Jeremy couldn't help but think the whole time that Damon was just gonna throw him on the ground and fuck him at any moment. He couldn't control his shaking, even when the blue-eyed Vampire told him to relax. He couldn't get the thoughts and memories out of his head.

He almost expected Damon to attack him once he got inside the Gilbert home, but Damon just sat him down on the sofa, gave him a ice pack for his ankle and left. The young teen was rather confused. He didn't want to trust Damon, or forgive him. But he could tell the older man was feeling bad.

Feel bad, he may. Jeremy thought to himself. Damon had attacked him without a reason, beat, bit, and raped him simply because he could. He deserved to feel bad. Jeremy did, He felt horrible everyday. It was bad enough he had troubles at school, with his family, and with his own mind. He didn't need any more confusion.

He couldn't really understand why Damon had helped him when those boys were bullying him. Jeremy was thankful for the Vampires help, but he still had no idea why Damon would do that.

"Jeremy?" Elena's voice came from the hall, she walked into the living room and looked at her younger brother. At least Jeremy didn't seem as pale and depressed as he was a couple of days ago. But he still seemed scared and hurt by the whole matter. She spotted the repack on his ankle and the few bruises on his face. "What happened?"

"I got in a fight." Jeremy muttered, his brown eyes cast down. It wasn't much of a fight, really.

"With who?"

"A couple random guys, its okay. I'm fine." Elena sat down next to her brother. She noticed that the marks from Damon were still deep in his skin. Bite marks on his neck, shoulders and his arm. He also still had faint green-colored bruises around his wrists. She put her arm around him. "Do you wanna talk about what happened?" She asked quietly.

"It was nothing, really. It was just some stupid football pla-" Jeremy began but he was cut off.

"I mean with Damon...when...he attacked you. Do you wanna talk about it?" She wondered if her little brother just needed a release, to let out what happened to him in that hour she was gone were Damon took him for his own.

"He raped me, Elena." Jeremy whispered after a short pause, his fingernails dug into his jeans slightly. "It happened so fast, yet it seemed to take forever. I kept screaming...He told me no one could hear." Elena swallowed, wishing she had been there.

"I told him no. But he never stopped. He kept going, feeding on me, raping me." he choked slightly at the memory. Blood, sweat, tears, running off of both of them. The screams and moans that never stopped bouncing off the walls of the room. How it felt so hot, yet he couldn't stop shaking.

"Why did he do this?" Elena's voice was clouded with anger and shame.

"He wanted revenge...because you left him for Stefan." The younger whispered his reply.

"But...Why did he have to hurt you, you never did a thing to him!" Elena said more to herself than Jeremy. She didn't understand. She didn't want Damon to attack her, but she would rather it be her than Jeremy. She was angry with herself, she had been trying so hard to keep all her loved ones safe. But Jeremy gets attacked right under her nose and she couldn't help him. It killed her that he was screaming for help and she wasn't home to save her little brother.

Jeremy didn't reply to Elena, he was still thinking over what had happened not twenty minutes ago. "Jeremy...You know...What he did to you, doesn't change anything between you and me. I'm not mad at you or shamed of you. I never would be." She paused.

They both looked up when the door opened, Stefan came in. The Vampire hadn't seen Jeremy since Damon attacked him. He could feel the depression and sadness dripping out of him. It made anger rise up again, Damon had gone too far this time.

"What happened?" Stefan asked, gesturing to Jeremy's ankle.

"He got into a fight, he's all right." Elena replied. Jeremy wouldn't even look at him. All though, Jeremy hadn't really looked anyone in the face since the attack. Both Elena and Stefan understood.

"Jeremy, how are your wounds?" Stefan asked softly. Jeremy looked up slightly then back down and shrugged. "Have you been cleaning them like Jenna told you too?" Jeremy shrugged again.

Elena moved the collar of his shirt away and looked at the deep punctured wounds in his neck and shoulder. They had been healing well, thank the Goddess, but they were still pretty ugly. It scabbed somewhat, and wasn't open anymore, but both could tell it was still painful for the youngest in the room.

"They look like they're healing. But you have to take care of them Jeremy." Stefan stated. Jeremy nodded softly.

