A/N: Just a story I'm putting together, mostly for my own amusement. Tyler is overwhelmed and can't control himself any more. Most of my direct thoughts are put at the end of each chapter, if I have any for that chapter that is.

Title: I Lose Control
Summary: Tyler loses control. He no longer cares about his secret or anyone. Damon is addicted and having control issues. What's Damon got to gain with corrupting Tyler? Is it really corruption? Possible Damon/Tyler. Sticks pretty closely to the main story.
Rating: T (Subject to change in later chapters)
Warning: Excessive violence, minor/major torture scenes from and to major characters, strong language, and tons of brooding angsty werewolf moments. Future chapters also may include some questionable tastes, and dark themes. Once again, rating subject to change in later chapters so make sure you read the ratings and warnings for ever chapter.
Word Count: 4,266

CHAPTER 9 || MINE

Damon's POV

Great week this is turning out to be. First I lose it in front of the Lockwood twerp, and then Katharine turns up fresh out of her apparently only temporary cell. Now, to top it all off, that Original Vamps bitch Witch is after Elena, for something I did! Going off on a mental tangent about how much I hate Witches won't help in this case unfortunately … Though I'd very much like too!

Martin will be dead by the nights end if I have anything to say about it, forget Stefan and Elena's moral high ground and their 'you can be a good person' pep talks. When it's all said and done, who gets everything done? ME! So excuse me if I have to end a life here or there, besides who's going to miss this punk. No one, that's who, I killed his son and his daughter is off somewhere with this Klaus person. So no one is going to come looking, and no one is going to seek revenge. Sounds like a win-win to me.

I'm not a bad guy; I just do the often necessary preconceived actions portrayed as 'bad'. The difference between me and your run of the mill 'bad guy' is that I do bad things for good reasons. When you do things viewed as 'bad' but have the best of intentions, it's easier to be forgiven. My actions can be viewed as selfish and self-less, since I'm putting myself in potential danger to protect someone, though I'm protecting them for my own selfish reasons. Simply put, if you're going to be bad, be bad with a purpose. Otherwise you're just not worth forgiving.

Katharine's plan I'll admit was good. Fool Martin into thinking she's Elena, and then kill him when he least expects it. Except for one thing, I want to be the one to end him. Katharine went up ahead to meet with Stefan and Elena to make the swap and I was supposed to stay back to not frighten Martin off until the deed was done. Why though when I could just as easily take the little Witch down myself…

*Ringtone* Great, what does Blondie want. "What?" I answered probably coming off more agitated then I really was.

"Damon! You have to come quick! It's Tyler, he needs help!" She screamed practically hysterically. Tyler? My Tyler!

"What's happened Caroline? Where are you guys?" I asked much more serious than before.

"Just outside down the road from the Grill, just in the woods. I didn't know what to do! He wasn't breathing but his heart was beating and I didn't know if I should move him or not but the building was on fire and-" She rambled on and on while I only got increasingly worried with each passing word, "CAROLINE! I'll be right there, now do not do anything! Don't touch him, don't try to resuscitate him, and don't even give him blood. You hear me? Just look after him, I'm just down the road." I hung up immediately after my command. The words just fell from my lips for me like I was on autopilot. The moment I heard where they were I started driven towards that direction as fast as my car would take me.

I heard her as I came up and stopped on the side of the road next to the trees. Caroline was mumbling to herself about how worried she was for Tyler. The moment my car was stopped I flung open the door and sped to Caroline not even bothering to take my keys out. The whole way there a sense of foreboding overcame me as I inhaled the smell of burnt flesh that masked the natural scent of Tyler and nearly drowned out Caroline and Matts scent. The burning flesh even clouded the smell of both Matt and Tyler's blood.

"What the hell happened to him Caroline?!" I yelled rather furiously at her all the while keeping my eyes solely on Tyler's completely burnt formed. Caroline looked up as I appeared next to her in shock, but then backed up in apparent fear when I yelled. Her eyes were on me while she gaped and took a couple steps back. I turned to her in a flash and she stumbled a little.

