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His First Hybrid – Magister

September 16, 2010 – Portland, Oregon – Mother's Bistro & Bar

"Thank you for coming to see me, Kael; you don't realize how much this means to me." The diner/pub had been one the Warlock had chosen in destination for this prolonged meeting, and I was more than a little concerned how paranoid he was reacting to everything. Kael Sage was a young man of twenty-two, with short, fair blond hair and dark gray eyes – but said blond hair was unkempt into disarray, and gray eyes had shadowed rings around them from deprivation of sleep.

Kael's mouth peeled back into a small smile, but his lips trembled and he dropped the false expression. "I'm not sure if I regret it yet, Nora. I just – there are some things that have gone down." He spoke gradually, as if making sense of his own words as he said them. "Thank you," he exclaimed gratefully to the waiter that placed down his plate of freshly-cooked omelet.

"You are welcome," he grinned. "Can I get you two anything else?"

"A glass of your finest wine, please," I told him, cutting into my French toast with the flat edge of my fork. He raised an eyebrow at having wine in the morning with breakfast dishes, but nodded obediently and swept to regard the other tables that were under his charge. "What kind of things?" I questioned the Warlock when the waiter was out of hearing range.

"I mean, the Sages are too fearful of the Originals forthcoming wrath." Kael hadn't touched his food, and I was positive he had not planned on eating at all throughout this long-awaited talk. "Marcella called me a few days ago; she had felt guilty of not even trying to help you. I'm always outside of the compound, so I figured I can try and assist you."

"Well," I frowned and furrowed my eyebrows. "I kind of just needed some tad-bit info out of your coven's grimoires." This was inside of a vault deep into the Sage's 'compound' basement – as they liked to call it, but was actually just an oversized mansion with far too many witches and warlocks living inside.

"There are boundaries that I can't step over," Kael answered earnestly, but reached up and hooked his thumb into a golden chain around his neck. He lifted the beautifully crafted emerald stone up, which peeked over the collar of his silk white button-up shirt. "But my talisman is just as useful, and I can call upon the spirits of my ancestors for guidance."

"Will they – be willing to help me?"

"After hearing what I believe has happened to you and Niklaus Mikaelson, I believe they will tolerate my disobedience with the urge to reveal supernatural knowledge." Kael tucked his talisman back underneath his shirt, nodding in thanks as the waiter placed two wine glasses and the bottle on our table, leaving while promising to return with the bill in about ten minutes.

I was gaping at him in disbelief. "You – you know?"

"I said 'what I believe has happened' Eleanora, so it is merely an accusation. But I am certain that I can claim my guess accurate with a few spells." He poured himself a glass of the red wine, running a hand through his unruly hair before taking a few massive swallows. "But what scares the living hell out of me is the fact that Klaus has to be present as well."

"He won't hurt you, Kael; he wants to know as bad as I do."

"Yeah," he snorted spitefully. "How bad? What if I fuck this up, huh? What if I'm considered a waste of the Original's time?"

I shook my head at his aggrieved tone. "You just said you were certain of proving your guess accurate."

"Yes, I'm certain if the spirits follow my flow in direction. If they decide to get all damn moody, my talisman is the only source of power I have – I can't complete this kind of spell with it alone." He bit at his thumbnail, gray eyes flashing a strange shade of silver in the morning sunlight drafting through a window to our right. It was a trait most Sages' inherited, their unique eye color. I'd known Kael as long as I had been acquainted with Marcella, and he was almost as jumpy and spastic as her, but he was a really good Warlock. He never moved or stuttered during chanting, he was fluent in Latin and several other languages, and he was also a male.

Witches and Warlocks were different in some aspects. Witches were generally better at magic due to their passion, while males were more serene and calm, but their magic usually did not began building into their system until later then Witches, or late into their teenager years. Kael, if I remember correctly, began practicing magic at the measly age of thirteen – which meant he was powerful even if he lacked some self-confidence.

