No One's POV

"You're back unusually early. I expected you to be gone at least till dinner time. Is everything alright, love?" Niklaus questions lightly, walking into the foyer to greet his best friend, and although his tone was light, it was still genuinely curious.

"Ask Elijah. He can explain. I'm going for a jog." Brooklyn replies airily, not bothering to answer Niklaus' questions, merely breezing past him to get outside, already changed into workout clothes, having not even bothered to bring in her shopping things; which was quite unusual for Brooklyn, typically she spent hours reorganizing her closet after a shopping spree, she was a bit OCD like that.

"I don't like the sound of that, my Little Wolf." Niklaus frowns, his expression darkening subtly, his arms now crossing in front of his chest as if to appear larger or more intimidating.

"It's really nothing. Like I said, ask 'Lijah." Brooklyn responds again, Elijah just now coming into the foyer, said shopping bags in hand.

"Ask me what?" Elijah questions, placing the bags in the entryway, his expression now curious.

"Nik's just being nosey. Thanks for bringing my bags in, Elijah. That was very thoughtful." Brooklyn smiles at the older Mikaelson.

"Ah, not so fast, darling." Niklaus tsks, flashing in front of his best friend, his hand catching her arm. "Something happened and I would like to know. How I know this you may ask? Well, because I know you, my Little Wolf. And normally when you get home from an all-day shopping spree you immediately lock yourself in your room, spending hours, carefully, meticulously, and dare I say, obsessively and a bit tyrannically, untagging and re-organizing your vast, overflowing wardrobe. Yet, this time you didn't even bother to bring your own bags in, leaving my dear brother, your most recent pack mule, to do the heavy lifting. So explain. And don't you dare try to avoid the topic." Niklaus points, his gaze darkening subtly as he looks at Brooklyn.

"Fine," Brooklyn huffs. "The Bennett Witch was at the mall. She wanted to talk, ask questions, so we talked. Except she wanted information I was unwilling to give, mainly pertaining to your supposed 'hold' over me, or something ridiculous like that, and a spell and the power to subdue you. I got pissed, threatened her, she got all haughty and 'high horse-ish', all but flat out challenging me, convinced she could actually over power me. I got annoyed, then she decided to really piss me off and attack Elijah. I stopped her, got even more pissed, and then she tried some other minor spell, and I got even, broke a few bones, made my point. Long story short she made an enemy. Okay, happy now? Good. Now I'm going for a jog." Brooklyn finishes off abruptly, already feeling her temper rise, her magic threatening to boil over, shifting beneath her skin.

"Wait- what? I don't think so. We're not done with this conversation." Niklaus shakes his head, his eyes darkening with even more anger.

"Actually, we are done with this conversation. I'm still a little pissed off right now and unless you would like me to demolish and restructure your house I suggest you let go of my arm, Nik." Brooklyn growls.

"We'll talk about this later."

"No, Nik. I got my retaliation, I got even. This is my battle. Let me fight it." Brooklyn tells Niklaus.

"Very well, my Little Wolf." Niklaus finally accepts, his expression lightening, but only a fraction; though no doubt there was going to be some mayhem and murder, Brooklyn was sure of it.

"Good. Now, I'll leave you two to brood some more and plot evil schemes. I'm going for a jog. Be back in a little bit." Brooklyn waves off.

The country scenery flashes by, the flow of upbeat music bopping through Brooklyn's ipod, finally leaving Brooklyn feeling relaxed, the remaining tension leaving her body.

"I'm so sorry." A male voice says, a hand suddenly being offered to help her off the ground.

"It's fine. No harm done." Brooklyn replies back.

"Guess I wasn't watching where I was going. I must be more distracted than I thought." The person says, looking a bit sheepish and offering an apologetic smile, his gaze careful not to directly meet hers or hold too long, as to a wolf it would mean a direct challenge of authority or of an alpha, something his wolf clearly picked up even if he didn't understand it consciously. "I uhh- I'm Tyler by the way. Tyler Lockwood."

"Don't worry about it. It happens. I'm Brooklyn Emerson. It's nice to meet you, Tyler."

"Yeah, likewise. So, uh, you- uh, you new in town? I haven't seen you around before." Tyler questions nervously, not doubt his inner wolf unsure how to react to the presence of a wolf such as Brooklyn's, one far more dominate, strong, and powerful.

"Yeah. Well, fairly new anyways. I've been here a few weeks. Just visiting." Brooklyn responds, keeping her tone light and easy.

Brooklyn saw no immediate threat in the newbie wolf, or rather newbie hybrid, being that she could smell vampire and wolf in his blood. If anything Tyler's wolf would try to appease mine, less dominate wolves instinctively bowing to and willing to please a more dominate wolf, and her being an Alpha Wolf only intensifying that instinct.

