Chapter Fifteen

*NOTE* I'm sorry that chapter 2 was posted instead of 15 before. I'm not sure what happened. Sorry!

A/N: A lot of you have been saying that I haven't been focusing on Tyler and Caroline too much and I noticed that. It's just the arc of their storyline has kind of ended but I'm going to create another one. I was actually going to end the story when Tyler woke up from his coma but you guys seemed to want more. So I'm going to continue a little more. But I'm going to bring Matt back because I think he's a little underrated like Tyler and Caroline are. I may also bring back a few more characters I dismissed so sick around and keep reviewing! Thanks, lovebugs.

Monster

Matt got home and looked around at his huge, empty house. It was cleaner than his mother ever left it, but it still smelled like whatever perfumes she and Vicki used to use. He still kept all of their things but stuffed them all in their bedrooms so he didn't have to see them and be reminded of how lonely he was.

Everything was silent except for what he thought was a faucet running. That couldn't be possible though. He hadn't been home for a while and even if he had, he didn't even use the bathroom in his mother's room at all.

He took up a long umbrella that was sitting near the door and headed to the bathroom. But he considered the events of the past few days and he took a stake out of his bag that he'd taken from the Salvatore Boarding House.

He crept up to the bathroom slowly and pushed open the door. It hit something or someone on the other side, making his heart drop to the bottom of his stomach.

"Wh-who's there?" Matt said, trying to feign bravery.

"It's your mother, Matty." a weak voice came from inside.

Matt wrenched open the door and hugged her, not caring about any of the stuff she'd done in the past.

He stepped away from her to examine her. She was wearing a loose, silk magenta night gown and her face was streaked with mascara that she was trying to wash off in the sink.

"What happened to you?" Matt asked her.

"I have to tell you something," she sobbed.

"What is it, mom? What happened now?" Matt said, a little annoyed that this reunion wasn't as he had imagined in his head. "Did Pete dump you again?"

"I never went back to Pete," she snapped. "Because he's dead."

Matt looked at her inquisitively.

"I kill the people I get close to Matty," she replied. "It's why I had to leave you and Vic."

"What the hell are you talking about? Are you drunk?" Matt asked as he backed away from her.

"No!" she cried. "Just listen to me."

Matt went and sat down on her bed and she followed him and sat next to him.

"Your father didn't run out on us like I told you," Kelly breathed. "He's dead too. One night we were just together you know and he just stopped breathing. The coroners didn't know what happened and the autopsy came up with nothing either. But I know it was me. And nine months later I found out I was pregnant with you."

"So did this happen before?" Matt asked. "Why would you think it's you?"

"Because the only person before him I'd seriously been with was my college boyfriend and he was in the hospital. But I didn't stick around to see what happened because I returned to Mystic Falls with your father to have you and your sister." Kelly stopped crying.

Matt wasn't sure what his mother was trying to tell him. It all just seemed like a bunch of unlucky coincidences.

"The same thing happened again with Pete which is why I returned here to see if you and your sister were okay that last time I was here," she said.

"So are you trying to tell me your like a succubus?" Matt said incredulously. "If you knew stuff like that happened then why did you make out with my best friend and that Salvatore guy? You could have hurt them."

"They're supernaturals. I could sense it because they didn't have an energy that I could feed on," she replied. "But anyway, I'm pretty sure your sister wasn't what I am but I think you might be."

"Wow, Mom. Just go to bed okay? We'll talk about this tomorrow," Matt said, laughing.

"No, I'm serious." Kelly glared. "Aren't all the people you're close with surrounded by death? Look at Elena and Caroline or even Tyler."

"But I didn't kill them, Mom, like you think you killed people." Matt stared at her, unsure if this was a dream or not.

"Because you're only part of whatever I am and your relationships with people were only very brief. But look at Vicki. I think that our energies combined drove her to be the way she was. We make people sick over time if we don't kill them right away," she said with a serious look on her face.

"So I'm like an incubus?" Matt laughed nervously.

Kelly nodded

"I just came to tell you that but I have to go again." Kelly brushed her hair down and stood up. "I'll come back. I promise."

"Mom … please."

She kissed him on the cheek and left, trying to look him in the eye. If she did she would have lost her will to leave. But he had been right. He was so much better off without her in his life.

