This one I wrote after watching a bunch of Forwood videos. :)

It was past eight when I started heading toward the tomb, the moon beginning its descent to the middle of the sky.

And poor Tyler was worried that he would have to endure hell in a couple of minutes.

I looked back down, continuing my walk, thinking of ways I could tell Tyler I would be going through the transformation with him.

There were a couple of ways I could do this, but my imagination wasn't really good, so it stopped right after I confessed, Tyler's reaction a complete mystery to me.

I would find out soon enough, though, right?

Whether he liked it or not.

Caroline?

My insides froze, and I shoved away any thoughts of tonight, of the transformation, anyways.

What's up? I asked, hearing the shifting of chains on the other side.

You're late.

I smiled, the response having been unconscious.

Sorry, I didn't mean that. It's just that, well, you know-

I'll be there Tyler. I was just walking, to burn time. But I'll be there. Give me, literally, one minute.

More shifting of chains and then, Okay. I'll try not to do anything until you get here. Then I'll explain to you what I'm planning.

I ran into the tomb, stopping abruptly, taking in the scene before me.

He was kneeled, pulling at the chains on the ground, as if testing them.

"Are you sure those'll hold?" I asked, moving beside him.

He looked up, surprise in his face for a moment, but then it left, and he looked back down.

"The guy at the shop said it would support twenty five hundred pounds."

"Is it enough?"

He yanked at them and dropped them, getting up and moving away from it.

"I guess we'll find out."

Tyler?

He turned his head, telling me he was listening.

Remember how I told you I met Bonnie?

He nodded, half of his attention on me, the other half on what was about to happen.

Tyler, I made her switch us.

He turned a bit more, looking at me.

I'm the one that's going to be changing tonight.

I waited, this being the part my imagination couldn't come up with.

"I appreciate the effort," he said, turning away from me, moving towards the backpack he had brought. "But making me feel like I shouldn't expect it won't make it hurt any less."

And no wonder my imagination couldn't come up with this moment.

He didn't believe me?

"Tyler," I said, bolting to his side again, grabbing onto his forearm as he went through the bag, taking out a Dartmouth sweater and a pair of joggers. "Remember how I said you would have to trust me?"

He ignored me, placing the clothes beside the bag, taking his shoes off.

I bit back my words, knowing he would believe it soon, that it would sink in.

"Do you mind locking the cuffs around me?" He asked, taking his shoes off.

"Whoa, you're not going to get… naked, are you?"

He stopped and looked at me, laughing once. "I don't think I can exactly keep my clothes on while I change."

"You can," I argued, grabbing a hold of his hand as he made to take off his shirt. "Because you aren't changing."

"Caroline," he snapped, pulling his hand away from mine. His eyes were angry now.

Yea, I really didn't know him.

"Stop it, okay? Whatever you're trying to do, just stop it."

"I'm not doing anything, though!" I threw back, grabbing for his arms again, stopping him from getting read to chain himself. "Look at me, Tyler, look at me!"

He stopped struggling and did as I said, his breathing ragged, his mouth set in a tight line.

"Just tell me you're lying and I won't be mad," he said, containing himself. Tell me you don't mean any of it, tell me you really didn't get yourself into this.

I looked away from him, thinking of all that Bonnie had told me.

About him being my mate, how, no matter how much I didn't wanted to believe it because I had just met him and it seemed wrong, I loved him.

I had grimaced at that part, never having loved anything or anyone.

But once she gave me the scenario, that I was willing to give up my comfort for his, that I was about to go through with this transformation… well, it seemed hard to deny.

"You did, didn't you?" He asked, softening in my grasp. "But why did you do it? All you were supposed to do was come and help me, comfort me, tell me that everything was okay when it was over." He broke away from my hold, his gentleness stronger than my inhuman strength. "Caroline, why'd you do it?"

"I know what it feels like," I mumbled, looking toward the bolts and chains, to where I would soon be, crying out in pain. "To feel what you're supposed to feel tonight. I had my skin almost peeled off me, I had my throat almost ripped off, my limbs broken…" I smiled and looked back to him. "I couldn't just let anyone go through with that kind of pain." He didn't react, showing no emotion. "It killed me to think that anyone would have to endure something worse than I did."

"But why would you switch with me?" He grabbed my shoulder, shaking me roughly. "Remember? I'm an ass, I'm someone you don't do favors for!"

"You listened," I interjected, breaking through his tirade. "While I walked the ground as a vampire, I never found someone as willing to let me in as you were, and no one that listened as well as you did.

"I saw how much you were dieing, how you were regretting what was going to happen."

But why me?

I exhaled my breath, and he dropped his hands.

"Can you talk mentally with anyone else, Tyler?" I asked, grabbing a hold of this moment, knowing it would be the right moment to tell him we were… mated. "Have you ever talked with someone like you talked with me?" Using your thoughts?

No. "But what does that have to do anything?"

I smiled and grabbed his arm, pulling him to sit down on top of a flat rock, one that looked like a ledge.

"You're a werewolf, yes?"

"Come on, Care," he said, shaking his head at me. I just felt another smile coming on, that annoying nickname everyone always gave me, sounding perfect coming from him.

"Okay, well, the only explanation I can give you is from that Twilight book."

He laughed, giving me one of his smiles, the ones where he showed his teeth, where he was laughing and smiling.

"You know how the werewolf kid in the book imprints with that half vampire half human baby?"

His smile diluted, and a thoughtful look crossed his face.

"Imprint?"

