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Caroline Forbes felt unbelievably guilty as she watched Tyler walk past her into the house. It must have shown on her face too, because Tyler noticed.
"What?" he asked, turning back towards her confused by the pained expression on her face and the continual wringing of her hands. She shut the door, noticing Stefan lurking at the end of the hall.
"I'm really sorry Tyler, but there are some things going on and..." Her eyes shifted over his shoulder, voice drifting off apologetically. Tyler stiffened, feeling another's stealthy presence just behind him. His eyes widened slightly, and he whirled around, stumbling back a couple of steps. Stefan stayed where he was, keeping his distance. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to talk."
Tyler felt trapped. His eyes shifted from wall to wall of the hallway, blocking any possible escape routes. He didn't trust the Salvatore's. This entire werewolf thing was still new and scary to him, and the only person he trusted even slightly was his uncle. Mason said to watch out for Damon, and Stefan; that they both had threatened him. He couldn't believe Caroline would betray him like this.
He swallowed down his nerves, taking a step back, a little further away from the potential threat. Stefan took an approaching step, lifting his arms slightly away from his body trying to look nonthreatening. Tyler nearly scoffed. Who did he think he was with that cheesy concerned look?
"We know you've been in contact with the other werewolves."
He froze at that then turned and made a move for the door. He came up short nearly plowing into Caroline who was suddenly standing between him and the only escape. "Come on Tyler. Please. You can still trust me ok? They just want to talk to you."
He stood straight, staring her in the eyes. "Get out of the way, Caroline." He snarled at her. Tears started to well in her eyes, but they didn't fall. He tried to maintain eye contact, show her he didn't care, but his eyes shift slightly to the right of her face anyway.
"We aren't the bad guys here." Stefan's voice behind him made him irritated.
"Not according to them. They said you have both killed in Mystic Falls. You don't care who you have to kill to stay alive! What about Vickie? I heard what happened. It was no animal attack. You killed her and she was innocent!" he yelled back, deciding if he was going to be trapped here he wasn't going to go down without some semblance of control over the situation.
"Technically that was Damon." Stefan said.
Tyler laughed.
"Look we just want to make sure you aren't going to suddenly devote loyalty to them and do anything stupid. There is a lot going on right now that you aren't completely aware of."
"What a surprise..." Tyler scoffed with thick sarcasm, "And you wonder why I can't trust you." He turned on his heel, ready to walk out the door, hesitantly deciding to test how far they would let him go, if they perhaps would let him simply walk out the door. "I'm out of here," he snarled, turning his back disrespectfully to the potential enemy. Stefan said he wasn't there to hurt him. He glared into Caroline's eyes, "Get out of my way Caroline." She looked questioningly over her shoulder at Stefan, before giving in when Tyler's eyes turned orange in fury. "A werewolf bite will kill a Vampire…" That's what Damon had said the lore proclaimed. Even though Damon thought it was bogus, he had brought up the wise question, a rarity where the impulsive vampire was concerned. Who was stupid enough to ignore it? And he was right, Caroline agreed, another rarity in the precarious team dynamic they all had going. Who would volunteer themselves to get bitten first? No. It was better to avoid getting bitten on the off chance that it was true. She backed up swiftly, shaking slightly. She had never wanted to alienate Tyler. He stared her down as he strode to the door, but before his hand touched the doorknob, Stefan was suddenly there in a blur, racing between Caroline and Tyler, grabbing Tyler by the back of the neck. Caroline yelped and stumbled back, surprised even with heightened reflexes, bumping into the small table by the door, and sending a vase crashing to the floor. Before Tyler could work out what had happened, Stefan had slammed him face first into the wall.
"You have nothing against me, not until the full moon, so I suggest you sit down and listen to what we have to say." Stefan growled, the veins around his eyes standing out dark against his pale skin, face jutting close and intimidating into Tyler's. Tyler's breathe rasped back in after being knocked completely out. His eyes widened in surprise and more than a little fear as he shoved back against the crushing weight against his back, but even with the supernatural strength he did have, he only got an inch away from the slightly peeling beige paint before he was slammed back into it. Stefan was stronger.
