Country: United States
June 05, 2020
06/17/2020 02:55 AM
The Hunt is ON 003
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.
06/16/2020 12:33 AM
Hungry Like the Wolf
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.
06/15/2020 01:45 AM
The Hunt is On
Tyler returned to the Armory with a scowl on his face and covered in blood. His eyes flashed golden when he passed through the security checkpoints to get into the Armory. No one dared talk to him. He looked as though he was minutes away from going full on werewolf and tear apart the next person who said anything to him. No one bothered to tell him that his right arm was so saturated in blood it was leaving a trail as he walked.
He made his way to Alex’s office still looking like hell and smelling like it too. Tyler didn’t bother to knock. He pulled the medallion out of his pocket and tossed it on her desk. “You’re welcome.” The words came out of his mouth in a snarl. He was still on edge because of what the rogue Armory Agent had told him.
Alex quirked a brow upward noticing that the resident werewolf was in a foul mood. She was thankful for the wolfsbane that she kept in the locket around her neck. “Tyler, I have another job for you.” She spoke to him carefully and with a level voice. “We’ve got a new recruit thanks to your friend Matt.”
Tyler could smell the fear from the woman who was his boss for all intents and purposes. “Oh yeah? Who did Matt manage to drag into this sorry a.ss place anyway?” He was snippy and for good reason. He kept thinking about Alex keeping secrets from him. He could tell when someone was afraid of him. Being a werewolf did have it’s advantages after all.
“Tyler, really? We’re here to be the keepers of the supernatural balance. You know that. We can’t let things like this medallion get into the wrong hands.” She pulled out a handkerchief an held the medallion that Tyler had brought her. It was covered in the blood of the man that the young werewolf had killed only hours before. “You have to believe that.”
Lockwood started bouncing around on the balls of his feet. His hands moved back and forth. He looked like a wolf deciding if and when he wanted to attack some poor helpless rabbit. “I don’t have to believe anything Alex. There’s just not a helluva lot out there that I can do other than being your pet werewolf. You may have Donovan believe in your righteous and glorious mission, but I don’t really buy it or anything you have to sell me anymore.”
Her heart rate did quicken because of Tyler’s anxiety. She did however have confidence in her backup plans should Tyler get a little out of hand. “Not even if I told you that Lorenzo St. John is our newest recruit.” She was hoping to pique his curiosity.
Tyler’s brows darkened. “Enzo. Damon’s drinking buddy Enzo. The one who tried to kill Sarah Nelson, Enzo…” Tyler didn’t quite believe what he was hearing. He knew that Matt had no love for Enzo and the two were like oil and water. Hell Tyler and Matt were like oil and water most of the time. The last human of Mystic Falls was the pal of a werewolf who used to bang his vampire girlfriend. Now neither one of them had that vampire girlfriend any longer.
“Yes, one in the same. Why do you find that so hard to believe?” Alex asked not really expecting too much of an answer. She had other things on her mind that was keeping her occupied for the most part. She also needed to find out what the rogue Armory Agent could have possibly told Tyler to get him so riled up like this. Tyler didn’t need to know just yet that he was a direct descendant of the original hound of hell Cerberus. That was why she needed to keep him as close as possible.
“Somehow I just don’t think Matt had the purest intentions behind it. He hates the guy.” Tyler’s nostrils flared as he drank in a calming breath. He still paid no attention to the fact he was covered in blood. “What do you want me to do with him?”
That’s the spirit. She thought to herself. “First off, you need a shower. Then you can meet up with him in the library. I have a job that requires a werewolf and a vampire to work together. It’s not going to be easy, but I have a feeling the two of you could handle it.”
Tyler shrugged his shoulders. He reached behind his own head and scratched the back in thought. “Yeah, I guess so.” He took a moment to lower his hand, knowing that he’d just gotten some pieces of human internal organs in the back of his head. He turned from her and faced the door. He took one step toward it, but then turned back around. “Why was it so easy for Klaus Mikaelson to turn me into a hybrid?” He asked point blank.
She leaned forward in her chair touching her fingertips. “It was the Lockwood bloodline Tyler. Your ancestors have been wolves for a very long time. Your bloodline predates the Originals.”
Tyler’s eyebrows raised. “Well then.” He turned back toward the door and headed out of it temporarily sated in his quest for knowledge. If Enzo was in the library, maybe there was something there that he could take advantage of while he was there.
After Tyler left, Alex pulled out her computer console. She stuffed all reference to the Apisi bloodline into Secret Files that only she could access.