"Damon!" She squeaked out loudly, "Your face, it's all vamped." She motioned towards her own face as she gulped. Taking a deep breath I tried my best to calm down and closed my eyes. After a moment I looked back at Tyler's prone form and dropped to his side.

It was not looking good; he was severely burned from the looks of it. If his burns were severe enough it could be why he has yet to heal, or perhaps he is healing just rather slowly. Then again I'm not the werewolf expert; perhaps they heal a lot slower when they're unconscious.

My eyes roamed his unconscious form some more. His clothes for the most part weren't too bad, his shirt and jacket appeared to take the worse of them. His chest was visible through the burns which meant the left half which was charred was visible as well. The charred flesh ran up from the left side of his neck to his shoulder, after which his neck was a frightening red. His jaw and lower left side of his face was a more light red. Patches of his hair was singed and his forehead as well as the skin around his eyes appeared be severely burned as well, but the rest of his head and face remained untouched.

Caroline was right, he was not breathing and his heart was slowing. Reaching into my inner jacket pocket I pulled out a needle, the same one I used on Tyler a couple days ago, then took off my jacket and plunged it into my arm.

"What are you doing?!" Caroline gasped but I simply ignored her. Pulling the needle out of my vein I lifted my arm positioned above Tyler, and then stabbed it directly into his heart and released my blood. A moment after all the blood was gone from the needle we heard a faint intake of breathe from Tyler, and his chest started to move up and down. Caroline let out a small sob and fell to her knees.

"WHY THE HELL DIDN'T YOU JUST TELL ME TO DO THAT MYSELF!" Caroline hollered at me a moment later. I could hear her seething but I did not turn to face her. "In the time it took for you to get here, he could have died!" She continued when I didn't answer.

A moment later she realized I wasn't going to respond and she let at an exhausted and exasperated sigh. Hearing her slowly get up I thought she was finally about to leave, but in a small whisper she let out, "What's wrong with you." Her tone told me that she was irate now. But what was I supposed to do? I couldn't find it in me to respond to anything she said. There were many reasons I could use to explain why I didn't allow her to do that herself. For one she didn't have a needle and could risk getting bit by him. Another would be that he had my vampire blood in his system and even if he died he quite possibly would just turn into a vampire.

She wouldn't even believe me if I used either of those would she? She'd accuse me of lying just because she couldn't see me protecting her, or she would say I obviously don't care about anyone but myself because I'd risk the chance of him simply dying and not turning. But the real reason I couldn't respond to her was because I couldn't lie to her, and none of those reasons were true. The truth was that it was purely a selfish command. Deep down I couldn't lose Tyler, I refused too. Why? He was mine. I would not allow Caroline to give him her blood, because the only blood that shall enter his system is my blood, just like only I would be allowed to drink from his veins. It was like a deep primal instinct to protect my property.

Deep down and I mean deep down because no way in hell would I admit this to myself let alone anyone else; I cared for the boy's wellbeing. No one would be allowed to hurt him, to drink from him, to feed him, to even bewith him if I could help it. Slowly my anger was intensifying, but it was directed towards myself. I needed to be alone and having an angry Caroline holler at me was not going to help. Standing up I slowly turned to face her, "Get your little boy toy, and leave now!" I spat emphasizing each word.

Caroline stumbled and her face quickly reverted from furious to fearful. She made a sharp intake of breath before she slowly nodded and turned towards Matt. Then she was gone. I watched her go until my mind was free of anger, which left it with nothing but confusion. Walking over towards a tree I collapsed back first into it and sighed. Now what the fuck do I do? This dickhead I've now internally declared as mine? What the hell is that all about? Looking over Tyler's body slowly I noticed the improvement, not only in appearance but in the scent as well. The burnt flesh was cleared from the air and he was looking slightly more normal. Though he was not completely healed yet, I'd say another minute or so. But then he'd be passed out cold from the blood trip he'll definitely be experiencing … Which will be the perfect entertainment for me till he wakes up. Slowly I smirked while watching over his unconscious form.

Tyler's POV

Pain, unbearable pain was all that existed. No coherent thoughts. No ground. No ceiling. No anything as far as my eyes can see. The only thing that accompanied me was the unwanted company of pain. The pain was a searing burn running through my veins, the veins of my body I couldn't move. They spread like wild fire, infecting my entire circulatory system. So quickly did the fire break through everything until it was engulfing my very skin, hair, even my eyes were not safe. After which came a numbness and familiarity that I couldn't quite grasp or understand.

