Gender: Male
Age: 31
Country: United States
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[ This blog post is private ]
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03/21/2023 05:11 PM
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Prison World #2
Making his way into Lockwood Manor's main hall was mind boggling for Tyler. He'd seem pictures of how the place looked in 1985. His dad had been the dutiful son being groomed for a political career in Mystic Falls while his Uncle Mason was the rebel. He knew his Dad was a d*ck but now he walked through the house as it was when he was being molded into that bastard that Tyler knew all too well.
Silent footfalls echoes in the hall that had been the nexus of several high society events. Tyler actually noticed decorations were in the process for the engagement party for his parents. Congratulations Charles and Carol! The decorations were done up in the most elegant design. The Lockwoods never did anything half-hearted. That stuffed shirt strict society world had been ingrained in Tyler since he could walk. He hated it with a passion which was why he could relate to Mason as easily as he had done. Speaking of Mason, Tyler had a stray thought run through his mind. His face illuminated brilliantly. He had to see if it was here. He turned from what would be the beginnings of his childhood and focused on the front door.
He knew Mason wasn't exactly overly fond of the world he'd been born into, so his father, Tyler's grandpa, compromised with him in a sense. The Lockwood heir opened the front door of this mansion to see in the driveway a most welcome sight. It was a 1985 Jeep Wrangler that was a beautiful Navy blue in color. It looked as though it had come straight off the showroom floor. Tyler immediately felt relief. Granted his own truck was gone, but Mason's jeep sat in its place.
The young man practically ran to the Jeep to inspect it. It was absolutely beautiful. Tyler ran his hand along the sides of the vehicle just taking in the reality of the situation in which he was trapped. He was really in 1985, but why? Instead of just wandering around here, he had to get the hell out of whatever place this was. He didn't have to just sit here either. He now had wheels! He reached into his pockets. The keys he had were for his own truck left in the future. He cursed under his breath and headed back into the house.
Tyler didn't take all that long to get back upstairs. He was fumbling through his/Mason's room to try and locate the keys for the Jeep. It was during this search, he felt like he could really understand Mason a bit more and this world that had temporarily trapped him. He had to admit however that he was jealous of his uncle. Mason got out of the family business. The Lockwood Family Curse had actually claimed him and his uncle. Tyler's dad died before he became a fully realized werewolf… or at least he'd assumed that his dad had escaped that part. Tyler saw a most unusual picture in Mason's room of the two together. He stuffed it in his pocket for now. He had not seen this picture before. He'd take time to find out more later. The keys to the Jeep were right in front of that weird picture. Tyler took the keys in hand and left the room to go eventually outside again.
He left behind that bag he'd been packing when this whole mess started as he climbed into the Jeep. Sitting behind the wheel of the car, he pulled out the keys and slid them in the ignition. The engine purred like a kitten for him. Tyler cheered at the sound. He backed the Jeep out of the driveway and headed down the road.
The houses looked as they did in the current day but a hell of a lot younger. They hadn't been through the hell of Tyler's recent memory. Up ahead was the Salvatore Boarding House. Tyler knew the secrets now of what went on there. It was curious to him however. Did they know all these things back in 1985? Chances were they sure as hell did. Tyler decided that would be the logical place to go to find out more answers about what the hell happened. Was he the only one trapped? He was heading straight for the proverbial fire to figure that out for himself.
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03/19/2023 07:30 PM
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Purge Intro
attn: Klaus and Caroline / mention: Stefan, Kai and Jeremy Who was he kidding?
Tyler Lockwood knew what was about to happen. Everyone did. The young hybrid knew good and damn well he was going to be square in the sights of a lot of people. Too many people hated him. Too many people knew what he was. Tyler was a dead man if he didn't do something to stop it. That's why he had to get ready.
Getting ready meant several things. As a hybrid, he wasn't subject to the weaknesses that normal vampires or werewolves had. He was likely the only chance that some wayward souls had. He was packing everything he could in a bag, throwing it all together in one huge mess. He'd sort it all out later.
By the time he was ready, there wasn't too much longer until he'd be one of the big trophies for one hunter. Gilbert was obviously going to be in peak form tonight. Staying the HELL away from a member of the Brotherhood of the Five was high on his list of priorities. As for whomever else might be hunting him down, there was no telling who might be out there who had a friendly face but a dagger behind their backs.
