Disclaimer: I don't own the vampire diaries plot or characters. This fanfic is set when Jeremy is still in the dark about vampire's and stuff but Katherine is free. Enjoy.

Chapter One

Jeremy Gilbert was in pain. The agony emitting from his back was so intense it chased him from his bed and onto the floor of the kitchen.

"Oh God!" He cried arching against the tiles.

Once again the teen tried to reach for the phone on the kitchen counter but another wave slammed him back down. Hot tears streamed down his face as he rolled onto his stomach. "Somebody help me!"

No one came. No one was in the house. Elena was out with Stefan and aunt Jenna had gone on a road trip with her friend. Jeremy was all alone with only the pain to keep him company. His sobs were so hard he couldn't breath. He would've given his soul to make it stop. If he thought the pain couldn't get any worse he was wrong as yet another wave hit him and didn't stop. Jeremy screamed and screamed as the pain shook his body.

"MOM!" He roared a sickening ripping sound accompanying the plea.

And then it stopped. Stings radiated from his shoulders but the intensity was gone. Jeremy sighed in relief, closing his eyes as he let his head rest against the cool floor. He laid there for a few moments before standing up.

"Whoa!" He cried clutching the table to keep from toppling backwards. For some strange reason he felt very unbalanced and found himself stumbling with every step he took. The boy was worried that the pain had done something to him when he caught himself in the hallway mirror and what he saw had him freezing in shock.

Sprouting from between his shoulder blades were wings. The feathers looked soft and delicate and were pearl grey caked in dry blood. As the boy gawked at them the left one twitched and stretched out a little before tucking close to his back. The ex-addict did anything a normal person would do when they found themselves with wings. He fainted.

On an island cradled by the ocean exist a castle made out of gleaming marble and stone. In the castle is a hall sheathed in ebony and swathed in darkness. At the end of the hall a man sat in a golden thrown so still one would think he was a statue. Suddenly the man's eyes snapped open and a great breath heaved into his chest.

His firm mouth lifted in a grin that was down right wicked.

"Hello brother."

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