Ayla had found Mason's friend Jules when she arrived back to Florida. After explaining everything to the werewolf; her brother triggering his curse, Mason most likely being killed by vampires, and her being afraid that she couldn't help her brother, Jules agreed to return to Mystic Falls with her.

Her brother had called her a few times, telling her that he found Mason's video of when he had first turned. She could hear the fear that laced his tone as he told her didn't know what to do. Ayla promised him that she would be back for the full moon and that she would help him. But she could tell that did not do much to quell his fears.

They finally arrived back to the Lockwood Mansion the morning of the full moon. Jules and Ayla walked up to the door together and just as Ayla went to unlock it, Tyler opened the door with Carol standing next to him.

"Ayla." He pulled her in for a hug. She wrapped her arms around him, finally feeling slightly less alone and she felt the relief that he had felt. She could tell that he was glad that she kept her promise. "You okay?"

"Yeah. This is Jules." She pointed to the older woman.

"Hi." She introduced herself. "I'm a friend of Mason's from Florida."

"Nice to meet you." Tyler shook her hand.

"Jules has been trying to track down Mason."

"Mason is back in Florida. He has been for a while now." Carol spoke up for the first time.

"See, that's the thing." She looked at them. "He's not."

"Jules has been trying to reach him for a while. Just like we have."

"He never made it back to Florida."

"We should call the Sheriff." Carol spoke quickly, worried for her brother-in-law. Ayla and Jules walked away from the house and got into the car together after agreeing to meet up with Tyler at the old Lockwood cellars later on in the day.

"I'll drop you off to speak with the Sheriff. You tell her that Mason never showed up in Florida. We need them to declare a missing person."

"If you already know who did it, then why are we going to the Sheriff?" Jules asked her.

"That wasn't actually a part of my plan. But having the Sheriff questioning everyone, that could be a good distraction." She spoke up, parking outside the Sheriff's station. "You need to watch your back here, okay?"

"I've dealt with vampires before, Ayla."

"Yeah, not with Damon Salvatore." She spat the name. "I'll see you later. Find out whatever you can, okay? Try the Mystic Grill after, that's where they usually spend some of their time. I need to go help Tyler prepare for the full moon."

Ayla arrived to the cellars first, waiting on Tyler. She took out the chains from the duffel bag and began unraveling them so they were ready for that night. She knew that they both needed to be chained up tonight so that no innocent people would get hurt and so that they were both safe from the lingering vampires.

Caroline and Tyler walked into the cellar together, and Ayla looked at the vampire questioningly. Caroline just nodded and held the wolfsbane up. Ayla was grateful that she could find it, knowing that weakening them with the wolfsbane before they turned would give them the best chance at staying locked up for the entire night.

The younger werewolf took the wolfsbane out of the vampires hand and she instantly felt the burning sensation, but that's not what caused her the most pain. In fact, the pain she felt was emotional. Mental.

As she held the wolfsbane in her hand, she zoned out for a moment and all she could feel was Mason's fear, his pain. She could practically hear his screams. And she knew then that he had been tortured. She felt it in her bones. She felt the wolfsbane burning his skin, the fire poker being shoved into his body, and she felt his heart being ripped from his chest. Caroline finally pulled the plant out of Ayla's hand when the girl began trembling.

"What the hell, A?" She cried out.

"I've had worse." Ayla just gave a sad smile. "We'll mix it in water. Drink it before the moon reaches peak."

"Is this gonna hold us?" Tyler looked at her nervously.

"I sure as hell hope so." Ayla whispered, causing both of them to look at her with wide eyes, clearly not impressed by the lack of confidence in her voice. "The wolfsbane will help to weaken us. But the set up that me and Mason had in Florida was different. I'm gonna try though, okay? As long as we stay stuck in here, we'll be fine."

The night was slowly approaching and Ayla could feel the quaking of her bones as the moon began positioning to its apex. Ayla didn't care about the pain that she was going to feel, all she cared about was her brother. And as she looked at him, she could see the droplets of sweat lingering and dripping down his forehead.

"The first transformation can happen before the moon hits its apex." Ayla spoke up, sitting on the ground, rattling the chains. She was trying to stay strong for her brother.

"How long will you guys actually be a wolf?" Caroline asked, nervously.

"A few hours. I can't really tell after I change." She told them. "We should start drinking the wolfsbane. It burns like a bitch, but it helps to diminish some of our strength. Makes it less likely for us to break free." Ayla took the first sip, trying not to gag on it as she passed it to her brother. She swallowed and watched as Tyler began screaming at Caroline. She couldn't hear the words though, all she could hear was the blood rushing to her ears as she prepared for another night filled with torment and pain.

"I'm sorry." He whispered to her and the vampire nodded sadly.

"It's almost time." Ayla grunted out, trying to stay calm. "You should go, Caroline."

"No. I'm not leaving Tyler." She shook her head. "I'm not leaving either of you."

"Caroline, if one of us even nicks you with our teeth, you will be dead. From the stories I've been told, our bite is fatal to a vampire."