He was finally ready to leave Lockwood Manor. Hopefully it would still be standing when all this garbage was over. Tyler would worry about cleaning it up later. For now, he had to think about surviving first. He'd done it before when he ran away from home as a young werewolf. He found his way to Tennessee and the wolf packs there. He survived running as a new wolf who didn't know anything until today. He was hardened by all the sh*t in his life that included killing his own girlfriend so he could live reborn with the wolf curse again. He missed Liv like crazy and hated Kai for doing this to everyone. The arrogant prick needed his throat ripped out painfully. If only he could be the one to do it…. Life was so unkind to Tyler Lockwood.
He considered going out the front door, but that would be too obvious. He didn't know if his neighbors would be shooting off their guns at him or a hunter might have his place already staked out for when he left. That was when he took the only route he figured was best. He exited the back of Lockwood Manor heading toward the old place that had that cellar that he'd used when he first changed all those years ago when his first love, Caroline Forbes vowed to see him through that first night even at the expense of her own safety. That was a great place to hunker down til it all had blown over.
The cellar had been left over from the days of his great grandfather George Lockwood. He’d come to find out later that George was a werewolf before he or his Uncle Mason had been. There was plenty of evidence in this old wine cellar that George had had some terrible nights keeping himself hidden away from the world at least one night a month. Tyler was counting on this place helping him yet one more time. It would also be a helluva place to die.
He’d spent at least two days prepping the cellar for the eventual night of the Purge. It would take Jeremy Gilbert himself or a Ripper like Stefan Salvatore to find him down here. He had food and water stashed in one of the rooms behind a locked door. He wouldn’t lock himself behind one of those doors. If someone found him down here, then he didn’t need to be trapped completely. He at least had a chance staying in the open area of the cellar.
Everything was secure to Tyler’s satisfaction. He had the hidden doors locked securely from the inside and covered by vervain blossoms that his great grandfather grew as an edge of the vampires. It wasn’t until well after Tyler had been turned into a hybrid by Klaus had he found George’s diary and had a lot more things opened to him. Klaus had changed his life more than once. It would appear that Klaus was about to change it again.
His cell phone buzzed in his pocket. There was a message from Klaus there on his voicemail of all people..
"My Friends, my Family. The time has come for us to band forces! To fight for our rights in this world! Rights that have been stripped of our kind by the Triads and the Government with their hate-filled Purge initiatives! No longer can we, or shall we, be made to feel fear, or hide! No longer can we allow this to continue!... Not when they seek to use our own kind against us! Join me at the Salvatore School in Mystic Falls... and there I will share with you my plans to lay waste to their charades of dominance over us all!"
What was Tyler to do? He’d learned that Klaus Mikaelson was not a man that one should trust. Tyler also knew that Klaus was a dangerous enemy. He shook his head. Tyler had taken great care to prepare his little bunker for the entire event. Was he willing to give himself up to side with the one monster who was the worst one of them all?
Not really.
Tyler typed out a message and sent it. He wasn’t going to speak for fear of anyone nearby that could hear him.
I’m sorry Klaus, but I can’t do that. If I come out from where I am, then I’m taking a risk I’m not willing to take. Plus, how am I supposed to actually trust you? There’s only one way I’ll trust you and I assume you know how to make that happen. – T
Tyler shut off his phone. He had a battery powered charger stashed away with him in the Lockwood cellar. He wouldn’t come out of here to Klaus’ righteous cause unless Caroline herself convinced him otherwise. In the meantime he was staying right here.
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02/15/2023 12:01 AM
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Hush [3w group sl]
attn: Klaus mention:Hope, Caroline Tyler couldn't express adequately all the rage he felt toward Klaus right about now. Just when he thought that the Original Hybrid was finally out of his life after being dead. He couldn’t have been so lucky.
Klaus had not caused Tyler to invoke the werewolf curse although Katherine Pierce wanted to present a newborn wolf to Klaus. Caroline was supposed to die when Tyler did. Instead, Tyler drove Caroline away and right to Klaus. Tyler hated life and it was all Klaus's fault.