I leaned back into my seat and crossed my arms, balancing my glass on the crook of my elbow. The past two weeks had been hectic and a far too massive blur. After discovering and successfully turning Tony into a Hybrid, Niklaus had gone into a frenzy that I was uncertain of. I was supportive, but just a second hesitant. I gave him locations along with his witch contacts and would help him track down the werewolf packs, but I refused to see the betrayal and hate on my former friend's faces before Niklaus had killed them and they were changed due to the loyalty of the sire bond.

I didn't ask myself: what am I doing? Or: how can I live with myself? Being a Hybrid was more of a relief then a burden to bear. After North Dakota, there was Kansas, then Nebraska, and after Nebraska, to Minnesota. The west was a popular werewolf zone, which was for absolute reassurance.

And since I did not have to sleep like werewolves do, albeit I do enjoy taking a nap every now and then, I felt as if these fourteen days has been an infinite time loop that I was stuck in, but in reality it was not long compared to the life I had left in my immortal existence – which was, eternal, if I don't wind up dead in the long-run.

The glass of wine tasted sweet and almost stale in my mouth. "You doubt your abilities, Kael. If I call Niklaus, he will surely be pissed if you back out, understand me? So if you are going to help, this has to be a done deal." It was a fair warning for his life, if he was to get scared in the midst of Niklaus driving down the interstate, already halfway here. That would not end well for anyone.

Kael grimaced at the thought, refilling his glass halfway. "Yeah, I – I mean no, no let's do this. But your debt to the Sage is cleared, alright? No more calls on stuff you're not sure about, the Elders already don't like you enough as it is."

I smirked, mainly because his words didn't quite reach my ears. He said this now, but if I did call him or Marcella they would try and answer just out of curiosity on what I was doing or achieving. The brother and sister (twins) combo were far too interested in the outside world of the compound of their coven that they were those two misfits of their family that typically got scolded, twenty-two or not. "Yeah, whatever you say, Kael."

The waiter came with the bill in his hand, but I connected eyes with him and spoke sincerely. "I'm sorry; I already paid for our meal. You must be holding someone else's." I smiled warmly as he began apologizing for his rudeness, back-tracking into the kitchen to clear his head on how he could make such an amateur mistake. I drowned my drink and stood up, brushing off my black jeans and long-sleeved maroon red shirt. The fall weather was striking the north with a strong vengeance, but I didn't mind the cool breezes and blanket-worthy nights. "I'll call Niklaus; I assume you have made arrangements on where you will perform this spell?"

"Yeah, there's an empty warehouse on the edge of Portland. Its right north of Linnton Park, on a road called Northwest Newberry."

"Mysterious and of course near the woods," I smacked my lips together in annoyance. Pulling out my smartphone, I signaled to Kael that I would be outside of the restaurant if he needed me. I dialed a number as I stepped outside, the city around me filled with life and businessmen and women travelling to attend to their jobs and trying not to be late to their scheduled meetings.

After a few rings, a voice was heard on the other end. "Yes, Ellie? The meeting with the Sage Warlock fare well?"

"More or less," I replied honestly. "He has agreed to help us. You have to be present, though. He said that he's going to do it at a warehouse just above that Linnton Park, on a road –"

"Northwest Newberry," he answered. "Yes, I am aware on where that is located. What I am curious about is what is 'it'?"

"Truth be told, I have no idea. He said he has his own accusation on what has happened, and with a spell, he could prove it correctly. He's terrified of you, though." That was a very fervent understatement.

"What is there to not be scared of, love?" He sounded greatly amused.

" . . . Right. I'll see you soon, say in thirty minutes?"

"Make that a quarter of an hour, we have some unfinished business to attend to with an old friend, don't you say?"

I frowned at the thought of Mindy, the werewolf in residence somewhere within Portland. "Of course. See you soon." I jammed the phone into my pocket, signaling for Kael to come outside. I had taken a cab to meet the Warlock at Mother's Bistro & Bar, so I tugged myself into the passenger seat of his '07 black Chevrolet Tahoe. The road outside of Portland was winding and long, the woods embracing us on either side as he drove me to the warehouse.

I was aware of Kael's anxious actions, like his fingers drumming against the padded steering wheel cover, or him biting the edge of his lip while probably drowning himself in the cons of the situation that could unfold for the future – completely disregarding the pros. That was most Witches and Warlocks, though.

