"Woha," Sean said as he caught eye of something. "Matt, I take it back. You're right, I'm wrong and oh my god."
Matt, Caroline and a couple of guys from the team turned around to see what Sean was staring at. "I don't see anything, man." Matt said.
"Up at the terrace, Donovan," Sean directed and nodded up to where they could see Tyler and Damon kissing passionately, their bodies fused together, pressed up against the rail.
"Holy -" Mike coughed, "Well, all bets are off then. They're definitely together."
Caroline just stared. She should have noticed. Shaking her head she pulled out her phone and texted Damon.
~*~...
Damon broke form the kiss, his eyes cloudy with lust and his head swimming as he felt his pocket buzz. He fished out his phone and saw that Caroline had texted him.
Get a room.
Damon laughed breathlessly and showed the text to Tyler.
"I think that is a great idea," Tyler said and grabbed Damon hands.
~*~...
They made it inside just in time for the mayor to start his speech.
"Thank you, thank you all for coming. Today we are celebrating the 150th Spring Fling, and it is a special one this year," he smiled, "My wife and I have worn our red bands for twenty five years, On this night, twenty years ago, we were engaged. This is a special night. We have worn our for... as old as it makes me feel, a quarter of a century, and tonight, our son is wearing his for the first time." He paused, watching peoples reactions. Many people had noticed Tyler wearing the red band, but few knew who he was with. "I will admit my wife and I were somewhat surprised when it turned out it was none other than council member Damon Salvatore who caught our sons eye," he smiled, even if somewhat strained, "To the happy new couple,"
The crowd raised their glasses, some looking somewhat confused, and made a toast.
"Well," Tyler muttered, "So much for making a quiet escape,"
"No shit," Damon said, "C'mon," he took Tyler's hand and dragged him backwards. Tyler had no idea where they were going, which, as it was his house, was very strange for him. The hallway was dark and unlit, but Damon seemed to know perfectly well where he was going. A few minutes later they came out of the dark corridor and into the well lit hallway of the third floor.
"What was that? Tyler asked.
"A secret passage," Damon said with a wicked smile. Cassandra Lockwood had shown it to him before Katherine had come to Mystic Falls.
"How did you know it was there?"
"Ancestors diary," he replied and pulled Tyler to him,
~*~...
Richard Lockwood did indeed wish on rare occasions that he was not the mayor. Between his official job description, the Council, being a husband and a father, and on top of that the bomb their son had dropped on them this evening, he was exhausted.
He stopped short as he turned the corner. And now his eyes were betraying him as well.
"Tyler -" Damon gasped and arched against the hot body pressing him against the wall. The elder male was flushed pink, his shirt untucked to reveal pale creamy skin that contrasted greatly to Tyler's tanned hands. "Whatever happened to our short breather?" Damon joked breathlessly.
Hurriedly the Mayor stepped back around the corner.
The only response he got was a deep rumble form Tyler's chest and teeth nipping at his neck and littering kisses all the way up to the full and pink lips. When their eyes met, Tyler's eyes were glowing amber. The sight made Damon pause. He brought his hand up and traced Tyler cheekbones with his fingertips. Damon felt something inside him break at the sight. The full moon was just in a few days and Damon found the thought of Tyler spending it alone, or with Caroline unbearable.
"Tyler..." he whispered. He kissed the warm lips gently, "I need to tell you something."
Tyler paused and the amber glow faded from his eyes. "What?"
Damon pushed away from the wall, "Let's go somewhere private."
They went to Tyler's room, which was only down the hall from where they were. "So what do you have to tell me?"
"It's more of a... confesstion," Damon said. "A big one."
Tyler tensed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Am I going to be angry?"
"Probably," Damon admitted. "I just... I know, Tyler."
Tyler frowned, "Know what?"
"About you," Damon said. Tyler froze. "I know about the Lockwood curse." he sighed, "I've known... for a hundred and thirty years."
Tyler blinked, "What?"
"I've kn-"
"I heard you!" Tyler snapped, "You're -"
"I'm a vampire. I am Damon Salvatore. The first, one and only original founder Damon Salvatore." Damon sat down on the bed. "There is a lot you have to know -"
"Caroline said she was the only one." Tyler said.
"I know," Damon said, "I'm sorry I made her lie to you. When you turned, I initially wanted Caroline to stay away from you -" Damon said.
"Why would you do that?"
"Because she is my Childe, my daughter, in vampire terms. I made her. And you are dangerous."
