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07/11/2020 06:18 PM 

Pathfinder

Pathfinder
 
For Sharp Edges
He had no idea how long he’d been on the road. Tyler Lockwood had nothing more than just the clothes on his back and bag with some hastily crammed clothes into it. The young man was a hybrid. To anyone watching him along the side of the road trying to hitch a ride, would never realize that two different creatures lived inside this young man who was running away from his troubles. He was a werewolf by birth but also now a vampire because of a cruel twist of fate.

As his steps continued along the side of the highway, he had no idea where he was. OH he knew he was in the United States, but he didn’t know if he was in Virginia or wherever the hell else, his running had gotten him. Fortunately though, with his status as a hybrid, he didn’t have to worry about changing with the full moon. Being a hybrid had solved that issue.

He could hear the sound of a car coming from behind him as he walked. Lucky thing was that not only was his hearing better as a werewolf, but toss the vampire into it and he could hear a fly taking a p/iss on a decaying piece of food someone tossed out of their car while they were driving down this long stretch of road that had mountains surrounding it. Tyler turned around and stuck out his thumb when the car got close enough. When the car sped up just to spin dust in his face, he started cursing louder than anything before. “REALLY? REALLY?” He turned back around kicking at a few rocks as he continued his walk.

He pulled the bag over his shoulder higher because of his anger and disgust at everything. He wished that he didn’t have to leave Mystic Falls. He knew he couldn’t be there because of what had happened. Klaus Mikaelson, the author of his condition as a hybrid had ordered Tyler to bite his girlfriend knowing good and damned well that it would end up possibly killing her. Klaus didn’t care about it. All that the hybrid cared about was his war and winning everything no matter what the cost. The image on the face of Caroline Forbes when they both realized that he bit her was absolutely horrifying. Caroline was only a vampire. The bite of a werewolf was deadly to a vampire. Klaus had ordered Tyler to kill the girl he loved. Instead of being strong enough to overcome that command, Tyler fell in compliance like a good little soldier. He couldn’t stay after what he’d done. Caroline wouldn’t be safe as long as Tyler was nearby and he hated Klaus for it.

Stomping harder with each step, Tyler was determined to find a way to break this sire bond with Klaus. Klaus was his sire. He turned Tyler into this… this thing he was now. He was stronger, faster and better than both werewolves and vampires now because he was both monsters in one. What ruined the whole thing was his damned tie to Klaus. It was too bad he couldn’t just kill the bastard and be done with it. If Klaus died, so would he. “Convenient.” He muttered to himself. It was no wonder that the Original Hybrid lived for as long as he did. He changed people into monsters and left them to protect his sorry a/ss. But still, Tyler was determined that there had to be another way out of this. He was heading in the direction that Jules and Brady had told him were more wolves. Wolves tended to like the woods a lot, so the only woods he knew of even close to Mystic Falls were in Tennessee and North Carolina. The Great Smoky Mountains was his destination. He just had to find a way to get there. Leaving his own car behind was not the best decision he’d ever made, but it wouldn’t be hard for anyone to find him using credit card receipts as he stopped for gasoline. He couldn’t risk any of that, so he left on foot and hoped for the best.

Another car was coming up behind him. Tyler turned around to find another car approaching. He stuck his thumb out hoping that this would actually work this time. Much to his surprise, a car began to slow down for him. With a spring in his step, Tyler raced to the door. He was happy to see an older man sitting behind the wheel of the car. He had mostly white hair with a hint of black in the middle of the white that was curly. The shade of the mustache under his lip matched the hair that was on top of his head. He had quite a bit of hair for a man who was obviously in his 70s which made Tyler smile. Friendly chocolate hues looked back to the young man as he stood at the window of the old Ford Aerostar minivan. “Need a lift?” The old horn rimmed glasses had been back in style now, but Tyler had a distinct feeling that this gentleman had gotten these first hand when he was a youth some time ago. “Hop in.” The man told him.