The warehouse was tall and needed to have the exterior metal replaced. Moss and rust had overran and corroded its appearance, and as I stepped outside of the Tahoe, I could faintly hear the sound of a creek and cars zooming down the main road that was not too far in the distance from here. Niklaus's sleek Lincoln Navigator was parked fluidly to the side; his slender form leaned against his door as he waited impatiently.

"So this is our Warlock," his blue eyes scanned the twenty-two year-old. "You look awfully familiar. Do you know an Oliver Sage?"

Kael immediately bristled, and dark shadows passed over his expression. "He's my father."

Niklaus seemed surprise for a split second, and then hummed casually while flicking his gaze to mine. "How convenient – that you aid our problems while intentionally knowing of your father's early demise was done by my compulsion." His eyes stayed connected to mine, and a voice slithered its way into my mind. His intentions are beyond courage acts, little Alpha. He is a Warlock, he is searching for vengeance.

I shook my head, my lips pinching together into a thin line. I knew Kael Sage, since he was eighteen and still into his awkwardly lanky stage. That's not possible. I know this guy, Niklaus. He just – he's doing this for the debt his family owes me.

Niklaus held my steady peer. Are you positive about that?

. . . I don't know. I swiveled my uncertain attention to a suddenly very nervous Kael, but I made myself believe that he was apprehensive simply from being in the Original's presence. "Y-Yes, well, a lot of people fell to that compulsion," he stammered. "I'm doing this for Nora."

"Alright then," Niklaus replied cheerfully. "What do you know about this sire bond we seem to have?" He pushed himself off of the SUV, unfolding his arms and clasping them behind his back, revealing his age was beyond normal lifespan by simple movements like that. His face was mockingly expectant, and I had a half-mind to slug him in the face – but I wasn't that stupid. If there was a chance for Kael to desire revenge for his father's fall to dark magic, then Niklaus was only fueling that urge.

"The ritual is set up inside, I'll explain everything in there."

Now it was my turn to fidget with edginess as Niklaus remained tense in his spine-chilling silence. "Perhaps you should explain your accusation first, Kael," my voice pleaded with him, because this was going to go downhill very fast and bloody if he outright refused.

Kael's eyes connected to mine, and I felt my shoulders grow heavy with disclosure. "Fuck, I'm so sorry, Nora." And then, without warning and before Niklaus could launch himself to rip out the Warlock's throat, a searing pain slammed into my head like a sledgehammer. My knees gave out as I unleashed a shrill scream, agony burning through my mind like a fire igniting internally.

Something inside of me was aware of the treason, and Niklaus falling to one knee beside me as he suffered through the spell as well. He tried to grab my ankle as Kael began dragging me inside of the warehouse, but he was far too weak from the spirits bearing down on him to make his clutch stronger. I moaned from the pain, clutching my head between my palms when Kael dropped me onto the frigid cemented floor. "What are you doing?" I growled out, clenching my eyes shut.

Kael laughed, but it was bitter and almost sad. "The sire bond you hold is called a Magister. A Master Sire Bond, basically. Your transition, which was longer than any average werewolf could last without going insane or dying internally, forced his Hybrid blood to run far too deep into your system during the transition.

Typically, all of his Hybrids have his blood in their systems, but only for a few seconds as a werewolf – which creates the sire bond connection with Niklaus's werewolf gene. But not you, yours was far too long, and so it formed a bond that went beyond that of a normal one.

A Magister allows the two users to be bonded by the mind. You can surely hear his thoughts, right? She probably knows more than you want her to know, right, Klaus?" Kael barked out a resentful laugh. I was just now becoming conscious of the fact that Niklaus had entered, albeit strained, he was attempting to mentally block the spirits from hurting him – he was failing disastrously.

"I will rip out your heart!" Niklaus roared.

Kael was not concerned of the threat. "But you see, with a Magister, it's not just the mind that's connected." The scalding agony vanished from my head, leaving a sob of relief to escape my throat as my body went slack against the dirt-layered cemented floor. I heard a scrape of something metal against the floor, and then Niklaus's fierce and primal growl, before he shouted in outrage - and then the pain hit me like a strike of lightning.

