swear that I am okay?" Caroline insisted, her words tumbling out in a rush. "But it's just... I haven't been in the sun for days and everyone is at the swimming hole having fun and Matt is there! And he finally told me that he loved me but I have been blowing him off and now you want me to eat bunnies and I'm kind of freaking out okay?!"
Stefan let out a short, sudden laugh.
"And now you're laughing at me," Caroline snapped, looking wounded.
"No, no, I'm not laughing. None of this is funny, trust me," Stefan said, trying to settle his face. "It's just that... when someone becomes a vampire, all of their natural behaviors get sort of amplified."
"What do you mean?" Caroline asked.
"I mean... as a human I cared deeply for people, how they felt," Stefan explained softly. "If they were hurting I felt their pain and I felt guilty if I was the one who caused it and as a vampire all of that got... magnified."
Caroline stared at him for a second. "So you're saying that now I'm basically an insecure, neurotic control freak... on crack?"
"Well, I wasn't gonna say it like that but... hey, listen, let's hunt okay? And then after that we'll go to the swimming hole."
"Really?" Caroline’s eyes lit up.
"Yeah. Matt is the closest connection that you have to your humanity and I think that being around him is a good thing," Stefan said.
"Okay," Caroline agreed, taking a shaky breath.
"You do if you want to stay in control," Stefan reminded them both, looking toward Jeremy. "If you don't feed on animals, the first human you see is going to look like a juice box. Jeremy, go first. Use your ears. Find something moving."
Jeremy didn't argue. The hunger was starting to feel like a physical clawing in his gut. He closed his eyes, trying to push past the sound of the wind and the trees. He focused on the rhythm of the forest. Then, he heard it—the fast, frantic thumping of a small heart under a pile of brush.
He didn't think. He moved. The speed was terrifying a blur of grey and green and before he realized he’d even started running, he was pinning a rabbit to the forest floor. He didn't feel like a person; he felt like a machine. When he stood back up, his face was smeared with red, and the burning in his throat had finally settled into a dull ache.
He looked back at the clearing. Caroline was staring at him, her hand pressed to her mouth, her eyes filled with a mix of horror and a dark, hungry curiosity.
"You look like a mess," she whispered, her voice trembling.
"I feel like I can actually breathe for the first time in four days," Jeremy said, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. He walked back toward. "Your turn, Forbes. Unless you want to go back to crying about your shoes."
Caroline huffed, the "flirting funny" energy finally pushing through the devastation. "My shoes are a perfectly valid concern, Gilbert. They’re seasonal."
"Stefan’s right," Jeremy said, stepping into her space, his senses picking up the frantic beat of her heart. "The emotions are a lot. But the power? It’s kind of a rush, isn't it?"
Caroline looked up at him, her pupils blown wide, the sunlight catching the gold in her hair. She was terrified, yeah, but she was also looking at him like she was seeing him for the first time. "It’s terrifying," she admitted, her voice dropping to a whisper so Stefan wouldn't hear. "But you don't look as miserable as you did this morning."
"Hard to be miserable when you feel like you could outrun a car," Jeremy smirked.
Stefan cleared his throat, breaking the tension. "Caroline. The rabbit. Now."
Caroline groaned, throwing her shoulders back. "Fine. But if I get fur in my teeth, Jeremy, you are never hearing the end of it."
"I'm a vampire, Car," Jeremy called out as she darted into the brush. "I have eternity. I think I can handle a little complaining."
He watched her go, his inner dialogue a mess of conflicting signals. He was supposed to be mourning Anna. He was supposed to be worried about Elena. But standing here in the woods with Caroline, hiding the fact that he wanted to see just how fast they could run together, was the only thing making the transition bearable. He was hiding the heat he felt every time she looked at him, burying it under a layer of snarky comments, but he knew and he could tell she knew toonthat being "super" was a lot more fun when you weren't doing it alone
Stefan checked his watch, looking between the two of them. He could see the strain of the "animal diet" wearing them down, and the heavy tension of being newly dead was starting to turn into a restless, jittery energy.
"Take twenty minutes," Stefan said, leaning against a tree. "Stay in earshot. Get the movement out of your system."
He didn't have to tell them twice.
