Ansel POV

"He is going to lose his shit" The soft murmuring of Derek filled my ears. His Irish ancient rolled off his lips as he spoke in a lower tone to Mason and me. As we ran at a blinding speed the whole world seemed to slow as we blurred through the streets. The crisp air sat heavily in my lungs as my chest threatened to start heaving from exhaustion. Niklaus looked panicked as he ran just ahead of us. Bright icy fear was slamming into his heart and blooming into his now jaded and almost murderous eyes. Toxic blue waves were rolling on his tense and rigid form not once did he look back to make sure that we were following him.

I knew that he was scared that there was something wrong with Ty. He feared that Tyler had been taken and as we took the flight back and got no word from Ty that only egged on his paranoia and hysteria. I knew that he wouldn't rest until he saw his son. I couldn't fault him for that there were nights that I couldn't sleep with Mikael out there hunting Niklaus. When he came up to have a permanent resident in New Orleans, I went down there three to four times a week to make sure that he was alright. He hated that I hovered over him and now he was doing the same thing.

Taking in a heavy breath Mason spoke in a low voice making sure that his alpha lost in a storm of emotions didn't hear him. "Easy you better be carefully Derek he isn't the best at temper control and with his wolf side amplifying his vampire side, this isn't going to be getting any better." They both spoke so casually like they didn't have a care in the world and that didn't sit right with me. They need to be careful with his temper. Taking in a deep breath I watched Nik he looked ready to explode.

I wasn't so sure that I wanted to have Carol around him if there was something wrong with Tyler then she might not live through the night. There were this sinking and cold feeling of trepidation running over me as the air grew tense. So, tense that I could have cut it with a long sword.

The massive white mansion came into view as the bright blue and red flashing lights of the police car painted the once bright white walls. Instantly my heart leaped into my throat as I could think of one thing only. Tyler. Who else could warrant action like this except for the son of the mayor?

I felt my eyes begin to widen with doubt. How could he have known that this was going to happen? Here I was pushing this all off to be just another bout of insanity with my son but instead, he was right this whole time. The thought did nothing to calm me down and in fact, it made me panic even further. He wasn't going to stop until Tyler was found and was safe.

Niklaus looked manic as I looked over to a woman dressed in a police khaki and a pullover green jacket. Taking in a long heavy breath I watched Niklaus come to a stop with Mason and Derek flanking him. The once carefree air about them came to an end, both had critical eyes scanning every inch of the ground as if they were looking for some kind of clue that would lead them back to Tyler. Mason looked just a bit frantic. I could see his emotions peaking out past his blank mask.

Sure, he just found out that Tyler was never his nephew by blood but that didn't erase the bonds that the two of them built together. I knew that this was going to be just as bad for Mason as it is going to be for my son. I can only hope that Derek will be able to keep them both in line with level heads.

I knew that they weren't going to leave his side, not after seeing this mess, I walked behind them taking in the hushed whisper about dead people and missing children. Damn them! I told him to keep the peace and do this. I wouldn't stop Niklaus from killing them a fourth time in fact if anything happened to Ty, I would help Niky kill them.

Walking into the foyer I could see Carol and her hand were gripping tightly to a square crystal glass with a brown liquid resting in it. I knew that it had to be brandy, the guilt that shimmers in her deep blue eyes forced a sad smile to put at my lips. Her eyes were crazed, there were black bags resting just below her eyes and I could see the fear filling them quickly as I noticed how sickly and clammy her skin looked. The moment that she looked to Nik there was this change of expression. Her eyes were no longer crazed but eerily and calm. Was she being compelled?

"What happened!" Niklaus roared with paternal fury and his eyes flashed gold and his fingers dug so deeply into the tender skin of his palm that I watched as crimson blood slipped from his palms and onto the ground. Derek stood at his side stiff but there was this both calming and commanding presence about him. He had a large callous hand resting on Nik's shoulder with a tender yet firm grip.

Running a smooth hand along Nik's back I could sense the tension plaguing his muscles as he began to ease up with worry shining in his I knew my son better than he wanted to admit so I knew that he was dangerously close to either crying or killing something and knowing him he would choose to kill every time.

He snapped his head back to look at me. I could see the fury in his eyes as if he knew what I was thinking but this broken and almost tender look started to form in his eyes as the rage began to dissipate. A thick layer of emotion and moisture formed in his eyes instead and I knew that it was only a matter of time before he started to cry

But a thick and raspy voice that I knew belonged to Carol began to fill my ears as I watched her lips tremble with terror and uncertainty. "I didn't know who he was. He told me that he had a concern about the town, so I let him in then he told me that he was here to kill you and Tyler. He had a girl with him. She looked like Elana, but she said that her name was Kathrine. They took Ty, Nik you have to get him back he said that he is going to make him watch you die before killing him."

