Allure of Darkness ↠ Klaus Mikaelson [3] ✓

CHAPTER TWELVE

"Why should I apologize for the monster i've become? No one has apologized for making me this way?"

I sucked in a breath before I opened up the door that led to the Gilbert house. I made my way up the stairs, ignoring the stench that laid in the house. As I walked pass Jeremy's room, I paused, seeing a body on the bed.

I looked into the room, my eyes widening at the sight of Jermey's non-moving body, his skin sickly pale, and no heartbeat.

"Spencer?"

I looked away from his body to Elena, my eyes narrowing at the sight of her. "What happened?" I clenched my jaw. "What did you do now?"

"He's fine. He's just... he will come back. He's fine. He  the Gilbert ring." She kept muttering that he was fine, shaking her head.

"What the hell happened?" I looked back to Jeremy, gulping. He was my little cousin, someone that was ruined of any innocence he had in him. I loved him but I hate him, too. He hurt me. He killed someone really important to me. He has betrayed me.

"He's fine."

"Stop saying he's fine!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. "He has no fucking pulse! He isn't moving or breathing! He's dead!" I slumped, realization dawning on me. "He's dead..."

"Spencer..."

"You deserved this, Elena," I said, my eyes landing on hers. "You betrayed me at every chance given, and yet, I kept forgiving you, but killing Kol was a big no-no. You didn't just ruin my life, you ruined Jeremy's, as well. You dragged him to that island and you are the one who killed him. It seems that karma has finally gotten to you," I smirked at her, my eye twitching.

I scoffed before making my way to my room. I slammed my bedroom door shut and made my way to my radio. I turned the volume all the way up and that is when everything hit me all at once.

Jeremy was dead.

He was dead, never coming back. My little cousin was dead. Jeremy Gilbert was dead.

My hands flew up to my mouth to stop the incoming sobs that wanted to escape me, but it was too late. A loud sob escaped me and I fell to the floor. I looked up at my ceiling and let out a loud cry of pain, my heart aching as I pictures Jeremy's lifeless body.

I bent over, laying my forehead on my hardwood floor, and I dug my nails into the floor, dragging my nails down it as I tried to contain the wolf inside me, but to no avail.

I gasped, my head abruptly looking up as my eyes turned blue. Canines extracted from my guns, and my nails turned into claws, and I let out a loud howl.