I decided to do a small follow up. Still trying to hammer out the kinks in this pairing.

Gem1588: Glad you liked it. Again, I'm mostly exploring this pairing because it's different. It's rare for me to think up a pairing without someone having come up with it first. Perhaps that's why I decided to work on this one. Though, Tyler's aforementioned MILF fetish was a big consideration. And again, it's almost impossible to find a Tyler fic where he's not paired with Caroline. Or Jeremy. Or an OC. Not saying I'm not a Forbewood supporter, I even like Jyler when it's done well and not to sappy, but variety is the spice of life you know?

I'm working on Wolves on the Run right now, mostly doing long term plotting though. The actual chapter seven seems to be suspended in a state of half written-ness on my laptop. I haven't abandoned the story though.

He'll be angry later, right now the blow she lands on him both physical and emotional is so sudden and unexpected he's to stunned to be furious.

"Sorry Tyler."

She says those two little words with a tiny shrug and a small frown as he comes to the realization she had been playing him from the start.

Funny, she doesn't seem sorry.

Sorry, for manipulating and lying to you. Sorry, for tricking you into thinking I cared. Sorry, for making you believe you deserved to be in love again after what you did to Caroline.

"For the record, you were important to me. I never could have gotten this without you."

She smiles, and an hour ago that smile would have brightened his world but now he sees the cold triumph and self satisfaction in that vulpine grin and he wants to tear her pretty little head off her shoulders.

Now it just reminds him what a fool he is. How a pretty face and a few choice words whispered in the heat of passion can make him do anything.

I don't love you, I never loved you.

He wants to say something to her, and a thousand responses run through his head in mere seconds and are discarded one by one . He could explode in anger, he could laugh in derision, he could threaten her life, he could ask her why. He knows why though. Because she's a vampire and treachery is her way.

No single reaction seems appropriate to him. He simply stares at her. Eyes cold and flat and calculating. Holding awareness but betraying neither thoughts nor feelings.

He can pick up the broken pieces of his heart later. Now he simply stares at her. As if trying to reconcile her physical beauty with the ugliness in her soul for just one moment. Trying to see her as he saw her before.

She says something else.

He doesn't hear it.

Because he's dwelling on the fact that not long ago he was a party to this exact same situation but with roles reversed. Caroline in the hands of the pack. Caroline being tortured. Caroline being betrayed. Caroline had cared about him, maybe even loved him. All it got her was pain and suffering and bitterness and heartache.

Now Tyler is in the hands of the enemy. Now Tyler was about to be tortured. Now Tyler was being betrayed by someone he had cared about. He might have been able to love Isobel, but like he had done not so long ago Isobel had shown what was really hiding beneath that pretty smile. Lies and cowardice and all the venom of the snake kingdom.

He feels as though she's crippled him, rendered him as blind and deaf and feeble as a newborn puppy.

But she always makes him feel that way, funny how the different situations can make him react to Isobel's unfailing ability to make him weak differently. Before it was endearing, alluring. Now that it's clear that everything between them was a lie all it does is remove the anesthetic.

He sees her for what she really is, and the worst part is that she's as much a mirror for him as Caroline was. He can trace every dark vein and twisted sinew that makes up the monster beneath her skin and the only difference between them is that the monster hiding inside him eats flesh and hearts and not blood. It's a savage and brutal monster.

But at least it has the decency to kill its victims.

Isobel seems rather content to let him twist in the wind for a while.

She seems to take a cold pleasure in unwrapping and straightening the twists and turns and sharp right corners of her plan. She lays it out straight for him, raw and naked before him. Lets him examine it, turn it over in his head, the part he had played. As if she was showing off, trying to impress him.

See? See how clever I am, Tyler? See how smart your little Kit-Kat is?

Aren't you proud of me?

"Don't feel bad, Tyler." Another smile, a small tilt of her head. "It could have happened to anyone."

It could have happened to anyone.

If she meant that to make him feel better, it didn't work.

Then again, she probably didn't.

Treachery is Isobel's way.

And Tyler is just the latest in a long line of fools to love her in spite of it.