The torment situated in my chest, near my heart, tearing through my nerves and causing such an immense infliction that I almost lost consciousness for a split, unbearable second. Kael's voice was somber, and reflected his guilt. "And the connection is vice-versa, so it seems like the big bad Original Hybrid does have a weakness, doesn't he?"

"And what are you going to do, Sage?" Niklaus gritted his teeth. "Try and kill Eleanora? I hope you do, because the second you turn your back on me I am going to tear out your spine." I felt a comfort wash over me when Niklaus lugged out the pipe that Kael had impaled him with, and despite the blood coating and sticking my shirt against my skin, it began mending and healing itself without further notice.

"No, not kill you." Kael reached down and grabbed my wrist gently; soothing the skin with his slim, and unnaturally soft fingers that weren't meant to belong to a male. "Sire bonds can be broken in many altering ways, Niklaus Mikaelson, you are aware? And so, just in case you two decide this link will bring more trouble than worth, I just wanted to let you know you have no other options." He cut a malicious glare at the Original. "The Balance of Nature has decreed that Niklaus Mikaelson must and will always have a weakness at their disposal."

Kael's grip on my wrist tightened considerably, and he began whispering lowly underneath his breath, building the words slowly until he was chanting in a strong, fluent Latin. "Natura spirituum, et usque ad mortem iter est aeternum." He repeated the fast-paced words three times before the Warlock unexpectedly choked, blood dribbling from his lips, down his chin, and dripping onto my cheek and neck from his kneeling form arching above me.

He fell forwards on top of my prone body as Niklaus was revealed behind him, his hand bloody and the main organ clenched between his fingers. In his other hand he held Kael's talisman, the glowing necklace fading to a dull green as he dropped it against the cement and crushed it between his boot and the floor. I didn't feel any pain as the Latin words etched onto the skin of my wrist, sealing them as a permanent marking. I knew what the words meant, 'Nature and Spirit, bound for eternity and until death.' The Victorian-cursive was small and hardly noticeable, but it was there, and it sent a flare of panic through me.

"Such a Warlock, pity he was to be slain," Niklaus glared with distaste even with his complimenting words. "Are you alright, love?" his voice did not hold any concern, but his eyes did, if not a millisecond. Niklaus extended an arm down but when I grabbed his hand he yanked back my sleeve and examined the markings. Around the words a pentagram had formed, the tattoo had enveloped most of my right wrist. "Did he finish it?" the Original Hybrid questioned aloud.

"My head hurts," I complained with a soft groan, the sound growing when Niklaus helped me to my wobbly feet. "Dammit! I didn't – I didn't even see through it. What kind of lie detector Hybrid am I?!"

"Like I told you before, Ellie, you can never truly rely on friends when you're with someone like me."

"You actually said, 'when someone like me is after you'."

"That too. Paraphrasing, love."

"Hell, I need a drink."

September 16, 2010 – Portland, Oregon – Forest Park

"'Ey, Nora! Catch!" Daniel threw a bottle of beer at my head just as I raised a hand and agilely caught it in my left hand, sending him an irritated stare as I popped off the metal cap with just a little enhanced strength. "Something wrong, sweetheart?" He had noticed my recent brooding.

The forest around us was damp and heavily darkened by the shade of the treetops blocking the moonlight from peering in, and it assisted the headache I had pounding at my temples. "I'm fine," I snapped, "just waiting for Niklaus to get back."

"What can we say, he's a busy person," Daniel shrugged off my behavior, hopping up beside me on the hood of the Lincoln Navigator. Another annoying trait all of the other Hybrids had. Even if you said Niklaus sucked at dancing or singing, they would make up some strange excuse like he actually was good at dancing or singing, he just had a relapse or his throat was a little sore. It was ridiculous and almost made me want to tear out a few strands of hair.

I took a long swig of beer, hating the bitter aftertaste it left in my mouth. "Tony getting little Miss Sunshine?"

"Mindy isn't a bad person," he reprimanded me.