"Not yet." Caroline cried out. Ayla felt her bones start to shutter as they prepared themselves to break soon. "Ayla? Tyler?"

Ayla clenched her fists tightly around the chains, trying to focus on anything that didn't involve her bones breaking. She let out another grunt and only a second later Tyler did the same.

"Breathe through it, Tyler. Don't fight it. It hurts more when you fight it." She told him, trying to stay calm for the both of them. Tyler looked at his little sister as he yelled out in agony. "Leave Caroline! Now!" His arm broke first as he sobbed, the bones rearranging themselves and snapping themselves. "It hurts. It hurts."

"Breathe through it, Tyler."

"I want to help, but I don't know what to do." Caroline told Tyler. "What can I do, Ayla?"

"There's nothing you can do." Ayla told her, her eyes clamped shut as they began to turn amber. Tyler was breathing harder, when he started to feel his bones cracking once again as he screamed through the agony.

"Get out! Get out!"

"No!" Caroline cried this time.

"Caroline!" Ayla yelled, starting to feel her bones preparing themselves.

"I don't want to hurt you." He begged her.

"No." Caroline hugged his head, trying to help him through the pain. Ayla cried out this time, breathing through the pain. Her entire body ached and throbbed with each passing second. She saw Tyler start to groan out again as his back arched and broke. "I'm not going anywhere." Tyler's body transitioned roughly as his teeth snapped towards the vampire, trying to break the chains that were holding him down.

"Caroline! Go!" Ayla yelled at her. Caroline quickly ran out in tears. Ayla sobbed in pain as her teeth began to show. "Lock the gate! Lock the gate!"

"I'm sorry." She heard Caroline mutter. A few moments later, both Ayla and Tyler were in their wolf forms and attempting to break down the door that was locking them in the cellar. She knew now that they would be trapped for hours behind the door, teeth gnashing as they tried to break free.

Ayla changed into a new change of clothes quickly as Tyler was still knocked out from the exhaustion of his first transformation. She covered her brother with a blanket as she sat against the wall tiredly. Her eyes closed as she waited for Caroline to return and let them out of the cellar.

"Tyler? Ayla?" Caroline called out a few minutes later. Ayla's head popped up, seeing the blonde standing outside the door.

"Caroline?" Tyler sobbed out for her, causing Caroline to push open the door and quickly move towards him. Ayla watched how sad her brother was, how hurt he was. She knew that his life would never be the same.

When Caroline held him, Ayla felt a sadness drift over her. She had no one to hold her or to comfort her. All she had was herself.

"Ayla? Where are you going?" Caroline called out to her, but Ayla ignored her as she ran out of the cellar. She cried as she walked out of the woods, wishing she had someone who truly cared for her.

She didn't even remember getting home, nonetheless drawing in her sketchbook. All she knew was that now she was lying in her bed with her drawings surrounding her. She sat up and looked over at them, picking them all up and shoving them into a folder before getting up. She thought it was strange how every morning after a full moon felt. She had to pretend that she was normal. She had to pretend like every bone in her body didn't just break the night before. That she hadn't turned into a beast. A monster.

"Jules, hey." Ayla said, sitting across from the older woman at the Mystic Grill.

"How'd it go last night?"

"Tyler managed it well enough. He didn't hurt anyone so that's a plus. What about you? Did you find out anything?"

"Yeah... that the vampires in this town are real assholes."

"Its really just Damon." Ayla shook her head. "The other one's aren't too bad."

"All vampires are bad, Ayla. You would do well to accept that." The wolf tried to convince her, but Ayla knew that wasn't true. Caroline was a vampire and she was good, kind. She showed her compassion last night when she risked her life to help the siblings. "Anyway, Damon had something to do with Mason's disappearance. But I think we both know you already knew that."

"I guess I was just holding out hope that my uncle was still alive."

"Hope doesn't bode very well for our kind." She said, quietly. "Look, I'm going to figure out what happened and whoever went after Mason... well, hope won't bode very well for them either." She watched Jules take another bite of her food when Damon sat in the chair next to them.

"Well, if it isn't the one I meant to kill." Jules spoke up, nonchalantly. Ayla looked up at her, confused. She had no idea what Jules was talking about. Had she hurt someone? Killed someone? "I'll have to get that right next time."

"You won't live to see another full moon." Damon spoke with confidence. "Either of you. Unless..."

"What the hell do you want, Damon?" Ayla spat at him.

"I want answers."

"Yeah, that makes two of us." Jules said much more calmly.

"Tell me how to cure a wolf bite and then I won't kill either of you."

"Promise?" Jules asked.

"Yes."

"Bite me." Jules slammed the money down and left the grill. Damon looked at Ayla, anger in his eyes.

"She could be a bit of an ass sometimes." Ayla told him, standing up from the chair. "Kinda like you." Damon grabbed her arm roughly. She could feel the stress, the anger, the perseverance rolling off of him. The need to hurt someone or something. The need to get revenge. "I am not afraid of you, Damon."