Tyler was writhing with agony as Klaus squeezed his heart one more time. Tyler cursed Klaus to his face with words that erupted in a steady stream from his drying lips. "ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT!" He hated giving up especially when Klaus was involved. What choice did he have? Absolutely none
His powers of healing and regeneration as a wolf were causing the hole in his chest that Klaus had put there to heal over. He was taking measured breaths even after Klaus had wiped Tyler's own blood on his scrubs. The hole in his body healed soon enough, but the blood drenched hole in the scrubs never fixed. He clenched his teeth at the older male who looked like the devil to Tyler. He hated Klaus so much that he was ready to just rip his head off his shoulders. But the grinning bastard was right about all this. Tyler was no match for Klaus. Since for now they were against what was causing the whole situation, Tyler didn't fight back. The time wasn't right.
It struck Tyler in this moment of clarity that Klaus had been affected by this whole thing as well. His phone was speaking for him. This was actually worse than he imagined. Klaus was a wounded animal. Tyler nodded when he was asked where Hope was. Klaus pushed him and Tyler stumbled slightly. "Alright! Calm down. I'll take you to Hope. Can you stop being a d*ck for five minutes?" Tyler's mouth would undoubtedly earn him more manhandling by Klaus but at least Tyler had a moment to realize that he actually did stand above Klaus. For one brief shining moment, Tyler Lockwood had an advantage over Klaus Mikaelson. Tyler smirked even as Klaus pushed him through the crowd outside the hospital.
They were in an ambulance right now. It didn't seem right to abscond with an ambulance, but if they were going to go find Hope and the others having a bigger vehicle at their disposal would actually work to their advantage. Honestly Tyler being a doctor too helped. Dammit!
Klaus was still barking orders at Tyler. "Mind toning it down a few notches a**hole?" Tyler started up the ambulance. "The girls; Hope, Josie and Lizzie all are in the same dorm. Caroline is close to that location. It's logical to assume she's trying to find her daughters too. So, just trust me. I want to find out what the hell is going on myself. So stop shoving me around and actually do something you've not done in a long time. Trust me."
Klaus was not one to trust but at one time, Tyler did trust him. He had been given a position of prominence as Klaus's first successful hybrid. Granted Tyler didn't want to go that far back in their relationship but they had to reach some sort of compromise. Their friends and family just might depend on it.
The ambulance pulled up outside of the Dorm that Tyler knew to be that of Hope and Caroline's girls. "This is hopefully where they all are. Like I said I don't know if Caroline is here yet, but odds are she will be soon enough." Tyler reached for a paramedic's jacket. He pulled off his bloody scrubs and zipped on a jacket. "I assume you want me to go with you and not try something , right?" Now Tyler was mocking Klaus. Tyler turned to Klaus awaiting his response. The ball was in his court now.
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02/11/2023 09:05 PM
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Prison World intro
intro post/ mention: Kai and Caroline What was it about Lockwood Manor that made him hate being there? Tyler Lockwood was the last surviving heir of the Lockwood Family that had been so prominent in Mystic Falls since the early days. As with many families in this town, the Lockwoods had their secrets. They were a family of werewolves. Tyler was just the latest and the last member of this line.
Since his youth, he was working alongside with the Armory and even with his friend Jeremy Gilbert as monster hunter. Sure there were good monsters, but there were also bad monsters. One of the worst monsters Tyler ever knew was a siphon witch named Malachi Parker. The bastard had been sent to a Prison World by the Gemini Coven after killing most of his family and severely injuring his twin Josette. He'd searched for two year old Olivia and Luke but Josette had saved them getting injured in the process. Fast Forward another twenty years to Kai's escape from the Prison World and a final rampage and revenge against the Coven that had banished him.
Tyler hated the piece of garbage because in his final act of revenge, Kai killed nearly the entire Coven. That included Olivia, with whom Tyler had fallen deeply in love. Any chance he could, Tyler would stand against Kai all for the memory of Liv and what she meant to him. Kai needed to be put down once and for alq. The Armory knew he was personally vested in the whole story of Kai Parker and for good reason.