"She was a bitch as a werewolf; she's now a magnified bitch as a Hybrid."

Daniel's dark eyes flashed with amusement. "You realize you just called her a female wolf so technically –"

"Danny, stop." I swiftly cut him off from embarrassing himself, and even if it was just him and me around for the moment, even I would be humiliated by him trying to conjure up something he considered 'funny' which generally were answered with blank faces and confused stares.

"Excuse me for making a joke," he visibly pouted.

"You suck at making conversation, what makes you think you can joke?"

Daniel quickly considered my words. "Touché, Miss Gray." He leaned back on his elbows, his calculating brown eyes scanning the woods' foliage. This was the Danny that I liked, the one who was himself and comfortable in any surroundings he was placed in. It was why I had become very close friends with him a few years back, because he adjusted himself into any situation he was placed in. And God forbid the Hybrid sire bond, because he was loyal even without its existence.

When we had located Daniel in Kansas, he had been more than willing to give consent to the transformation. And since their Alpha had shown such leniency toward thinking about it, his pack had soon obediently followed in their leader's footsteps. It had actually been the easiest transitions we had yet to encounter.

"Eleanora!"

My head snapped to the direction of Niklaus's form stalking through the tree line, his face was twisted into suspicion and hostility. Follow me. He demanded coldly, walking passed us and toward the back of the Navigator. I followed him without hesitance of his request, worry in my expression. "What is wrong?" I asked when he opened the trunk and yanked out my black suitcase.

"Let us get this out of the way. You know I have been recently thinking of Mikael, correct? My father?" He placed the suitcase at my feet. "Well, that goes to say that I have been threatened of him being alive, and not dead – and that is why I came and found you very quick-like in New York. And as it turns out, Stefan Salvatore just contacted me, and told me that he had been daggered. This was confirmed by my little sister. Anything strange with this scenario?"

"Which part?" I answered incredulously.

"Precisely. Which is exactly why you are going to go ahead of me, to Mystic Falls, and report back anything that leads to my father actually being alive, understand?" He slammed the trunk closed, the lock clicking shut only moments later with an audible sound. "Take Tony's car." Niklaus's eyes connected with mine, and his sigh was heavy. "Do not underestimate the Salvatore brothers; although they are only gifted with half a wit, they make my life a living, annoying hell."

"Can you trust the confirmation from Rebekah?" I questioned him, but my words were tentative, unsure on how he would react to them. I was basically asking him if he thought of Rebekah's disloyalty to him. "I know Stefan is still under your compulsion, but he's a smart guy, he could think of some way to convince her."

Niklaus's face was set in stone, but my suspicions were confirmed. "This is why I am sending you. You tell me, if I should trust my baby sister's confirmation." He gestured to the up-to-date maroon red Toyota Camry. "For the sake of both of us, let's keep this Magister ordeal to ourselves, yes?"

I ran a hand through my curly hair, and decided that perhaps the change of scenery from the west would be a positive aspect of this. And at the mention of the Magister, my glum mood resurfaced once more. I got into the driver's side of the car, the window rolled down so I had a view of Niklaus has he partially bent forward to inspect me through the window. "Niklaus, about the Magister. I understand – if you are upset. I didn't realize what was happening –"

He interrupted me, "Ellie," he spoke sternly. His voice held no room for conversation on the topic, and I cringed internally.

"Yes?" my tone lowered with defeat.

"Be wary of Mikael."

And that was the end of that. Thank God.

September 17, 2010 – Mystic Falls, Virginia – Mystic Grill

I stretched my arms above my head as I got out of the Camry, groaning when I realized I had went that whole damn drive without even stopping once to just get to this god-forsaken small town. I studied tin green building across the road from me with interest, especially with the amount of people pouring in and out – it was a popular, and possibly only, attraction around the area.

Smelling the liquor from my poised position, I trekked across the asphalt pavement of the main road and entered the cozy demeanor of Mystic Grill. It was dim-lit and small and I enjoyed the aura the small bar/diner reflected off, it reminded me of the Southern Comfort bar in Tennessee that Ray and I used to spend hours upon hours in.

