Country: United States
June 05, 2020
10/24/2020 06:12 PM
Features: Earth Angel, Imperfect and Rembrandt.
Loosely based off The Wolfman (1941) staring Lon Chaney Jr.
It had been a rather long train ride from New York City. Young Tyler Lockwood had made his way to the big city from his humble beginnings in a town in the rural South called Mystic Falls. He stepped off the train adjusting his tie and looking out into the group of people here to greet their loved ones who rode in on the train. He found no one to make such greeting for him. He was not surprised really. His father was a remorseless bastard who thought very little of Tyler in all honesty.
He began his walk to hire a carriage to take him to the Lockwood Estate. The word reached him in New York that his Uncle Mason had perished due to some animal attack. It was quite heart wrenching since his uncle had been more of a father to him than his own had been. He was about to step into a carriage when he saw a young woman exit a shop on Main Street. He passed this particular carriage to go speak to the girl. “Excuse me. Could I have a moment of your time?”
When she turned around to make eye contact with him, he felt his heart skip a beat. She was absolutely beautiful. She had eyes the color of the sky and hair that was a rich brown. She was absolutely captivating to him. It was like she was a goddess. “Could I help you Sir?” She asked.
Tyler was captivated by her beauty. “I noticed you came from Mr. Saltzman's store. Are you his newest flower girl?” He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“That I am. My name is Laurel Collins. Could I help you with something?” She asked. It was quite obvious she was quite taken with him as well.
“Yes Miss Collins. I am in town for the funeral of my uncle Mason Lockwood. I’d very much like some flowers for the funeral.” He couldn’t stop smiling even though this was a somber occasion that brought him home.
She realized who he was and her skin turned pale for a moment. “O-Of course Mr. Lockwood. I’ll have it ready for you promptly. I really am very sorry for your loss.” There was something she was holding back from him and he could tell. “Would you like to step inside to make the arrangements?”
“Of course.” He answered with great respect and care. He had noticed a few others on Main Street with a peculiar look in their eyes. Was it something he said?.
Once inside the store, Laurel moved behind the counter to officially write up his order. While she was writing, he started to ask questions. “Do you know what happened to my uncle?” The question was pointed and not really accusatory. He allowed his eyes to wander over the store while occasionally stealing glances at the beautiful woman who seemed deathly afraid of something.
She kept penciling in something on a paper as she spoke. “Nothing more than what is already known. Mr. Lockwood was riding home when he was accosted by vicious animal. Poor man.” She stole fleeting glances at the handsome son of the Mayor of Mystic Falls.
Tyler approached this display finding a gentlemen’s cane that had a very unique carving of a wolf as the head of it. The length of the cane itself was actually white. It was something that stood out for him. He couldn’t leave it there, he needed it. He picked it out of the display of canes and brought it toward her. “I would like to pay for this at same time please. It’s really striking don’t you think?”
She looked as though she’d seen a ghost when she spotted the cane. “Please Mr. Lockwood. Don’t. It’s really not a very good idea.”
“Nonsense. Now how much do I owe you?” He reached into his inside vest pocket and pulled out several golden coins. “This should cover everything including delivery to my father’s home.” He held this cane in his hand and began to walk with it toward the door.
Stepping back outside, Tyler noticed that it was getting dark outside. He decided to forgo the carriage and walk through the woods. It was lovely enough weather for it after all. He passed down Main Street waving to old friends and family before making that turn.
On the edge of the forest was a covered wagon with an intricate design on it. Tyler took a better look at the design. It looked rather ornate. “Stare too long and you might not enjoy the consequences.” The voice that spoke to him was female. She exited the wagon slowly with her auburn locks slipping out of a hood on her head. “I am called Madeleana Morningstar. Beware of what lay a ahead in the woods young Lockwood. Your uncle didn’t head my warning either.”
“What do know about my uncle?” He demanded. The young man was insensed! “Did you kill him?”
“Oh no. It wasn’t me. The beast that inhabits these very same woods ripped your uncle to pieces. It will do the same to you if you let him.” Her grin made his blood run cold. She couldn’t help but look the young man over. “Poor little human boy. Run away while you can!”
Tyler didn’t take too well to idle threats. “If I find out you killed him, I'll be back to kill you myself!” He stormed off into the woods with the witch Madeleana's laughter cackling behind him.
The woods were far more dark and intimidating that Tyler remembered. As he walked, there was a thumping sound that assaulted his senses. His well kept shoes were pounding into the ground getting covered in mud and muck because of the rains the day before.
His footsteps were being mocked. Another faster and stronger set of footsteps were gaining ground on him. Tyler started to pick up the pace. As each foot hit the ground, his heart beat faster. The sweat raced down his forehead and into his eyes blurring his vision. That was when something came out of nowhere and knocked him to the ground.
The monster stood over the prone form of the young Lockwood. Four furry legs with claws had pinned him to the ground. He managed to catch a glimpse of the monster to gain a better look at it even as it was breathing heavily on the back of his neck. It had the form of a giant wolf with fangs that were dripping with blood and saliva. For a brief moment he was wrapped up with fear. This had to have been the monster that killed his uncle! Tyler still had his fingers wrapped around the cane in his hand. He immediately began swinging at the beast with the cane.
The snarling beast snapped at him as he swung the cane. Tyler and the beast were wrestling in a life or death struggle. The beast sunk it’s jaws into Tyler’s shoulder drawing blood. He cried out in utter agony because of the attack. He managed to take the cane made of a white wood and pushed it into the beast's chest. The beast yelped in terror and took off running.
The pain was overwhelming. Tyler could feel his body throbbing in agony. The edges of his mind were in a fog that was rolling in and stealing his conscience from him. The more that he fought to stay awake, the more he lost his battle. Finally the world went black.
Finally his eyes opened slowly. He was back home at the Lockwood Estate in his bedroom. Laurel Collins was in the room with him. She was standing next to a basin of water. “You’re awake! Everyone has been so worried about you!”
He tried to sit up but couldn’t. His body ached and his world was spinning. “What happened?” He moaned.
