As the days of being a werewolf rolled on it became clearer and clearer that Uncle Mason had left some major things out about transformations. He didn't mention that I'd want to kill vampires so bad, that I'd be a threat to everyone around me (though I guess I shoulda figured that out on my own), and he definitely didn't tell me how horny I'd become. It was like everything was hightened.
All of that aside, it wasn't so bad. I didn't have the urge for blood, like Caroline and the others, which I was grateful for. But one thing did nag my mind - how my bite could end one of them so quickly.
And I'd bitten someone when I couldn't control myself...Damon Salvatore, the older brother. I closed my eyes, remembering how my heart was racing as soon as his blood and skin entered my mouth. It was barely a nibble, but he still seemed pretty surprised. And I hadn't seen him in days, only Stephan being around Elena like always.
My heart ached a bit for Damon, seeing as I may have just wrapped up his 'eternal life'. It really wasn't something I wanted to live with. I looked up as my mom entered the Study, carrying her purse while putting earrings in.
"I'm headed to Town Hall. Since your father isn't here I have to be the one to give speeches, and everyone is wondering what we're going to do about taxes" she explained, looking around frantically before finding her cell phone and smiling.
I nodded, no words needed as she quickly left without a decent goodbye. Typical. A large breath left my lungs, between a sigh and a grunt, so I lifted myself up and grabbed my own phone from the table.
'B there soon. Gotta do somethin 1st.' Caroline wouldn't understand the urgency I suddenly felt, so I kept the text short and sweet. Sure she'd be mad but she'd have to put up with it. There was something I had to do first.
DAMON:
I reached over through the bubbles of my bath water to the iced bucket and champagne bottle, holding it over my glass. Only a few sips worth came out, so sighing I put it right back. "We are out of champagne."
"Ah. No, you are out of champagne" Andie commented, not even glancing my way as she put her makeup on. Typical. "I don't drink in the morning." She had to add that.
"Well, would you be a dear and-" She cut me off.
"I think you can probably go get it yourself. I'm not your slave." The smell of her opening the nail polish made my stomach hurt, so I just smiled and slowly stood up, not bothering to grab a towel, and walked right out of the bathroom into the hall.
"I mean, you're dripping...a little" she commented, staring at the floor. "Mhmm..." was my only reponse. She'd been getting on my nerves lately, ever since I stopped compelling her, but that was how most relatioships worked. It was the closest thing I had to normal.
A large, shining bottle was waiting in my large glass cabinet, and once I wrapped my fingers around it's neck it felt like today was going to get better. Maybe.
TYLER:
I parked the car and stepped out into the sun, shutting the door and making my way across the long wrap-around driveway. The house was old, it was obvious, probably from hundreds of years ago just like the vampires themselves. This was the first time I'd get to see the inside of this place, it was kinda exciting. I mean - I'd be seeing it later, it was where we were having Elena's big birthday surprise. Just as I walked up the steps my phone buzzed in my pocket; Caroline.
'What? Ur so unreliable! Hury up! We need to get the prty strted.' I rolled my eyes and put it away without responding. She was so neurotic and controlling sometimes. Slowly I put my hand to the door to knock but something caught my eye. Sunlight from the inside, the door was cracked open. Maybe someone was home afterall. I pushed lightly, and even that sent the door flying fast toward the wall. I barely caught it before it alerted whoever was home. This was trespassing, and I surprised myself by how much I didn't care. Something wanted me to do this, and that part was a little creepy.
The living room was empty, fireplace just recently put out, the embers still casting a glow on the carpet. All furniture looked like well kept antiques, including the couch and tables. I moved down the few stairs into the room itself, it was really spacious. Caroline did a good job picking a place for the 'small' party Elena was expecting.
There was a huge cabinet that glistened in the sunlight coming through the glass doors towards the back. I noticed it was full of expensive looking bottles and cups, alcohol no doubt, but before I could look any closer I heard a throat clear behind me.
DAMON:
"You, my dear, are a beauty" I whispered to my favorite beverage of all time, a Mimosa. It's grown on me over the centuries. "Breakfast of champions?" Andie asked from the bedroom. I rolled my eyes, she needed to be quiet and stop ruining moments. As I moved to head back that direction from the cellar a strange smell hit me hard.
What the hell? Quickly but quietly I sped up the stairs and to the hall leading to the living room. Peeking wasn't my forte but I did it, glancing barely past the wall and straight at the intruder. Tyler Lockwood? What was he doing in my house? The second I cleared my throat, moving into view, he jumped and spun around to face me.
I could hear his heartrate skyrocket, eyes scanning down then back up my body to my face. I smirked, looking into his big brown eyes as his bore into my head.
"I-I-I...uh..." he stuttered, looking at his feet then my cabinet nervously. "Yes?" I asked, the smile never leaving my face. "You what?"