"I don't want to resort to violence, but I have a lot hanging on your cooperation." A lot. Elena's life. "I will do what I have to and if that means knocking you out and throwing you in the basement with our current unwelcome resident, so help me…"
Tyler made a face at the wall. What did that mean? What the hell was happening?
Caroline took a shocked step closer to them, and frantically reaching out with her hands, "Stefan…" she reproached him, "No! You can't put him in there with Elijah. He's my friend…" The sentence petered off lamely. Tyler made another face. Elijah? Through the adrenaline induced hyperawareness, he was conscious of his phone against his back pocket. He could try to call Jules if things took a turn for the worse, but there wasn't much to do at the moment, but follow along and bide his time. He nodded jerkily as much he could with the restricting painful grip on his neck, "Ok," his voice was slightly muffled, "Ok. Ok. Fine. Let go of me. I'll listen to you." He jerked away from the vampire, as soon as he loosened the hold. "Make it quick please."
"Can we sit down maybe?" Stefan looked over towards Caroline, who gave him an irritated look but nodded, arms folded over her chest, before twirling around, blonde curls whipping in an arch behind her as she stalked off in the direction of the living room. Stefan took up the rear, blocking any means of escape. Tyler kept his head tilted guardedly over his shoulder, eyeing the unpredictable being behind him. When he dropped down onto the couch, he made sure to fall slightly on his arm.
"Ok it's best if we start from the beginning. Yes, we are the reason Vickie is dead. I did not in any way mean or want for that to end the way it did. My brother is impulsive, more so when he first came back to Mystic Falls…"
"Back?" Tyler questioned, trying to keep up with the conversation to keep Stefan's attention preoccupied. His right hand was ever so slowly inching his cell phone out of his pocket. Tyler had only just met her but in the chaos of the last few weeks he had been desperate for any support. He had put Jules' number on speed dial. The button was punched, and he just hoped she picked up.
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Meanwhile, Bonnie and Damon were pressed up against the side of the Lockwood house watching as the black van pulled up into the driveway. The keys were yanked and Mason leapt lithely to the ground, slamming the car door and striding up the front steps without missing a beat.
Bonnie crouched in front of Damon, not really sure what he had in mind when suddenly he whispered, "Now." She turned her head to look at him incredulously, "What?!"
"Go. Now!" he hissed back and shoved her forward. She fell out from the side of the house. What was Damon doing? She thought, panicking slightly. Even if she had wanted to dive back into hiding she couldn't have. Mason had already spotted her.
"What are you doing here?" he asked suspiciously, surprised by her sudden appearance. She tried not to look in Damon's direction. She was a witch. She could handle herself. She lifted her chin slightly and smiled innocently at him, "I'm one of Tyler's friends. I was wondering if you knew where he was."
He ignored her, still looking around himself and then took a couple of steps in her direction and towards the side of the house. Damon was swatting his hand in front of his face trying to get her to lead him away from his hiding spot. "How did you get here? There's no car…"
"Um..." she panicked, interrupted him and stepped quickly towards him, blocking his way forward, "My friend, Elena dropped me off. We have a project due next week and I was working with him. If he isn't here could I come up and get it... please?" She could see Damon rolling his eyes and putting his head on his knee at her bad acting. She gritted her teeth, irritated, and smiled again towards Mason. He still looking extremely suspicious, squinting sideways at her.
"I'll be really quick I swear." She said quickly. He was just starting to nod in agreement when the unexpected happened. Damon's phone went off. Bonnie froze, and Mason stopped mid-nod. "What's that?"
Before she could shout, "Just my phone," He had shoved her aside. Damon probably could have sprinted around the back of the house before Mason turned the corner, but Bonnie reacted first, shooting a hand out at him, grimacing when he yelled out and fell to the ground clutching at his head. She glared at Damon, "You never silenced your phone? What is wrong with you!?"
"Wha' s… going on." Mason groaned out between clenched teeth. Damon swiftly and efficiently knocked him out without even glancing down at the werewolf. "This works better actually." He smiled snidely at her and flipped the phone to his ear, getting to his feet, "Hello?" he said in an annoying sing song voice, and turning away from Bonnie. He suddenly swung around to look at her though, with a, "Oh hello Jenna."
Bonnie's eyes widened and she shook her head at him. "Elena?" he continued, "Nope. I haven't seen her today. Why?"