“I really appreciate it!” Tyler opened the door and climbed inside. The low music of Hank Williams Sr. played from an CD player that seemed oddly out of place in this older model minivan. He smiled back at this man who helped him out in the middle of his time of trouble and inane self pity. “How close am I to The Smokies?” He asked of the older gentleman.

“Not too far.” The man replied to him. “Is that where you’re heading?” There was something deeply welcoming about the older man to Tyler. Judging by the state of his minivan and the lines of age on the man’s face, Tyler easily surmised that he was someone’s dad and granddad, maybe even a great granddad which put the younger man at ease. “A young wolf such as yourself is far away from his pack.” The man observed.

Tyler was surprised when the man sized him up as a werewolf. “Yeah, you could say I am.” He canted his head to the side much in the way that a dog would do in sizing up a situation before him. “You..you’re a werewolf too?” Tyler began to see the smaller things that only someone would really see if knowing where to look.

The older man chuckled warmly. “That I am. Found out when I was in the Mekong Delta. Helluva way to find out that you’re a werewolf in the middle of a Police Action. But I ended up serving my tour and coming back home in one piece. Been home 50 years now.” He nodded at the young wolf as he continued driving down the road.

Tyler was momentarily stunned by the fact that he’d found another wolf this easily, or well this wolf found him. Jules and Brady were right about heading to the mountains after all. “Where’s your pack?” He asked oddly curious.

“Oh they’re around. Pack life is important for you to derive your strength from Son. Don’t let anyone else tell you different.” It was pretty obvious that the young wolf had no pack and was still fairly new in this entire lifestyle. He took a few turns and pulled up at a bar. He put the minivan in park. “Several packs call this place home. If you head in there, you’ll find someone that should help you with what troubles you. Just remember that your strength is in the pack. Those are the only bonds you can truly trust.” He started to reach into his wallet and handed the young man a twenty dollar bill. “Take this. Get them to make you a cheeseburger with fries and drink a draft beer on me, Alright?”

Tyler was grabbing his bag and raised his hand to open the door. The extended greenback was there in the middle of the air. “I can’t do that to you. You don’t know me.”

The older man insisted. “I don’t have to know you to know you’re in trouble and need help. It’s the thing about being a wolf. It’s all about family.” He held out that bill closer to the young man in his passenger’s seat.

Tyler took the money offered him and stuffed it in his pocket. “I really appreciate this. You just don’t know.” The gesture touched him more than anything else ever had. “My name is Tyler.” He held out a hand to shake the older man’s in friendship.

The older man shook his hand in friendship. “It’s good to meet you Tyler. I’m Thomas. You’ll be in good hands here. I promise.” A hint of gold flashed from the man’s rich brown eyes that was in no wise threatening. “We’ll likely see each other again soon, I’m sure.”

Tyler smiled at the older man as he climbed out of the van shutting the door. He waved at Thomas as he drove away. He then pulled his bag back over his shoulder and headed into the bar. He put in his order for the cheeseburger, fries and a draft and then locate a table off by himself to sit. He actually felt oddly at ease. This was an unusual feeling. Tyler like feeling this way. He was still a babe in the woods when it came to being a werewolf. Maybe he was finally going to get the answers and the help he needed.
 
Tyler Lockwood/Cerberus
credit: james kriet

07/06/2020 09:36 PM 

The Sire Bond

The Sire Bond
 
Finding Freedom (Les Mis July Drabble)
It was a big house that put the Lockwood Estate to shame. He was dressed in some of the finest clothing that money could buy. He wasn’t the son of the owner like he was when his parents were hosting those political parties during the height of election season. Instead, Tyler Lockwood born a werewolf activated the gene after he accidentally killed a girl at a party. He fell in the line of sight of the Original Hybrid Klaus Mikaelson. Tyler was the first of a new breed of monster. He was the first non Original Hybrid created by that bastard himself. Damn it all to hell.

He’d left town for a while and met up with other werewolves in other areas closeby. He envied them and how they were all surrounded by a loving pack and how those bonds had been. They grew up knowing what wolf life was about. Most of them knew what it was like to be a wolf. They had been raised that this wasn’t a bad thing. Tyler had watched children who had the werewolf gene but hadn’t activated it yet just grow up happy, loved and carefree. Tyler didn’t have any of that. He didn’t know that he was destined to be werewolf until it was practically too late. He was on a crash course with destiny. That destiny was in the person of one Niklaus Mikaelson.

