Reborn as Jeremy Gilbert? Fuck Yeah!

mayor lockwoods impending doom (death has yet to come)

First how did you liked miranda's death? I hoped you enjoyed the recent chapter! Second I hope you like this slighly interactive chapter. Let me know if you'd like more like this one (the interactive part)! Thirdly I'm going to be doing the chapter now enjoy! ~Your author♡
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They ended up at ty's and that made me a little cautious because his dad needs to have his body go missing. I'm not saying that I'm going to resort to murder- (Recent developments says people would for me which I find sweet.) - my underhandedness has worked wonderful in the situations I've been in so far. (Doesn't mean my underhandedness didn't cause their deaths.)

Well how bad it could be? Oh. No. I JINXED it. Someone knock on wood for me this friggin house is made out of marble. Like flaunting it much? Heh I can't say I didn't do that either but at least all of my flaunting is hidden and practicalish. Yes I needed the pool, hot tub and giant garage okay. Moving on.

They were having a wild time still laughing about mirandas 'incident' in ty's room when I pounced scaring the crap out of them, which made me lose my hearing as they shrieked loudly and ended up in a dog pile. I of course was on top which is hilarious to me as I always end up on top even though the others pounce on top of me.

I'm smirking when a crash sounded.  Crap you didn't knock on wood fast enough. All I hear is raging and I'm willing to bet it's the mayor that needs to be smited by the gods. Doesn't matter who smites him as long as he's smited. Hell he can be smited by all the  gods and they would be  worshipped. Even Miranda would join him and umbridge. Definitely umbridge. However Miranda had an interestingly embarrassing death so I won't complain about the turn of events.

**WARNING. ABUSE AHEAD SLIGHT MENTAL AND DESCRIBED PHYSICAL INCLUDING BLOOD**

"TYLER LOCKWOOD YOU GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW!!!!!!! DON'T MAKE ME COME GET YOU! YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IF I DO!"  Crap. I scrambled off of them and ty gets up shaking... he starts walking and whispers "If I don't go he'll kill me." And he left the room. It's true. Ty disobeyed him once and he was in the hospital for eight months because of a 'boating accident'. He never disobeyed again.

All I hear is screaming and I don't know if it's from ty, the bastard the mayor or me as I ran downstairs to prevent him from touching ty. This will happen no more. I will not let him. No more will this occur. NO MORE. I saw ty's face bloody, his arms covered in hand print bruises from being gripped too hard, his eyes almost lifeless unlike a couple seconds ago who's eyes were shining with life.

My RAGE grew and I saw the mayor raising his fist to hit him again and I was just in time to put myself between them. My blood flying everywhere but I didn't flinch. Never wavored. I didn't even feel the pain. All I did was glare that was so hot like fiendifire that the mayor flinched instead.

                                                             **END OF GORE/VIOLENCE.**

"YOU know mayor-" I said calmly. Too calmly. "YOU touch him again and your body won't be found." The mayor looked flabbergasted for a minute. My glare never leaving him. "DO you understand mayor? You touch him and you die." Secretly I uttered internally 'you'll still die anyway. Ive marked you for death and all will be left of you is your head on a pike.'

He was shaking like my glare was too intimidating for him to hold his I'm greater than thou attitude. He was still silent. As if he couldn't believe that this was happening that this wasn't real and it was just a nightmare. "You know that I tell the truth when I say this to you yes?"

I tilted my head slightly my glare turned into a predator like smile and a saying that probably shouldn't be said aloud but was slipping out of my mouth. "YOU shouldn't touch what is mine. YOU shouldn't try to take what is mine. I don't take it well and I am quite vexing and dangerous when I want to be." Mayor of the assholes took multiple steps back and I took steps forward with predator grace. He was being hunted and I was the one hunting. "Is that clear enough for you mayor?"

He nodded shakingly and was still backing up, me following until he was against the door trying to keep his eyes on me while gripping for the door handle as if afraid if he looked anywhere else I'd pounce and devoir him which is correct although I could have done that even before I threatened him. Sometimes playing with your prey before their doom is good yes?

I watched him bolt after he opened the door to the outside door probably wanting to get far far away from me even though I didn't even touch him. Seems as if I don't have to go to VIOLENCE for most people. Pity.

I closed the door my expression turning soft and I went towards ty ignoring what just occurred and taking his hand gently leading him up the stairs silently. Our friends were at the top of the stairs staring at me. So they heard and saw everything that just occurred huh? Whatever. What's done is done. And I passed all of them ignoring everything except to go to the bathroom to clean up and take care of ty.

Finally we made it to the bathroom. I closed the door and let go his hand. Concentrating on my task which was preparing a bath for him. After that I took out the first aid kit from the cabinet for after his bath. He took his clothes off in a robotic matter. As if he wasn't all there. Which I get.

I helped him in the tub, him sitting in it while I washed him gently getting off any dirt, grime or blood that ended up on him. After he was washed he rinsed off in the shower and dried wrapping the towel on his waist.

I cleaned his already washed wounds with peroxide and then added polysporin and bruise cream wrapping everything I could, bandaging the rest. I left grabbing him clothes and then bringing them back for him to put on which he did. I ignored my bloody face,neck, clothes and broken nose in favor of making sure his nose wasn't broken which it wasn't just tender.

I grabbed his hand again leading him again out the door into his room too find that all our friends were quietly on his bed. I gently put him in the middle, emediatly getting cucooned by people and blankets. I left them silently closing his door and then sliding against it tears going down my face, washing the blood away but I didn't know why I was crying. Still I was guarding them, protecting them and no one will get to them.