Thirty minutes later, a freshly showered Tyler Lockwood made his way into the library that Alex told her Enzo was waiting. He wound his way into the various rows of books that bored him by just being there. “You done yet with all this nerd stuff? I heard that you Brits were boring as s/hit but come on.” Tyler’s sly smirk crossed his lips. His dark brown eyes were completely normal as he scanned the vampire. “So Donovan drug your a/ss here too? Sorry man.” He could make some stupid comment about humans, but why bother? It was going to already be interesting to see what sort of task was best suited to a vampire and a werewolf on behalf of the Armory. He extended his hand to Enzo waiting to see if the Brit would take it.
06/13/2020 02:15 AM
For Elena/Closest to Heaven
Standing on the Earth again felt bizarre to him for some reason. He’d been back to Mystic Falls to watch as his friends had rebuilt the town after the failed attempt by Katherine Pierce to destroy it. Once everything seemed to be in order, he turned and walked off into the nether. After all, he was dead right? Damon had seen fit to kill him on the whim of a Siren right even though the two had become somewhat less enemies after all this time. Damon had only killed his Uncle Mason. It wasn’t like he was Klaus and killed Tyler’s own mother. Bitterness still lingered as he moved in to cross into peace.
The way to find peace had been blocked. He tried to step forward, but something kept him from going toward the light. “HEY! What gives? I’m dead right? Can’t a guy go off into the great beyond after all this crap?” He tossed his hands up and back down to his sides as he kept trying to move forward.
“It’s not going to work.” A deep voice came from off to his right. Tyler whipped his head in the direction of that voice. The man that was standing there was way taller than he was. Tyler put him at nearly seven feet tall. “Peace is not an option for you Tyler Lockwood.” The man had a head full of dark hair just like Tyler’s own and a full beard. His rich brown eyes flashed gold the instant that he’d made contact with Tyler’s. “You’re coming with me.”
There was something about the guy that had been vaguely familiar. He looked a lot like both Mason and Tyler themselves. It was something that he couldn’t ignore. The young werewolf who was trying to find peace held up his hands. “Not a chance big man. Until I know what’s going on, I’m not going anywhere.”
The man laughed deeply while looking at him. “Oh Tyler. This is why you’re not done yet. You still have so much to do and I’m going to give you the key to do it. All you have to do is believe me.” He inhaled sharply and exhaled almost like a dog did when it was getting bored with what was happening around him. “Just come with me and you’ll get all the answers you need, okay?”
He couldn’t explain why he trusted the man, but he did. Tyler nodded slowly and started to follow this man. What could it hurt right? He was already dead. What more could they do to him? He’d been in a holding place when all hell literally broke loose with the ringing of the Founder’s Day Bell. Then before he knew it, he was wandering around Mystic Falls watching his friends carry on without him. He was going to miss Matt and Jeremy, but he shrugged and moved on to what he’d thought was a chance at peace for him.
The path ahead that this man took Tyler was like the deepest forest overgrowth like when they were all kids and played together in the forest behind the Old Lockwood Estate. It really was a shame that he was the last Lockwood. That was the end of the line for his family. It was a dog’s life or well, maybe not. There was a door just ahead that the man opened. “You need to go in there. I’ll be right behind you.”
The smells of brimstone and fire were all around him. The trees that they’d walked through had gradually turned dark and looked as though they were death incarnate. “What is this place?” He muttered to the man. Tyler’s hair stood up on the back of his neck. Every fight or flight instinct he had was beginning to manifest. His muscles were tensed. It was like his primal wolf side was coming out rapidly to protect him. Tyler turned around to see the man who had brought him here, but the man was gone. His own eyes turned golden as he let his wolf instincts kick in once more. He started to run.
The door that was opened emitted a dark whirlwind that overcame Tyler. He tried to run from it’s grasp to no avail. His fangs were extended and he desperately clawed at the ground as he fell. He was pulled in even as the young werewolf kept fighting as hard as he could. Once Tyler was inside, the door shut with a loud thud with no hope of it opening again.
Tyler found himself pulled into a dark room with only a solitary light upon him. “Tyler Lockwood. You are of a rare blood line.” This time the man’s voice was quite different from the man that had brought him here. He sounded a bit proper in comparison to what he’d heard from the other man. “This bloodline is why you are here.”
The young man finally found his ability to stand to his two feet once more with all his canine features returning to more human ones. He was here now, but where was here? “That’s just great. Now how about seeing fit to let this all go so I can go off into bliss or whatever it is you do when you’re dead.” He brushed off his clothes trying to hold back the look of annoyance on his face.
The man simply laughed. A light shone upon him as he sat on this throne that resembled about a dozen giant skeletons. “Oh if it were only that simple.” The man smiled at him as he awaited for his beloved friend to join him.
Sensing the signal that he was given, the huff of the beast’s nostrils filled the air. Soft pads and nails struck the ground as he walked. Tyler watched closer. It was the biggest dog, wolf or whatever he’d ever seen. Looking closer, he realized that the four legged beast had three heads that were all looking gentle in terms of sitting at his master’s feet. “That… that’s Cerberus. And you…” He pointed at the man on the throne. “Oh shiiittt…. You’re Hades.”