Jeremy didn't even say anything; he just vanished into a blur of grey fabric. A second later, his voice drifted back from the thicket. "Catch me if you can, Forbes! Or are you too worried about your hair?"
"You did not just go there!" Caroline shrieked, a genuine, piercing laugh breaking through her earlier gloom. She took off, her speed matching his, the wind whipping her blonde curls back as she wove through the trees.
They were like two streaks of light. To a human, they would have been invisible, but to each other, they were perfectly clear. Jeremy looked over his shoulder, seeing Caroline gaining on him with a determined, wide-eyed grin. She looked alive vibrant and powerful in a way she never had as a human.
"Tag!" she yelled, her hand slamming into his shoulder with enough force to send him tumbling.
Jeremy used the momentum to roll, popping back up on his feet and lunging for her. They darted through a creek bed, leaping over fallen logs like they were nothing. The sensory overload that had been torture earlier was now a playground. Every snap of a twig and rush of air felt like a celebration.
Finally, they collided. Jeremy caught her around the waist as she tried to dodge him, and they both went down, tumbling through a patch of soft clover and dry leaves until they landed flat on their backs, staring up at the canopy.
They were both breathless, their chests heaving in sync. For a long minute, the only sound was the two of them giggling like idiots, the "devastation" of the morning temporarily forgotten.
"You're fast," Jeremy panted, turning his head to look at her. "I thought I had you at the clearing."
"I was captain of the cheer squad, Jeremy. Do not underestimate my cardio," Caroline teased, her face flushed and glowing. She let out a long, shaky exhale. "God, I needed that. I felt like I was going to scream if Stefan said 'heightened' one more time."
Jeremy propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her. The flirting-funny vibe was back, but it was softer now, grounded in the quiet of the woods.
"You're actually handling this better than I thought you would," he said, his voice dropping. "I saw you in the hospital... after the accident. You were a wreck. But now? You're actually doing it. You're holding it together."
Caroline’s smile faltered for a second, her pupils dilating as she looked up at him. "I don't have a choice, do I? It was either handle it or... well, you saw what Bonnie thought of me. I don't want to be the monster she thinks I am."
"You're not," Jeremy said firmly. He reached out, picking a stray leaf out of her hair, his fingers lingering near her temple. "I mean, you’re definitely a freak of nature, but you’re not a monster. You’re just... Caroline. Just faster."
Caroline laughed, a soft, musical sound that made Jeremy’s heart dead as it was thump against his ribs. "Is that the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, Jeremy Gilbert?"
"Don't get used to it," he smirked, though he didn't pull his hand away.
They lay there on the forest floor, the sunlight dappling through the trees and warming their skin. The "stupidity" of the morning had faded into this weird, secret peace. They were both hiding the fact that the touch felt like a million volts.
"Jeremy?" she whispered, her eyes locked on his.
"Yeah?"
"Don't let me do this alone, okay?"
Jeremy looked at her, seeing the vulnerability she tried so hard to hide behind her snark. He leaned in just a fraction closer. "Nowhere else I'd rather be, Forbes."
Caroline reached out, her fingers brushing against the edge of his hood. "Good. Because I'm going to need someone to tell me when my 'vampire' is showing. And someone to help me convince Bonnie that I’m still the girl who won Miss Mystic Falls even if I did have to eat a squirrel today."
"I think we can manage that," Jeremy said, his voice warm. He felt a surge of genuine happiness, a lightness that he hadn't felt in what felt like forever. "Besides, I think you make a pretty decent 'freak.' Way better than I do."
"Well, obviously," Caroline said, her confidence returning in a bright, happy flash. She sat up, brushing the leaves off her clothes. "I'm the best at everything, remember? Even being a vampire."
Jeremy sat up next to her, watching her with a lopsided grin. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Forbes."
"Hey," Jeremy said, his voice dropping into that low, sandpaper rasp. "In the hospital... before Stefan got to you. You actually did it, didn't you? You tasted the nurse."
Caroline’s eyes widened, and for a second, She let out a breathy, hysterical little laugh, looking up at the canopy. "Is it that obvious? I mean, I was a wreck, Jeremy. I was dying, and then I wasn't, and she was just... there. And she smelled like lavender and O-negative."
"How was it?" Jeremy asked. He wasn't judging; he was leaning in, his own curiosity burning. "The rabbit was like drinking watered-down dirt. Was the human stuff...?"
