Chapter 1
It Happened That Night

"Ty! HEY YO, TY!" Matt yelled across the parking lot to his friend as he was getting into his car. Tyler Lockwood turned around to see his best friend jogging toward him holding his football bag and 2 cases of beer.

"Hey man. What's the beer for?" He cocked one eyebrow at Matt and he cocked one back.

"Did you forget already dumb ass? We have a history project due tomorrow… You know, the one we haven't even started?" Matt wasn't really surprised that Tyler forgot, he wasn't exactly what you could call academically oriented. Ever since he could remember Tyler had always just skated by, on his looks, athletic ability, and of course his name. Being a Lockwood, a founding family member and a rich one at that, he got all kinds of perks. Matt had always envied that about him, that he could just get by without any actual work, but he was also glad he hadn't gotten off so easily. He knew that high school was fun for Tyler, but as soon as they graduated, he was screwed. Royally.

"And again I say… What's the beer for?" Tyler asked impatiently.

"Let's think of it as… Motivation."

"Motivation?"

"Yeah. Motivation: Get done a paragraph, you get a beer. Motivation: If you don't stay focused and work, I'll motivate myself to toss a can at your head."

"Motivation: If you do that, I'll motivate myself to kick your ass." Tyler cupped his hand on Matt's shoulder. "Even though it's not a full moon-" Tyler paused dramatically. He always had a flare for the dramatic. "You know I can do it." They both smiled at each other. "Come on man." Tyler gestured to his car and Matt walked to the passenger's side. He got in and Tyler drove them both to the Lockwood Estate. No matter how any times he had been there, the estate blew him away every time. The huge trees lining the almost 1 ½ mile long drive way, the huge pond and endless fields of grass and the beautiful stone house surrounded by huge white pillars. He has dreamed about a place like this when he was a kid, in fact he still did sometimes. It was a bad habit of his, wanting more than he had. His sister Vicki had always told him that he deserved more than what they had and he believed it until he started to grow up. As he had gotten older he realized that all he had and all that he was, was all he would ever have and all he would ever be. Life's a bitch, and he knew that all too well. Matt was still deep in thought when he felt a hot pain in his arm.

"Yo, space cadet. We are here." Tyler said to his friend who looked though him blankly. "You know. The place where I live." It took Matt's brain a second to click and realize what was happening.

"Oh. Yeah. Sure." He stepped out of the car and followed Tyler into his house, over the hardwood floors and past the Ming Dynasty vases, up his spiral staircase to his bedroom. They sat down, Matt on the bed and Tyler at his desk.

"Is your mom home?" Matt asked inquisitively.

"Nope. Gone on some mayoral business for the next few days."

"Awesome. Less distractions, for you know, studying." They both started laughing and pulled their history books out of their bags. They got to work on finishing the project, but it didn't take long before the tabs were popping off the cans of beer.

Half an hour into the project, both of the boys were completely hammered. When they were this drunk they both got very real and honest. It didn't matter to them, getting drunk in Tyler's room had been happening since they were 13 and they found the key to his father's liquor cabinet.

"So… Listen man" Matt slurred his speech. He was slightly more intoxicated than Tyler, something about the werewolf thing just made him take a little longer.

"Yeah man?"

"I'm really sorry about Caroline. Like really sorry." They were both laying side by side on Tyler's bed now.

"It's okay, really I mean… We just weren't meant to be… But ill move on." Tyler said quite sure of himself.

"Oh yeah? How?"

"How else man? The best way to get over someone… Is to get under someone else."

"This is true" Both the boys laughed and clinked beer cans. They stayed in silence for a second until Matt began to stir. Tyler attributed that to his best friend getting ready to get rid of the alcohol in an unpleasant way, but it was something else entirely. He turned onto his side and waited for Tyler to mirror him which he did after a couple of seconds. Matt quickly reached over, placed his hand on the back of his neck and pulled his face toward Tyler's until their lips met and locked for, what seemed like years to Matt, but in reality it was only a couple of seconds. As soon as Matt pulled away he was Tyler, lying there, face completely frozen.

"Oh. My. God. Ty I'm- I am so sorry." Matt said in a panic. Before Tyler could blink Matt had jumped off of the bed and was gathering his things, he got up so fast that he spilled both of their cans of beer. He moved as quickly as he could toward the door. As he was reaching for the knob, he noticed that Tyler was behind him.

"Wait." That was all Tyler said, he put his hand on Matt's shoulder and spun him around and pushed him up against the door. He did it so fast and with so much force that it knocked the wind right out of Matt. He assumed that was the werewolf strength, even though he was nothing compared to the strength of a vampire like Caroline or Stefan, he was still stronger than any human. He waited for the inevitable punch in the face, but the only thing he felt was Tyler's hands clutching his upper arms and his lips being pressed hard against his own and his tongue making its way into his mouth. Matt reacted instantly by wrapping his arms around Tyler's neck. The kissing became more intent and their bodies began to move into one another, they moved closer and closer toward Tyler's bed, removing another piece of each other's clothing with every step until they were both on Tyler's bed and had no clothing left. They did all, and everything they could. Twice.

Matt and Tyler were both in Tyler's bed, frozen and silent. Tyler was sitting with his back up against his head board and one arm tucked behind his head, and Matt was lying down with the covers just below his waist. They both didn't know what to do, but they both knew that they were sober. Something that incredible and beyond pathologically crazy sobered both of them up. Fast. They sat in silence for a few minutes, locked in their positions, the only thing moving was their chests, rapidly rising and falling, coming down from the exertion, when Matt spoke. The sound of his voice was enough to make Tyler flinch.

"So—"Matt cleared his throat. "That happened." They sat in silence for another 30 seconds.

"Twice." Tyler tacked onto the end of Matt's short sentence.

"Yeah." Matt said reluctantly. "So… Should I stay?" Matt looked at the clock which read 1:30 a.m.

"Uhh, yeah sure. I mean if you want to. Your house is pretty far away and I'm almost out of gas."

"Okay… Should I stay...? Here?" Matt gestured to Tyler's bed. Tyler had to think about it for a second. Matt had stayed in his bed before, but never like this. Never naked and dripping with sweat.

"If… If you want to." Matt could tell that Tyler was uncomfortable and in fact so was he.

"You know I think I'm gonna go stay in the uhh… guest bedroom." Tyler shook his head as if he agreed. Without thinking Matt leaned over to kiss Tyler, he stopped before he was all the way there. He just cleared his throat and got out from under the covers. He got up, grabbed his boxers and left Tyler's room without saying a word or looking backward. Tyler couldn't help but watch him leave, and he had no idea why. As soon as Matt got to the guest bedroom, Tyler started, and kept repeating the same 5 words over and over until the clock went off at 6 for his run around the town.

"What the hell just happened?"