Second chapter. I'm trying to explain exactly how I'm seeing things, because I tend to write without writing certain details, thinking that what I'm thinking is what everyone else will be thinking, which isn't really the case... Help me out here and tell me what I could do to make it better? Thanks. :)

"We left the alley because there were people coming," I explained watching as he looked around, surveying our surroundings. Shouldn't he already be accustomed to it? Not being the new one in town? "And no, not humans, but… other vampires. And I've gone unnoticed for a month here already, feeding off rabbits," I felt the need to add in the fact that I drank animal blood, because I didn't want him to think I would be massacring anyone from Mystic Falls. "I'm not like any other vampire. Even though blood does attract me and everything, even though I do feel like ripping people's throat out, I don't, because…"

I looked away from him, taking in the classical look of this place, the haunting presence of the forest's depth.

"It was during Mystic Falls' Founders Day Parade," he said, turning away from me, walking toward the lake front. "A couple of friends and I were in my dad's study, drinking some of his scotch." He swallowed hard and I watched as he sat down on the bench, setting the bottle down next to him. "I was being careful and everything, because my uncle Mason had been here before the parade, and he had told me everything.

"He had disappeared the night of the full moon, about two months ago, but at that moment, I didn't think anything of it. But then, I made him tell me because he was so desperate to get a hold of this moonstone, and my parents had it hidden in their study, along with the rest of the families artifacts.

"Then I followed him one night, last month's full moon, but he had enclosed himself in our family's tomb, on the Lockwood property." He shook his head, his back still to me. "Then he started screaming, and I had enough sense in me to record the sounds. I left , once I started hearing the growls, the dog barking, tearing at things…

"I showed him the video the next day, and he had no choice but to tell me. Then I started asking him if I would become that, and he told me I would have to trigger the curse." He let out a laugh, one short, tortured laugh. "He wouldn't tell me, and he wouldn't tell me, but I pissed him off so much one day, he just let it out."

You have to kill someone to trigger the curse.

My heart ached a bit as I saw the image that accompanied his mind, his uncle, who looked different from his black haired, light tanned skinned self.

"And you wouldn't believe how much harder it was now to not kill someone." He shook his head, turning to look at me.

"So, we were drinking scotch, and this one girl, she was coming at me, she kept provoking me, kept pushing me, then she took out a gun…" His eyes turned sad, dark. "I just took a knife that happened to be on my dad's desk and threw it at her the same time she pulled the trigger.

"Except she missed, and I didn't." He dropped his gaze, smiling, unable to hide the way it was filled with pain and fear. "I don't know how I pulled it off, but no one suspected it was me who killed her. But I felt it that night, something changing inside of me, something beginning to eat me away."

"And what about your uncle?" I asked, moving to join him on the bench. "Where was he then, when you… triggered the curse?"

"He was in the parade, but I told him later that night, when everyone came to look for the girl. I told him, and he cursed the hell out of me. But he agreed to help me, because my dad wouldn't be able to; because he was completely oblivious to the fact that the Lockwood's were werewolves. And because he was dead.

I opened my mouth to apologize, as if that would've helped anything, but he kept going.

"Anyways, he told me how I would change during the next full moon, how it would be the most painful transformation, and how I would have to find somewhere to change, somewhere where I wouldn't hurt anyone.

"He told me how if I drank wolfs bane, it would diminish my strength, but that was the last thing he ever told me, because he left, before he could tell me anything else."

He swallowed hard, looking out to the lake.

"You're scared," I concluded, seeing how he was shaking slightly.

"I'm terrified," he admitted, turning his moist eyes to me again. "There were these videos I found, these diary entries…" He laughed again, that tortured laugh. "You should've heard the screams…"

The anguish gasp in my throat held its place, tormenting me on the inside.

"I'm Caroline," I said, telling him the name I was given, when I was human, before I had been turned.

"Caroline?" He asked, turning to me. "Caroline Forbes?"

I kept my face passive, phrasing my next question.

"How-?"

"My uncle told me about you," he explained. "You were forced to be turned, because you had pissed this one vampire off and he turned you?"

"But how does-?"

"Because my uncle was into this whole paranormal things, and those other vampires you heard, Damon-"

"Damon's here?"

"Yea, and so is his other brother, Stefan." He watched my expression. "Damon's the one that changed you, wasn't he?"

"That son of a- Why didn't I recognize the voice?"

"Hey, hey!" He reached for me as I got up, pulling me down with the strength he had. "Where are you going?"

"To stake Damon's sadistic little heart," I hissed, clenching my teeth together.

He laughed, shaking his head. "You can't actually think you can take him, right?" I glared at him, trying not to break his hand. "Besides, he's surrounded. By a lot of people, too."

"It's just Stefan," I reasoned, turning off my emotions. "He feeds on bunnies, too. All I have to do is sneak up on Damon, and I'm done."

"No, it's not just Stefan, not anymore."

I let out a strangled laugh, my head spinning.

How oblivious was I to the world this past month that I didn't catch anything?

"They probably knew you were here," he suggested. "They're probably avoiding you."

I turned to him, studying him through narrowed eyes. "A Lockwood, huh?" I asked, racking my brains for any sort of information. But then again, I wasn't that old.

"Tyler," he said, nodding a bit. "High school's douche bag."

I didn't know what to say, but my face probably posed the question I couldn't.

"You know how there's 'Most Likely To Succeed' and 'Best Smile'?"

"You'd win the award for being a…"

"Douche bag, a jerk, an asshole." He shrugged, crossing his arms and looking out into the distance. "Not exactly the friendliest guy."

"Since when?" I asked, trying not to laugh. "Now?"

He cracked another smile.

"So…" I said, thinking of the possibilities of phrasing my next question. "What are you planning on doing about… when you change?"

His smile froze, hardening.

It would be so easy to run away right now, to disentangle myself from this kid and go find Damon, preoccupy myself with him, the real jerk in this situation.

"Why did Damon change you?"

I fell back a bit, mentally, the question taking me off guard.

"That doesn't matter," I said, looking up at the sun, instinctively reaching for my necklace, the one that kept me protected from the sun's damaging effects. "I'm not the one who's about to go through the, probably, most worst experience in my life."

"But you are the one willing to get herself into some serious trouble by going after him."

I raised my brow questioningly, knowing he was bringing up the walls around his mind again, not letting me know everything he knew. "How do you know, about Damon? About how much of a threat he is?"

He just stared at me, smiling slyly.

"I'm not stupid," he said, strengthening the wall around his mind. "Once I turned, I pinpointed exactly who the vampires were, and I confronted Stefan about it, why they were here, what they wanted.

"He said he was just here to protect Elena, and that so was Damon, but that he could easily get blown off track, if another threat presented itself." He dropped his gaze, blinking slowly. "Then he showed up, and after slamming me against the wall, told me how much I would regret it if I ever tried to mess with him. I'm not scared of him, but I know he isn't anyone to mess with."

"He changed me, though," I countered, clenching my teeth together. "I didn't want to be changed. But he forced me, he made me change. And I'll never forgive him for it."

Tyler stirred next to me, sitting up straighter.

"Why?" He breathed, as if not wanting to aggravate me more. "Why did he change you, if you were so against it?"

I glanced at him, and saw that he really was interested, that the fear he had been showing not to long ago, at the possible danger that I posed to him, was now gone, that he actually wanted to know as much about me as, well, as much as I wanted to kill Damon.

Which I did, at the moment. But, once I came face to face with the opportunity, I knew I wouldn't be able to do it, because of so many reasons.

I sighed and braced myself, letting a werewolf I had met mere minutes ago, into the tangled soap opera that was my life.

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