Author's Notes: I got into the Vampire Diaries only after I heard werewolves were going to be introduced. I had been a casual viewer before then, catching episodes whenever they were on. I liked it, it was certainly a better paranormal romance story than Twilight, but I didn't really consider myself a huge fan. The whole werewolf lore of the show was interesting. The Aztec Moon Curse, the Lockwood family history. I like the characters and the mythology of the show. I felt like the whole background of the wolves, the vampires, and the curse had massive potential. It seems that they've aborted the werewolf plot though, and I doubt we're going to see them make their return for the rest of the season. I always thought it would be interesting to see how Tyler adjusts to life as a werewolf. He's a rich kid, used to getting everything he wants. Now he's on the run, trying to avoid becoming a cannibalistic murderer when the moon comes out and presumably Jules is Alpha in their little pack of two. When he left Mystic Falls, his entire world changed in a way equal if not greater than the events of his becoming a full blooded werewolf. That's a story that interests me. How this rich, spoiled small town kid comes to terms with being an omega wolf living out of Jules' car and eating cheap take out in between dodging everything that wants to kill him and fighting in a war with the likes of Klaus and Elijah. Out of his depth and with a woman who has been manipulating him since she found out about him as his only company. Jules and the other werewolves are consolidating their strength after their massive and repeated losses, circling Mystic Falls like vultures trying to get at the moon stone and Tyler is being dragged along for the ride. It's certainly more interesting than him getting in a cock fight with a pasty vampire boy over a droopy human girl (I'm looking at you, Twilight).


Also, while this story isn't a full blown crossover, I will be tossing in characters from other series from time to time. Certainly the wolf shifters are based on the True Blood werewolves. Keep an eye out for anyone you might recognize.

Most of the time, Tyler wondered how truthful Jules was being with him. How much of what she and the rest of her friends had filled his head with was fact and how much was them trying to bring him into the fold. 'We don't hurt humans' she had said. Repeatedly. Then she had murdered a man in the motel they had been staying at for reasons she wouldn't talk about. 'We don't give humans the curse against their will.' she had told him once.

Now he was helping her and a bunch of other werewolves load a bunch of screaming, crying humans with poorly bandaged bite wounds into the back of a semi truck on this dusty stretch of deserted road just north of the border. Somehow, he doubted any of them had signed up for lycanthropy. They probably didn't even know what their captors were, or what they themselves had been doomed to become.

All of them seemed to be Mexican immigrants. Probably illegal. The werewolf clan apparently had their claws dug in most forms of crime, it wouldn't surprise him if a few of them posed as the type who helped foreigners get into the United States illegally and then kidnapped them for use as recruits. Cannon fodder really. The werewolf who was running the whole operation had told him that most of them probably wouldn't last, because they were bitten and not born like he had been there was a chance that the first transformation would kill them. Between that, infighting among the newly turned, and inexperience most of them would probably be dead within a year anyway. Tyler wondered what Caroline would say if she knew. If her opinion of him could get any lower.

A small, pretty woman who couldn't have been much older than he was looked up at the huge burly werewolf wearing the leather jacket and was herding the newly bitten into the truck like they were cattle. He was holding a rifle but Tyler knew it was mostly for show. He could kill any human who tried to run easily enough with his bare hands. Tyler was standing with his back to the road. A shotgun in his hands, it was the only weapon other than the rifle he knew how to use. His father had taught him long ago, but he hadn't fired a gun in years. He prayed he wouldn't have to. Not tonight. Not on these people.

Suddenly the woman bolted.

The werewolf with the rifle shouted something in Spanish and raised his rifle. An older man with a heavy mustache wearing a black cowboy hat grabbed the barrel of the gun and yanked it hard. The shot went wild. A man fell with a hole in his chest and blood sprayed his wife's face. Several others jumped all over the werewolf and he went down. Tyler heard breaking bones and the sound of tearing flesh. The scent of human blood filled the air, but Tyler knew that the werewolf would climb out of that dog pile without so much as a bruise and several human beings would be bleeding to death from gouged throats and missing limbs. These werewolves were far more brutal than Jules had led on, they had about as much regard for human life as vampires did, which clocked it in as none at all. These people wouldn't be anything more than cattle to his so called brothers until their first full moon. Until then, they were just troublesome walking meat sacks who had the potential to become actual people to the wolves.

"Tyler!" Jules shouted from behind him. "Don't let her get away!"

