Mikael POV

I watched the boy come at me, lower growl built in his chest as his golden-colored eyes as his hand more into the paws of the wolf. He seemed more in tune with his hybrid form and he moved with the rapid speed of a vampire.

Power and fury built in my chest as I slammed my fist down on his body and I didn't stop until I felt his skull begin to cave in from the power of my blows. Slamming my leg into his chest I could hear his howls of pain but he stood up for pulling himself off the ground. He had the fury and fighting spirit that his father never had.

His gaze burned with hatred as he pulled his fist to his face leaving his chest exposed at least that's what I thought but the one that I got to close he shifted his center of gravity and slammed his fist down on my cheek with all of his power. But even then it felt like a flinching blow.

"You have more spirit than your father boy. But in the end, you will watch your bastard daddy die before you do." Disgust and revulsion rushed over me, at the very thought of the boy in front of me.

Blood burst from his mouth as he doubled over in pain but even then I could see the flames burning in his eyes. He wasn't going to give up no matter what, in fact, there was almost a desperate need in his eyes. Like he wasn't going to back down, no matter what happens, that was definitely not like his father who took pleasure in killing. I would end that boy if it was the last thing that I did.

A smug smile pulled at my lips as I watched him moaning and groaning in pain the way that he was curled over on the floor brought paired to my heart as I grinned like a fool. I knew that within a few hours he would be on his way home he would see the mess that this little boy left behind and he would go insane.

"Why do this? Dad didn't choose to be born in wedlock any more then I did, grandpa it's not fair, why to do this to me?" The bastard boy spoke with a pain laced voice. As beads of sweat dripped down his face as he looked up and his matted black. Brown eyes were locked on me as I felt a small twinge of pity for the boy before me. He didn't know any better but he had to die. It was that simple.

I leaned against the smooth rock wall while the moist air sat heavily in my lung as my shirt clung tightly to my chest. Katrina walked up behind me, a smug smile on her face as Tyler's lips curled in disgust.

"You bitch you are the reason that all of this was happening was he ever in London!!" Outrage burned in his voice as his eyes flashed gold and hate flared in his sneer as Kathrine happily walked over to him. There was a smugness to his tone that didn't sit right with me. I would not have said a thing to her though as I watched her stalk into the cave. A magical boundary spell was put on to keep werewolves in but let others leave freely.

"Little boy you might be the son of an original but you can't beat me. I have 500 years on your '' The triumph look fluttered onto Tyler's face as he glared at her forcing shivers down my spine in this light he looked murderous in the moonlight. In this light he looked more like his father then I was willing to bear. Rage and hate built with me holding my breath like a dam waiting to burst forth.

"I don't need to be older than you to win the fight. You can't kill me until my dad dies first and let's be honest Katrina. I'm a hybrid I don't need to fight you to win, all it takes is one like wolf bite and my father is the only one that knows the cures." That cheeky little brat I watched his eyes to flash gold with power as his fangs elongated as I watched her blood spill from her neck as her bones crunch and her flesh ripped. Tyler dug his teeth deep into her skin before ripping back with a sly grin on his face.

Overwhelming rage and fury filled my body as I started to beat him until he was reduced to a bloody mess. I beat him until blood dripped from my knuckles but even then he didn't whine out like some whipped cur.

He wouldn't give me the satisfaction of hearing him cry but that made me feel a small sense of pride that this boy wasn't weak, not like his father. I didn't see the hate in his eyes because they were swollen shut. I could smell his fear and his heartbeat was weak but even then I could sense his defiance.

Katrina was clinging to her neck gasping with panic and fear as her eyes were wide with terror her hand was gripping to the red soaping mess of her collar bone and neck. I knew that she was wishing that she never came into the cave. Darkness swallowed me threatening to take her over as she looked down to the broken skin. The haggard picture wounds stared back at me as the seeping crimson fluid dripped onto the cave floor.

The sight of her blood forced a deep-seeded hunger to begin to build in my chest as my throat felt like it was on fire. My tongue felt heavy in my mouth as I glared at her blood. I knew better than to drink it because I knew that the taste of the venom would make me more delirious. Instead, I turned my attention to Tyler, his blood flooded my nose as I grinned at him crumpling form.

Taking in a deep breath I walked more to him. He didn't whimper or move away from my touch; he just sneered at me. His lips are fat and bruised and they ached. I could tell his tender skin was blackening from pain as bubbling blood slipped out of a large gash mark that rested on his right arm. Pulling him close to my best he tried to fight from my grasp.

But I simply glared at him and a smugness filled my chest as I stared at him hungrily, his eyes began to darken with rage and hate. "Do it!!" he roared at me with a fury that I could taste. Snapping my jaws down on his arm he screamed out in agony as his warm blood flushed against my lips. Niklaus better get here before I drain him dry. Then again only ripping his heart out would kill him so he is an endless blood bag.