Amused, Hades nodded in response to the young man’s observation. “Quite astute Mr. Lockwood. Now you see the reason why you’re here is because a petition was presented to me by Cerberus on your behalf. He had bargained for your return to the land of the living.” Hades stroked behind the ears of one of the infamous hellhound’s three heads.
Tyler began to laugh. “Cerberus wanted me back to life? Seriously? Me?” He pointed to the hound and then back to Hades. “You’re joking right?”
“On the contrary, Mr. Lockwood. Over the years, I have allowed Cerberus to take human form. He’s gone out and about to frolic shall we say with mortal females. Those frolics with women have resulted in quite a few little happy accidents along the way.” Hades was grinning as he watched the whole thing start to make sense in Tyler’s mind. “The light of recognition is quite splendid. You do have the same look he does when he gets does finally understand what’s been told him.” He smirked back at the young man who was Cerberus very own direct descendant.
“So I’m descended from Cerberus.” Tyler mused aloud. That he found particularly amusing for some reason but he believed it completely. It did make things abundantly more clear in all his life as he came rushing back to him. “So.. Why am I hear again?”
“The werewolf bloodline known as Apisi are all descendants of Cerberus. There have been some who have not activated the curse living their lives as mortals and dying as mortals do. Others of your ancestors were quite magnificent werewolves in their time, much like your Uncle Mason was.” One head of Cerberus was fast asleep. One was enjoying the pets from Hades while the other locked eyes with Tyler.
“But I’m different.” Tyler finished with this assumption pointing at himself in the process.
Hades nodded at Tyler. “Indeed you are. Cerberus petitioned me to have you returned to life because you are the last of his blood line. Yes, he could go out again and make more children, but he’s has no desire to do that. The times are different you understand. And why should he do that, when you can do that just fine.”
This was almost too much to comprehend for him. “What’s the catch? I got to go back and make more babies or something?” He asked in a half teasing manner.
“On the contrary.” Hades extended his hand toward Tyler. A black tendril of energy wrapped around him. As Hades spoke, he could feel his body changing. Tyler’s eyes went golden again with a hint of blood red behind them. His nostrils were flared as he tried to drink in breaths in a rapid pace. “You’re a Hellhound Prince now Tyler, my boy. When the time is right, you will know what to do.”
Tyler’s body contorted with the agony of what change was occurring in his physical being. He could hear a heartbeat once more. He could feel his blood pumping through his body. He felt actual air filling his lungs again. The darkness soon overwhelmed him removing all his field of vision.
The world began to form around him once more. The tendrils of dark magic from one of the Olympian Gods had began to dissipate. Exhaustion overcame him. The world was spinning all around him. Finally it was just too much for him. Tyler Lockwood was alive once more. He collapsed onto a field of luscious green grass. The name on the mailbox next to where he collapsed was in big bold black letters. SALVATORE
06/08/2020 04:42 PM
The Hunt is on
The footsteps of the man were following a rapid erratic pattern. Eyes were open wide as his head swiveled constantly behind him. Massive rivers of sweat were pouring down his brow flying off wildly in every direction as he ran for his very life. He couldn’t be caught. It would cost him everything if they caught him. He had to try. He couldn’t stop. His heart was thundering in his ears. His face was turning a bright red. Was this how it was going to end?
Soon there were a set of footsteps following him. These footsteps were faster than his own and more furious. It sounded like a gallop. The man in flight had a head of brown hair that was being matted by the perspiration that saturating his face in the middle of his flight. The low growl accompanying those footsteps made his heart beat faster. They had sent the one agent who would actually catch him and rip his heart out without even a second thought. He was a dead man.
The set of footsteps behind him turned into a full on gallop. His pursuer was on all fours now. The man was only minutes from capture and probable death. That wouldn’t stop him. He kept on going until finally the gallop behind him stopped. The man being chased was suddenly tackled to the ground. His pursuer had taken a mighty leap hitting his target perfectly. The force of the blow sent the man flying forward landing upon the concrete just ahead.
The ridges of the concrete repeatedly tore into simple flesh of his facial features while the impact itself had caused a sickening thud as his nose was broken as was his right eye orbital socket. He felt himself being turned around by his attacker. The pain was excruciating. The man barely could make eye contact with his attacker. He was right. They had sent him on this important mission.
Sitting atop this older man’s chest was a young man with brown hair, tanned skin and firey golden eyes. Fangs were bared and his fingertips were half way between a man’s hands and that of a wolf with full claws ready to rip him into shreds at a moment’s notice. “WHERE IS IT?” He demanded. “WHERE. IS. IT?” He repeated slowly as he growled his question. His voice was deep and guttural.