The Parkers were witches. The Lockwoods were werewolves and the Salvatores were vampires. Family secrets ran deep and were often deadly. Tyler was packing his gear in Lockwood Manor which was next to the Salvatore Boarding School. He was planning on stopping by the school to let Caroline know where he was going. He liked to make sure that she knew where he was in case she needed him to come back for any reason. He was a part time Gym Teacher there, usually putting the werewolves through their paces. He was Coach Lockwood to the kids. He would do anything for those kids and Caroline. He had his last bit of gear shoved in the bag. He zipped it up tight before tossing the bag over his shoulder.
He turned to go toward the door of his bedroom in Lockwood Manor. That was when it happened. The light that surrounded him was so bright that it actually hurt. Tyler actually let out a werewolf growl from the momentary pain that the bright light inflicted on him. It took him a bit longer for his eyes to readjust because of his augmented senses. What in the hell just happened?
Tyler had found himself knocked to the floor as a result of this bright light. He started to push himself upward slowly. His room had changed. None of his things were in the room. It had changed drastically. It was filled with surfer boy things. Tyler stood to his feet slowly. He noticed a snapshot of campers who were on a fishing trip tucked under the corner of the mirror. He examined the picture closely. It had been one he'd seen before. Upon further inspection, he realized that the best looking kid in the group was his Uncle Mason. The date on the picture was 1985. He couldn’t get over what was happening here.
He knew that his room had been Mason's once upon a time. When Tyler was a little boy, he remembered moving into this room when Mason left. Given the fresh ink and the quality of the photo, Tyler knew something was not right. He was somehow transported to 1985. By the lack of noise outside, Tyler's mind ran through a dozen scenes as to what was happening. Something pulled him here and that idea put him on high alert. He'd been transported to 1985 somehow… but why? The only thing to do was to leave Lockwood Manor to try and get some answers. He exited the room and started toward the main hall. What was he going to find out there? Hopefully it wouldn't take long to find the answers.
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01/19/2023 11:01 PM
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Halloween [3W group SL]
attn: Damon, Elena, Enzo and Bonnie He wandered deeper within the darkness of this Haunted House. Tyler's vision acclimated to this darkness with each pull of the powerful magic around him. He could still hear Enzo, Bonnie, Elena and Damon behind him. He was the fifth wheel; a wolf that was surrounded by a witch and vampires. Elena was human but she wasn't human. It never made sense to Tyler even when he was in his human form. The bottom line was that supernatural creatures were real and he was one of them. Damn it all to hell
He ran his tongue over his lips to moisten them. He was getting more overheated as the minutes ticked off the clock. They felt like an eternity. He felt more and more primal urges well up within him. The whole Spanish California spirit that was tied to the costume he wore as Zorro was fading away. Zorro was Spanish for fox. He started to consider how delicious a fox would be right now… His stomach started to growl with that sentiment.
His eyes widened. Eat a fox? What kind of sickness was pervading his mind right now? He was a werewolf that had control over his baser instincts. He wasn't lost to those primal urges. When he was in full wolf form, he had the urge to rip any vampire to shreds that was downwind of him. Damon was the one closest to him right now. Maybe in some other world or some other time, the elder Salvatore would surrender to his own instincts to murder and kill him for being a wolf. Tyler rubbed his mouth with the back of his sleeve. His nostrils twitched like that of a dog catching a scent of something interesting. It was blood. Blood was on his sleeve, but whose blood was it? Tyler sniffed again. It was his. There was no doubt about it.
Tyler's eyes turned a bright gold once more. The low growl rumbled from the back of his throat. If anyone could see him clearly, they would be able to tell that wolf fur had already started erupting from his skin. He was caught in an awkward position. Tyler was already partially transformed, that was why his senses were heightened. Something had trapped him in mid transformation. He wanted to run away and hide but he couldn't. He just kept giving Damon side glances allowing a snarl to curl his lips. Some power kept urging him deeper into this lunacy. Damon didn't want to hurt him. Logic told him Damon was behaving himself for just one time. Yet these images began to permeate his mind of Damon as an out of control vampire in need of a kill focusing on him. Vampires and werewolves were ancient enemies and for good reason.