"This is all Bonnie's theory," I said, not wanting the whole mates thing to be fake and have to look like an idiot in front of him. "But… she says the only people who can read each others minds, when a werewolf is involved-"

"Are mates?"

I turned to look at him, my eyes having wandered away with my babbling.

So, you think we're mates?

"Bonnie's the one that said it, because she said we weren't supposed to be able to read, or get, into each other's mind. And then she said that me being able to mentally call you was the ultimate thing that showed that we were-"

"Mated?"

I nodded, biting my lip, unsure of what to do.

I now felt stupid having brought it up, for having believed Bonnie.

She probably just told me that so I would purposefully look stupid in front of Tyler, probably some revenge set on me for having wanted to kill Damon.

I believe it.

My eyes sought out Tyler's and he smiled, sadly.

Which makes you having switched places with me that much more horrible.

I dropped my eyes again, back to where I would soon be bound, to keep myself from hurting Tyler.

I did all of this to prevent Tyler from hurting.

"Do you get why I had to do it now?"

He laughed again. "No. Just because we're mates doesn't mean you had to switch places with me."

"Look at it this way," I said, still not turning to look at him, the fact that we were now bound for who knew how long thick in the air. It wasn't that it was uncomfortable, hell, it made me more comfortable, knowing he would be okay with me just curling up in his lap. "If you could switch places with me right now, for you to be the one to switch and not me-"

"I'd do it without thinking."

"Why?" I persisted, wanting him to get where I had found my reasoning.

It was beating in my mind, the real reason as to why I switched, I was just to much of a coward to face it.

Because I love you?

I blinked, unable to help but smile.

"And you say you're an ass," I said, laughing a bit. "Gosh, Tyler… Even if I am about to be bodily mutilated again," I turned to look at him, smiling whole heartedly. "To know that you won't feel the worst of it, makes me think it'll be less painful."

He shook his head, leaning back onto the tombs wall.

You shouldn't have done it, Care, he thought, sighing, looking up. I'm the one who has to go through with this, not you.

"But it's okay," I added, letting my hand find his, holding on to it tightly. "As long as, when I do start actually changing, you leave, and don't come back until I call you."

He shook his head again, meeting my eyes for a second, looking away.

"And about nine hours ago I wanted to kill you for having tried to get into my mind." He smiled absently. And now? I'd be willing to draw any amount of blood if it meant being in my rightful place, and having you be the one to run.

"It's too late now, Tyler." I got up and walked over the bag he had brought, rummaging through its contents.

I took out the bottle, tinged green, holding it up to the lantern hanging in the middle of the tomb.

"Do you think it'll have the same effects on me now?" I asked, watching as the water caught the light, casting a shadow against the wall. "Do you think it'll hurt me as much as it hurt you?"

"That," he said, snatching the bottle away from me. "We won't ever find out." Okay?

I smiled cunningly, watchign how he held the bottle behind his back.

"If I try hard enough, I could get that bottle away from you," I said, gently reaching behind his back, causing him to move away, the bottle as far away from me as he could manage. Oh, come on, Tyler. You have inhuman strength to, but it doesn't really compare to mine.

At that, he smiled.

Just don't go for the wolfs bane, okay? I nodded, actually meaning it. I would try anything to not get out of this tomb. He narrowed his eyes at me, curious. Do you mind if I try something?

About a million kissing scenes crossed his mind, seeping into mine.

I blinked once, and I think I nodded, because he threw the bottle behind him, moving toward me.

I held my breath as he stood before me, just looking at me.

This seems so strange, that I just met you, but I feel like I've known you my entire life.

I smiled, blinking as his hand moved to my neck.

I started to close my eyes, but then there was a faint howling sound in the background, and inside my mind, I saw the moon reach its highest point, a little to early, and then my back arched, my bones cracking.

No, Tyler yelled, grabbing me from my elbows, holding me up as I cried in pain. You weren't supposed to start changing or another hour.

There was another small howl in my mind, and my hand twisted backward, out of Tyler's grasp, my bones slowly protruding through my skin, on the verge of breaking through.

"Tyler!" I gasped, not ever having imagined being in his arms because I was cowering from pain.

We were on the ground, as I had taken him down with me.

"GO, Tyler, GO!"

"No!" He fought, his soft hands moving over my leather jacket, feeling the way two movements had transformed my body. "Not yet, Caroline, please don't make me go."

"Tyler-" I gasped in pain again, my middle bursting with pain, my hand twisting that much more, pulling my ligaments to an extreme, flames engulfing my insides.

I realized I was gasping and crying when Tyler started to soothe me.

I told you Caroline, you should've left this to me, you shouldn't be going through this.

Or not really comforting me, but telling me how wrong I had been about wanting to have switched.

I readied myself to tell him how I did have to change, but then my insides started to change even more, my mind going with it.

All I wanted now was to kill, and to kill fast.

"Tyler," I shouted, using my knees to pull away from him, containing the new being inside of me enough to get him to leave. "Get out now! Leave Tyler!"

He shook his head and moved toward me again, but I lifted my feet and used them to kick him away from me, to the door.

"Get out now!" I yelled, fighting an internal battle.

I hate myself for doing this, he thought, watching as I continued to cry, folded into myself, the sensations moving throughout my body unbelievable. Make sure you call me as soon as you change back.

I cried out in pain again and he flinched, moving to close the door, lock it, and disappear from my sight.

I then let go, and went through the next fifteen minutes horribly. Then a new set of vibrations started to move throughout my body, and I felt myself changing.

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