Tyler had been nothing but a pawn in the game for control that Klaus had when it came to Mystic Falls and all the people he loved and cared about in life. He remembered feeling so helpless as those arms had him so helplessly bound. The taste of Klaus’ blood being forced into his mouth made him feel like a helpless puppy. He struggled so hard to try and break free from the Original’s grasp, but he was fighting a losing battle. Then unimaginable pain came and his world ended. Tyler Lockwood was dead.

Those first few moments after his initial transformation as a wolf were so intense. Everything was so much more intense. He could smell things, he could see things, he could hear things that he couldn’t before. The pain of every bone in your body breaking was something that made him hate life to put it mildly. His libido was stronger. He couldn’t get enough of his girlfriend Caroline all when he wasn’t changing into a wolf and going after her in a mad frenzy. This all changed when he woke up after Klaus has fed him his blood. Tyler saw nothing but red. He was so hungry. He needed to feed

He was sitting there on a chair in Klaus’ massive estate that he was prepping for some big event and stared at his hands. He was the first of an entire staff full of hybrids that Klaus had created. As a hybrid, Tyler no longer was bound by the moon. He didn’t have to change with the full moon. He was a vampire and a werewolf and he was always horny. Tyler clenched his jaw and felt his temper rising. He was free in a sense, but he was still bound. He had that sire bond that kept him tied to Klaus. What was freedom in one sense when it was a prison of another sort. Freedom from changing every month versus being bound to a monster and his every whim.

“TYLER!” The voice of Klaus Mikaelson filled the house as the Original was looking for his most prized possession. “Where are you?” He called out with an annoyed tone in his voice. Nobody liked it when Klaus was angry. It usually meant that someone was going to die painfully. “Oh there you are! I need you to do something for me.”

Tyler looked into the eyes of the monster who held the leash on his freedom. “Look, I really appreciate you and what you’ve done for me. Turning every month was a real pain in the a/ss. You really saved me from that.” For a moment, he felt as though he didn’t recognize himself with these words that came out of his mouth.

That sneer curled his lips with a self assured grin that made Tyler’s blood run cold. “Yes, yes. I’ve granted you the greatest gift of all.” His expression was the most cruel evil that he’d ever imagined. “Elena Gilbert and all her friends have decided to defy me one too many times. They must be taught a lesson. I want you to bite your girlfriend.”

Tyler’s eyes widened. “You want me to WHAT?” Tyler’s temper flared. “Are you SERIOUS? A Werewolf Bite will kill Caroline.” He insisted rather fervently. He glared at Klaus with incredulity.

“You heard me. You will bite Caroline. I know full well what it will do. It will teach them not to defy me.” He was so cruel and callous in what he spoke. Klaus knew how much Tyler loved Caroline. He’d also been sensing a bit of willful rebellion on the part of his first successful Hybrid. He had to insist on this to keep them all in line, including Tyler.

“I won’t do it!” He shook his head and ran off from the Original Hybrid. Tyler ran through the house and out onto the grounds. He stood there with his hands on his legs bent over. He couldn’t believe Klaus wanted him to actually do the one thing that would cause her the most pain and even kill her. Caroline had done nothing but love him and he’d put her through hell. She remained close and ever faithful to him. Klaus wanted him to repay her with a painful death? He wouldn’t do it. He just couldn’t do it.

~*~

Later that evening he was in Caroline’s arms again. They were wrapped out in a passionate embrace once more. He loved her so much. He needed her like he needed the air to breathe. Tyler loved her so much it almost hurt. “OW! Tyler! What did you just do? Did you just bite me?” The look on Caroline’s face was that of betrayal and pain. She touched her neck where there was a spot of blood. It wasn’t a huge bite, it was a nip. Tyler did bite her, just like Klaus wanted.