The numbness was the cooling, the absolute freezing of my entire body. The temperature within me just dropped and kept dropping, and with the numbness and the cooling was nothingness. My senses abandoned me and I felt completely and utterly naked. No sight, no sense of smell, no hearing, no taste, not even a feeling of anything.

As my body got colder and colder everything slowly returned to me, a faint noise here and a distant scent there. Then my body's temperature seemed to dramatically rise once more and everything came rushing back at a quicker pass. My eyes snapped open, but I couldn't make out anything except for blurs. I slowly stood as my body evened out and my temperature returned to normal. Looking around I noticed I was surrounded by not only people, but people engulfed in flames, but my vision was still just impaired enough to make it so I couldn't identify anyone even if I wanted too.

My heart raced and I didn't know why, but I subconsciously took a step back and whimpered. Instinct told me to book it out of there as fast as possible as fear gripped me at the sight of the flames surrounding me in every direction. Then a flash, and the flames were gone and people were chatting as if nothing strange was happening. Music was blaring from all directions and everything seemed so normal. But before I can rejoice from the flames vanishing, they reappeared with a vengeance. I could hear nothing but the crackling of the flames.

My body exploded in pain and I screamed as loud as I could without restraint which at the moment I didn't think was odd at thinking that not normal. My body collapsed and was engulfed in flames, flames that were not there. I tried to inspect my body but saw nothing as my vision became completely impaired as the phantom flames spread and covered even my eyes. Writhing around in the snow did not help one bit as I continued to scream to no avail.

Then, as suddenly as the flames came they were gone once more. Opening my eyes as slowly as possible revealed that even the people were all gone? Slowly I felt tears well up in my eyes and I squeezed them shut to prevent them from falling, shaking my head I quickly brought myself into a sitting position and rubbed my eyes. Taking a look around I noticed I was still in the same spot; there was still music and a large bonfire, which I backed away from even though I was pretty far from it, but the people were all gone. Standing up brought a large flash that looked like flames dancing over my pupils and then everyone just reappeared once more. I stumbled at the sudden flash and almost fell over. Sighing I looked around for anyone I knew but gave up quickly when I didn't see anyone in the surrounding people. If there was anyone here their probably lost in the sea of people to me, I guess I'll have to figure this shit out on my own.

Suddenly I heard a voice ring through my head, I couldn't quite place it but the words sunk in none the less. The meaning behind them seemed to take a huge weight of my shoulders, and I released a breath of air I hadn't realized I had been holding in. "You're a werewolf, blah blah woof woof. So what? Instead of running around pouting and brooding, you should be embracing it!"

The voice kept going and it ignited a fire deep within me, I could feel more then hear the howling that seemed to be coming from nowhere and everywhere at once. "These people are inferior too you. You are higher up then them on the supernatural food chain, and by definition they should fear you."

Looking around I noticed that the people around me were no longer consumed by flames nor were there any signs that they ever were. I noticed two people up ahead walking off into the forest laughing and drinking as they disappeared into the dense formation of trees. One of them had a joint in his mouth and anyone else, anyone who was human would not have even seen them from this distance let, alone through the forestry. This voice was right; I'm not a monster, or a freak. I'm a predator, I'm superior. I should fear nothing, and they should fear me. My eyes narrowed as I took note of how the two were well away from the rest of the party goers.

Unconsciously I started taking hesitant steps forward; my body seemed to be moving of its own accord. Nothing was responding to my mental commands, it was pure instinct, and it was invigorating. "You want to turn it off? It's the simplest thing in the world!" The voice rang through me and was perfectly clear. It sounded so indifferent that it was infuriating me to no end. I walked into the clearing that housed the two guys I was unwillingly stalking; they were sitting on a couch by a small fire passing a bottle back and forth. The one smoking the joint noticed me and stood up glancing at me.

"Who's there?" He yelled a bit fearfully.