Trembling bloody fingers reached into his front pants pocket fumbling with the item he’d stashed there. He slowly pulled out the object. It was a golden and black onyx medallion that he rose out of his pocket praying silently that it wouldn’t be the last thing he’d ever done. “Here…”
The werewolf atop the bloody mass of flesh that had been a man was a member of a legendary blood line. His name was Tyler Lockwood and he was the last of the Apisi pack. Life for him had been one slice of hell after another. It wasn’t until he joined the Armory and began to fight against the true evil of this world did he finally feel like he actually belonged. Once this man that he’d been assigned to track down by their leader Alexandria St. John had finally given him the artifact that he’d absconded with from the vault, Tyler took his from his hands. He examined it. It looked exactly as Alex had shown him. He climbed up off the man who was broken and bleeding. Tyler’s wolf features reverted back to normal as he pocketed the medallion. He turned away from him and started to walk away.
“Are you going to just leave me here?” The broken voice of the man who was in agony trailed after the werewolf agent of the Armory. “HEY…. LOCKWOOD!” The man’s speech wasn’t exactly clear to him. Tyler could smell the amount of blood that was pouring from every orifice of the man. “I know something about you that Alex is keeping from you…” The man’s lips spluttered blood when he spoke. When Tyler had tackled him, he had cracked a rib. That rib had punctured a lung. Blood was pouring into his chest cavity.
When he mentioned Alex, Tyler stopped. He didn’t turn around. He kept his back to the man. “Alex isn’t keeping secrets from me. Keep your damn mouth shut and just die already.” He didn’t move. Something about the whole thing nagged at Tyler. This had to be a dying man’s last attempt at trying to save his own skin.
“Don’t you wanna know why Klaus Mikaelson could make a hybrid so easily?” The man’s taunt to Tyler was costing him his last moments of air. Pain was ravaging his mind and every breath was a struggle. “You’re a fool if you go back to them Lockwood.”
Tyler’s eyes went gold again and his fangs were bared. He raced back to the dying man grabbing his lapel with a wolf’s paw that faintly resembled that of a man. Tyler pulled the man close to him. “SHUT IT! Just SHUT it! Do you hear me?” That nagging feeling kept pulling at him more now. It was stronger than before.
The man’s face was crimson now. His brown hair was saturated with blood. Lips curled into a smile that gave him the final laugh. “S-Sure Lockwood. T-The doppleganger blood wasn’t w-what turned you. Ask A-Alex…” The man couldn’t speak any further. His facial features were etched with the ultimate horror. His body seized up in the throes of death as he was dropped to the ground by the Lockwood werewolf.
Tyler stood there with his right arm saturated in blood to the elbow. The vulpine fingers of his right hand were clenched around the man’s still beating heart as the spurting blood with its final beats finally ceasing in his hand. He tossed the organ to the ground let it land next to his body. The organ sounded like what a wet rag did when you tossed dropped it to the ground after cleaning your bathroom. Tyler turned from the sight before him with a definite scowl on his face. There were questions. He didn’t like questions. He was going to get some answers.
06/07/2020 07:39 PM
Tyler Lockwood AU
It is well known that by the time vampires were created in 1001 AD that werewolves and witches had been around for centuries. The North Atlantic Pack that had an Alpha named Ansel was well versed in all the old ways that had been around for centuries. Tradition and family are a positive belief and reinforced by centuries of learning from one generation to the next. Witches have their own bonds with the earth and nature that are parallel to the centuries of the bonds of werewolves and their connection to nature itself.
The origins of the werewolf packs and their bloodlines vary. Tyler Lockwood is the last of the Apisi bloodline. When he died, the bloodline ended. Like all legends, there had to be a beginning. With this particular bloodline, it started with the original Hound of Hell, Cerberus. The three headed Hellhound also had a human form he assumed so that the bloodline was continued. Just as his mistress Persephone left hell for a season, Cerberus was also granted this release. He would always return to the Underworld and to Hades without fail. He would keep track of his descendants on his various trips to Earth. One of those descendants he followed closely was Tyler Lockwood.
When Tyler died that last time and he passed through to the Underworld, Cerberus was not pleased. Cerberus implored his master Hades to Grant him this one favor. Tyler was the fastest and the strongest of all his descendants. Now his bloodline no longer existed. Cerberus implored Hades to restore Tyler to the land of the living as a reward for his faithfulness to Hades himself. Hades agreed.
Tyler lives again. He is a werewolf, but he’s also a Hellhound. He is not charged with dragging souls to hell. Tyler is considered much like a Prince of Hell. In the Legacies timeline, he can be seen working with Alaric Saltzman and Jeremy Gilbert often hunting vampires and being a mentor to the werewolves of the Salvatore School.
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