The next morning greeted them with sunshine and warmth. Carol was watching her son and his... boyfriend by the pool. The two looked so incredibly happy and they chased each other around the lawn, tossing the football back and forth between them.

That was until Tyler grabbed Damon and swung the older man over his shoulder. Carol chuckled as she observed their antics. She could see Damon starting to struggle as he realised Tyler was headed or the pool.

~*~...

Damon gasped as he broke the surface and started to swim towards the edge. Tyler slipped gracefully into the water and wrapped his arms around his pale and cold lover. "I hate you -" Damon growled.

Tyler just laughed and slipped his hands lower, "No you don't," he rumbled.

~*~...

Mason pushed the curtain to the side as he watched the two youngsters in the pool. Youngster, he corrected himself. Damon was 160 something years old. He scowled as Tyler pressed the vampire against the edge of the pool, his chest to the bloodsuckers back.

While it pleased Mason that Tyler was so much bigger, and so obviously dominant, it was still a vampire. Damon let his head rest on Tyler shoulder and the teen nibbled on the vampire's neck. Mason scowled.

Closing the curtains he headed downstairs to the kitchen. On the way he met the dripping wet couple, seemingly in a rush to get upstairs.

Mason did not want to know.

But this was his chance. Carol was alone and his brother were alone and the vamp was busy. This was his chance.

He heard the door to Tyler's room slam and jogged downstairs. "Carol, I need to talk to you and my brother," he said.

Carol straightened up in alarm at her brother-in laws rush. "Is something wrong?" she asked and followed him to her husband's office.

"Yes, and keep your voice down," he said and entered the mayors office without knocking.

Mr. Lockwood looked up, annoyed, "What?"

"Quiet," Mason said and closed the door. "How long has Tyler been with Damon Salvatore?"

Carol visibly relaxed, "If you have an issue with them, lay it to rest -"

"I don't have an issue with Tyler screwing a guy -" Mason snapped. His brother winched. "But I do have an issue with him screwing a vamipre!"

Carol and Richard paused. "You cannot be serious," Richard said first, "Damon is a dedicated member of the Founder's Council -"

"Cause he founded the founder's council!" Mason spat. "According to his Sire - he is over 160 years old - The original Damon Salvatore of Mystic Falls, a confederate soldier and vampire," he hissed.

"It makes no sense. He has killed several vampires -"

"How do you think he knows so much about vampires? How do you think he has the strength and speed to kill a vampire?"

"How do you know so much?" Richard asked, "You refused to join the council -"

"I know... because I dated Damon's sire - Katherin Pierce - or Katarina Petrova if you prefer." Richard's eyes widened as he recognised the name. "Of course I fucking ran when I realised what she was."

"You should have killed her."

"She is six hundred years old. She can bench-press a truck, Richard, and faster than Superman and a psychopathic bitch to boot. I ran."

Richard just swallowed, "But why has Damon helped us kill vampires, if he is one himself?"

"Damon is protecting his territory - and possibly his family to ensure that the line continues. He considers Mystic Falls, and everyone in it, his. He already turned the sheriff's daughter!"

"How does he walk in sunlight?"

"His ring -" Mason said, "Katherine had one like it, lapis lapzuli or something like that. A ring made by a witch..."

"Witches? Mason you're loosing you mind," Richard said and stood up. "What's next? Werewolves?"

"You have to believe me!" Mason growled. "Your son is upstair with a man that even as a human had no qualm about killing people- he was a confederate soldier. He could be feeding from him -"

"Tyler has no scars -"

"No you think vampires only feed from your neck? They'll bite anywhere with an artery!" Mason whispered harshly.

Carol sat down with her head in her hands, "We've invited him into our home."

Richard turned to his wife, "Carol, you cannot believe him."

"There was blood on one of Tyler's towels, Richard," she said, sounding panicked, "-fresh blood. We have to do something."

~*~

A/N it was short, but hopefully good!