The witch Madeleana’s voice came from behind Laurel. She was standing in the doorway. “The beast you met in the woods was my brother Niklaus. Now the curse has been passed to you Tyler Lockwood! When the moon is full you were crave blood! You are now and forever will be a Wolf Man! This is your cursed fate!”
10/13/2020 06:52 PM
Never before had Tyler Lockwood enjoyed a cheeseburger so much. Running away from home and away from the girl he loved had taken a lot out of him. He had to do it. Klaus had that sire bond and it was so powerful that Tyler had actually done something he never wanted to do. He’d sooner die than hurt Caroline, but that was exactly what he’d done.
Night was falling. He could feel it. Being a hybrid now, he wasn’t subject to the painful transformation every month any more. He sat there in the bar for just a little longer. Tyler had nowhere to go. He was so uneducated in what to expect or what to do, he was lost.
He watched as other men and women in the bar started to file out. One by one, he had a feeling that those who left were wolves. He remembered how painful the change was. Feeling every bone in your body break repeatedly as your mind reverted to a primitive instinct. Being a wolf was so much more than he’d ever anticipated. He was grateful to be a hybrid but yet instead of being a slave to the moon, Tyler was bound to Klaus Mikaelson. Staying far away from Mystic Falls was the best thing he could do.
An older woman with mostly gray hair and friendly blue eyes approached Tyler. She was obviously someone who worked at the bar from first glance. She was putting chairs up on some of the far tables. On other tables, she was putting plates and mugs into a plastic tub. She noticed that Tyler was still sitting there looking to be lost. She approached him with a smile. “Gonna be closing up in a bit. You new around here?”
There was something vaguely familiar about her but Tyler brushed it off. “Yeah.” He muttered. He piled his plate and mug on top of one another. “Thomas dropped me off here.” He told her.
She adjusted her red spectacles and smiled. “Thomas? Gray curly hair, a bushy mustache and fondness for Bluegrass music?” She leaned against a chair with a twinkle in her eye.
Tyler started to feel his nerves ease. “Yeah. How did--?” He stopped himself. He could see it now. He could even smell it. He actually smiled. He was safe. He knew that now.
“Thomas is my father.” She chuckled loudly. “My name is Lisa. My son Josh is the cook.” She motioned toward the girl that had started picking up the dishes after Lisa had stopped. “That’s my daughter Hannah.”
Tyler felt much happier than he had before. “I’m Tyler.” He told her. Since Tyler knew that Thomas was a werewolf, he quickly surmised that Lisa was too. “Are you…?”
Lisa nodded. “Yeah. Gen X Kid with a fondness for Bacardi when I was a freshman in college. Wrapped my car around a tree. I walked away from it, my best friend didn’t.” She exhaled. “You’re going to need some place to stay. The full moon is going to make it ugly around here soon.”
Tyler took in the story with active attention. He nodded slowly. “I’d really appreciate it if you can help me.” He wasn’t going to change of course, but he still wanted to get out of the line of fire.
“Help us close up the bar tonight and you can stay with me and my kids. I’ll make you work for it.” She joked. If her father spotted this one and brought him to her, he needed help. He had an affinity for lost pups.
Tyler nodded furiously. “Absolutely!” He rolled up his sleeves and immediately got to work. He knew he needed help and he had absolutely no idea what to do next.
It took roughly an hour to get everything closed up properly. Josh came out of the kitchen drying his hands on a towel. Tyler had finished putting the chairs on the tables. Hannah had washed the last dishes. Lisa called them all into the bar. “This is Tyler. He’s gonna stay with us for a few days and help out at the bar.” Lisa told them.
“Papaw find him?” Josh nudged his sister and grinned. The two of them were untriggered and Lisa hoped it would stay that way.
Tyler chuckled. “He did. I needed a friend and he found me.” He looked at the two and was curious. “Are you two…?”
Hannah shook her head. “Nope. Full moon is going to be at it’s apex soon. We need to go.” She punched her brother back and walked toward the front door.
Tyler walked toward Lisa. “Will you change…?” He started to get worried.
She smiled gently. “You have never been in a pack before have you?” The young man was slightly older than Hannah who was her oldest. “My father is a shaman. He knows all the old ways.”
“Dad knows how to break the curse of the moon. I turn only if I want to. It hurt like hell, but it was worth it.” Lisa answered.
Tyler couldn’t believe what he’d heard. “Where is he now?” He started to bounce on the balls of his feet.
“He’s helping someone else tonight. We’ll catch him when he’s done. I promise.” She told the young man. She could see the anxiety and pain in his eyes. He had left behind something that was too hard to talk about. Lisa was smart enough to know that look. It usually involved a girl.
Tyler started to think that this could actually happen. He didn’t know who Thomas was helping tonight. Tyler knew he wanted to be next.
10/03/2020 08:01 PM
Sins of the Father
1x1 with Growlithe; mentions fierce heart
He still couldn’t believe it was real. Tyler Lockwood knew that his younger days he’d been a bit wild in all he did. Wild was actually the wrong word. Tyler was a manwhore. He was the spoiled rich brat only kid of Richard and Carol Lockwood. That was a great pickup line. He was rich. He was good looking. He could have any girl he wanted and he usually did.
Nearly two decades later, one of the consequences of his philandering came back to stare at him right in the face. After he found out all about the Lockwood curse, Tyler began to think more about whether or not he’d have a child. That thought pretty much left his mind again when he started sleeping with Caroline Forbes. Caroline was a vampire. Vampires couldn’t have children. So that was that…
Tyler took and ripped Caroline’s heart to pieces he drove her away and right into Stefan Salvatore’s life. That whole thing just didn’t set well with him even though he was dating Liv Parker the witch. Witches were alive unlike vampires and that meant the thought of passing along the Lockwood genesee hit him again. He and Liv were old enough to prevent such actions from happening despite having a very active sex life.
