Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own the Vampire Diaries. If I did, the show wouldn't have the insufferable Stefan/Elena/Damon crap.
A/N: This story will contain m/m slash. If you don't like it, don't read this!
I glance over to Caroline, her body next to mine. I watch her chest rise and fall, I listen to her soft breaths, and for a second, I feel content, and I don't want to leave. But then I start to feel restless, almost like I'm hopped up on caffeine, and I carefully edge out of bed. I throw on one of my T-shirts, and a pair of jeans, making absolutely no noise. Before I head outside, I steal one more look at the vampire in my bed, her hair partly covering her face. She rolls over, facing me, and for a second, I think she's about to wake up. I really didn't want to make awkward chit chat to explain away the fact that I was sneaking out, for reasons even I wasn't 100% sure of, so I run. I'm out of the door and down the stairs in two seconds flat, positioned by the front door.
I slip outside, free for the moment. The stars are lighting up the sky above me, and the moon is full. For half a second, my body tenses in fear before I remember that Klaus turned me, my curse is over. I relax my body before looking up at the moon and flip it a middle finger. I let my newly hatched hybrid senses take over, the vampiric sensitivity ramping up my lycanthropy-induced, supernaturally heightened senses. The air smells not as awful tonight, there was less traffic pollution tonight, and its light breeze feels calming. I stand there for a moment, simply letting everything, all of it, just soak in, or shed away. I focus on the tiniest atoms of sensations, and I distort even the most familiar sounds. I was experiencing all of it. And then...I see him. Smell him. But why him?
Deep down, like way deep down, I know why…I just don't want to admit it, to myself or anyone. But the more I remain still, the more I need to see that man. That monster.
And now I start running, blurring with my newfound speed. Lights and buildings are nothing but blurry shapes. Cars pass by in an instant, and the forest is an easy maze of sticks. The wind whips through my hair and ruffles my clothes when I come to a full halt, when I know my destination is just ahead. I look around, having no idea where in Mystic Falls I was. Nothing looked familiar, but at the same time, I felt like I was home. My steps start to become shaky as I approach a mansion.
'You can always go back.' part of me says when I reach a door.
"Fuck you, brain. I'm doing this." I whisper, wrapping a lightly sweaty palm around the doorknob. My heart is pounding now, as I push the door open.
Go back. You can go back. This isn't what you want.
I close the door behind me, still a little clammy, but also surprisingly confident and I saunter down the hall, admiring the artwork. Paintings, sculptures; it was like a museum exhibit. My fingers trace the smooth marble of a sculpture that looks vaguely like a giant chess piece. It feels so insanely smooth, like it's slippery, and I know it's just my intensified sense of touch.
Caroline's back home. Go home. GO HOME! Do it right fucking now…
"Good of you to finally make it, Tyler." the voice, that voice says, and I freeze. I want to puke and cry and set the butterflies in my stomach free. The voice is coming from the next room, and I head there without a moment of hesitation. This building feels oddly cozy, given its inhabitant.
A pair of devilish (beautiful?) eyes meet my own, and though my stomach feels like a ball of hot lead, I smile at the other man. Was I sure I wanted to be here?
"I was starting to wonder if you would ever show up. You are my creation, my first." the words dance off the hybrid's tongue, and I feel like I'm floating. "We have a bond, you and I. One that goes beyond loyalty, beyond life, beyond death. The sire bond." Klaus says, rising to his full stature. When he does, I realize for the first time that the Original was also lightly coated in sweat. Our eyes meet once again, and brown orbs glow gold, fiercely, intently.
We step closer, half my mind devoted to him, and the other half hating him with everything it could muster. My eyes roam his tone muscles, and the angles of his body. I didn't want to look at him, and I sure as hell didn't wasn't to be in the same room as him, but I knew if I left, I would simply circle back here. I'm so caught up in my own thoughts that I don't realize my master's suddenly inches in front of me, and he slowly tilts my head up to look at his face. His touch is uncharacteristically gentle, and he curls his lips. My first thought was that he was forming a snarl, but to my surprise, it becomes a caring smile. It didn't look like his usual evil grin, but for a minute, I find his current smile even more disturbing. I can hear his heartbeat, and my mind flashes a scenario of me ripping it from his chest right then and there, ridding the world of this demon, but I don't. I return the smile before my lips fall, turning to form a tiny grimace as I realize what I'm feeling: attraction. Physical longing. For another guy…and it had to be god damn Klaus.
A/N: Chapter 2 will contain m/m slash.