That was it. Tyler was lost to whatever evil had invaded his mind and kept him in this mostly wolf mindset. He was still mostly human right now, but his wolf form had already had an effect on his body. It was an odd vision as the Lockwood heir was stuck between a wolf and human form. It was something similar to what the werewolves looked like in the old movies in the Golden Age of Hollywood. He whipped around on his heels with his gaze focused completely on Damon. His fangs were bared and he was ready. Those false images of Damon ripping his throat out kept burning his soul making him angrier with each passing moment.
What was real? What was magical manipulation? The Cursed Lockwood was a prisoner to his fate. He started to take slow steps toward Damon ready to attack him. Finally came the leap while still in semi human form that was directed at Damon. If he landed close enough, Tyler would attempt to sink his fangs in Damon's right arm. It was kill or be killed. Tyler wasn't going to be killed.
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01/13/2023 02:09 PM
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Hush [3w group sl]
attn: Klaus/ mention: The Originals Tyler hated not knowing what was happening. All these people couldn't speak and now it was spreading. He exhausted the limits of the medical knowledge he had gained at this point. It was almost worth calling the CDC if it wasn't supernatural in nature. He kept hitting roadblocks repeatedly. It was infuriating. There was only one other possible explanation. He couldn’t shake the feeling that it was. He'd seen too much not to be able to spot it straight away. Logic told him that was the answer. He had to find these supernatural answers, so that's what he was determined to do. He turned to set on his path when he ran into the brick wall otherwise known as Klaus Mikaelson.
He had no time to act, only react. Klaus had crushed his fingers into his chest before he knew what happened. The pain from the vice-like grip the Original Hybrid had on his heart was beyond any agony he'd ever experienced. He'd been manhandled and beaten plenty of times even when he was just a human. He knew pain. What human didn't? Now that he wasn't, this hurt so badly he couldn't think straight. He could only react. Tyler cried out with a loud voice trying to take swipes at Klaus absolutely failing in the process. He could feel his heart beating in the clawlike digits of the Original Hybrid. Tyler's eyes turned golden and his fangs extended. He was not only in pain, he was angry. The animal in Tyler Lockwood was ready to fight back.
Klaus was supposedly dead. Should have known that the bastard would live. He was the last person that Tyler ever expected to see. The trapped male quickly figured out that one wrong move would result in his heart being in Klaus' hands. He wouldn't do that because too many people needed him. Now since Klaus was alive, Tyler was bound and determined to live just to spite him. Tyler fought through the cascade of emotions as Klaus was barking orders at him. Tyler's fangs clinched as he emitted an angry growl at being caught in a trap.
Tyler watched helplessly as Klaus found his cellphone. It was set to speech to text so it was pretty obvious that Klaus was going to keep his hand in Tyler's chest. "You want me….to find your siblings…?" He had them in his contact list. He knew Klaus was adept enough to quickly discover that the Originals had their own listing in his phone. Damn modern technology.
Klaus held up the phone. Tyler glared at the monster who changed his life. He had no choice. He had to comply. Just next time, he knew not to be caught off guard again. He spoke directly to his phone. "Hey guys. Where…are..you?" Tyler's threshold for pain was being breached and it echoed on his face. Fine bristles of fur were starting to erupt on his flesh. "I'll just …come to you." He spoke. Hopefully the speech to text was working properly so the message wouldn't be too garbled.
Tyler's fingers started to turn wolf like. His anger and the pain was making his baser instincts kick in at the wrong time. "KLLLLAUS!" He growled as a warning to the Original Hybrid. His patience was running thin. The animal inside wanted vengeance. Tyler was still largely paralyzed because Klaus still held his heart in his hand. The bloodstains on his shirt were spreading the longer Klaus had his hand inside his chest. Something had to give. "LET ME GO!"
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11/16/2022 02:28 PM
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Girl Interrupted; post 3
attn: Mason, Bonnie and Josie After waiting outside his uncle's office door, Tyler realized Mason was either ignoring him or just not in his office. He felt like an idiot just standing there. Where was his Uncle anyway? Mason was not one to ignore him. His father ignored him and used him as a tool all throughout his life. Tyler shrugged his shoulders and continued on his path. Mason would eventually come looking for him. He'd irritated the head nurse plenty of times for her to have a proper and frequent path to Mason's office.