He was horrified at the fact that he couldn’t rebel against Klaus for the woman he loved. Tyler backed away slowly. His face was wide in horror. Klaus had such a powerful hold on him that Tyler was in no place to actually reject anything he said. Now this was going to cost him everything. He had to find freedom from this sire bond somehow. Tyler ran off leaving Caroline behind. He shot a text to Matt to come and check on her. He didn’t trust himself anymore. . He needed freedom from this sire bond somehow or else he couldn’t be around anyone he loved. He had to find a way to break free no matter what the cost. The price was already too high
 
Tyler Lockwood/Cerberus
credit: james kriet

07/03/2020 10:28 AM 

Call of the Wild

Call of the Wild
 
For Rae;
The word came to him from two of the students at the Salvatore Boarding School. They raced inside the doors late at night just as Tyler was making a security sweep of the grounds. They were a pair of his werewolves that had been out after dark against curfew. “It was scary Mr. Lockwood!” The girl was a petite blonde named Nancy. “I know we weren’t supposed to be out after dark, but we were.”

Her boyfriend, another wolf named Sam was standing at her side. “It was my fault, Mr. Lockwood. I was trying to bring some excitement into our relationship. Going out after curfew was going to score me some points for being dangerous and exciting.”

Tyler was so angry his fangs actually started to show. Sure, he’d done stupid things to impress a girl, but this was the worst. “All because YOU wanted to be a muscle brain with no sense to impress your girl, you may have led some hunters right here.” He pushed past the couple. “I’ll clean up your damn mess. Now get back to your dorms!”

Tyler was walking at a fast pace past all the kids heading to bed as he headed for the back door of the Salvatore Boarding School. He could tell his werewolf eyes had taken over. In moments of extreme anger his wolf side always tended to show rapidly and with unrelenting ferocity. His fangs were growing with his every step. His nose was elongating into a snout. Tyler was tearing off his clothes as he walked toward the door and beginning his change.

It wasn’t like all those years ago when he first found out he was a werewolf. Yeah, it still hurt like hell when he did it, but he did it anyway. He was used to the pain by now and even numb to it. Any student or faculty member watching would see that he was in that state of flux and hear his growling in pained anger to back it up. Once he set his feet outside he was completely naked and fully in his wolf form. The hunt would begin.

The dark russet wolf raced at a rapid pace through the woods. His golden eyes blazed with indignant fury. The hunters in his woods, in his town, hunting his kids were going to be taken out even if it meant he would have to rip them apart himself. It wouldn’t be the first time and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last time. Pads of the wolf's feet hit the ground in a steady gallop. They were close but not close enough. He stopped long enough to pick up the scent and keep running.

~*~

The two hunters were loaded with silver bullets in their weapons. They had started to follow the two pups and had been given the slip when they got away. They had their reasons for being hunters, most all of them did. They were bound and determined to carry out their mission to catch the wolves roaming around. Rumor was that Mystic Falls was filled with supernatural creatures that needed to be put down. It was time for them to get to work.

“Wait? Did you hear that?” The hunter that spoke had fiery red hair and freckles that went across bridge of his nose. He was the more experienced one than his partner. He tried to listen as what sounded like a freight train was heading right for him. Before the other man could say anything, this huge russet wolf jumped out of a hiding place. His teeth immediately found the man’s jugular vein with his bite and wouldn’t let go.

Blood was everywhere. There were gurgling sounds as the man's breathing became mixed with the precious liquid required to keep the body alive and the heart pumping. This all happened within what seemed like a matter of minutes. Time slowed down to the other hunter when in fact it hadn’t.

With trembling hands, the other hunter tried to aim his gun at the wolf attacking his buddy. He couldn’t get a clear shot. He pulled the trigger. The sound of gunfire filled the woods followed by the yelp of a wolf.

~*~

The pain was intense. The russet wolf had his lower jaw covered in the crimson smear of the blood of the hunter he attacked. The pain emanated from his left hind quarter. It was overwhelming him so much he couldn’t focus. He kept staggering forward.

He couldn’t focus enough to change back into his human form. His own blood was matting the fur on his left side. His lack of the ability to focus saw a human form and was unable to discern who it was. The wounded animal in him took over growling and walking slowly toward the human. She was talking to him.