"You should be." He let go of her. "I know you're a good person, Ayla. You were friends with Elena. You dated her little brother. Don't you want to help them out?"

"Whoever Jules attacked I'm sure is a dying vampire. I know that Jeremy and Elena aren't vampires. So I don't think that I would be helping them." She started walking away from him but he pulled her back again, this time she could still feel the perseverance, but even more so she felt a sadness. "Why should I help you? You tortured and killed my uncle, didn't you?" He looked at her with narrowing eyes. "I saw it, Damon. I saw the wolfsbane being shoved into his mouth. I saw the fire poker being shoved into his chest. And I heard his scream when you pulled his heart out."

"You weren't there."

"I'm part witch, Damon. I can't exactly explain what 'gift' it is that I have, but I know what you did to him. I see it in pieces. My uncle... the only person who gave a shit about me. And I get to watch him suffer over and over again. I get to relive his fear and his pain." She held back the tears that wanted to fall in an effort to look stronger, threatening. Damon almost seemed to be radiating a slight sense of remorse. "There is no cure for a wolf bite. All I know is from stories. But I heard that it is a miserable and unbearably painful death. They'll have chills, dementia. They'll go rabid. You should put whoever Jules bit out of their misery, before they hurt someone."

Ayla was leaving the Grill with tears in her eyes as she bumped into Jeremy on the way out. She wasn't expecting him to touch her, and she wasn't expecting to feel what she did when he touched her.

"Ayla..." His fingers grazed her arm and she pulled back as if it burned her, because it did burn her. She heard Mason's screaming again and felt the burning of the wolfsbane that her uncle had felt. She felt his anguish. She looked at Jeremy with a mixture of hatred and disgust.

"You watched." She pulled away from him, trying to put distance between herself and the boy that she had once loved. "You watched as Damon tortured my uncle." His eyes went wide when he saw her tearing up again. "You feel equal now, Jeremy? You feel better? I was there, trapped in the seatbelt when your parents died after the accident. And you got to watch as my uncle was murdered. I guess we're even then." She whispered. "I thought you were one of the good ones, Jeremy. But I guess I was wrong."

Hours later, Ayla was back in the dreaded Mystic Grill sitting across from her brother and the older werewolf. She didn't know why Jules requested they meet with her again, but she reluctantly agreed. She knew the truth now. She knew that her uncle was gone and she knew who was at fault. She thought she wanted revenge, but the truth was, she just wanted to go home.

She wanted to go to the home she grew up in for the first twelve years of her life. She wanted her mom.

"Thank you both for coming." Jules said to them, looking at the sad girl in front of her.

"What do you want from me?" Tyler asked.

"Just to be your friend. Mason would have wanted that." She looked around before whispering. "I know about Mason, and you two. Ayla already knows that. I met her back in Florida a few months ago. Mason was my friend."

"You know what?"

"I know you're a werewolf. And I know your little friend Caroline is a vampire."

"How do you know about Caroline?" Tyler asked defensively, eyeing Ayla with a suspicious look.

"Hey, I can help you. Both of you."

"What about Mason? Do you know where he is?"

"He's dead, Tyler."

"Jules!" Ayla spat. She wanted to soften the blow for her brother. He had just gone through a life-changing experience and now he would have to deal with the death of his uncle too.

"He was murdered."

"No." Tyler shook his head.

"You want to know who murdered him?"

"Jules!" Ayla yelled again, not wanting Tyler to be hurt with this truth. He cared about Caroline, and she had no idea if Caroline was actually a part of the plan to kill Mason, like Jeremy was. And the last thing Ayla wanted was for her brother to be doubly hurt. To feel how she felt.

"Stop." Tyler begged.

"Your little blonde vampire did."

"Caroline would never do that." Tyler told her, looking at his sister.

"Damon Salvatore did it." Ayla spoke up.

"Caroline, Damon, and all of their little vampire friends were behind it."

"But... Caroline is the only vampire in town."

"Is that what she told you?" Jules scoffed. "She lied. This town is crawling with vampires. Ask your sister, Tyler. She's had run ins with quite a few of them."

"Ayla?" Tyler looked at her with confused eyes.

"Caroline is not the only vampire." Ayla whispered, almost sadly. She didn't want to hurt him. Not the way she was hurt when she found out Jeremy was a part of it too.

"Don't worry." Jules tried to reassure them both. "We will get them."

"Who are you?" Tyler asked.

"I'm your friend." She looked at them. "There are others like us, and they're on their way."

"Jules, what are you talking about?" Ayla asked, worriedly.

"Vampires hurt one of us... they hurt all of us."

AN: I hope you guys are liking this story so far. Thank you to Ashies, Blu3b3rryT3a, and the two guests for reviewing. Thank you everyone else for reading, favoriting, and following. A guest asked if I had a faceclaim for Ayla, I do! It's Adelaide Kane, but you can envision whoever you want! To the other guest, yes this title is based off of a Paramore song! I actually use gifs and have a playlist on my wattpad version of this story. If you're interested my username is buckyb4rness. I hope you all continue reading and leaving reviews!