Hey y'all! So this is my first time writing an actual story (that I dare publish)! So please be nice! Reviews are gladly appreciated and it'll prompt me to continue writing, so please review!

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Rated M for future chapters, yo! ;) And language, maybe.

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"What the fuck is that suppose to mean?" Jeremy tried his best to sound menacing, but it came out in a mumble. He was fuming mad, but slightly amused at the same time; was Tyler Lockwood actually getting jealous, again?

Shoving the thought aside, he let his anger get the better of him and slammed the cabinet door shut with more force than intended; the sound echoing through the apartment; their apartment. Jeremy turned to glare at his boyfriend and felt his heart stop when their eyes locked for a brief second, before turning to glare at the wall instead. He hated having these arguments, especially since they were a common reoccurrence.

"Look, Jer, I'm sorry if you feel indignant or whatever, but that's exactly how I feel." Tyler spoke lowly, "You'd think that being together for almost two years now, you'd know I have trouble keeping my emotions in check."

Jeremy couldn't help but gape at Tyler. Well, yeah, he knew that Tyler had troubles controlling his emotions, but was he suppose to let that stop him from having fun? All he did was dance with some random guy whom he had no recollection what his name was. Huffing out in irritation, Jeremy stomped off into their bedroom and slammed the door shut, and locking it, but only after he had first thrown a pillow and blanket out into the hallway.

Sighing, Tyler muttered a silent "couch again" to himself, before walking over and picking his stuff up. He placed a hand on the door, bowing his head and gently pressing it against the door.

"I'm so, so sorry…" Tyler whispered, hoping Jeremy would have heard it, before slouching his way to the living room and collapsing onto the couch. He felt terrible for saying that Jeremy was out of control and had no sense of responsibility to himself and the people around him. In all honest truth, Tyler did not blame Jeremy for anything. But yes, he did feel a twinge of jealousy when Jeremy was dancing with that Brendon guy. Perhaps a 'twinge of jealousy' was a complete understatement; Tyler had to repress the urge to rip the guy's head off for having his hands wrapped around Jeremy, when it clearly should have been him.

But it was partially his fault… Maybe if he had not refused Jeremy when he had asked for a dance… Just one dance… If only he had said 'yes'… Tyler groaned at the thought; he knew it was his fault too. He glanced towards the hallway, praying that Jeremy would come out anytime soon, even if he was still pissed. All Tyler wanted now was to pull Jeremy into a bear-hug and whisper his apologies; be it on his idiocy of the situation or how much he loved the younger male.

Tyler silently lay on the couch, listening to the silent shuffling of feet in the room; the heavy breathing and uneven thumping of Jeremy's heart; he was thankful for the heightened senses. A smile crept onto his face, he knew that Jeremy was as anxious as he was to get things back to the way they should be. Suddenly, Tyler was up on his feet when a resounding crash shook the apartment.

"Jer!" Tyler shouted as he rushed to their bedroom door.

And that's when it hit him like a tidal wave. His nose felt like it was aflame; a pungent odor hanging in the air. Tyler recognized the odor all too well; it was the reason why they had left Mystic Falls five years ago, but at the same time the scent was completely new to him. His inner wolf snarled and he could feel his irises dilate and turn yellow. He was ripped out of his thoughts when a searing scream tore the night, followed by an audible 'snap'.

"Jeremy!" Tyler bellowed, kicking down the door and causing it to break into two.

He could barely register that this was their bedroom, what with the current state it was in; the wall directly opposite him had been broken down and torn through by extreme pressure, the nightstand was ripped to shreds; the photo frame which held a photograph of Tyler and Jeremy kissing when they had first arrived in Phoenix; Arizona, had a dent in it and looked like it had been tossed across the room. Tyler was so distracted by the scene in front of him, and the fact that Jeremy was nowhere in sight, that he had only just managed to grasp that the floor was smeared with blood.

Tyler felt weak, he collapsed against the wall. He could feel his wolf begging to give chase and get Jeremy, his lover; his boyfriend; his mate, back and rip whichever bloodsucker had plotted this. But no, he would control his wolf. The full moon had only passed just recently, which meant he had more control now, but also that he was weaker than usual and would act on impulse. That would've led to both Jeremy and his demise. Finally willing his legs to move, he zoomed to the living room and grabbed his phone, punching in the numbers he was all too familiar with.

"Ello?" came a groggy male's voice, sleep thick in his voice.

"Mason, I need your help. We've got a problem."