Did she just call him Uncle? A tongue snaked out of his wolf jaws to moisten his lips. Once his jaw closed once again, the wolf curled his lips and emitted a low growl. She spoke to him again. He rose his head and tilted it slightly to the left.

In a moment of apparent clarity, he realized he was at Whickery Bridge. That had to be Rae. He lowered his head and ceased growling. He took a few steps forward before collapsing at her feet. The open wound on his left side would be seen perfectly when he collapsed. There was a silver bullet in his leg. If Rae didn’t get it out soon, Tyler Lockwood was going to die…again.
 
Tyler Lockwood/Cerberus
credit: james kriet

06/26/2020 01:40 AM 

Freebird

Freebird
 
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3 November 1998
The Lockwood Estate

It was Election Day. The town of Mystic Falls was all buzzing with the news. Richard Lockwood, a member one of the illustrious Founding Families had decided to follow in his family’s footsteps and throw his hat in the ring for the office of Mayor. Richard had everything. He had intelligence, charm, and charisma mastered. He had a beautiful wife named Carol and a six year old son named Tyler.

Tyler was watching the mass of people gathered in their home on this particular night all from his father’s campaign team. They were drinking alcohol and chattering like a bunch of monkeys at the zoo. He was peeking through the rails of the stairs on the second floor watching the people from his vantage point. Tyler knew what they were waiting for tonight. They were waiting for the results of the Mayor’s race. Richard Lockwood was running against Dr. Fell. Any minute, they’d know the answer. To little Tyler it meant that after the last four months of personal appearances by his parents that occasionally included him, things were going to get worse.

Tyler had it ingrained on him for the past year how important their family was. This Mayor’s Race was important to their family. Appearances were everything. Tyler had to be the perfect little boy. He absolutely hated it. He hated putting on a show when the truth was their family was a big huge lie. He was only six and he knew that “Family Values” didn’t mean a damn thing.

His new friends in his first grade class were all different than he was. Matt Donovan didn’t have a Dad. He lived with his mom and his icky big sister Vicky. Elena Gilbert was in his class too. Elena’s dad was Dr. Gilbert and she had a mom and a little brother named Jeremy who was a boogery baby at four years old. Bonnie Bennett didn’t have a Dad either. She had her Grams. Bonnie told Tyler that she had a mom once but she ran away when she was really little. It was really sad even to Tyler. Then his last friend was Caroline Forbes. She had no brothers or sisters just like Tyler. Her mommy and daddy had just gotten a divorce. Her daddy lived with a special friend that was a boy. Caroline lived with her mommy. None of his friends were here. Tyler just was sitting here squatted down in a little scrunchy ball watching the action.

The people underneath him all smelled like liquor and cigarettes. His forehead pressed into the bannister. His natural curls that not been cutoff since he’d been born fell into his eye. Clouded chocolate hues visually scanned the crowd below. All these grownups here bored him even though they were excited. The votes were being counted according to what he heard somebody say.

He was ready for bed trying not to let any of the grownups see him. He was all of six years old now and he just wanted to go play football with Matt Donovan or shoot hoops with his Uncle Mason. Uncle Mason was teaching him how to play basketball. He’d even taught Tyler how to hit a baseball. The last thing his Uncle taught him was how to tie his shoes. These were all things that his Dad should have taught him but didn’t. Richard Lockwood was always too busy. Mason was the younger brother and more of a father figure to Tyler than anyone else. Where was Mason?

A shriek came from behind him and off to his left. It seemed that the six year old had developed a habit of running around naked most of the time. Right now that little ball that had been watching the adults from his perch was doing so completely bare as the day he was born. The maid that was supposed to be watching him, just found him. “Tyler please!”

Tyler uncurled his legs and ran off down the upstairs hallway. The maid went chasing after him with a blanket in her hands to cover him up. He didn’t have any idea that this was wrong. He knew it felt natural and he liked it. Bare feet continued to pad in rapid succession as he made his way through the East Wing of the Estate with the maid still following closely behind.

