attn: Ardent, Hex Girl, Made of Ruin

There was a conflagration of noises going on in his head. Tyler stood there with the finest black silk outfit complete with rapier on his hip. He was Zorro just for the night for this Halloween, but he felt a little antsy. There wasn’t any other way to describe it. The werewolf started to pace a bit until he heard the voice of Enzo St. John. The smell of death that accompanied a vampire to the nose of a wolf, snapped him back into some form of clarity. “Oh! Hey Enzo! Bonnie!” Tyler had grown up with Bonnie, Elena and Caroline all in the days before they knew that vampires, werewolves and witches were real.

He was not mesmerized at the moment like he had been. The aire of familiarity that came with The vampire and the witch had in a sense snapped him out of what threatened to convince him that he was really a swordsman from Spanish California. He was the same old Tyler that excelled at being a royal pain in the arse again. “You’d think I’d get used to the stink of death that comes with a vampire after all these years, but noooo.” He smirked, drawing his lips into a firm line. He knew when he talked smack about vampires, that usually gained him a glare or two from Enzo or whatever vamp was in his vicinity.

“So are we ready to scope this place out or anything?” He asked Bonnie and Enzo. He was being drawn inside. He just simply wrote it off as being excited for the holiday. He wasn’t even noticing that his voice developed a bit of a Spanish accent as he spoke. He was moving with a bit more of a flourish than what he normally did. It was the flamboyant style of Zorro that was starting to bleed into the werewolf’s personality without him truly recognizing what was happening.

The smell of death assaulted his wolf senses once more. The icy hues of Damon Salvatore connected with him. “And a vampire as a serial killer?” Tyler’s sneer curled his lips in a self assured smile. “Wow… What a stretch there.” Sarcasm was an art and Tyler Lockwood perfected it. “Please tell me I’m not the only wolf here today?” He muttered mostly to himself. “So are we gonna get this show on the road?” He asked. His accent returned to normal when Damon came along dressed as Freddy Kruger.

Tyler had no idea that he was doing anything out of the ordinary. The closer this group got to the front door of the Haunted House, the more he could feel a fog coming over him. The sounds of the populace that was inside the house began to grow louder in his ears. He shook his head briefly. He knew his senses were augmented because of the fact he was a wolf. Damon especially loved to make dog jokes around him. Bonnie got a few in front time to time after everything happened and the wolf curse took effect on Tyler. He was still a young wolf by all standards especially since he had no idea that the Lockwood Family had a curse until it was far too late. Uncle Mason tried to warn him, but Katherine’s mechaninations caused him to spill that innocent blood for the first time all those years ago. Was it wrong that he was happy it wasn’t Matt Donovan he killed first? Needless Death was something that he’d grown to despise as he had gotten older. Death now had to have a purpose. Given the work he did on occasion for The Armory, Tyler was glad he had a way to vent all that primal instinct. A slight snarl curled his lips as his path took him closer to the inside of the Haunted House. Yes, it did sound like his snarl when he was in pure wolf form. He wasn’t in wolf form at the moment even though his eyes were shining that golden amber color. His right hand rested upon the basket hilt of the rapier on his side. His digits began to drum across that same basket hilt. He was growing more and more anxious to pull out that sword.

Zorro and the wolf known as Tyler Lockwood were both inside the form of the young man with a struggle involved to try and gain dominance over one another. He had no idea how it looked on the outside or if anyone even noticed. He was locked inside his own head at the moment. It was a prospect that was downright frightening especially to Tyler since control was something he’d worked hard to establish especially being a wolf. The churning in his stomach told him this was likely not to end well.


 

Tyler Lockwood/Cerberus