Now here he was older, wiser and an teacher at this Boarding School run by Alaric and Tyler’s first love Caroline Forbes who had actually gone on to marry the most vile monster that Tyler knew, Klaus Mikaelson. Caroline and Alaric gave Tyler a second chance after coming back to Mystic Falls after everything that he’d been through. Tyler was a teacher at the school for supernatural kids. He was the Phys Ed teacher for the wolves at the school. Wolves were stronger, faster and definitely more moody than the other factions at the school. The werewolves had the constant elevated levels of endorphins to deal with than the other kids. Tyler became Coach Lockwood and the collective big brother to the kids. Oh the werewolves still had their Alpha. Tyler was the closest thing to an elder in the Salvatore Boarding School Pack that these kids were likely to get.
There was still something else that never imagined he’d see. Her name was Nikita Fell. She was a werewolf and enrolled at the school. She had an attitude that reminded him of someone he knew. Watching her interact with the Pack and keep up with the others was something that he recognized all too well. The Lockwood attitude was real and staring him back in the eyes every time he saw the girl in the hallway at the school or in his Phys Ed class. When she told him that he was her father, he knew it. He didn’t doubt it one bit.
2009, Lockwood Estate
Appearance was everything. Richard Lockwood had the image of a perfect family man he projected to the public. Everyone thought of him as a good man with a noble vision of future for the good of Mystic Falls. The things that went on behind the scenes were one of the dirtiest little secrets that would embarrass the almighty Richard Lockwood should it get out.
It was at a fundraiser that his only son, Tyler had made a scene. He’d been keeping company with Kelly Donovan’s daughter as well as sleeping around with the girls of Mystic Falls. He’d been in the corner of the Estate with one of the Fell Girls kissing and doing other *things* that young men were known do when hormones tended to get into overdrive. Tyler didn’t think they’d get caught… but they did. Richard had eyes like a hawk.
He grabbed Tyler by the scruff of the neck and pulled him into the study. Carol helped the girl get dressed and sent her out the back door. An underlying threat from Carol ended up getting to the girl. Tyler never knew what happened after that to her, but what happened to him that day he never forgot. As soon as the door shut behind him, Tyler felt the closed fist of his father strike his jaw. “What in the hell were you thinking Tyler? You’ve embarrassed me for the last time.”
Tyler could feel his jaw getting purple from the force of the blow. “Dad…I wasn’t thinking.” The boy was all of 17 and stuttering. He was just a kid doing what kids were wont to do. Most of the time his parents ignored him. Tyler grew up knowing he had to act a certain way. After a while, he was failing to follow the rules all because he discovered that he liked girls. After all he was just being a Lockwood.
“You have to reign it in, Tyler. Keep it in your pants godamnit!” Richard had a faint gold glitter in his eyes as he raged at his son. “I don’t need any bastards running around here, alright?”
Tyler touched his jaw slightly because his dad hadn’t held back. “Yeah Dad I get it.” Silent fury raged from the young Lockwood. His father was a pile of human waste. Tyler sure as hell wasn’t going to have any kids of his own. This was a huge crock of s/hit.
2030, Salvatore Boarding School
Tyler stood there in the gym waiting for Nikita to join him. He had a basketball in hand and was dribbling it just under the hoop. He’d not had a real chance to talk to her in a while. He really didn’t know what he’d say to her. He knew something had to be said. This big reveal was something he’d never expected in his life, but he was certainly not surprised by it especially since he had a good idea of when she’d been conceived.
The kids had all started to pour out of the locker room and into the gym. They all had other classes to go to which would bring most of them back through the gym. Tyler saluted when the kids mentioned something to him and headed past him. He was taking aim at the basket as he heard the steps of his long lost daughter approach. Taking the shot, he actually missed. Tyler jogged over to the ball catching it on the rebound. “Well this isn’t the first time I had something disastrous happen to me in a gym.” He muttered to himself. When her footsteps stopped, he realized that she heard what he’d said. "That's almost exactly opposite of what I meant.". He tried to save his ass but more than likely he had just dug himself a bigger hole than before.
09/25/2020 01:09 PM
Let it go
features (fierce heart) , Rembrandt, and Earth Angel. Mentions: Hierophant.
Let it go Tyler! Love me more than you hate him! Tyler! If you walk out that door we are through! Do you hear me? He remembered the tears racing down the velvet cheeks of Caroline Forbes on that day so long ago. Tyler Lockwood hated Klaus Mikaelson with the burning passion of ten thousand suns. His life had been destroyed by Klaus by being turned into a Hybrid and made to be his personal lackey. The blood of the Twelve Hybrids was on his hands. Oh Hayley had some guilt in that too, but in the end Klaus was standing there with blood all over him. There was also the fact that Klaus had killed his mother. Klaus was also carrying a torch for his girlfriend. He was supposed to just let this go? That was impossible. Klaus had to pay.
I’m sorry Care. I can’t. Tyler turned from the only girl who really ever mattered to him and walked out of her life for good. He was so overwhelmed by his bitter anger, he could not let it go. Instead it was heavy around his heart like an anchor. That weight ended up leading to one place. Tyler had his a|ss handed to him by Klaus and he’d lost Caroline forever.
Caroline will hate you forever if you hurt me! You can’t touch me, Klaus! The look in Klaus’ eyes told Tyler what he needed to know. Caroline was his weak spot. He stopped when Caroline was concerned. It was something he could use for his advantage. The depth of his hatred still stung him over twenty years later as it all came rushing back in the flood of memories that haunted Tyler Lockwood. The steps of the man were more powerful than that of the boy desperate to destroy the monster that had brought such desolation to his life. He still remembered that look on Klaus’ face when he’d bested Tyler and let him live. Tyler shivered for a moment. It was like Klaus pitied him.
The years had passed and the world changed. After being given a second chance with a beautiful blonde witch named Olivia Parker, Tyler had managed to wind up dead himself. His hatred and his inability to let anything go had cost him the ultimate price.
Liv had seen something in him. Tyler was grateful for the chance to be loved again when he’d hopelessly driven Caroline away from him. Olivia was his second chance. He squandered that second chance when he found himself the victim of a Siren’s spell on someone he’d thought was a friend. Death claimed the angry werewolf pulling him into what was supposed to be blissful eternal slumber.