My gaze fell onto him and him only, and everything else in my vision blurred so I closed my eyes and shook my head. "All you have to do is snap!" The sound of gagging filled the air and a sharp intake of breath came from my right. The scent of blood was heavy in the air as I open my eyes to find my right hand through the boy's chest. I casually brought my left hand to grasp the joint before it fell out of the boys lips and proceeded to yank my hand from his chest. Turning to his dark skinned friend as his body dropped to the ground I brought the joint to my lips and inhaled before I slammed my hand against the other boy's mouth to muffle his screams. The struggle was short lived as I used my blood covered hand grasping his mouth to snap his neck and drop his body into the fire.

Reaching into the pocket of my first victim I pulled out a bag of joints and moved those to my own pocket. Then I lifted the boy off the ground and placed him in the fire with his friend and took the bottle of Bacardi they had been drinking off the couch. I poured a little over their bodies then took a swig. I put the bottle in a pocket and returned the joint to my mouth to take a longer puff. I reached into my other pocket and took my handkerchief to wipe down my blood stained hand a bit before I made my way back towards the party.

Stepping towards the party goers I melted into the large dancing crowd with hopes of just simply blending in. Blocking out all the noise of people talking and focusing solely on the music I fell into a comfortable state and enjoyed the moment. Bringing my hand up to the joint in between my lips I discarded it and fetched the baggie from my pocket. Quickly lighting another I brought it towards my lips once more but before it could make it an arm draped across my shoulders from behind and grasped the hand holding the joint. As sudden as the person made contact I had stiffened, he proceeded to pull the joint from my hand and pull my body against his side as his hand past my face and brought the joint to his own lips then his hand fell limp against my chest arm remaining wrapped around my shoulders. Hearing him inhale deeply I turned my head to see my disturber and found none other than Jeremy Gilbert.

"What's happening Tyler?" The kid grinned when his eyes found mine as he turned his head to face me. His arm was still wrapped across my shoulders, hand still lying against my chest, and my body was still being pulled into his side. So needless to say, we were rather unnecessarily intimately close and for some unknown reason that invoked a strong fearful reaction deep down. Like my subconscious was dreading something from a memory that I myself did not remember. My eyes shuttered as I suddenly felt a phantom hand on my lower back and tongue on my chest. Suddenly a pain shot through my chest right above my heart, like sharp teeth biting into my chest. Closing my eyes with a small gasp I froze up.

"Tyler? You alright man?" Jeremy implored as he detangled from me and placed himself in front of me with a hand on each shoulder. "What is it Ty? Open your eyes."

Slowly I did as he asked and found him leaning forward his eyes penetrating my own. Suddenly a flash passed across my eyes. There were eyes as red as blood contrasting against light blue pupils, protruding veins around the eyes, and fangs within the mouth. My breathing quickened as I heard the same semi familiar voice from earlier. "I want to make you hurt. By drinking you … torturing you … by fucking you…" Shuddering I whimpered at the phantom memory that I couldn't even truly remember.

"Tyler, snap out of it!" Jeremy suddenly yelled while shaking me. My arms found their way wrapped up against my gut of their own accord as I folded into myself. Jeremy's arm found its way around my shoulders once again and I felt him leading me somewhere. Soon I looked back up and saw we were out of the crowed and moving towards a secluded part of the woods. Once we were far enough away Jeremy stopped moving and sighed.

I fell back into a tree and slid to the ground. Staring at the ground I refused to look up knowing there was a vulnerable expression definitely plastered across my face. I folded my knees up and wrapped my arms around them and sighed as well. Surprisingly neither of else spoke; it appeared Jeremy was giving me a moment to calm down. After a couple minutes past I finally managed to get myself under control and looked up.

"Look Jeremy-" My words died in my throat as I discovered it was not Jeremy standing above me but some complete stranger. The thing that terrified me though was the red eyes and fangs. Before I could even begin to stand up he stepped forward and backhanded me so hard that I fell out of my huddled position and rolled a couple of times. Unclenching my fists I placed my palms against the dirt and pushed my body up only to get kicked in the gut and fall onto my back. The man then straddled my waist and grinned down at me. My eyes widened as he raised his fist and swung several punches against my face faster than I could react. Back and forth with his left and right fists and as quick as it started it stopped. His palm cupped my definitely bruised check before moving towards the top of my head and grabbing a chunk of hair. As my head was pulled to the side he opened his mouth and slammed his fangs into my neck.