"Good," Caroline whispered, the word trailing off into a shiver. She turned her head to look at him, her pupils blown so wide the blue of her eyes was just a thin ring. "It was like every light in the world turned on at once. It was better than food. It was better than winning miss mystic falls. It was... everything."
Jeremy’s gaze dropped to her throat, then back to her eyes. The hidden desire he’d been burying all day under snarky comments was clawing at the back of his throat.
"I want to know," he muttered.
Caroline let out another one of those giddy, comical laughs, but her hand was already moving. She held up her wrist, the silver daylight ring glinting in the dappled sun. "You want a taste, Gilbert? It’s probably a huge breach of vampire etiquette. Stefan would literally have a heart attack, and he’s already dead."
"He's not looking," Jeremy said, his heart hammering a rhythm he could feel in his teeth.
"Fine," she teased, her voice dropping into a playful, flirting tone to cover the fact that her heart was beating just as fast. "Consider it a gift. But you owe me. Like, big time. I’m thinking a mall trip where you carry all my bags."
Jeremy didn't wait for her to change her mind. He leaned down, his hand wrapping around her wrist to pull it closer.
Blood sharing wasn't like feeding on a human; Jeremy felt a jolt of pure, white-hot heat surge through his jaw and straight down his spine. It was intimate in a way that made his head swim. He could feel her pulse her actual life force sliding down his throat, and it tasted like fire and sugar.
As the first swallow hit his system, Jeremy felt a rush of Caroline’s own emotions a dizzying cocktail of her frantic anxiety, her hidden sunshine, and a sudden, sharp spike of desire that mirrored his own. He could feel the vibration of her very soul through the salt and iron on his tongue.
Caroline gasped, her back arching off the damp forest floor. Her fingers tangled into the hair at the back of Jeremy’s head, gripping him tight as a wave of sheer, unadulterated pleasure crashed over her. In her mind, the memories of the nurse in the hospital felt gray and dull compared to this. Feeding on the nurse had been a relief, a biological necessity, but this? another vampire, another "superman" felt like being plugged into a power grid. It was sexual, raw, and terrifyingly intense. Every time he drew from her, it felt like he was pulling her into him, merging their shadows in the dirt. It wasn't just the blood; it was the connection, the heightened emotions of two twenty-one-year-olds who had been circling each other's orbits for years finally colliding.
Jeremy let out a low, predatory growl against her skin, his thumb stroking the soft inside of her arm, feeling the heat radiating from her skin. He felt stronger, faster, and completely consumed by her. The world around them the trees, the birds, Stefan ceased to exist. There was only the sound of their shared heartbeat and the intoxicating pull of the blood.
When he finally pulled away, they were both gasping. A thin trail of red stained the corner of his mouth, and Caroline looked like she’d just been struck by lightning. She stayed on the ground, her chest heaving, staring up at him with a look of pure, unadulterated shock.
"Holy... wow," Caroline breathed, her voice a ragged whisper. "That was definitely not like the nurse."
"No," Jeremy said, his voice deep and thick. He sat back on his heels, trying to regain some semblance of his "cool" exterior, but his hands were shaking. "Not even close."
"We are so in trouble," she giggled, the comical mask sliding back on as a defense mechanism, even as her eyes lingered on his lips. "If Stefan smells that on you, we’re going to be doing 'bunny drills' until the year 2030."
"He won't know," Jeremy said, reaching down to help her up. As he pulled her to her feet, he didn't let go of her hand immediately. He leaned in, his mouth inches from her ear. "Our secret, Caroline. Unless you want to tell Elena that her little brother is a better kisser than her boyfriend."
Caroline shoved him, laughing, but her face was bright red. "You are such an idiot, Jeremy Gilbert! And that wasn't a kiss."
"Felt like one to me," he smirked, adjusting his hoodie.
Jeremy smirked, that He didn't even give her a second to catch her breath before he was already five feet away, a blur of motion.
"Last one back to Stefan is a desiccated husk!" he called over his shoulder, his voice echoing through the trees.
"Jeremy! That is so not fair!" Caroline shrieked, but her face was split by a wide, glowing grin. She didn't hesitate; she pushed off the ground with a force that sent a spray of dry leaves into the air, her legs moving so fast they were practically invisible.
