1x1 with Ardent

Enzo hadn’t really changed since Tyler last saw him. Maybe it was the fact that Enzo was a vampire and Tyler was a werewolf, but Enzo seemed like a first class douche like he always was. No wonder him and Damon were best pals.

Judging by the vampire’s reaction, he didn’t know the full story of how close Donovan was to Alex. It was a whole new level of f/uckery that Tyler was going to have to get used to when it came to Donovan. He was a lot more sly than people gave him credit for being. He’d been pretty much the only human in their circle that ended up not being some kind of supernatural creature. He was glad that Enzo actually did take the time to shake his hand. He didn’t need any more agitation right now. His last mission for the Armory was still leaving a bad taste in his mouth. Enzo had asked him a question. Just after Enzo asked Tyler some question about the Armory, Alex came into the library with them. She began to give her spiel about a mission for the two of them.

The more that Tyler listened to Enzo talk, he was at the point where he was going to lose it. In his mind’s eye, he imagined baring his fangs and grasping Enzo on the throat. Just one little bite… Alex was rambling on about how Enzo was some kind of a nerd or something reading a bunch of lore. Tyler was still trying not to thing about one little nip that would kill the vampire with agonizing pain and torment. He shook himself and breathed in with a sound that almost sounded like a huff of a dog that was too focused on chasing that damned cat and his attention was diverted.

“Everlasting? What the hell is an Everlasting?” Tyler held out his hand trying to slow down the conversation a little bit. “And why do you want this Everlasting?” He was bristling a little at this treatment.

Alex smirked at Tyler and spoke to him in condescending tones. “An Everlasting is a particular Native Shaman, Tyler. They were located in the American West around the turn of the 20th Century. As for the rest, I’ll let Lorenzo fill you in on who they are and their connection to the Huntress Rayna Cruz.”

Native American Shaman? Tyler knew that most werewolf bloodlines were tied one Native American myth or another. The thought occurred to him that he could possibly found out his own bloodline and why it was so damn special. He wasn’t exactly the brightest bulb in the lot, but he knew when he could get the best of any given situation. He was a liar and a manipulator long before he even became a triggered werewolf. It was part of the reason why he was so successful with the ladies. Brady told him that some Native Shamans held werewolves in a certain regard as special emissaries of the Great Spirit. Maybe this wasn’t going to be such a bust after all.

Tyler clapped his hands together as Alex continued to talk to Enzo. “So.. You want me to show give him the grand tour and take him to the garage? After all we’re going to be on some sort of mission right to find this Medicine Man, right?” He rubbed his palms together. This suddenly turned out to be a really great idea after all. Biting Enzo was going to have to wait. Native Shamans were usually particularly powerful with their magic according to everything that Brady and Jules had taught him. He was totally fine with going along on this trip as muscle or the pet dog, whatever suited the moment. He glanced back at Enzo. “You can drive, but don’t expect me to hold my head out the window and let my tongue hang out…” It was a classic position that dogs were known to be in when going on a long car ride. Bonnie already made plenty of dog jokes for the two of them.

Not waiting for an answer, Tyler turned on his heels and headed out toward the main hallways of the Armory. He hated being in a library anyway. It made him want to curl up and go to sleep in the back of the room or find some cute girl and make out in the corner. Intellectualism was not his forte. He usually left that to Donovan. This time it was going to be up to a crusty Brit with a stiff upper lip and all that sort of bulls/hit.

Alex followed him out to grab the young man by the arm. “This is a very sensitive mission Tyler. I don’t want anyone dead this time. It’s imperative that you find the Eight Everlasting. Do you understand?” She wanted to get it through the head of the stubborn werewolf that was already wanting to leap into things headfirst. It didn’t bother her that Tyler had obviously killed Seth Michaels. Michaels was getting into things that he had no business being. Even the Armory had its secrets and they needed to stay that way. The death of a Rogue Agent was only beneficial to her in the long run. Tyler had done her a favor.

“Find the Eight Everlasting and no killing. Got it.” He mock saluted her with all the dripping sarcasm he could muster. He straightened his shoulders and waited for Enzo to follow Alex out of the library. “He looks like he belongs here. Did you ever tell him that yet?” Tyler told Alex.

Alex had a knowing grin on her face as Enzo joined them. “I’m hoping you’ll be able to show him that by completing a successful mission. You understand?”

He pursed his lips together sucking them into his mouth then finally making out with a loud pop from his lips. He was going to have to be a good boy with his vampire partner. “Do I get dog biscuits after this?” He asked with his typical witty sarcasm.

Alex shot him a look before leaving him behind. She touched Enzo’s forearm. “He’s all yours. Just smack him with a rolled up newspaper if he gets out of line.” She knew Tyler’s sarcasm well. She also knew he was a powerful werewolf with the blood of the oldest pack in his veins. He was a definite asset despite whatever flaws he possessed. Tyler Lockwood had the potential to be the most powerful werewolf on the planet, but he had no idea whatsoever the depth of what he could do. He and Enzo were going to balance each other out well.

Tyler watched her walk away leaving the two supernaturals to decide their next move. “So what do you want to do first? You want to get out of here, or do you want to go play in dusty old books all day?” He asked. Tyler was antsy and it showed. He needed to get out. These walls made him crazy.


 

Tyler Lockwood/Cerberus