His senses were still reeling. Jeremy was not used to being in a room with so many people looking right at him. Jeremy's attention had not been diverted from his arch enemy. Kol's smug face needed to have Jeremy's fist right in it.

Anna and Elena were doing their best to try and stop him from making a stupid mistake. Jeremy could feel them both trying to pull him back. His teeth were grinding and anger threatened to consume him. Only because of his sister and his girlfriend did he momentarily divert his attention away from the object of his hate. Nobody could pull his chain the way that Kol Mikaelson could. It didn't help that Rebekah's smug face was right there fanning the flames. All Kol had to do was look at him and Jeremy was ready to stake him with the nearest pointed object.

There was a commotion going on around them. Jeremy felt like a caged animal. The whole magic of the Traveler's that had created the Brotherhood of the Five was deeply embedded in who and what he was. Jeremy kept stealing glances at Kol as Elena and Anna kept trying to calm him down. It didn't even register with him what was being said to him. This entire charity event designed for the benefit of The Salvatore School was now a chaotic mess.

There was another trigger to his Hunter's senses. Being inside a place with Wolves, witches and Vampires never left him at ease. He had learned to deal with it the longer he spent time at the school. The kids had to know about hunters and the fact that they would face them outside the school walls. This feeling however was at a Peak tier level. "Something is happening. What's going on?" He started to pace like a caged animal.

Anna had zipped away and came back. Caroline was dead. Jeremy felt his heart sink. Caroline had been one of those icky girls that spent the night with Elena all those years ago. Being a typical little brother he used to try and head for the hills when the girls were all together. He still had an aversion to fluorescent orange nail polish all because of those sleepovers when he was a kid. He was their makeover subject more than once. It was no wonder he wasn't more messed up than he already was.

None of this was right. It was all so wrong. Here someone like Caroline who wanted to help people was gone while maggots like Kol and Rebekah Mikaelson get to pollute the world with their evil. What the hell was right about any of this? Jeremy broke away from where Anna stood and the Original Siblings were lurking like a disease. "I need some air." He muttered as he headed toward the nearest exit.

He didn't hear anyone calling after him even if they did. Jeremy was so focused on his righteous indignation that he couldn't think straight. None of this was right. None of this made any sense. Someone was in there and had murdered Caroline. Jeremy stood outside with his chin turned upward towards the sky. "What am I supposed to do now?! You gave me all these powers to fight evil and yet evil continues to win. Why do I even bother?!"

There was a small voice in the back of his mind. It was that same voice that spoke to him right before Anna came back from the dead. "You're a hunter. You hunt. The Hunt is not over. The hunt has just begun. Are you giving up now?"

He wanted to give up now. He wanted to take his crossbow and pointed at his own chest. It's not like he hadn't been dead before. This time it would be his own hand that took his own life. The image of Kol Mikaelson gloating over his dead body made Jeremy rage. No. He couldn't give the bastard that satisfaction. Even if he was the only one left, he'd go down with a fight. Immediately the thoughts of ending it all left him. Now all that was left was the fact that there needed to be a cleanup. He was going to clean up. Caroline's murderer was still in there. He couldn't let this all be in vain.

Jeremy turned back around to face the building. The life of one of the Five was never easy. That much hadn't changed from Little Jeremy Gilbert Elena's baby brother. He had a charmed Life when he was a little kid. He was a doctor's kid. He had everything he ever wanted, until his parents took a trip on Whickery Bridge. Frankly life sucked from that point on to where he stood today. He knew what he had to do now. Slowly Jeremy made his way back inside. There needed to be some calm in the midst of the storm.