His strides from the gym in the Salvatore Boarding School took him through the halls of what had once been a second home to him. His werewolf kids all fist bumped him or called out greetings to Coach Lockwood as they passed him in the hall. Rebirth after death had given him something he’d never imagined. It gave him her.
Up ahead was the door to the Mythology classroom of Laurel Collins. The daughter of Aphrodite had been one of the many lives touched by Alaric Saltzman. She was actively employed at the Salvatore School because of Alaric and because of Caroline. That very same Caroline he’d left crying to hunt after Klaus had married him despite everything. And yet the newly minted Mrs. Mikaelson had no ill will toward him, even though no one could fault her if she did. Caroline Mikaelson was always going to be his first real love even if she was magically carrying the child of Klaus Mikaelson. Tyler’s inability to let it go had cost him Caroline. For that he’d always wonder what could have been. He’d even entertained the notion of marrying her and having their own set of twins. That was not where any of this had ended on the journey of this werewolf turned Hellhound.
He stood outside Laurel’s classroom and knocked on the door frame. When she looked up at him, he felt his heart leap with intense emotion. This time, if anything came up between his Demigoddess and him, he was going to remember what Caroline had told him and let it go. Tyler moved up to close the gap between them looping his arms around her waist. “Good afternoon Ms. Collins. Care to join me for a rousing night of football and a terrible drunk hellhound who thinks he’s the next Eminem?”
He loved it when she scrunched her face up like that and laughed at his silliness. “Oh I don’t know Coach Lockwood. Maybe if he’ll go BYE BYE BYE later?” She laughed at him making his heart radiate with joy. Despite the choice of music that made him cringe, he knew that this was truly it. It had been two strikes so far in losing Care and Liv. If he lost Laurel, then what else was there? Tyler pressed his lips to hers as if she’d vanish at any given minute. Laurel Collins was his everything. There was no way he was going to let anything get between them. He truly had let it go.
He looked into her eyes deeply after the kiss broke for that one brief moment. He rose his right hand to gently caress that perfect cheek. He moved in closer again to kiss those perfect petals softly. Despite all he’d been through it had brought him to this point. Nothing was worth losing her over. He’d learned his lesson about letting go.
09/15/2020 02:31 PM
What a Wonderful World
Tyler was staring just a little too long when he was snapped out of it by the touch of her soft flesh on his hand. Her smaller hand in his tightened around his fingers. He felt his skin prickle and a spreading smile across his features. Tyler Lockwood was totally smitten. This gorgeous Demigoddess made him smile like a big dumb goofball. “Let’s go!” Together they walked inside the Mystic Grill.
Tyler felt like he was floating. Some would call it his hyperactive wolf hormones that had him on the search for a new mate. Tyler just called it what it was. It was just him taking advantage of another chance at life. Ever since he’d come back from the dead, Tyler had been doing one thing or another almost constantly. It was to keep him busy and to teach him control over his hellhound form in the long run. He knew Jeremy was supposed to keep an eye on him as per Alaric’s orders.
Honestly he couldn’t blame Alaric for being concerned about him. He was gaining more control over his hellhound form. Still it was a struggle for him. Being around Laurel brought peace to his heart despite the ongoing torment that was his daily battle. Laurel gave Tyler hope that one day he could have peace for once in all his life.
He led her to a booth near the back in the shadow of the pool table. There were a couple of guys shooting pool as the couple moved to a nearby booth. The clacking sounds of the balls hitting one another and walls of the table added to the ambiance of the room. When they had been down in the Bayou, Tyler had made the mistake of giving her wine when she was more of a beer girl. He grinned sitting down in the booth after she did. He already knew what he’d get. Beer was definitely his drink of choice today.
He decided though to turn the topic of conversation toward work as an icebreaker. “So how goes the Mythology classes? So many monsters and epic adventures to talk about. You’ll be able to keep them entranced for a long time. I’ll bet they pay more attention to you than I ever did my old Classics professor in college.” His lips parted in a handsome smile with a slightest hint of his white teeth brushing against his bottom lip.
She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Laurel was brilliant, clever and very spirited. Her beauty was more than her physical appearance. If anything, Tyler thought she played herself down for some reason. He had no idea what it was like growing up as the daughter of the goddess of love. He had his own issues with a skirt-chaser as a dad and an alcoholic mother. He was falling in love with Laurel. He knew that now.
On the edge of town where the ground had cracked, the split was growing. The force of the beast encased within the confines of its prison was soon too much for the earth to contain. Clods of dirt were scattered as the eruption was complete. Aftershocks from the force created by the monster from the blackest pit of hell.
Tiny animals raced in various directions in fear for their lives. Nature’s balance was being interrupted on a colossal scale. Billows of sulfur and brimstone belched into the atmosphere. One clawed hand reached for the edge of the crater created by it’s escape, then the other. The hissing sounds of the seven serpentine heads filled the air.
Finally from the depths of the darkest prison in Tartarus the beast fully ascended to the Earth. Tartarus was part of the inner bowels of Earth that had kept the monsters imprisoned for thousands of years. Beasts of myth that had been captured by the gods and the heroes were kept here to make the world safe for the human race to exist. That prison was now shattered by some unknown reason
The Hydra was free.
Sitting in the booth with Laurel, Tyler realized that something was wrong. All around him, it looked as though the world was on pause. Nothing was moving. Some of the people in the Grill were frozen mid-bite of a french fry while some held a bottle of beer to their lips. Their waitress was on her way to their table with tray of food in hand. A few more glances across the room confirmed his observatiom. Nothing was moving except for him. He turned back toward Laurel.
Tyler felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. This obviously wasn’t normal. His eyes glittered gold and his fangs were starting to protrude from his mouth. “Laurel, something is happening.” His spoken words came out like a growl.
That was when he noticed she was moving like he was. Apparently the humans in town were frozen. Tyler and Laurel not being human were unaffected. He had no idea what was happening and he didn’t like it.
He grabbed the edges of the table between them trying to focus so he wouldn’t turn into his Hellhound form as a primal reaction to what was happening around them. The edges of the table were curving to mold around his hands. The tips of his fingers were taking on the wolf appearance he had seen countless times in the past.
This was about to get ugly.