Biting on my lower lip, I strolled up to the bar of the establishment, flagging down one of the workers with a logo tee-shirt. He was pretty young to be working alcohol, but my vision zeroed in on the ketchup and mustard stains along the short apron he wore and I came to the conclusion that the staff must have been shorthanded.

"What can I get you?" The boy asked, wiping some drops of alcohol liquid from the countertop with a dish towel. His nametag read 'Matt'. Matt was a tall and had a stereotype football build, messy short fair blond hair, and quite possibly the second pair of bluest eyes I had ever seen. He looked pitifully sad, though for some reason; albeit he was trying to hide it, but I could tell by the way his shoulders sagged as if a heavy weight had descended upon him. A weight of responsibility?

"Two shots of tequila sounds lovely," I smiled at him. Deducing his age to seventeen or eighteen, I came to the conclusion that he must know Elena from school or simply from the community as a friend. "Say, do you happen to know a Stefan Salvatore?" My smile widened into a grin as the muscles in Matt's shoulders stiffened considerably. "I'll take that as a yes. And, since I know that means you're on vervain, how about you call him for me?"

Matt revolved on his foot, steely gaze imploring my soft olive eyes. "Who are you?" he demanded forbiddingly.

"Well, that is no way to speak to customers. I know Stefan. I'm a friend."

"Well, you probably will not want to be his friend after seeing the asshole –"

"What?" I interrupted, coyly. "Being compelled by Niklaus Mikaelson? Yeah, he can be a bit unfair at times. My boss has a mean streak." I propped my chin on my elbow in thought, studying thoroughly as his blue eyes grew wide with alarm. "Relax. I'm not here to kill anyone, that is the last thing I would resort to." I sighed half-heartedly. "But I'm kind of hungry, so tell Stefan to drive over the speed limit," I winked.

I have to admit, as I watched Matt practically trip over his feet attempting to get to the cordless business phone for the Grill, playing the bad guy was kind of fun. Of course, I wasn't actually going to kill anyone (I am starving), but little human Matt did not know that. After receiving my request of two tequila shots from a barmaid, I sent her a thankful smile as I drowned the alcohol in a span of three seconds. It burned briefly, but it was more soothing then uncomfortable.

"I would call you werewolf since that is what you requested, but since I know your name, Eleanora," someone occupied the seat beside me, and I glanced over and smirked at the young vampire. His expression was not jovial, though, in fact, if looks could kill – I was on the receiving end of one right now. "What are you doing here? In fact, how could you even show yourself to me after you bit Elena?"

"She bit Elena?!" Matt exploded, but was silenced by Stefan's cold glare.

"Stefan," I cried in surprised horror, "I was deathly sick! How could Niklaus and you leave me with a human?!" I suddenly burst into laughter, but it was sharp and overall bitter. "Oh, wait – that's right, I forgot, you failed to mention to Niklaus that the doppelgänger was in your fetish liquor pantry." I shrugged nonchalantly. "And so, me being curious, I was delighted to discover your lost lover, and then lose my mind and attack her mercilessly – but no worries, Stef, whoever was with Elena killed me and her blood also cured me!"

"A short-lived tale," Stefan quipped sarcastically. "The ending was meant to be where Damon snapped your neck."

"So dramatic, Stefan – my ending is not going to be but for a long time." My eyes flashed molten gold in his direction, and the young vampire's face darkened with animosity. "And you see, this works – you are Niklaus's bitch, and I am Niklaus's right hand woman, because let's face it, women get the job done."

Your feisty attitude is highly attractive, Ellie.

Why thank you.

Niklaus's voice hummed in my head. You can stop threatening Stefan. I know you are trying to detect deceit, but you will not gain it from him. Go find Tyler Lockwood and tell him I want the homecoming dance to be moved to his mansion. Flood the gym to set the hook, line, and sinker for that deal, understand?

