darling only you are the life among the dead

          His head was spinning, even as the voice seemed to move to his side. It took a moment, but he managed to focus his gaze— putting a face to the voice and the name; once all three things were interlaced, Jeremy recognized the youngest Salvatore right away. They never really talked, or ran in the same crowd or anything like that. In fact, he wasn’t sure if they had even interacted, or if he just knew who she was because Stefan mentioned her. He offered up a weak smile, indicating that he did in fact recognize her and was grateful for her help.

          Before he could speak, though, her wrist was at her own mouth, and then there was blood. Vampire. Well, he had always assumed it before, but the proof was right there. And while it was painful to do, the teen shook his head, eyes closed for just a second; no blood. That was how people got accidentally turned.

“You don’t look fine,” Ellie pointed out in a matter of fact tone, her voice raspy yet soft. She pulled her hand back, and with that the bite on her wrist healed, “Sorry,” Ellie muttered, almost a rush underneath her breath. If Jeremy didn’t want her blood to heal then she wouldn’t force him. She wasn’t like her brothers - at least, not in that department, she liked being able to give people a choice. Still kneeling on the floor, she forced a weak dimple smile, one that didn’t entirely reach her eyes, “Sorry, I couldn't get here sooner ...”