The race back was pure chaos. They weren't just running; they were testing the physics of their new bodies. Caroline wove through the thickest brush with a ballerina’s grace, laughing as she leaped over a massive fallen oak without breaking her stride. Jeremy took the high ground, scrambling up a rock face and jumping from the ledge, his boots hitting the dirt with a heavy thud right alongside her.
"Too slow, Forbes!" he teased, shoulder-checking her playfully as they sprinted side-by-side.
"In your dreams, Gilbert!" she shot back, her blonde curls a golden halo behind her.
The heavy, suffocating "newly dead" feeling was gone, replaced by the sheer, intoxicating rush of the wind against their skin. They hit the clearing where Stefan was waiting at exactly the same time, sliding to a stop in the dirt and kicking up a cloud of dust. They were both breathless, eyes bright with a manic, happy energy, looking less like monsters and more like two kids who had just discovered the best secret in the world.
Stefan looked up from his watch, a rare, genuine smile tugging at his mouth as he saw them together. "I take it the movement helped?"
Caroline leaned over, hands on her knees, gasping for air but still smiling. "I think I just broke the land speed record. And I did it in these shoes. I am literally a miracle, Stefan."
Jeremy stood next to her, shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets to hide the fact that he was still buzzing from the contact. "She’s okay, I guess. For a cheerleader."
They shared a look a quick, secret flash of the line they’d just crossed before falling into step behind Stefan
Oh another spicy question if you don’t mind. Do you think Lestat and Louis bite one another during sex at the same time, during the sex but different times, or maybe one day one does it and the other day the other does it?
I hope you don’t mind me answering these in one:
This is probably one of their main problems, actually.
Yes, I do think they bit each other during sex, if the scenes we got to see are any indication. Likely around the time of orgasm, when the need is strongest (or building up) would be my gut feeling.
And the intimacy of that bite, that shared blood, is also something they crave.
When that biting each other stopped (or at least lessened), when Louis decided to not drink human anymore, it set off a rather fatal chain reaction. (That is not a try at blame, I do not think that was his intention! But he is a vampire, and that comes with some repercussions.🤷🏽♀️)
First, as he himself notes at the beginning of the Antoinette fiasco:
No human blood -> decreased libido
Decreased libido -> less sex.
For humans… so far so bad.
For vampires though, and especially these vampires…
Less sex -> no biting (each other) during sex.
No biting each other -> less blood sharing.
Less blood sharing -> less intimacy.
Less intimacy -> less understanding.
Less understanding -> more temper/anger.
More temper/anger -> less sex.
Rinse. Repeat.
It is, unfortunately, a vicious circle.
There’s a few main (other) points here to note additionally though, imho.
1) Louis canonically wants to keep the option of suicide-by-sun so he refuses the offer of stronger blood several times. Since Armand can stand the sun and Louis cannot, it is safe to say (imho) that he and Armand do not drink from each other aaaallll the time (or the show changed that lore completely, though why… with Akasha later etc?! Wouldn’t make sense to me 🤷🏽♀️)
2) The maker-fledgling barrier can be bridged by sharing blood - therefore the not-sharing weighs much heavier than it does between Armand and Louis, for example, since they can just share thoughts and emotions telepathically.
3) Louis glosses over the intimacy of the kill (and therefore the blood-sharing) almost completely. The closest we get to what the books tell is the scene with the tenor, and, again, I think the visualizations they gave us actually tell of a different story. So Louis deprived himself that sensuality, that pleasure and that must have been extremely taxing on him, too, imho.
4) The actual proof that they both need and want that, and desperately, is something we get to see in the aftermath of the "fight", and the "hate sex", namely the evidence that both Lestat and Louis went and bit the other, respectively, when agitated/aroused/desperate. They want that intimacy, both of them. Badly.
I think the whole "Louis not saying I love you" probably weighed next to nothing during their happy years, when Lestat could read it in the blood during sex.
When that dropped away though the doubts came back, because Lestat is incredibly insecure at his core, especially in regards to Louis' love.
And the rest... is history.
And when they are finally happy and on equal footing at the court, finally almost similar in strength - then...
Louis knew what I couldn’t confide, and he was respectful of it, and comforting and patient.