09/10/2020 06:37 PM
The Birth of a Hellhound
Time passed at a different pace for a werewolf. When in his wolf form in the past, Tyler Lockwood would find that large chunks of time would go by without him even knowing it. Running through the woods in Mystic Falls, chasing down vampires all in the name of The Armory at one time was something he could do for days and not even realize that he’d lost all that time. When he found his target, the bloody battle that had ensued would soon find him back to his naked human form covered in blood from head to toe. He didn’t even care. It all felt natural. He knew he shouldn’t enjoy killing or being in his wolf form like he did but since he’d broken the sire bond to Klaus, changing to into his wolf form didn’t hurt quite as bad. All that came to a screeching halt the day that Damon Salvatore killed him.
The pain of death especially at the hand of someone that you had considered family had been the worst kind of betrayal that could happen. He remembered growling through clenched fangs at Damon telling him that he was a siren’s b’itch. That look in Damon’s eye had not been the vampire he knew and somewhat respected. It was vacant. There was a hint of desperation to it that Tyler just couldn’t understand. It wasn’t until after he was dead that he finally did.
Everything had gone well for the werewolf after death. He’d found peace. His friends that were family all had found their niche in a new world after Katherine’s failed attempt to burn down Mystic Falls. He felt he could finally leave them alone. He was done and ready to leave behind Mystic Falls.
The next thing he knew, he was in a bigger and meaner form of a wolf racing through Mystic Falls. He’d already found a camper on the edge of the forest near the Salvatore Boarding House and the Lockwood Estate. The poor man never knew what hit him. Bared fangs of the monster were dripping with saliva that smelled of brimstone. Tearing into innocent flesh that blood coated his fur. The new beast that Tyler Lockwood had become drug the body out of the tent and left it laying there in a vermilion pool. A dark black shadow came and engulfed his victim. Screams of terror came from the man newly dead as he was drug away to a place of unspeakable evil.
Stepping out from behind an oak tree was a man with slick black hair and even blacker eyes. He was dressed in ebony armor and emanated power. “Good my pet. Allowing you to live has become a beneficial decision to me after all. Now go. I will call you again when I require your assistance.” His hand moved to make contact with the head of the beast that was once Tyler Lockwood petting him as a man would his loyal hunting dog. He disappeared from this realm with a smell of brimstone filling the air.
The animal that Tyler had become, closed his mouth and licked his lips as an obedient dog would do. He started to walk away toward the shadow of the Lockwood Estate. Standing there for just a moment, stray memories of a time long ago when a sixteen year old boy raced through the ground diving into a pool with absolutely no clothes filled his mind. He’d been drunk off his nut with his dad’s favorite bourbon leaving him to do something incredibly stupid.
The dazed animal moved through the forest taking himself to the place where he’d first experienced his transformation as a werewolf all those years ago. It was the old Lockwood Estate cellar. He stood just outside the entrance remembering as Caroline walked with him down there on that first full moon. His heart was yearning for that which he had lost. Caroline was his greatest love and yet he’d lost her to Klaus Mikaelson and then she wound up in the arms of Damon’s brother Stefan. A sad howl left his muzzle as he relived the pain of heartbreak. The animal laid down there in a curl with an air of sadness that showed the hint of the man at the center of the beast. Eyelids closed and sleep over came him.
He woke some time later completely naked once more and staggering through the forest. Bristles of whiskers remained upon his chin and a mustache decorated his top lip. Bare feet took one step after another not knowing where he was going. Animals in the forest were fleeing from the predator that had changed into a man during the blissful slumber that overcame him. He was in a daze. Memories were flooding him at different rates. He could feel the ground under his feet and the air that caressed his body. He knew one thing above all others. He was alive.
"Ty, is it you? Or do I need see Emma to get myself checked into the mental hospital.”
The sound of a man’s voice speaking to him made his head turn in the direction of the man’s voice. He looked familiar. He narrowed his eyes at the man. “Ty?” he asked. He canted his head to the right almost as though he was still a wolf. He was remembering. Flashes of memory flooded his mind in a mad rush that actually hurt him. He bent over grabbing at his head to try and stop the pain. He cried out in absolute agony as he fell to the ground.
Tyler Lockwood was alive, but he had been through a literal hell with no memory of it. He lost consciousness with the flood of memories of his life came back to him in a tidal wave. It was just too much for him to handle.
09/06/2020 05:23 PM
Anger and bitterness had become familiar companions. Tyler Lockwood had much given to him, but much was taken away from him. He fled Mystic Falls despite the pleas and desperate tears down the angelic face of Caroline Forbes. She begged him not to go. She pleaded with him to let his anger with Klaus Mikaelson go. He just couldn’t. Tyler was the only one who could put an end to Klaus Mikaelson once and for all.
The fact that the spoiled Lockwood heir was a werewolf was something that couldn’t be helped. The wolf gene in his blood had been triggered by the insidious machinations of Katherine Pierce. That was something that was no longer here nor there. It was done. What happened next had been something that had been the downturn of everything in his life leading to his current predicament. Klaus had a series of abysmal failures that resulted in dead wolves. He’d been trying to create another being such as himself. He was the only vampire werewolf hybrid. He needed and wanted an army. He couldn’t have an army until he got his first Soldier. That first Soldier was Tyler Lockwood.
Klaus’ hands around his throat were like a vise. Tyler was strong as a werewolf, but Klaus was stronger. Klaus had bit a hunk of his own flesh allowing his blood to flow free. The blood was forced into Tyler’s mouth in front of his own terrified friends. He felt so helpless as he was nothing but a pawn yet again. The young Lockwood was the latest in a millennia littered with broken and bloody corpses all with one thing in common. Klaus Mikaelson used all his strength to break the neck of the young werewolf. Klaus finally had his formula. Klaus fed the doppleganger's blood to Tyler and finally a hybrid other than Klaus Mikaelson himself existed.
The Original Hybrid demanded loyalty. That loyalty came with a price. That price drove a wedge between Tyler and his gorgeous girlfriend Caroline. Klaus had his own obsession with her which also ate at his soul. Tyler was insanely jealous. He felt he couldn’t truly be happy with Caroline until Klaus was gone. They tried to tell him that he’d die if Klaus did, but once his sire bond had been broken he didn’t care anymore.