He was standing outside the utility closet where his voluptuous ginger was waiting. He reached for the knob but stopped. He could enter the closet and continue on his journey to heaven, but he stopped. Something held him back. Normally he'd shrug everything off and indulge his carnal nature, but something was stopping him. He could've just ignored his attack of consciousness and just did whatever the hell he wanted. This was just something he didn't like. It felt like a lousy case of indigestion. This was Mason's influence on him and he hated it. He started grumbling as he released the knob and turned around.
Tyler followed the hallway back to the main nurse's station. He was practically stomping like a child pitching a fit the entire time. He pulled a chart off the shelf and started looking at it. His brow was furrowed and his jaw clenched. It was the responsible thing to do, but he hated it. He was thumbing through the chart muttering to himself. "Where is this patient now? Josette Laughlin?" He asked the nurse on duty.
"She's in group right now, Dr. Lockwood." This nurse was an older female with white hair and a pair of red framed glasses on her nose. She handed him the list of the patients in the group session led by Dr. Bonnie Bennett.
Tyler started to look through the list, but stopped for the moment. The name Bennett meant something to him. He arched an eyebrow as he tried to remember the name. It was nothing but a haze clouding his mind. He didn't like not knowing something as trivial as a girl's name and why he couldn't place her. No matter how hard he pushed, that path to the name Bonnie Bennett was clouded. This absolutely infuriated him. The nurse on duty could have sworn he had just growled like a dog. "Thanks. I'll be around if I'm needed." He knew that statement was one of responsible actions. He shook his head before beginning his little investigation. Tyler left the records at the desk to head toward this group therapy session that was happening. Tonight, he was going to break out Mason's oldest bottle of Scotch and drink every last drop.
As Tyler arrived, the door to the group room had opened. There were several patients leaving. Most were heading back toward their rooms supervised by various orderlies. He stepped aside to allow the hallway to clear. It also gave him the chance to blend in with the crowd. He was trying not to be noticed but failing. Tyler slipped past them toward the door. He could overhear Dr. Bennett speaking to whom he assumed was Josette Laughlin. He pressed his back to the wall for a moment before finally getting closer to the open door and peering inside.
With a clear vision of both of them, his chocolate hues narrowed. They seemed unremarkable to him. They were just any doctor and patient to his best recollection, yet that eerie feeling of deja vu wouldn't leave him be. This was nonsense, right?
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11/12/2022 06:38 PM
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Fear Everything
attn: Enzo, Landon / mention: Klaus, Caroline, Jeremy They were a motley crew alright, but with the current state of affairs, it couldn't be helped. Tyler Lockwood never imagined that Klaus Mikaelson of all people would sit in this position of authority over so many. Being driven to the Crescent Lands for Sanctuary was a risk to others around him, but he had to take that risk. He couldn’t sit around and let Klaus get close to his Uncle Mason. For the first time in his life, Tyler actually did something to protect the most important people in his life. Mason was the only one that actually gave a damn about him when he was a kid. Klaus wouldn't lay a finger on him if he could help it.
Stepping out of the old beat up truck, the werewolf wrinkled his nose. Varying smells assaulted his senses. Disregarding the smell of ash and death from his companions, Tyler turned his gaze toward the others in the Quarter. He was safe for the moment as he determined that most around them were mere humans. That could buy them some time and help keep them from being noticed, or at least he hoped so. There were those hidden amongst various members of the supernatural community who knew who he was and would gladly expose him to curry favor with Klaus. He stood less chance of being spotted amongst the humans though. He had to admit that.
Tyler knew stepping out like this would irritate The Armory. He didn't honestly care. He had worked with Enzo and Jeremy more than once. Gilbert was his partner, so to speak, when hunting vamps and other monsters before the world went to hell. Now that EVERYONE knew that vampires, werewolves and such were real all bets were off. Did humans have any ideas who he was and his connection to Klaus and Caroline? It was likely not. If he could maybe find his Uncle then his remaining caution could be more alleviated. Tyler was not known to be cautious in the past, but it was strange what being an adult did for a trust fund baby like the Lockwood heir.
