Jeremy braced himself for the impending force of the vampire approaching. He heard a sound that could have only been produced by the expulsion of air from his fragile human lungs as the solid form crushed him against the hard brick that formed Mystic Grill's outer wall.

A hand gripped his jaw and forced his head up.

He did not scream. He did not beg. He knew the futility of his possible protests.

Vampires had control. Their species ranked above that of the human race and that was clear.

"What do you want?" He said to the vampire that had once been someone he'd call a friend.

"Shut up, Jeremy." The evil creature responded, pure and omnipresent evil showing in his dark, deep, penetrating eyes.

The vampire went on "You speak when I tell you to speak and any other utterances besides that will be rewarded with pain…. And you know I am an expert at inflicting pain." The vampire's half smirk revealed the pleasure he got from reminiscing on his previous torturous acts on other helpless humans.

Jeremy blinked wildly, halting words and forming questions that threatened to pour out of his lips. He didn't understand what was happening but he did know that the creature before him had taken a possibly irreversible turn to the dark side. The horror of the vampire's deeds may very well be irrevocable at this point. Stefan Salvatore was enjoying a world without emotions a bit too much.