He had followed Klaus to New Orleans to discover that the bastard who had a thing for Caroline had screwed the traitorous wolf bitch Hayley and now she was knocked up. The world couldn’t be safe and happy as long as Klaus had the ability to procreate. What hurt even more was that Hayley who was supposed to be Tyler’s friend had screwed Klaus in the first place. Twelve dead Hybrids demanded revenge. Caroline’s image of Klaus would be shattered too if she found out he’d screwed Hayley. There was no choice. Even with the hurt on Caroline’s face, he had to do it.
The battle rocked the Bayou. The two Hybrids going at it in deadly combat sent several native residents both with four feet and two feet racing from the scene. Klaus with his calm demeanor and measured anger had gained an upper hand on Tyler. Now he was here. Where was here? The sounds of desiccating vampires was the first thing he’d noticed when he regained consciousness. This was hell for vampires. Damn Klaus and his minions.. He was slowly suffering in abysmal depravity at the order of The Original Hybrid. Would Caroline come looking for him? What would Klaus even tell her?
Occasionally footsteps would wind their way through the halls of this prison. He had abandoned hope that anyone would know he was here let alone come looking for him until he heard her voice. It was soft and curious. He almost thought it was Caroline, but it wasn’t. He could feel the blood in his body being reinvigorated. He was gaining strength. He had no idea how long he’d been here. His lips started to move. He was trying to tell his story.
When no words came out, he could have sworn he heard words in Latin being spoken. Was it Bonnie?. He was gaining strength. Words were becoming more definitive in his brain as his body was lacking in the blood he needed so desperately.
Why did you try to kill Klaus?
The words registered in his mind now. Warm hues once full of mischief and life were opened and attempting to focus on the image in front of him. It was a young girl who was obviously a witch. “He …took…everything from me.” Tyler was surprised he could even get that much out of dry lips desperate to be quenched with the life-giving fluid that was now his curse.
Had she heard him? Tyler managed to repeat his message once more. “He … took … everything.” Tyler was upset with himself for failing so miserably. Now he was stuck in this hell not knowing if his young witch was friend or foe. Right now, he felt like death would be a welcome end. There was a spark within him that would not give up, nor could it. Klaus Mikaelson could not be allowed to have his Hybrid Army. He would have a child that he could use as his source now. Tyler and everyone he held dear were now expendable.
A sneer across his dark features would signify to the girl that there was still fight left in Tyler Lockwood. He would not go quietly.
08/23/2020 06:11 PM
Search and Rescue
1x1 for Fear the Ripper feat. Earth Angel
The word came to Tyler Lockwood in the form of a text message. He had just finished up his time running the wolves through their paces on the obstacle course. He felt a vibration from his jacket pocket that he knew was from his cell phone. It was a message from Alaric.
Got a problem Ty. I need your help. Come to my office.
Tyler swiped the screen and slid the phone into his pocket. Problems usually meant danger and danger meant that he was going to have to go hellhound to pull in whatever wayward kid had gone astray. The only son of Richard and Carol Lockwood headed back into the school using the back halls that lead out of the gym. He poked his head inside the classroom of his girlfriend Laurel Collins as she was getting ready for her free period. He slid into the room and up to his girlfriend for a quick kiss. “I’m sorry to do this babe, but Alaric needs me for something. Don’t know how long I’m going to be. Raincheck for dinner?”
She smiled at him with that expression that turned him into a total and complete puppy. “Of course. I understand. I hope everything is okay?” Laurel was always one who cared as deeply for the kids as Alaric did and even Tyler himself had. Both Laurel and Tyler were supernaturals who had different ways of growing up. Laurel knew who she was from an early age. Tyler had no idea he was a werewolf until he was a senior in high school. He still had a lot to learn. “You need any help?” she asked.
“The wolves just finished the obstacle course. Just peek in and make sure they don’t kill themselves because I ran them all too hard.” Tyler chuckled. He kissed her again. “Thanks babe. You’re great. I love you.” He slipped out of her hands and back into the hall heading toward the Headmaster’s Office.
Alaric was pacing back and forth. The word wasn’t good. He couldn’t risk leaving the school right now. He had to get Tyler to do it as he was one of the few strong enough to go after her. Worried glances turned downward toward nothing in particular since the Headmaster was over six feet tall. The knock on the door made him look up at the person darkening his doorway. “Tyler, glad you’re here. Have a seat.”
The Hellhound sat in the nearest chair with an uplifted brow. “Was it something I did?” He asked curiously. “I know I’ve been pushing the wolves pretty hard lately.” The worried look on Alaric’s face didn’t go without notice. That particular vein in his forehead that always popped up made Tyler’s anxiety levels raise.
Alaric shook his head. “No. That’s not it. I had one of the teachers today tell me that one of the witches cut herself in class. It was a combination of vampires and witches together in a class by the way. Most vampires have control over there bloodlust but one particular vampire was in class when this happened. Jade. You remember her from when we sent her to the Prison World?”
Tyler felt his stomach hit the ground. He remembered when they had to track her down with her companions Wendy and Diego. Diego being a werewolf, Tyler had proven invaluable to the capture team. “Yeah, I remember.” He hadn’t even bothered to tell Laurel that he’d helped Alaric send troubled kids to the Prison World. Maybe he’d finally get around to telling her later. “You need me to go after her?” Tyler could feel the brown in his eyes turned golden and then blood red.
“Yeah Ty. I do. I don’t want to send her back to the Prison World. I want to stop her from hurting someone. She’d been doing so well too. Just bring her back Ty. Don’t let her kill anyone.” Alaric really was trying to make amends especially since Jade had helped them all get back from the Prison World when Kai had escaped. “Please.”
He owed Alaric more than he’d ever be able to repay. “I’m on it Ric.” Tyler stood up and started toward the door. He was already starting to shut everyone out around him as he focused on the task at hand. He finally pushed his way through the front door and ran out into the woods surrounding the school. He’d been able to change now without much of an effort. He could feel his body contorting to take on the shape of a Hellhound the further he raced away from the door. Human footsteps quickly turned into lupine gallop.
