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"Tyler, stop!" I said throwing him across the room and into the mirror. The sound of glass shattering and falling pieces sounded in the room as he hit on impact. I hadn't meant to hurt him, but I had to make a point. "Yes, you're strong, but we're stronger. You can't go after him, calm down."

"The hell I won't!" he said getting up and brushing shards off him. There were some pieces no bigger than my pinky sticking out, but he hadn't seemed to notice. I, on the other hand, took a step back from the seductive smell of his blood. "You tell me this guy abused you, made you do what he wanted, then practically turned you?" He took a step towards me. "Caroline, I'm going to beat his ass, vampire or not."

The other day I'd told Tyler that I wasn't the only vampire in town. He was calm about it and listened without interruptions, something he rarely did. He didn't know about the drama behind it all, only that Catherine had turned me. By the end, he figured out that Damon and Stefan were vampires… I couldn't handle lying to him anymore; I had to tell him the truth.

Bonnie and I were on speaking terms, finally, but she was more concerned about her gifts. My main worry was when Damon realized Tyler knew about the rest of us. It was my job to watch him, lie to him, to make sure he thought I was the ONLY vampire in town. I couldn't do it anymore.

It all began in my room when Mom had left for work and Tyler came over. We were watching Underworld: Rise of the Lycans when he began running his fingers up and down my arm. "We aren't even fifteen minutes in, and already you're making moves on me?" I asked.

We were lying comfortably on my bed and I snuggled closer to him, enjoying the way he held me. "No, just trying to get your attention." My body trembled from his deep voice that vibrated against my back.

"Not that hard considering whenever you walk into a room, I can't help but admire your as…sets," I said making him chuckle. His fingers began roaming to my back down to the top of my jeans and landed on my rear.

"I admire your…assets as well." I turned to him, the movie no longer on my mind, and propped myself up on my elbows. I gave him a playful glare but he ignored it as his head leaned into my neck and began pressing his lips against me like flowers on a lake. "I have a couple of questions," he said between kisses.

"And those are?" I hated that he could make my voice whisper like a small moan. Luckily my mom, the craftiest Sherriff in Mystic Falls, wasn't home to see or hear her daughter.

"You said that you weren't the only vampire in town." His lips traveled up to my ear and he brushed my blonde locks away with a gentle tuck from his soft fingers. "And that you dated one of them? I know it wasn't Stefan." He nipped my lobe a few times, making my canines come out from the small pleasure it gave. "So was it Damon, or is there someone else I'm missing?"

"Tyler," I said. I didn't want to get into that. I can't believe I mentioned that I was in a relationship with a vampire. I did it to show off, that I knew more than him about interspecies relationships and how they didn't work out. Of course, the macho man he was, Tyler couldn't, better yet wouldn't, let it go.

"Just tell me about it. Was it like us?" he moved away from my neck to look me in the face. The tv was a small noise in the background and his eyes were smoldering in the darkened room. "Did you love him?"

"What?" I shouted sitting up, immediately alert. "Love him? No, I loathed him." The only reason why I tolerated being around Damon now, was for Elena. But I hadn't gotten into that with Tyler yet. One thing at a time.

"Then why were you with him?" Tyler asked, ignoring my fit of rage. He looked at me with those dark curious eyes, waiting for me to explain.

"Because I was a human. I didn't realize he was a genuinely horrible guy. I was stupid and ignorant."

"Why didn't you get out of it?" I bit my lip, thinking how to phrase the next sentence. I promised myself that I wouldn't lie to Tyler anymore, but I knew this part of my life would piss him off.

"Well, because it was Damon."

"So you did love him." He laughed to himself as though it were obvious. The space between us lengthened as he leaned back and ran his hand through his hair, a quirk I admired when he was anxious about something. "You wouldn't have stayed if you were unhappy."

"I didn't love him Tyler, he…" Why couldn't I be brave, like Bonnie, and face my fears, or at least finish a sentence.

"He's not the one who turned you, so why can't you talk about him?" He turned my face to meet his gaze then let go of my chin. "Why is he on your I-hate-list?"

I sighed. "He had me in his hold, I was Compelled to be with him." My voice trailed off as the words seemed to sink in. Tyler got off from the bed and began pacing.

"Compelled, how. Did he make you—did he make you DO things?" He ran his fingers through his hair, the hair that always held that musky sweet scent.

I shook my head, knowing I should have changed the subject, or attacked him with my tongue earlier.

I grabbed the remote of the bedside table and turned off the movie that we stopped paying attention to. As if reading my mind, Tyler turned on the headlight and it illuminated the room. He began to walk back and forth on my carpet as I told him the rest of the story.

"I'm gonna kill him," Tyler said when I finished. He grabbed his jacket and stalked to my bedroom door.

With my swift speed, I ran in front of him and gave him a small push back. "No, you're not."

"You went to bed, fearing for your life Caroline, among other things. Damon Salvatore is dead." He tried walking past me, but I shoved him again.

"Tyler, please, just calm down and think rationally." I placed my hands on either side of his face, hoping he would listen. "This was months, almost a year ago. He's changed and I'm in love with an amazing guy who makes me happy."

"Doesn't change the fact for what he's done," he said moving my hands. Did he not hear me say 'amazing guy' and 'in love' within the same sentence? We finally admitted our true feelings for each other day and yet he still didn't listen. "And he hasn't changed. I can take him."

"Tyler, I'm stronger than you and Damon has been around for hundreds of years. He's capable of much worse. "

"How can you expect me to do nothing after what you just told me?"

"Stop being thick headed and calm down!" I yelled back. One thing I learned about Werewolves was they got mad real fast, and Tyler didn't want to cool off.

So I proved my point when he tried to walk past me again. "Tyler, stop!" I threw him across the room and into the mirror. The sound of glass shattering and falling pieces sounded in the room as he hit on impact. "Oh, Tyler, I'm sorry."

Some pieces were stuck in his shoulder and after a small hesitation, I went over to help while ignoring the seductive smell of his blood. I hadn't meant to throw him that hard, I just had to show him that we were stronger. He glared at me while I pulled some shards out and put them in the trash nearby. The want to lick my fingers made my mouth water from the red juice that stuck on them, but I refrained, something Tyler should learn.

We both got up, me to make sure he wouldn't leave, and him, trying to leave.

"You can't go after him, calm down."

I glanced at the frame that once held my mirror and frowned. It was as if the thought of seven years bad luck didn't faze him. I, on the other hand, would have to buy a new one before mom noticed or decided to care. "You tell me this guy abused you, made you do what he wanted, then practically turned you?" He took a step towards me. "Caroline, I'm going to beat his ass, vampire or not."

It took him moments to heal after everything was taken out and I led him to the foot of the bed to sit down. "Tyler, you know lots of things about me, but not everything. This is something that is tucked in my past that I've moved on from and will continue to do. I want to you too, too."

He didn't say anything for a while until he grabbed my hand in his. His pulse finally went back to normal compared to the rash beating it just went through. "I can still take him you know. You don't realize how strong us Wolves are."

"You're right. But let's play nice with the other Vamps," I said before kissing him.

The spice, the drama, the tantalizing want! Please click on the review button and say which you think this chapter has more of or whatever else your opinion may be. And sidenote, I had a couple people ask that one of the chapters be in Tyler's POV. If ya REALLY want it, I will ask at least…SEVEN people(one more r&r from the last ch.) to say so before I post the next chapter up (which will either be the end of this week or the beginning of next), and I'll squeeze it somewhere in here. Thank you(!), until next time…. ; )