Just as quick as my neck was pierced, the fangs suddenly got ripped away. The hand gripping my hair slackened and I looked up to find the man being held back by a chunk of his hair and another man behind him leaning over his shoulder. The man looked familiar but I couldn't place it. His blue eyes stared at me but turned back to the other man in his hold. "Don't touch what's mine!" He snarled before bringing his free hand up which held a wooden stake and slammed it into the man's chest. The man gasped as he was dropped to the ground. Sitting up I followed his body as I couldn't take my eyes off him, his body started turning grey and veins started to protrude.

"Tyler! Are you alright Tyler?" A familiar voice shouted. My eyes snapped back to the man who saved me only to find Jeremy Gilbert in his place. Jeremy was kneeling in front of my sitting form and he reached for my shoulder to inspect my neck. "It's already healed. How are you feeling Tyler?"

"What happened to the guy?" I asked in monotone. My eyes travelled across the clearing in search of him. Slowly I felt my body start to tremble slightly.

"What other guy?" Jeremy's eyebrows furrowed. Quickly he did a double take of the area as well before looking back out me still with a confused expression. "There's no one else here but me and you."

"The one that staked that guy. With the black hair, blue eyes and leather jacket. When I looked up you were gone and that guy who attacked me was there. Then as he bit me the guy in the leather jacket came up and staked him." I sputtered.

"Tyler. You sat down and weren't saying anything so I stepped away to call Stefan and Caroline. When I got back you were being attacked and I staked him. No one else was here." Jeremy replied in a steady but serious voice. Jeremy's face was filled with confusion and worry. "Here let me help you up Ty."

As Jeremy pulled me up I closed my eyes and rubbed them. Upon opening them I saw a flash of flames over my entire vision. Immediately I stumbled and nearly collapsed at the sudden flash. Looking around I found myself in what appeared to be a manor of some sort. Looking around I backed up when suddenly Jeremy passed by without even glancing at me. Looking to the other side of the room I found Damon standing in front of a chair, tied down to it was Mason.

"I love her." I heard Mason say.

Damon rolled his head as he said, "Oh I know! I've been where you are." Slowly Damon walked towards the chair holding Mason and bent forward to lean over him. "Katherine will only rip your heart out. Let me do it for her." Suddenly Damon shoved his hand into Mason's chest and ripped his heart out. Mason's head feel forward and his expression was of pain, eyes wide until his head dropped enough that I couldn't see his face anymore. Damon dropped the heart and stood straight once more frowning. His gaze turned towards me and he titled his head. Slowly he started to make his way towards me but half way there the room engulfed in flames though he just walked on through them. I collapsed in pain and screamed looking myself over but found no flames on me, just all around me. But my body felt differently. Then everything went black.

A/N: First things first, yes, I took that quote ("If you're going to be bad, be bad with a purpose. Otherwise you're just not worth forgiving." From 4x12) and expanded it for my own purposes here, how could I not? It's just so Damon, and perfectly describes his actions.

Holy crap? How long has it been? I think nearly a year and a half since I last updated this story O_O I'm sorry, and I have no excuse other than real life, lack of motivation, writers block, and no inspiration. I knew what I wanted to do with this chapter for the most part, but after that I just had no idea where to take the story, and still don't. I just HAD to sit down and finally finish out this last bit of idea I had for this story, in hopes that it would spark more plots and future chapters.

I'm not giving any promises, if you view any of my other fics you'll notice I have shady updates, so fav/alert and wait on your own risk. I do intend to finish most of my stories, eventually, and this one being a must finish in my case. I just have no set plans at the moment, so updates may be pretty sparse.

I have a basic idea of where to take the next two chapters, as well as chapter titles. Again though, I do not have any promises to decent update times unfortunately. Chapter 10 will be titled 'Damaged' while Chapter 11 will be titled 'Phantom Flames'. Last note, I've been writing this chapter off and on again since February, so take that as an example of my terrible updating skills.