She did wonder, however, if it was a coincidence that she was meeting him; after all, she knew he was friends with the Scooby gang.

"Oh, welcome to Mystic Falls then." Tyler offers, giving Brooklyn a tentative smile.

"I haven't really gotten a nice welcome yet. So thank you." I reply warmly.

"Yeah. Of course. I mean- It's nothing. Uhh- You're welcome." Tyler replies, a light redness appearing to his face as he rubs the back of his neck nervously.

"So, you know, I haven't really gotten to see much of Mystic Falls. At least outside of downtown. I enjoy jogging and I've been hoping to explore the country side and forests a bit more. I've heard there's a lot of history. Suggestions to point me towards?" Brooklyn questions casually, leaving an open invitation for Tyler to continue the conversation if he wished.

"Yeah, there is. I could- if you want that is- I could show you? I uhh, I was just about to head that way on my jog." Tyler offers.

"That'd be really nice, Tyler. I'd enjoy that."

"Really? I mean- yeah. Sure, cool." Tyler nods.

"Well- shall we then? Lead the way. I just have to be back in an hour or so. But we can always go some other time too." Brooklyn gestures, amused at the typical young, inexperienced, eager to please, and desperate for approval, wolf behaviour Tyler was showing, so drastically different than the picture her best friend painted of the arrogant, rebellious, belligerent, Tyler Lockwood.

"Yeah, sure. Uh- let's go then." Tyler says, shifting nervously once more before picking up a jogging pace, instinctively falling in step, staying just a step or two behind Brooklyn's side rather than standing equal.

Jogging around the old Lockwood manor and old home of the Salvatore family, soon Tyler and Brooklyn are parting ways, after swapping numbers that is, and Brooklyn is on her way home to the Mikaelson mansion.

"Elijah, Nik… Finn? I'm back." Brooklyn calls, footsteps coming towards the living room.

"How was your run?" Elijah asks, turning to look up from his book where he sits on the couch.

"It was good. Ran by the old Lockwood property and the old Salvatore manor." Brooklyn breathes out, still catching her breathe.

"Hmmm." Elijah nods, turning his full attention towards his mate.

"What'd you two do? Plot more evil plans?" Brooklyn teases, plopping herself down on the couch next to Elijah.

"A deal actually. With the Salvatores. To retrieve the remaining White Oak." Niklaus replies.

"Oh, I'm sure that went well. Especially after today." Brooklyn rolls her eyes.

"I'm quite confident they'll accept. It's an offer they can't turn down." Niklaus shrugs, swishing his drink casually in his hand.

"What's that, you'll kill yourself? Because let's be honest here, Nik. They're gunning for your blood, and that's about the only thing that will appease them." Brooklyn snorts again, pointing out bluntly the reality of things.

"I'm indestructible, love. So it's a pipe dream of theirs. They'll have to learn to live with the disappointment." Niklaus says casually, flourishing his hand dramatically.

"Yeah, we'll they're also stupid." Brooklyn points out.

"I suppose they are. Well, I'm not too concerned." Niklaus shrugs nonchalantly.

"Elijah…" Brooklyn comments slowly, her face turning towards the Mikaelson patriarch. "What are you doing?" She questions, his head having slowly inched closer to her neck.

"Are you… Are you trying to sniff me?" She questions.

"No." Elijah immediately responds, straightening up from where he had leaned slightly closer to his mate, his inner vampire having noticed that his mate did not smell like herself, or him; something was wrong, she smelled like another.

"Really?" Brooklyn raises a brow.

"You smell like a wolf." Elijah finally answers, looking a bit pained to admit that he had been attempting to scent her.

"I am a wolf, Elijah." Brooklyn deadpans. "So yeah, I'm probably going to smell like one."

"No, another wolf. A vampire too. One of my brother's monstrosities." Elijah rumbles, looking decidedly disgruntled about the entire thing.

"Oh, yeah. Well I ran into Tyler Lockwood on my jog. Nothing to worry about though."

"The Lockwood boy is back? So, the Prodigal Son returns. His little impromptu run away act was not appreciated." Niklaus muses, his gaze having watched his brother interact with his best friend with no little amount of amusement itself. "Be careful, love. Tyler is a bit unruly and hot tempered. He is one of my hybrids, but there is no lost love there. He tends to like to try my patience and side with the enemy."

"Probably cause you are an ass half the time. I've seen how you treat your little minion hybrids." Brooklyn comments with an eye roll.

"I'm their Alpha. They should love me, serve me. They are indebted to me. Surely you understand, keeping the order and all." Niklaus smirks.

"Right…" Brooklyn rolls her eyes sarcastically. "I'll be careful, Nik. Promise. But you don't have to worry."