It usually took about three maids to wrangle up the boy when he’d run around naked like this. Carol Lockwood was horrified by her son’s bouts of nudism and did her best to keep it from being the latest fodder for the high society of Mystic Falls Gossip Circles. One of her trusted friends got her to take Tyler to a child psychologist. The child psychologist told her this was perfectly normal for a boy his age. He was acting out for attention. The doctor assured Carol that Tyler would grow out of it. That was two years ago when he was four. Tyler was still doing it at six. It was proving to be an issue. Carol heard the chaos and excused herself from the party.

Tyler heard his mother calling for him in hissing tones. “Tyler! You come out this instant! Do you hear me?” She had found the guest bedroom where her son was hiding. She opened the door slowly. Seeing her son a disheveled mess made Carol visibly pout. “I told you to stop this nonsense now. You’re a big boy.”

Tyler stood there long enough for the maid to hand him a blanket. Obediently, he wrapped around his body. “I’m sorry Mommy.” She walked up to him and tousled those curls she'd kept from getting cut.

He was a good boy. She did love him, but he was an absolute handful. She was glad Tyler was an only child. “Go on to sleep alright? It’s getting late.” She kissed his cheek. “For me?” she asked. The boy nodded and resigned himself to the fact he would get it tomorrow from his Dad. It was time to brace for it.

Tyler was wrapped in the blanket around his small frame. He passed by his father standing in the staircase. He almost thought his dad was glaring at him with bright red eyes. That was stupid. His Daddy didn’t have red eyes. Tyler took one more look and skittered back into his room shutting the door behind him. His Daddy looked very angry. He was glad he was going to be safe in his room. Maybe if he was lucky, his Daddy would forget all about it. He started to burrow down into his bed and covered up his head .


 
Tyler Lockwood/Cerberus
credit: james kriet

06/18/2020 12:37 AM 

War Zone

War Zone
 
Les Mis Monthly Drabble
He got there as quickly as he could. There were twelve hybrids that all were a part of Klaus’ army. Twelve men and women that had been reborn as hybrids all lived, laughed and loved alongside Tyler Lockwood in their new supernatural lives as creatures of myth that no one would have ever believed existed. They were dead. They were all dead. Tyler couldn’t believe it. It was like a bad dream where he was caught in the middle. Every last hybrid that had been turned by Klaus and put under him as the Alpha were all dead. Klaus had killed them all. He stood in the middle of the wreckage and tried to make sense of it all.

There were body parts everywhere. Severed limbs and organs were laying in shreds by the bodies. He knew them all. He had worked with them and beside them as Klaus was working on his mansion in Mystic Falls. They were all loyal until something had gotten to them. The instinct of a wolf to be the alpha was great. Fights to determine the leadership were bound to break out, but did it have to be this bloody? This was no ordinary wolfpack. This was all Klaus. It was always Klaus. Violence was always going to be the nature of the beast especially when that beast was the first of their kind.

Tyler had a bit of prestige and glory to him given that he was Klaus’ first hybrid. It was a crock of s/hit to him when he was alone. The two sides of his supernatural nature were in constant conflict against one another. As a wolf, he hated vampires and had been taught to hate them by Brady and Jules. He had tried to go after Caroline but that was when he was a newly triggered werewolf. Now he was a vampire too. Emotions were always running high for him. He was ready to go from one extreme to the other at the drop of a hat. He had to fight himself from having to rip someone’s throat out or screwing their brains out. Thus was the life of Klaus Mikaelson’s first hybrid.

Then there was this. There were the remains of what were twelve people who were like him. They were born with the werewolf curse and they triggered it by the spilling of innocent blood whether on purpose or accidental. They were all fed the blood of Klaus Mikaelson and killed by him so they could all become two creatures in one. It was like putting gasoline on an already raging fire.