Her voice began to rise in volume as terror spilled out onto her face, her brows were furrowed as her lips were trembling as her breaths came out in ragged pants. Nik on the other hand was not shaking. I could feel the way that his muscles were begging to constrict like he was working power in his muscles so that he could hit her.

"You stupid fucking bitch you let him take my pup I should fucking slit your throat hell..." He tried to fight against the hold of the three of us, he kept fighting us as I noticed his rage taking over his grief. He was really about to kill her, deprived in every word as a murderous red wave of hate and blood lust rippled down his shoulders pulling at his feet.

But Carol beat us all to the punch, something clicked in her eyes and I could only watch as a flash of silver came across my eyes. I watched her pull a massive butcher's blade sticking it deep into her heart. Her eyes widened when she doubled almost like she wasn't aware of what was going on. Her eyes were brimming with fear as wet tears streak her creamy white cheeks. I knew at that moment that she was compelled to kill herself.

Shock and awe-filled my body the same feeling that I expected to see in Niklaus' face or at the very least some kind of emotion or expression that resembled a form of grief. I thought that he might be roaring with rage instead there was a look of almost joy in his eyes though it only lasted for a moment before he started to grow more erratic.

I moved swiftly to her side, wet gasps and short pants filled my ears as I looked at the crumbling and dying women blowing me. Niklaus' raspy thick voice was cold and murderous as he spoke in a low tone.

"Leave her father I don't care what happened to her, this is the fourth time that she put his life in danger. Let her die, father. I mean that" Commanding and cold his voice echoed in my ears and while I didn't like her it was more than a little startling to hear my son say that about the mother of his child.

I gave him a cold stare as her wet echo gasps filled my ears and the chief rushed in the room; her popping blue eyes were locked on the sight before her as she screamed shrill and raspy as if seeing her dead friend was more than she could bear.

"Take care of her body sheriff when she takes her last breath she stabbed herself right in the heart she won't be living for long. Mason, Derek let's go pay the vampires a little visit" His tone was cold, and meaning I couldn't live my sons could be so callous but I knew that he never truly loved Carol. The only thing that he had his mind on was his son.

Damon POV

The shadows danced along the walls as the orange flames licked against the logs forcing the scent of ash to fill my nose as black smoke rose up through the stone chimney. The sight helped to put me at ease as a smile pulled at my lips. I'm sure that by now Kathrine has found Michael.

We would get rid of Klaus and that would be the end of it. We of course would have killed Tyler too; both of his fathers were dead; there is no way that he was ever going to let that go. He is a fucking Mikelson after all and his bite is lethal. I'm sure that he said no killing at the time, but he wasn't the same little wolf that Elana knew as a child.

She didn't want us to harm Tyler, but she would be out of her mind if she thought that we were going to live after murdering his second father. I knew that it was a risk, but it was one that I was willing to take for all of our sakes. I didn't care if she hated me. It was better than all of us being killed. Even a stake through the heart won't kill him. I would be an idiot if I let him walk around here free as a bird.

The soft early creak of the front door opening filled my ears as I looked over to the door expecting to see Elena. I knew that it couldn't be Stefan because he was sleeping soundly in his bed. Even now I could hear his soft breasts as he slept.

But there was a shift in the air and the blood that I smell through the pulsing heart that boomed in my ears like a native American war drum didn't belong to Elena. In fact, there was almost something similar about the heartbeat. I snapped my head back to see who it was and in a flash, there was a man standing before me not ones that I would ever believe I was seeing.

"How are you not dead?" I looked at a man with a sharp and strong jawline with a black stool and bright blue eyes that were locked on me flashing gold as hate-filled them. I watch the black lines forming under the bags of his eyes. I knew that he had to be a hybrid but how I had killed him long before Klaus came to town. There is no way that he brought this man back from the dead. If they could then his husband wouldn't still be dead, a dangerous chuckle left Mason's lips as he sensed my confusion and terror.

Fear settled deep into my chest as I glared at him, his hand gripped tightly to my throat as he shrugs his shoulder like it was no big deal. "The moment that you turned away Ansel the alpha of the North-East Atlantic pack saved me. Then Niklaus turned me that simple. I guess he wanted more people to protect my nephew. Blood or not he is my family and I'm sure that you know where he is. If I were you, I would tell me before he comes, and trusts me you don't want that." Mason spoke with a certain degree of smugness that made me want to punch him in the face.

Even as he spoke, I could feel confusion flooding me what the hell are they talking about? Where's Tyler? I tried to shift my gaze but the sound of my own bones crunching under a strong hand kept me in place. I heard the shocked gasp and gasping for air filling my ears. The raspy voice of Stefan filled my ears as his moans of pain force bubbling rage to fill my chest. A white-hot inferno screamed for me to protect my little brother.