Tyler paused, "I don't... I don't understand."
"Werewolves and vampires are mortal enemies. It was not always so, but a couple of thousand years ago, we were cursed, by Bonnie's ancestors of all people," he rolled his eyes, "He cursed the vampires to the night and the wolves to the moon. Between us, we nearly wiped out the human race. A single bite could kill us."
"So... how many of you are there?"
"There is me, Caroline and Stefan. Most are dead. Most know better than to come here."
"Why did you turn Caroline - and when?" he asked and sat down next to Dmaon on the bed.
"Founders day," Damon replied, "After the accident. I gave her my blood to heal her. Katherine, my maker, killed her. To become a vampire you have to die with its blood in your system. I never intended for Caroline to turn. Of course, she already knew about us, so she knew what to do..."
"Katherine sounds like a bitch..."
"You have no idea. Each of our families have their curses, Tyler, For the Gilberts it's the curse of the doppelganger. To break the curse, you need the blood of the Petrova doppelganger and a werewolf. Katherine is one and she had a child before she was turned, and is thus the founding mother of the Pierce family. Who, eighteen years ago mixed into the Gilbert Family. Elena is the living doppelganger - she and Katherine looks just the same. So if you ever meet Elena and she smells like a graveyard and Chanel No. 5 it's Katherine." Damon said and smiled weakly.
"So people want Elena dead?"
"Oh yeah."
"Which is why you're here?"
"It's why Stefan is here. We had a bit of a love triangle back in the 1860's. Elena was pissed when she found a picture of Katherine in one of Stefan's diaries..." Damon chucked.
"Why are you here?"
Damon swallowed, "I came for Katherine... and for Bonnie. Back in 1860's, there was a round up of vampires, and I made a deal with Emily Bennet, the most powerful witch of the time, that if she spared Katherine, I would watch over her family and ensure her line's survival for as long as I walked this earth."
Tyler gaped, "So Bonne is a witch?"
"A Salem witch at that. A powerful one. Scary little Judgy." Damon said dryly.
"Wow..." Tyler said..."Just... wow."
"I'm sorry,' Damon said, "For not telling you the truth as soon as you turned, but... Stefan, Elana, Caroline and I were the only one who knew about you, and you have no idea how many people want your blood on that rock."
"I understand, I think." Tyler said, "I mean... "
"Oh... and I killed Vicky... sorry." Damon said, looking truly apologetic. "I didn't mean to... but she was so..." he made a face..."Actually I only turned her. She made a fine vampire. Of course, then Stefan butted in and staked her..."
"Why?"
"He has this idea of that he always knows best," Damon said, "He doesn't have the balls to do what is necessary. And of course righteous Elena is not much better..."
"And what do you want?"
"I want to keep my family alive," Damon said, "and the people I love. And I'm willing to kill to do so. I have done it before, and I wont hesitate to do it again."
Tyler took a deep breath, "Wow..." He turned to Damon, "This is... so much."
"I'm sure I'll come up with more... - oh, Alaric is a vampire hunter - he knows as well. His wife, Isobel is Elena's biological mother - a descendant of Katherine, and my vampire child. John Gilbert - Elena's father, sent her to me... she wanted to be turned, so I figured, eh, why not?"
Tyler laid down on the bed breathing deeply. Damon leaned over him with an insecure and searching expression on his face, "Do you hate me now?"
Tyler looked at him, "god...no, Damon I don't hate you. I just... thanks for telling me, I guess."
"And,..." Damon bit his lip, "The head of the founding families are part of something called the Council."
"The town council?"
"Yeah, but also the Council that keeps the paranormal in check- by that I mean kills vampires. I'm fairly certain your father does not know of the Lockwood curse though... "
"But you're in the coucil..." Tyler frowned.
"Someone has to point them in the right - and sometimes wrong direction," Damon said. "It is not the elder vampires that pose a threat, but the younger orphaned ones. They kill indiscriminately and leave bodies all over the place."
"And what do you do?
"I used to have donors. Caroline was my donor for a little while. Now I get my liquid diet form the blood bank. I want to live, and most of us know that people talk more now than they did a few hundred years ago. We adapt."
"Right..." Tyler frowned, "I've bitten you..."
"While in human form.," Damon smiled, "They take much longer to heal, but they do no damage."
"Good," Tyler rolled them over, "Does it make any sense that even after this... all I want to do is... you?"
~*~