….

Tyler took a deep breath and hopped down the stairs with the little vile in hand. He could hear Rose going on and on about someone named Trevor and Damon and Bonnie talking.

He entered the grand living room and stopped at the entrance way.

"Oh you're finally done defiling my house I see," Damon said bitterly. "What is it that you want?"

"I'd be nice to me, Salvatore." Tyler glared at him. "I know you killed my uncle."

"So are you coming to get revenge?" Damon said rolling his eyes.

"No," Tyler said. "I came to tell you that you owe me."

"For what? Not trying to kill me?" Damon spat.

"No, for this." Tyler said.

He walked over to Damon which made him wince with disgust. He knelt down and placed the vile of his blood in Damon's hand.

"What the hell is this?" Damon said, repulsed.

"I was reading through Mason's journal and he mentioned a lot that Katherine had been drinking small amounts of his blood every once in a while. So I thought maybe it was so she could build up immunity to a bite," he said. "So maybe if a vampire that's already bitten drinks some of a werewolf's blood they would get better."

"Why are you doing this?" Damon asked. "I've done terrible things to you. I killed your uncle. I wanted to kill you. I locked you up. And I told Caroline to keep secrets from you."

"Maybe I don't want to help you. Maybe I want to help Rose," Tyler said defiantly.

"Well whatever your reason, thank you." Damon said honestly.

"But this changes nothing between us. I still think you're a dick," Tyler said.

Damon held the vile against his heart and looked at Rose, who was flipping through a book in the corner.

Tyler turned away and walked out the front door and hopped into the passenger seat of his car.

"What took you so long?" Caroline asked, cheerfully.

"I just had to talk to Damon. Nothing for you to worry about," Tyler said before he leaned in for a kiss.

"So where are we going?" Caroline asked.

"Are you really going to drive my car?" Tyler asked, smiling.

"Of course I am," Caroline giggled. "If you tell me where we're going."

"Just start driving, babe. We'll figure it out later," Tyler said, propping his legs up on the dashboard.

Caroline flushed pink and looked down as she turned the key. The car sputtered and didn't start.

"I think your starter is broken," Caroline said.

"Oh well. Who gives a damn," Tyler replied and he pulled Caroline in for a deep kiss.

Caroline pulled away from him and grasped the wheel of the car, feeling the leather under her fingertips. She bit her lip in a very girly smile. She just couldn't help but feel like a giddy middle school girl in Tyler's presence. It was quite embarrassing to her but Tyler never seemed to mind.

"So what were you talking about with Damon? I heard you guys inside," Caroline said.

"I gave him the cure for Rose," he replied.

"Why would you help him? He's an asshole," Caroline said nonchalantly.

"An asshole that you dated," Tyler smirked. "I still remember the Founder's party."

Caroline looked dumbfounded for a moment and shrugged her shoulders.

"That wasn't real. He compelled me for most of it," she replied, looking out the window.

"He what?" Tyler asked, anger rising.

"He never liked me. He just needed me to do stuff for him," she replied. "Like you remember the party I threw at the Mystic Grill? Well, he told me that I was useless and then when I was turned I got my memories back of all the times he'd compelled me to forget things and I realized that wasn't the first time he'd said stuff like that to me."

"I'll kick his ass!" Tyler said angrily.

"No. Come on. It's all water under the bridge." Caroline pulled Tyler back into the car.

"I helped that jerk out because I thought he might be a closet romantic. But now I hear this?" Tyler slammed his fist on the dashboard.

Tyler broke out of Caroline's grasp and marched back into the house. Damon looked at Tyler with surprise. He opened his mouth to say something but Tyler went right up to him and punched him in the face before he got the chance.

"What the hell, man?" Damon shouted and stood up.

"Caroline told me what you did to her," Tyler said, glaring.

"Oh …" Damon looked at the ground.

"Tyler, I asked you not to do anything!" Caroline screamed, running into the house after him.

"Caroline -"

"No! I'm leaving!" She yelled. "You're just like him! Your pride is all you care about!"

She turned and headed out the door. Tyler chased after her but when he got outside she was gone and he knew it'd be useless to run after her.

He turned around at Damon and Rose who were standing in the doorway and sighed.