Jeremy stayed in his room most of the day until there was a knock on his door. He jumped and looked up from his drawings, he mumbled a "its open" and Elena walked into the room. "Jeremy, Tyler's here to talk to you about something." She had a strange look on her and as did Jeremy. As he walked, or limped, down the stairs he tried to figure out why Tyler would even bother to come to his home, was it to mock him? Beat him up? Insult him more?

Jeremy opened the door to see Tyler standing there, Tyler looked a bit uncomfortable, and not like the cocky jock he normally was. The younger of the two cocked an eyebrow at The Lockwood Werewolf.

"What do you want, Tyler?" Jeremy questioned softly, not making eye connect.

"Jeremy, um, uh...Can we talk for a second?" The older boy rubbed his upper arm awkwardly.

"Why?"

"I just...I wanted to say something." Jeremy nodded a reply and they both sat on the bench on the porch. It was already almost night outside and the sun was setting, it was a bit chilly but not too bad.

"I'm sorry about what I said, Jeremy." Tyler whispered. Jeremy didn't reply, so he went on. "YA know, peer pressure. I didn't mean to act that way, I was a jerk."

Jeremy only nodded and shrugged slightly before he softly replied, "Yeah...I suppose."

"And I heard about what those guys did earlier...I had nothing to do with that shit. I'm sorry they did that." Jeremy nodded his reply again.

"The rumors were true, right?" Tyler whispered, he almost didn't want to bring it up. But he heard the rumors of the rape that happened to a teen that went to their school. It didn't even say the name in the papers but everyone knew it was Jeremy because of his current state. The others pressured Tyler a lot, to drunk, to hang out with the cool people, date the hot girls, etc. And when people started on Jeremy, he knew it was wrong but he went on with it.

"It was you, wasn't it? The kid who was...raped. It was you." Tyler looked over at Jeremy, who was frozen in place. Tyler felt horrible, he had always given the younger boy a hard time, called him a druggie, a emo, a fag. He wasn't thinking right, he rejected it deeply.

"I suppose...You're just gonna run off and blog this 'new news' aren't you?" The younger boy almost growled with a touch of anger, or maybe sarcasm, Tyler couldn't tell.

"No. Jeremy, I...I'm sorry. I just Anna help." The Lockwood tried to explain but Jeremy turned.

"What!" His face twisted with anger. "Why would you wanna help me? You hate me? I don't fucking-"

Tyler was surprised but hadn't gone silent. "I don't hate you, Jeremy." He replied.

Damon stayed in his room most of the night, he had only gone out to 'feed' once. And again, the random hooker's blood was nothing like that of the youngest Gilbert. He hated himself for craving Jeremy's blood, and craving to assault him again. But he couldn't help himself, it was what he was.

He felt bad for Jeremy today, he knew the boy was teased enough to begin with, then when people picked on him for being raped. It was just too far. They shouldn't have put that in the papers. But he guessed because the 'rapist' was still on the loose they had to warn people.

Stefan heard his phone ring, and picked it up finding it was Damon. Damon only asked one question, How was Jeremy. Stefan responded. "Damon, why are you even asking about-" Damon's annoyed sounding voice came over the phone again.

"Please, Stefan. Tell me how he's doing...I...I feel horrible." Damon almost choked on the words. He had never felt bad for attacking someone. Not for a very long time.

Stefan couldn't believe the worlds ether, and he could tell Damon wasn't lying. He felt bad for raping the boy. Stefan was almost in shock. He never seen or heard Damon have that kind of emotion in his vampire life. He could hear the stress and guilt in his voice.

"Do you really care, Damon? Or is this some sort of game?" Stefan questioned.

Damon was almost ready to scream, he felt horrible for what he did. It wasn't just a game. "I do. I feel bad. I promise you, Its not a game." Damon replied.

"Well...Damon...Jeremy's not doing very well. He won't speak to anyone, he locks himself in his room. He's having a hard time." Stefan replied.

Damon let out a soft sigh, and beep. He hung up the phone. "Dammit..." He whispered. It had been nearly two weeks. The boy was still not over it, he was still in pain. And Damon still felt horrible. He thought it would just fade away...

But it didn't...

TBC...

And there we go.

Sorry it took so long for me to update.

And yesss, after many requests. I have added Tyler into this story. It makes an interesting plot in my head.

Hehe, plots are jumping at me like monkeys!

(Yeah, I don't own the characters, no matter how much I wish I did)