1x1 with Bloody Shoes

To say he was scared was the understatement of the year. Tyler Lockwood had found out from his Uncle Mason what exactly what it was that was the deepest darkest family secret. As long as he didn’t accidentally kill someone, he was going to be fine. His curse would remain untriggered. He’d be just fine. The hell he would.

Tyler Lockwood had an affinity for two things; alcohol and sex. He was a teenage boy. It happened. He had all that raging testosterone that had to be set free somehow. So he was into booze and sex with any girl who would look in his direction. It’s what everyone did. Why did he have to be so different? He was a Lockwood. That’s why he had to be different.

Seeing Sarah’s body just lying there haunted him even all these weeks later. When the first full moon came, along with it came his first transformation. The repeated pain of all his bones breaking etched itself on his memory. His life was completely upside down. He didn’t know what to do. All he knew was that he didn’t want to kill his vampire girlfriend Caroline Forbes. She saw him through that transformation but ended up having to lock herself inside a room in the old Lockwood Estate Cellar for the night all because he tried to kill her. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, especially Care, so he left. He threw a few things in a duffel bag and took off. He was 17 years old and scared to death. He had no other choice.

He had 30 days before the next full moon. Uncle Mason had told him of people who were like them who could help him. They just weren’t in Mystic Falls because of the vampire infestation. Vampires and werewolves weren’t exactly the best of friends. It was a huge crock of s/hit for a horny werewolf boy that he couldn’t screw around with his vampire girlfriend for fear of killing. Having a conscious s/ucked balls.

As the time clicked down off the calendar, Tyler made his way to the Smoky Mountains. He was hoofing it for the most part counting on his own ability to scare people as a werewolf to keep the crazies away. He felt his senses heightened. His sense of smell was overloading his brain the most right now. When he got into the car with a man that smelled like beer and p/iss he was almost confident he was going to barf on the man’s shoes. He got to the front gates of the Smoky Mountains just in time. He couldn’t get out quick enough.

Once in the free air, he stood there long enough to fill his lungs with that fresh air. He looked around at the majestic scenery around him. This felt like home to him. He could feel a bond with this place. He couldn’t explain it. Tyler had his duffel bag over his shoulder as he continued walking into the forest. He stopped at the embankment of the road and simply hopped over it. Finding the werewolves here was not going to be a simple task, but it certainly wasn’t going to be where the tourists were. Wolves needed to hide from the prey. He learned that from those old nature films that they made the kids watch at Mystic Falls High their entire freshman year. Man he was glad it took.

The crunching of his footsteps on the path was only met with the sounds of nature all around him. It was no wonder that Uncle Mason had no desire to actually go back home until his dad had died. This was freedom. That was if you could stand the agony of having all your bones broken as you morphed into a snarling wolf. He rolled his head on his spine cracking a few cervical vertebrae in the process. His biggest problem now was finding the others. He hoped that his Uncle Mason had told them about him or he was going to end up being one dead werewolf.

Tyler kept walking until he came to a clearing. The smells of gasoline and a campfire lured him closer. Someone was cooking. The newly triggered werewolf felt his stomach rumble. He was definitely hungry. He decided to approach the site carefully because right now he didn’t know who was on his side and who wasn’t. He crept up closer and with muscles tensed. He was a wide receiver for the football team after all so he could take off at a moment’s notice.

As he was creeping around the campsite, he could see the man and woman that appeared to be the leaders of this family or whatever it was getting ready to have a picnic. They looked like they were close in age to his Uncle Mason. He didn’t know what it was like to have a werewolf pack or anything like that. Uncle Mason disappeared before Tyler had a chance to ask him about it or to give him any kind of introduction to being a werewolf. All Mason told him was to be careful. Tyler had a nasty temper. That was putting it mildly. That temper was what ended up getting Sarah killed.

The young werewolf was not in any way inconspicuous. The woman was tending to the grill but where was the man? Tyler lost all track of the man until he felt himself being slammed to the ground. The man was had him pinned to the ground in a hammer lock with his arm pulled around behind his back. “Never, EVER sneak up on a pack about to have dinner.” The voice of the man came behind him holding onto his arm just a little bit longer.

Tyler clenched his teeth in frustration and in pain from the awkward angle that his arm was being held. “Nobody ever told me what it was like to be a werewolf, okay?” He spit out getting a mouthful of dirt in the process. He was sufficiently embarrassed and now rationally considering going back to Mystic Falls.

The man let his arm go. “You’re Mason’s nephew Tyler, aren’t you?” He asked. Release came of the boy’s arm and the awkward hold. “I’m Brady. That’s Jules. You’re in the right place Kid.”

Score one for Mason and his weird friends. Tyler grumbled in his own mind. He rolled his arm and rubbed it trying to get the feeling back in his extremities. “I’m Tyler. Yeah Mason was my uncle.” Family curses were a piece of s/hit. “Thanks for not killing me.” He muttered as he stood slowly back to his feet.

“That comes later.” A subtle smirk and even tones sent mixed signals to Tyler. Brady patted his pack and led him toward the campfire. “Let’s get you something to eat. You’ve got a lot to learn and less than 30 days to learn it all before the next full moon.

The boy was the newest to activate his curse, so that meant he had to be initiated into this life one way or another. Maybe they could help him find out what happened to Mason in the process. For now, he was going to eat hamburgers and hotdogs like they were filet mignon. The spoiled rich kid was a werewolf. Fate was a b/itch and Tyler intended to live no matter what the cost.


 

Tyler Lockwood/Cerberus