I slyly inclined forward and pressed a disarming kiss against Stefan's cheek, but it was more mocking than anything else. "Remember, we're partners here," I smirked as his head jerked back with revolt. "Don't be so shy, Stefan. And remember, if there is a coup d'état occurring around here, I will know about it, which means Niklaus will definitely know about it. So let us not spoil the homecoming dance, yeah?" I slid off of my bar stool, my boot balancing on one of the rungs as I clicked my tongue in sudden thought. "Just remember I bite," I advised in a whisper near his ear.

Uh, being evil is exhaustion, how do you do it? I chuckled mentally, waving too enthusiastically to a bemused Stefan and Matt.

Shut up, Ellie. Just do as I asked.

Why, of course. One question: why do you want to move this dance? Do you fancy being the Homecoming King? My fake British accent was terribly incorrect and a winced, vowing silently to never do that again as long as I shall live.

Niklaus agreed. That was horrendous, Ellie. He chuckled, but it soon faded. They think they have moved a few steps above me, Eleanora, but I am to prove them wrong. This will be done my way.

I found a few straggling teenagers lounging outside around the tables that had been set up outside of Mystic Grill for the people enjoyed the sun more, and I kindly (compelled them) where I can find a Mr. Tyler Lockwood. Most of them did not know for certain, but they explained to me that he should be with his girlfriend, Caroline Forbes - who was decorating the Homecoming dance outside of the school in the parking lot.

I thanked them, and ended up resulting to using my enhance smell to locate the Hybrid that had been created second to me. From my knowledge he hadn't even been a werewolf hardly a month before being transitioned into a Hybrid, and by God, he probably had no self-control whatsoever. When I found Lockwood, he was kissing Caroline goodbye by her car, saying that he would meet her here at the dance tonight.

I waited until Caroline was out of vampire hearing range with her car, observing Tyler as he fished his set of keys out of his jean pocket. He was about eighteen years of age with narrow features, dark chocolate brown hair and matching wide eyes. He definitely looked like he belonged being a Hybrid, that much was certain. I promptly appeared at Tyler's left so suddenly he dropped his key's to the ground, the metal clattering as they connected.

"Jesus Christ!" He yelled, his expression startling for someone who was supposed to have a sixth sense or something. The first thing he noticed was the fact that I was perched atop of the hood of his black '71 Buick GS, in which he scoffed annoyingly at. "Who the hell are you? Get off my car." Men and their vehicles, I resisted rolling my eyes at his irritated tone.

"Come now, Tyler, can't you feel a connection between us?" My eyes shifted to their Hybrid signature, and he almost instantaneously visibly relaxed at my presence. Ah yes, Mr. Tyler Lockwood was a house-trained dog after all. "Niklaus has ordered you to move the dance to your mansion; you think you can do that for him?" It wasn't even considered bribery from Tyler, everything he expected from Niklaus was teddy bears and hugs – ridiculous.

"Um, why –"Tyler blinked at my interruption on his day, and the sudden demand to do-away with everything he had suffered for that day with Caroline.

"He wants to throw a party for Mystic Falls, Tyler! Does he need a reason to celebrate for making more Hybrids? Just move it there," I grinned easily as his defiant frown melted. "Come on, we deserve a little party after those full moons, right?"

"Yeah, but I would need a reason to move a Homecoming dance –"

I cut him off again, absently waving my hand in a don't-worry-about-it gesture. "I have that covered. Just begin making the transfer, okay?" I glided off of the glossily waxed hood, stagnant in front of Tyler as I brushed some specks of glitter off of his tee-shirt. "You make a pretty good Hybrid, Tyler Lockwood, theoretically to Niklaus you were his first." For most males, feed those useless compliments and they shall comply.

"Thanks," he flashed me a short smile. "Can I leave?"

"Right, yeah. Just make this party happen, pretty boy. Hey, invite a band! Everyone likes music." I retreated to the opening of the gymnasium, widening my eyes at the amount of colorful streamers and other bright objects that was a vital headache to even glimpse at. I whistled casually as I made my way to the locker rooms of the gym and around the bend to the girl and boy showers.

It was effortless enough to tear out the pipes on the showers, and them having been on and running, the floor began layering inches with the soapy liquid within minutes. I repeated the process with the men's shower room and hummed with content at my handiwork.

I had a distinct feeling tonight was going to be a long night.