Tyler walked through the battlefield. That’s what it was too. They had obviously gone after Klaus but he’d dispatched of them with the greatest of ease. Tyler didn’t have to be there when it happened to see it. He saw the aftereffects of it. The young hybrid felt his heart starting to shatter into pieces. Klaus had killed them all. He was the only hybrid left that The Original Hybrid had created. The rage in which he’d destroyed them left no room for doubt that they died a very painful death. They didn’t ask to be werewolves and they sure as hell didn’t ask to be turned into vampires too. They were the closest thing to a family that Tyler actually had. Oh he had his mom, but she didn’t have the werewolf gene. That was a Lockwood thing. His mom had put up with so much.

Tyler could feel his emotions fast and furious as he walked through taking a look at each one of them. Each face had a story behind it. Each face had people that were left behind in their packs back home who cared about them and loved them deeply in one way or another. Yet here they were. They were all dead all because of one colossal d/ick. With each step, Tyler’s hatred for Klaus Mikaelson grew exponentially. His fists clenched tightly alongside his body as arms moved side by side. He found himself growling loudly.

He didn’t hear his phone ringing until it was too late. He happened to snap out of his rage for just a moment when he realized that his phone was going wild. He could see the current call was from his girlfriend Caroline. Tyler tapped the phone to connect to the call. “Care? What’s going on? I’ve got a dozen messages from you and just as many from my mom.” He was curious as to what was going on at the moment while he was standing here in the middle of this mess created by one beast that he was going to take down himself someday, somehow.

Caroline Forbes was standing in the town square as lights and emergency responders were all on the scene. Her mom had the scene roped off with plenty of security tape and extra deputies. “Tyler! Oh Tyler!!” Caroline started to cry and weep openly. “You need to get over to the town square as quickly as you can.” She was starting to visibly sob so much that she was not sure that she was speaking in words that Tyler could understand.

Tyler stopped at the edge of the forest passing by the last of the dead hybrids that lay there exposed to all the elements and whatever animals would come to feasts on their severed corpses. It was just too much for Tyler to even to consider cleaning up on his own. If Klaus found out he was here, there was no telling what he’d do. “Care, I can’t understand you. Calm down. Take a deep breath…” He loved her, but god she could get so upset over the least little thing. You’d think she was a vampire or something.

Caroline was standing there as the paramedics wheeled the body of Carol Lockwood out on a stretcher covered in black. “It’s.. It’s your mom. She’s gone Tyler. They found her in the town square. They..they think she got drunk and hit her head.”

Tyler felt a cold chill race down his spine. “What did you say Caroline?” He asked in a cold tone. His body froze wanting her to repeat her words.

“Your mom is dead Tyler. She drowned in the fountain in the town square.” Her body was wracked with sobs. She didn’t want to have to tell her boyfriend that this had happened to his mom. No one else could get through to him except her.

For just a moment, Tyler’s head rose straight up to look ahead. His facial expressions were a complete blank. His jaw hung open. His mother was gone? Caroline said it was an accident. This was no accident. This was a message to Tyler. It was a message definitely received. Klaus wanted war? Tyler would give him that war, no matter what it cost him.
 
Tyler Lockwood/Cerberus
credit: james kriet

06/17/2020 02:55 AM 

The Hunt is ON 003

The Hunt is On
 
1x1 with Ardent
Enzo hadn’t really changed since Tyler last saw him. Maybe it was the fact that Enzo was a vampire and Tyler was a werewolf, but Enzo seemed like a first class douche like he always was. No wonder him and Damon were best pals.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


 
Tyler Lockwood/Cerberus
credit: james kriet

06/16/2020 12:33 AM 

Hungry Like the Wolf

Hungry Like the Wolf
 
1x1 with Bloody Shoes
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.


 
Tyler Lockwood/Cerberus
credit: james kriet

06/15/2020 01:45 AM 

The Hunt is On

The Hunt is On
 
1x1 with Ardent
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.
 
Tyler Lockwood/Cerberus
credit: james kriet

06/13/2020 02:15 AM 

Homeward Bound

Homeward Bound
 
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
 
Tyler Lockwood/Cerberus
credit: james kriet

06/08/2020 04:42 PM 

The Hunt is on

The Hunt is On
 
drabble
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.

 
Tyler Lockwood/Cerberus
credit: james kriet

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