Ownership

This dream happens after episode 3x11 when Tyler realized what he had done with his stupidity.

Man, I can't believe how this little dream episode sounds. Kinda like a romance novel but it's a dream right? ^^

Anyway tell me how you feel about this new approach. And don't worry this is not Tyler's last dream. Don't forget to read the one he had after he had bitten Caroline.

The sounds of the pair's footsteps echoed through the dark-halls of the mansion and mixed with the rustling of air-currents flowing from one place to the next. Tyler had wanted to lead the way but Caroline had been adamant on leading and 'not hiding behind him' as she had called it and so he had to grudgingly give in. He would have loved to leave her behind, but even with his hybrid powers she was still a vampire and therefore not so easy to contain. Even though he had no choice in the matter, didn't mean he couldn't feel pissed about it. So he grabbed his wolfsbane grenades more tightly and followed Caroline with her crossbow ready. Once the entrance of the building was out of sight, both of them began to step forward only slowly and cautiously.
None of them trusted Klaus to keep his word but he was sure that together they would be able to defeat him. Tyler was dead set on ending him and he was sure it was possible. The other idiots hadn't really tried anything from what he heard and if Wolfsbane and Vervain burned them, who said that it wasn't possible to simply burn Klaus' head off?

As they moved from one halfway finished room to the other without seeing even a hint of anything or anyone, not even the tiniest evidence that anybody had been there that day; Tyler started to wonder whether Klaus was actually in town.
That was when a soft chuckling - seemingly coming from all directions- echoed through the building, accelerating Tyler's heartbeat. Both of them raised their weapons, ready to strike at the first sign of danger approaching.
"So predictable," it was definitely Klaus' voice. Tyler was sure that he would recognize it among thousands. "I knew you would come. And you brought the brave Tyler."
Klaus chuckled again and for the first time the two of them heard a sound of movement that was not caused by the breeze.
"You realize of course that his flesh and soul are mine," it came again from seemingly everywhere and both of them flinched when suddenly a door was slammed shut. The sound seemed especially loud in the overall silence of the mansion.
They turned around, directly facing Klaus who leaned against a doorframe with a smug expression on his face. "As is his whole slave collar race," he stated before chuckling again. Tyler couldn't see Caroline's facial expression but judging by her body language she seemed taken aback a bit. That was before she emitted the known vampire roar and fired an arrow at Klaus, which the Original caught without even altering his posture. Caroline snarled and threw a shower of stakes at him. Several missed but most of them where aiming straight at Klaus' chest. But the Original either caught or deflected them all.
Klaus examined the ones he caught for a second before facing the two again. "A worthy effort; but futile."
Klaus moved so fast, all Tyler saw was a blur and from one moment to the next Caroline was gone and Tyler swept aside, all he could hear and feel was the brute force brought up against him and the pain ravaging his body and mind when he hid the wall and slid to the floor. He fought the slicing pain in his ribcage, knowing that it would soon be gone.
"The girl believed you could be saved," Klaus stated while he came closer to Tyler with another round of chuckling and a very amused expression on his face. "But she didn't know the chains that are smothering your soul," he lowered himself to a half-kneeling position. It was then that Tyler noticed the pain was not subsiding and that he was bleeding in a few places. Both things that should not be. "In your heart, you know that you are mine!" He whispered into Tyler's ear.
At these words Tyler could again see the girl he had killed, he could feel the agonizing pain of his first transformation, the face of Mason distorted by pain and how he had nearly yelled to Elena that he would pull his heart out. He saw the obedient faces of the other hybrids, how he had hammered his fangs into the girl that Rebeka had presented.
He roared into the night, let his arm strike with full force and plunged his hand into Klaus chest, piercing the skin and separating the muscles underneath. He could feel the sternum and several ribs shatter. When his fingers closed around something warm and wet, of roughly oval shape and moving inside his grasp he looked up into Klaus' face. The expression was priceless. The round eyes, the open mouth and first signs of the bulged veins and grayish color that signified a dead vampire gave Tyler a satisfaction undreamed of. With an expression that was a mix of joy and contempt directed at the older hybrid in front of him Tyler squeezed the moving muscle and pulled the heart out, shredding the vascular system. Klaus' body became stiff and gray. He only managed a short gasp before he fell to the ground, never to rise again.

Tyler slowly raised, the heart still in his hand, and looked down at his fallen enemy. He felt not only satisfied, he felt exhilarated, powerful; and hungry. He looked at the bloody organ in his hand and the sweet juice dropping down from it. He raised his hand to his mouth and inhaled the sweet scent coming from the warm organ. His tongue came out of his mouth to probe the slick surface. The moment the tip touched the surface a fire of unknown intensity coursed through his veins. The feeling he had was not just hunger, not just one feeling, there were several. He felt hunger; he felt arousal, power and bliss. He took another taste test, but this time with his full tongue, licking over the smooth surface and letting the flavor run down his tongue and teasing his taste buds. He felt his canines pushing themselves down from his skull, felt the white of his eyes darken and his pupils yellowing, with the veins around his eyes bulging under the skin, painting dark lines in his face. He opened his mouth and bit into the tissue. It felt slick and stringy, but was of such addicting flavor that Tyler couldn't find it in himself to stop. He grabbed the heart with both hands and dove into it deeper. He had already eaten half of it and felt the blood coat the area around his mouth down to his chin with a few drops even running down his throat when he felt the fire reach his stomach. It burned and didn't burn at the same time. It was incredibly hot but he felt no pain, instead he felt strength; a strength he had never known before. When he had swallowed the last piece he felt as if he could tear down mountains, run faster than light and crush his enemies like little dolls.
As he licked along his lips and tasted the blood he started to notice his bloody hands. The blood was still fluid, not yet coagulated. He started to lick it off.
"Tyler."
The voice out of silence startled Tyler so much he nearly jumped. A flashing light blinded him and out of the halo came Caroline. Gone were her jeans and her jacket, gone her boots and her sweat. She was barefooted now, dressed in a white gown and with her shining yellow hair fluttering as if in a light breeze. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
His joy vanished as he became self-conscious of the blood smeared on him, only to discover that his own clothes were replaced by an immaculate tuxedo and his hands were clean; his tongue could find no trace of blood on his lips.
He offered her his hand and she took it without question. He placed a hand under her chin, looked into the eyes that adored him so much and placed a kiss on her lips.