The jogger with the nick on his face from shaving was approaching Jade’s position. He had his earbuds in and focusing on the road ahead of him in the middle of all these woods. He had no idea that death was awaiting him with each step he took. He couldn’t hear anything but the sound of his footsteps on the pavement and his breath leaving in pants from his lungs. A car passed him by kicking up a stray pebble that struck his leg. A small cut appeared on his leg where the pebble had struck after being sent at a high rate of speed. He stopped for a moment to bend down and check the blood that was trailing down his leg.
Before Jade could reach the road to where the jogger was checking on his medical condition, the dark form of the Hellhound known as Tyler Lockwood stood between her and the asphalt. She would know that was Tyler because she’d seen this form before. He stood there for a moment with his fangs bared in a warning growl trying to get her to back away. He’d been able to smell the blood frenzy she was in as a ripper. Every vampire knew that the venom of a wolf would hurt them, so the threat was very real. It was her move as to what she did next.
08/10/2020 11:24 PM
Desire – August Les Mis Drabble
The steady gallop of the wolf's four paws upon the ground blended in with the harmonic dissonance of nature. He was larger than your average wolf. He was different. The wolf slowed his gallop and began a casual stride. Black nose twitching in the air, he caught a familiar scent.
It was here. Ears stood erect on the back of the animal's head. The large wolf with the richest brown fur was not just an average wolf on the hunt. He was so much more. Catching the scent firmly, he immediately started off again in a full gallop. In an instant, he was gone again.
This was Mystic Falls, Virginia. These magical woods had seen far more than nature intended. The home of creatures that were in the direct lineage of the gods as well as the birth of the abomination to nature that became a blight upon the earth all took place hidden among the flowers and trees. Side by side the ancient werewolf and the vampire began their blood feud all because of one man’s zealous desire to defy the natural order of life and death.
Desire is one of the most powerful driving emotions of a werewolf. Your senses are heightened. Your emotions are always at the peak. You are driven to the point of near madness all because you are tied to nature in a bond no ordinary mind could comprehend. This is the world of Tyler Lockwood.
In werewolf form, Tyler was larger than a regular wolf. After two decades of being a werewolf, he still was learning more about who and what he could do. Jackson Kenner was a great teacher and Alpha, still Tyler had to discover things on his own. Jackson said experience was the best teacher and Tyler knew he was right. Tonight, desire drove him. Desire made him focus. He rose his muzzle to the sky and began to howl.
Creatures in the forest of Mystic Falls knew the sound. The werewolves of the Apisi bloodline had made their homes here for several hundred years. They had been a part of the North Atlantic Pack at one time, but no longer. Tyler had no real inkling the history of his bloodline or their place within the North Atlantic Pack. He’d done some digging on his own and found an Apisi Wolf as part of the pack who’s Alpha had been Ansel, the bio father of Klaus Mikaelson. But the line nearly vanished from all he could discover. Knowing how he was as well as his father and uncle, it was likely because of a woman. The werewolf known as Tyler Lockwood ceased his howl and began galloping in the direction that the scent took him.
There was nothing like the feeling of running free and uninhibited. All those years of angst and lonely moments trying to fill a nameless void made sense now. The drive, the desire to become more than what he was kept Tyler running as a teenager into the night in the Lockwood Estate where Sarah was accidentally killed because she’s been compelled by Katherine Pierce to provoke him to wrath. The curse was activated and the last Apisi wolf was born. He continued his gallop as the memories flooded back. The look of Caroline Forbes at him when he felt the curse activate was something he would never forget. It was ingrained in his memory. One could even say the newborn wolf imprinted on the blonde vampire that night. Tyler did love Caroline and he always would.
Second chances rarely came and second chances did come for Tyler. After the Travelers had eliminated witch magic from a small area of Mystic Falls and he along with several others had survived a massive slaughter, Tyler returned to life as an untriggered werewolf and certainly not one of Klaus’ hybrids. The accident at the Corn Maze had nearly retriggered his wolf curse. Another woman in his life, Olivia Parker took it upon herself to put the poor suffering young man out of his misery. Unfortunately nature takes back what belongs to her and laying with a huge piece of glass in his stomach, Olivia insisted that Tyler activate his curse to save his life. He didn’t want to do it, but Olivia loved him that much. It was the hardest thing he had ever done. The light faded from her eyes and his heart was crushed. Tyler Lockwood was a wolf again.
Tyler would eventually taste death himself when Damon Salvatore under the sway of a siren would snuff out his life. Again, fate had other plans for him. As he assumed he was going to find peace, the gods had other plans. The very Original Hellhound Cerberus intervened in his afterlife and revived Tyler once more to the land of the living. This time he was more than a wolf, he was a fully activated hellhound. Descendant of Cerberus and his direct line, Tyler was more powerful than when he’d been a hybrid. His changes were without control at first, but he worked hard and fought for the slowly increasing control over who and what he was. The Hellhound was racing through the forest making his way toward a particular subdivision in Mystic Falls. It was where he could find her.
Tyler had been given a third chance at love. Her name was Laurel Collins. The Hellhound stepped from the forest. Desire drove him here. Desire to see her protected and safe unlike what had happened with Caroline and Olivia brought him here. Only a week before had he stood in her living room with his arms wrapped around her kissing her deeply for the first time. He lost Caroline due to his own unchecked aggressive need for revenge. He lost Olivia because of reckless abandon and second chances wasted. His love for Laurel made him a better man. His desire was more than just to love her, he wanted to treat her with the full knowledge of how he’d failed before and how he’d never do it again. The Hellhound stood there for a moment until all the lights in her apartment were off. Slowly he turned and raced back into the woods. It was all going to be different this time. He would make sure of it.