Tyler took a seat in one of the tables of the outdoor cafes that were off the main drag. He kept his back toward the buildings and his attention focused around him on the massive throngs of people. He had learned this little technique from Gilbert about how to watch a crowd. It seemed like his former rival for Vicky Donovan's attention was actually good for something in his life.
With the approach of the setting sun, Tyler anticipated the arrival of supernatural creatures at any minute. He flashed a handsome grin when a beautiful blonde came up to take their order for the cafe. "I'll take a cheeseburger and a beer." The werewolf was turning on the charm so thick that it was almost palpable. She turned to his companions to inquire about their orders. Tyler winked at her. He was prepared to pay for anything the others wanted.
In anticipation of being exposed like this, Tyler started to assess their chance should something transpire. Tyler already knew he could hold his own given the situation. Enzo had been in a few scrapes in his life. He wasn't a concern to the wolf. The boy Landon was not known by Tyler. He hoped that the boy wouldn't be a liability. He'd watch the kid to make sure he didn't get in trouble.
Tyler noticed that there was a couple; a man and woman, that seemed to be watching them a little too closely. Tyler motioned toward them with his head. While wolves had a powerful sense of smell, vampires had superior hearing. His instinct was that they were being watched. His muscles rippled. He didn't relish being in a fight so quickly upon their arrival in the Quarter. Then again, Klaus Mikaelson spoke loudly. Bounty hunters were not just relegated to monsters. Humans could be pretty low when it came to this profession too.
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08/24/2022 10:46 PM
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Halloween
attn: Damon, Enzo, Bonnie, Elena / mention: Caroline His inner werewolf was snarling at being around so many vampires. “There will be plenty of time to pick on Damon and Tyler, just because they both make it so easy.” Bonnie's two cents were always that…two cents. Tyler kept his cool however like he always did. Knowing his infamous Lockwood temper, he knew it wouldn't last long.
Bonnie and her dog jokes were something he expected most of the time. Those didn't really phase him all that much. What annoyed him more was the fact two of the girls he went to school with were involved with vampires. Honestly Tyler had no room to pass judgment. His first real love was the missing member of this group, Caroline Forbes, who just so happened to be a vampire. He muttered something under his breath and stumbled forward a bit.
His Zorro costume was pretty epic, or so he thought. He wrapped the cloak around himself and moved forward into the haunted house. He let his old school pals deal with their vampire boy toys. He stayed in their line of sight, but put a little distance between them. Being a wolf was something that none of them could understand. Sure, he knew some of what vampires went through because of Klaus and his obsession with creation of a hybrid army. Not one of his better moments, that was for sure. It wasn't his fault Klaus snapped his neck, but that stupid sire bond cost him everything.
Tyler stopped for just a moment. Something had happened to Damon. Tyler honestly didn't care. The whole haunted house aesthetic was cheesy as hell, but it was something that appealed to those poor fools who didn't know monsters were real.
The others were speaking behind him. He could hear them. He had accentuated hearing as a wolf. In a manner of speaking, Tyler looked like a dog sitting in place with ears raised and the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. He could feel the change starting to happen like it did every month before he gained control over it. His eyes flashed golden and his fangs were starting to erupt.
"No…" He growled low, not sure if anyone could hear him. He was able to keep himself from fully transforming but something was trying to push him over the edge. There was something here in the air that pricked at him. Wolves were not created by witch magic. He knew this. He shouldn't be affected by anything magical that was happening to him. Something WAS happening and he had no idea what. He buried his head in his hands for just a moment. His digits covering his face were starting to get covered in the same dark fur that he had in full wolf form. He was also gaining his canine claws. It was taking the sum total of all his strength and mental training to stop from wolfing out completely against his will.
To the casual observer, it would look as though he was just getting into the spirit of the holiday. Those who knew who and what he was could tell something was very wrong with the young man that had been called Lockwolf one too many times by the elder Salvatore. His control was slipping more between wolf and human. Some outside force was pushing him harder. He was able to keep it under control for now, but that wasn't going to last long. Tyler was fighting a losing battle. If he didn't get help fast, he was going to wolf out completely and rip Damon's throat out with not so much as a whimper.
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