"Who are you?" He's wheezing and a husky voice filled my ears as I glared at Mason. There was a cocky grin on his face as his gleaming white teeth stared back at me as his dimples made an appearance.

"I don't know what you are talking about" Even as I struggled to breathe and speak, I could hear a thick husky Irish accent that filled my ears.

"Don't lie Damon you're not very good at it and we can hear the slightest uptick in your heartbeat. You are working with Kathrine to kill my alpha, aren't you?" His voice wasn't the least bit questioning and I watched as a man walked into the room he was lean with well-toned arms and long legs clad in black jeans. He had an old school black duster jacket and a cool blue shirt.

His bright gray eyes were almost a white-like color. His black hair was a buzz cut like that as a jarhead. He had a black scruff running on his strong and sharp jawline with an aquiline nose and classic rugged good looks. While lost in his rage I watched his pale gray that looked playful and soft turned to gold and dangerous.

His hands were morphed so that razor-sharp claws were pressed firmly against my brother's throat. The sight of him forced bone-chilling fear to paralyze me as for the first time in my life I couldn't think of a witty comeback.

Mason spoke to the guy that didn't look a day over 25, "Looks like time is up buddy. Here comes the big bad wolf and he is about to blow your house down." There was a smugness almost joy that filled both his words and smile. I knew that he must have been bitter that I killed him but just how bitter was he.

Klaus walked into the room and he wasn't the man that I knew him to be, the man I knew had a condescending smirk that never seemed to leave his face. The man I knew had an arrogant air and a murderous edge. But this man's eyes were a searing gold that bloomed with panic, rage, and fear to swirl around in his stare like a dangerous storm. His shoulder shook with a manic rage and his hands were clenched tightly at his side. His shoulders were thrown back but even I could tell that it took everything that he had to keep them that way.

His lips curled over his razor-sharp canine teeth as his body vibrated in a place like he was trying to fight off his chance. There was crazed energy that flooded his eyes as he stalked over to Stefan. Slamming his fist into my brother's chest, his wet gasp filled my ears as blood spilled from his lips as he glared at me.

Searing gold locked on my icy blue as he spoke in a cold tone, "Kathrine and Mikael took my son where they are!" His voice boomed so loudly that the earth shook and the fires raged higher.

The air stilled and the fury in his body forced fear to crawl into my heart. I knew that he was dangerous and murderous and that he would kill us if we said even the wrong thing. "Kill Stefan and you will never know, without that witchy husband of yours you will never get the information out of my head. You could drain us of vervain but by then he will be dead."

Another roar of rage greeted me as he looked ready to rip Stefan's heart out and all I could think is that is this really worth it. I watched blood slamming against the ground with a wet slap as I could hear the tearing of flesh and bone with relative ease.

"TELL ME!" Roaring with fury Klaus's eyes widened as he glared at me I knew that he would have killed me if given the chance. I could hear his gripping tightening against my brother's heart forcing my chest to swell with panic. I knew that we were both about to die but then divine intervention happened and I watched as big daddy wolf stepped in.

"Niklaus stop! This is not the way to find Tyler; they don't know a thing! You know that you can smell it one them but you refuse to believe your senses. You are wasting time that could be spent finding Tyler." The sage words of Ansel filled my ears as the copper skin man sneered at me, his cropped brown hair stared back at me as a look of pity welled in his deep blue eyes as he looked at me and my brother. His lips pulled into a hard press line as he looked to his son

"Let them be, for now, each of you takes ten hybrids and hunt down Ty, that white wolf on his bed has his scent on it. So potent in fact that you would be able to find his scent even 100s of years after the fact. Find him. I'm going to look for one last place. Salvatore's your old flame and mate did this. If I don't get him back I'll kill you on principle. Mason, Derek go now" Ansel spoke only a few words but they dropped us to ground relief flooded me and for a moment I was glad that someone had a bigger mouth than me.

I looked at the large muscular man in front of me, his cold blue eyes were like an ocean filled with depth and danger. I knew that he wouldn't save us for the third time so I took in a deep breath and spoke with a raspy voice.

My throat burned with pain and thirst but I managed to speak through the pain. "Thank you" They were the only two words that I could manage before they all left the room. "Damon, what the hell did Katherine do?" The questioning and mystified tone of Stefan filled my ears as he glared at me, his hazel eyes turning cold and jaded as he glared at me.

I didn't know what to say so I lay there gently rubbing my neck hoping the pain would fade. The soft crackle of the flames did not warm me or put me at ease; instead only a cold steading hatred burned in my chest even now that lying bitch still found a way to ruin my life. I wasn't going to die for her, I just wouldn't.

"I don't know where they are but I know that we have found them. If they find out that we called Mikeal here then they will be the ones hunting us next. Call Bonnie she is going to have to do a locator spell." I spoke in a cold tone as I glared at him. We needed to move quickly.