08/06/2020 06:08 PM
Big Man on Campus
Mystic Falls High
Life truly s/ucked. Tyler Lockwood had just turned 16 a month prior. Most 16 year olds would be overly excited when their parents would buy them a brand new car for their birthday. The only child of Richard and Carol Lockwood wasn’t impressed. He was never impressed. He always got everything he wanted and so much more. The whole thing bored him to tears. He never had to do without when it came to physical needs. He always had food on his plate and a huge mansion to be a roof over his head. He often got lectures from his dad about the image that the Lockwood Family had to maintain. Their position as one of the Founding Families of Mystic Falls was drilled into his head from an early age. He had to always mind the family image. His dad was the mayor and everything he did reflected back on his parents.
The Gilberts were a close family and they didn’t have all the money in the world. They didn’t care about image or what society had to say. Doctor and Mrs. Gilbert were always doting on their kids Elena and Jeremy. Tyler never admitted it, but he hated them for it. They had parents who cared about them not to mention they had each other. All Tyler had were maids and the occasional visit from Uncle Mason. Mason Lockwood had been smart. He’d gotten the hell out of Mystic Falls. One of these days, Tyler was going to put this town in his rear view mirror too. Today was not that day.
Books were shoved under his arm as he walked down the halls of Mystic Falls High. He never just walked down the halls of the school. He strutted. He was Tyler Lockwood, star wide receiver for the MFH football team. Everyone wanted to get close to him. Everyone wanted a piece of the action when it came to Tyler. He lost his virginity when he was 14 under the bleachers of the stadium on the football field behind the high school. One of the older Fell girls took him by the hand and made him a man that day. He never looked back. It was Founding Family privilege and all or so he told himself.
His parents had left early that morning for a holiday in the Bahamas. Tyler couldn’t go. He had to stay in town because his parents told him school was important. Tyler knew that was a crock of sh/it. His dad had been caught by his mom with his secretary in his study. They didn’t think Tyler knew about it, but he wasn’t as stupid as they thought. It was take his mom to the Bahamas or the divorce would be nasty. Tyler played dumb just so they’d get the hell out of his hair for a week or whatever. He’d actually walked in this morning on his father talking to Mason on the phone asking him to check on Tyler while they were gone. There was no arguing with his dad on this. The question was, would Mason even come back to check on him? If the waves were too good in Florida, chances were Mason wouldn’t darken their doorstep here. The Lockwoods weren’t The Gilberts. That much was painfully obvious.
Tyler shut the door on his locker after shoving his books into his locker. Matt Donovan, the star quarterback for the MFH team, was standing beside his locker. “You ready for practice, Ty?” The blonde was from the working poor family of Mystic Falls. Kelly Donovan had been the town drunk, not to mention a rather notable whore. That didn’t bother Tyler. Matt was good people. He took care of his mom and his drug addict older sister, Vicki. Matt was actually a good influence on Tyler. Too bad it didn’t work better than it should have.
“I’m not going to practice, Donovan.” Tyler smirked at the closest thing to an actual best friend he had. “You’ll just have to play ball with someone else today. Cover for me, won‘t ya? Good man. ” He patted Matt on the shoulder as he turned toward the front doors of the school. He had no one keeping track of where he was or what he was doing. Tyler was free.
Donovan stood there watching as Tyler walked out the door. He shook his head. He was always covering for Tyler. Tyler was an a/ss. Matt was always covering for him. It was almost like he had another brother to take care of a lot of the time. He sighed and headed back toward the practice field.
Tyler strolled out of the front door of the school and approached his car. Reaching for his keys, he started to unlock the door. He didn’t hear or see the car until it was too late. The wheels came to a screeching halt. There were a group of three guys that piled out of the car and started to beat on him. One boy with a mess of bright red hair slammed him up against the car. “Think you’re something special don’t ya Lockwood?” He pressed his arm against Tyler’s chest constricting his breathing. “Stay the hell away from Sylvia. Are we clear?”
Tyler had been taken by surprise by the sudden attack. “Sylvia? Which one was that again?” Lockwood loved smarting off to anyone like this not giving a damn about anything.
The boy that had him pinned against the car ground his teeth in anger before punching Tyler right in the gut bending the younger boy over in agony. Tyler lurched back upward to punch the redheaded boy right in the nose sending a spray of blood flying from the moment of impact. Tyler was soon shoved down on the ground and was kicked in his head. The boy was joined by two others who were kicking him in the ribs and just laying into him without regard for what happened next. A few extra kicks to his right arm made Tyler scream in pain. “HEY! HEY!” That was Matt Donovan’s voice. It was the last thing Tyler heard before he slipped into unconsciousness.
Tyler felt like his body had been put through a meat grinder. His eyes were swollen and it hurt to breathe. Standing over him was a pretty blonde nurse that was checking an IV that Tyler had in his arm. “Am I in heaven??” He tried to turn on that charm but was failing miserably since his lips were swollen. His right arm was in a cast broken in two places.
“How are you feeling Tyler?” It was Sheriff Forbes. Liz Forbes had a hot daughter named Caroline that was a bit manic at times, but she was definitely amazing to look at on Tyler’s end. She walked up closer on his side looking down at him in the bed with a mother’s concern for a boy who’d been hurt. “I tried to get in touch with your parents, but I couldn’t get an answer. I did find your uncle.”
Great. Just what Tyler needed to hear. His parents were incommunicado as usual. “Wait.. You found Mason?” Tyler muttered. “How long have I been unconscious?” His temper was starting to flare slightly.
“You’ve been unconscious for two days Tyler. Matt Donovan has been constantly here. I’m surprised he’s not here at the moment. Must have finally taken my advice and went home to go sleep.”
Matt Donovan of all people. His only actual friend was the only one who gave a damn about him. Was Mason actually going to pry himself away from the girls and the waves to actually give two sh/its about him? Tyler settled back into the bed. “When’s Doc Gilbert letting me out of here anyway?”
Liz Forbes shook her head. “That’s going to be a while yet Tyler. You’re in pretty bad shape. Plus you’re alone. You’re not being let go until you can have adult supervision.” Liz insisted.
Tyler’s upper lip snarled. He wasn’t going to give the sheriff any backtalk because she was the sheriff. That didn’t mean he had to like the fact he had to have a babysitter. He didn’t like any of it at all.
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