"Shoot her! Shoot her you idiot!" Someone shouted from the other side of the road.

Tyler watched the woman-a girl really, a teenager- flee along the side of the semi. She was as fleet of foot as a deer, agile and quick. Tyler could almost admire her grace.

But she was running, and Jules had just given him an order.

The shotgun was heavy in his hands, for a moment it was too heavy to raise. The girl ran past the cab and darted around it. He tried to imagine pulling the trigger, blasting her all over the highway. Part of him wanted the girl to get away, to escape whatever hell was waiting for those unlucky enough to have fallen into this hellish trap. Yet he knew she had no chance, the werewolves would run her down without trouble. What they would to her then was anyone's guess, but some of them had a look in their eye as they leered at the women. A look that made Tyler think they wouldn't just kill her or load her back up when they found her. They'd do things, horrible things. Jules shouted his name again, but he had already dropped the shotgun. Better he catch her, Tyler decided, than the others.

He raced after her, moving faster than he had ever run before the curse. Running faster than any normal human or wolf could ever run. He shouldn't have had to chase her down; she shouldn't have had to run at all. This shouldn't be happening. This was wrong. So wrong. This was cruel, evil.

God help him, he was too scared of the others to try to stop this. A coward, going along with the others when he should be doing the right thing. Caroline was right.

So he ran after her, tried to run away from the truth he felt whispering in the back of his mind. His quarry was running away from the road, into the dark night shrouded desert. She probably wouldn't have lasted long even if she did manage by some miracle to get away. She had no water and it was freezing at night and scorching in the day. She would die out there for sure before she ever saw her first full moon. Tyler told himself that, that at least with the other wolves she at least had a chance. A shot at living. He told himself that, but it didn't make him feel any better.

She was fast for a human. Not quite an Olympic runner, but the girl was a speed demon to be sure. Tyler was faster, he caught up to her before she got ten feet from the road. The wolf's instincts were to jump, pull her down. The wolf was a predator with a predator's instincts and those instincts told him that anything that ran was prey. It was the same reason dogs chased cars and big animals like tigers automatically attacked anyone who ran away. It was the reason certain prey animals like deer instinctively froze up when they sensed danger. The chase instinct was hardwired into pretty much every predator on the planet. If it ran from you it was scared, if it was scared it must be prey. If it was prey you ate it.

Tyler's instincts took over and he lunged, colliding with the girl's back. The two rolled over the dusty earth, Tyler's muscular arms around her waist. He was grinding his teeth, trying to stop himself from sinking them into her back. The girl screamed, and those screams excited the part of Tyler that was an animal. That excitement repulsed the part of Tyler that was a human. Eventually he wound up on top of her, straddling her hips with her shouting and squirming face down beneath him. Flashbacks to before he was a shape shifting monstrosity and had a girlfriend aside their position was awkward so he quickly scrambled to his feet and grabbed her arm. Yanking her into a standing position. She screamed at him, her words a flurry that rapidly alternated between Spanish and English. Her tone alternating between furious and pleading. Desperation, rage, confusion. He hadn't been much different than her long ago.

He heard whooping and hollering from the other werewolves as he dragged her back, kicking and screaming to the side of the road. He asked them, silently of course, if any of them had been any different either. How long ago had they been newly cursed like this girl, and how could they could forget the terror and desperation? Those vile sons of bitches, those vicious upright animals tore her from his grasp and dragged her by her hair back to the truck throwing her in the back. The 'recruits' were all packed in shoulder to shoulder. They would spend their entire trip to the Alaskan compound jammed in there with the corpses of anyone who the werewolves had killed in frustration or sheer malice without food or water until they arrived. Then they'd be force fed wolfs bane to keep them from escaping to easily, thrown into a huge pit and left until the moon rose and their lives were ruined forever. Those that survived the transformation and hadn't ripped each other apart would be dragged out, fed, cleaned, told the basics of what was happening to them and handed out to packs running low on members like guns or food. They were supplies no different than munitions or uniforms right up until the day they either proved themselves to be good little wolf soldiers or a vampire ripped their hearts out of their chests and then shoved it down their throats.

And Tyler had helped make it all happen.

It would be the first of many atrocities he would take part in during his participation in the war.

He never did see that girl again.

He did dream about her a lot though.


I would love it if Tyler returned to the show in two or three seasons as a battle scared veteran haunted by the things he saw and did when he was with Jules…but this is the CW. So it's damn unlikely.