His nerves were on fire. Surprise, nervous, worry, and...arousal. Figures. Wolves never did know when to sit and put it away. He had a different smell than the usual stink of wet dog. I walked down into the living room, putting the bottle back after slowly pouring a glass, keeping my eyes on him the entire time. He swallowed as I took deliberate steps. Mind games were so fun.
"I just came to...uh...how's your, uh...your arm?" he cleared his throat much as I did earlier, and crossed his arms infront of his chest. The bravado act was fooling nobody.
"Still here,aren't I? You know, thanks to you that little brother of mine is finally gone. It hasn't been like this for so many years!" I explained, smirking wider at the shock creeping into his features, and closed the glass doors after my bottle was secure.
Tyler shifted his weight from foot to foot, chest still puffed out the slightest, "What do you mean he's gone?"
Here come the questions. "What I just said." He took a tentative step towards me as I started to turn to walk away, trying hard to focus only on my face. I sighed, faking the aggitation and leaning against the banister of the small set of stairs.
"If you must know, Klaus has him. Forever, I hope."
"Klaus?" So Uncle Mason hadn't told him everything. "Yes, Klaus. Big bad hybrid 'oldest vampire in the history of time' Klaus. Not only is Stephen gone, but so is he. So our asses, and Elena's, are safe."
"But don't you care at all?" he argued, frowning when I shook my head.
"No. I promised Stephen an eternity of misery for making me what I am, and having to work side by side with him was getting a little stuffy. So, my problems are all gone."
He growled under his breath, moving even closer, "That's cold, you know."
This time, my aggitation wasn't fake. "So is biting me when I'm trying to help your pathetic friends."
That seemed to work, he got the hint. "I already apologized for that."
"Nothing formal hit my ears." He growled again, stepping way too close.
"You may have people fooled Damon, but you're nothing but an asshole. So, I'm sorry for your arm, man, I really am. But you being dead might be for the best."
As he turned and started to walk away it was my turn to growl. This wolf was overstepping his boundaries. I grabbed his arm, spinning him around and slamming him up against the wall, my hands on either side of his head.
"Listen, pup, I could have killed you the second I laid eyes on you but I didn't. Because, unlike your dear uncle Mason, you were no threat to me. Now, starting to big talk your way around someone as old and powerful as I am is not a good choice. I suggest you leave, and the next time I see you better be at that party tonight. Understand me?"
His eyes never left mine, never backing down. I smiled, seeing he was quiet and patting his cheek. "That's a good boy. Now run along."
He put his hand on my arm, squeezing and sending the slighest bit of pain. "Don't talk to me like I'm some kid."
I laughed, face inches away from his own, "But you are. So young, naiive, you have no idea what I could do to you."
Tyler pushed against my chest with both hands but I didn't budge. The pup had some strength, I'd give him that, but tonight wasn't a full moon. "You can't do anything to me that I couldn't do to you."
"Oh?" I asked, enjoying this little game. "Is that a fact?" Slowly I leaned down, taking in his scent, remembering it. He leaned his head back, taking a gulp of air and trying again to push me. "That won't work, you know it."
"Wha-what the hell are you doing?"
I honestly had no idea. For some reason being this close to his body made me feel a warmth that I hadn't felt since being human, laying in bed with Katherine. I hated yet welcomed it at the same time. A pressure started forming inside my mouth, against my gums. Slowly my fangs were elongating, and my vision began to blur.
"I'm doing this..." was the only response he got from me before I yanked his head back and sank my fangs into the junction between his neck and shoulder. He yelled out in pain, bringing his arms up to my head and trying to pry me off but to no avail. I drank from him like I hadn't drank in a long time, even though I had no idea what wolf blood would do to me. After getting what I wanted I released him, wiping my mouth with the back of my arm. He fell to the ground, clutching the mark.
What had I just done?
TYLER:
The pain when Damon bit me was beyond measure. It felt like fire was being stabbed into my neck, and then rushing out into his mouth. I was weak, suddenly tired, but brought my hands up to try and pull his head away. He wasn't budging. My eyes closed, it was slowly ebbing away and soon I felt nothing. Right before he let go I could feel the wolf inside of me trying to break free. It...enjoyed the bite.
When he released me I fell to my knees, clutching my bleeding neck desperatley. He stood over me, the shadows casting a dark glow on his face.
"Leave. Now" he hissed out, seeming to lose all the playfulness he had had teasing me earlier. I stood, shakily, and almost bolted towards the door and onto the front porch. Before I knew what was going on I was already in my car heading home, head and heart pounding.
I looked in the rearview mirror at my neck, seeing the bite wounds starting to close the tiniest bit. Uncle Mason had told me a werewolf bite was fatal to vampires but...what about the other way around?
"Fuck!" I yelled, slamming my fist into the steering wheel. My body didn't hurt, so I was hoping nothing bad would happen. I felt a sudden surge of anger at the vampire rise inside me - I wanted to rip his head off for him even taking the chance at possibly killing me. Most of all, I wanted to ask him Why. Why he felt the need to do that. And why my inner wolf hadn't minded. Tonight, I'd confront him. In front of everybody.