Tyler Lockwood (firstsuccess) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-04-01 11:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, derek souza, tyler lockwood |
Who: Tyler Lockwood and Derek Souza
What: Tyler has a dream, wakes up as a werewolf
When: This morning
Where: Their apartment
Rating/Warnings: Low/hand stabbing.
Status: Complete
It seemed that Dream!Tyler was never meant to be happy. He’d finally started to get over Caroline, and had started seeing a wonderful witch girl named Liv instead. They’d been happy, and he thought they’d be happy together. But of course, happiness could never last.
At her own sister’s wedding, on the night of the full moon, Liv and Tyler had been grievously injured. And in order to save him, Liv had begged him to end her life with his own hands. By doing so, he’d trigger the werewolf curse again, and become healed by his transformation.
It had been one of the hardest things Tyler had ever had to do, and he couldn’t help thinking about how just months before, Liv had snuffed out another dying man’s life so that Tyler wouldn’t trigger his curse. And now, he repaid her by killing her.
Tyler woke up in his bed, sweating. It was hot in his bedroom, way too hot. It was hard not to feel the sorrow at Liv’s death, even if he’d never known her in this world. Maybe that had something to do with it. When Bonnie had died earlier in the dreams, he’d been able to remind himself that she was fine in this world. But he couldn’t do the same with Liv.
He shook his head and got up from his bed. He was parched, and he needed a glass of water. Or a bottle of whiskey. One of the two. He reached for his bedroom door, twisted the door handle, and stared at his doorknob in his hand once it snapped off from the door.
That wasn’t right. It took a moment for the implications of the broken doorknob in his hand to sink in, but when it did he dropped it onto his bedroom floor, swung open the door, and bounded for the kitchen. Not taking in anything else of his surroundings, he plunged into the drawer that contained the silver cooking knives his mother had given him as a housewarming present. He never used them, because he rarely cooked, but he was glad he had them now. He plunged the knife into his hand, and was horrified to see it immediately begin to heal itself.
What the hell was going on in his apartment? It sounded like something snapped causing Derek to wake up. He then heard Tyler rummaging through a drawer. Sleepily Derek got out of bed leaving his room to see just what was going on. And maybe ask Tyler to be a little more quiet. The wolf needed his sleep.
Only when he walked out he saw Tyler stabbing himself in the hand. Okay, maybe asking him to keep it down wasn’t the best idea at the moment. “Uh…” was all Derek said scratching the back of his head. “What are you doing?”
Tyler glanced up at Derek, the knife handle still clutched in his right hand, the left still partially through his left. It took him a moment to realize why Derek seemed so confused, and he pulled the knife the rest of the way out from his hand. People in his dreams really didn’t have any problems self-inflicting wounds on themselves - he’d even sliced his own hand open with a jagged rock when he suspected that he’d been turned human again - and it took him a moment to remind himself that that was a little less normal here.
“I was testing something,” Tyler said, holding his hand up so that Derek could see that not a scratch marred the surface. “It looks like I’m back in the Full Moon club.”
Yeah that still didn't make much sense to Derek. He didn't have super healing. “Welcome back?” He finally said although he would have preferred to stay human. “What’s with your hand?”
Tyler also would have prefered to stay human. He gave a sigh, putting the knife in the sink and grabbing himself a old fashioned glass from the cupboards to pour himself a drink. He’d have offered one to Derek, but he knew his roommate well enough by now to know he probably wouldn’t be down for a drink immediately after waking up. “Well, it doesn’t have a hole in it,” Tyler commented wryly. “The perks of being a werewolf involve super healing. Especially when it comes to silver.” It was the one injury he could heal from as quickly as a vampire could heal from, well, pretty much anything.
“Sometimes I wish I was your kind of wolf.” He wouldn’t mind the super healing at least. Especially for his dream self who always seemed to be getting shot at. It wasn’t as big of a deal here. “So what happened?” Derek asked going to sit down at the kitchen table. “You just woke up and had the sudden urge to stab yourself in the hand?”
“I wish I wasn’t any kind of wolf,” Tyler said. He ran both his hands through his hair, his shoulders tense. “But no, first I woke up and broke my door, then I decided to stab myself in the hand.” He downed his drink, then poured another. Today definitely seemed like a ‘get hammered’ kind of day. Maybe he’d call Caroline later and see if she wanted to join him, she was usually up for a few drinks. “How hard is it to not kill someone in Mystic Falls?” he suddenly burst out, slamming his glass, once again empty, onto the counter. Between accidentally killing a compelled teenager, mowing down a field full of college students, and now killing his own girlfriend to save his life, it seemed harder than it had any right being.
“Seems logical,” Derek said with a shrug and a small smirk on his face. Because really, stabbing yourself in the hand was never logical. How was this their life? “Can’t answer that question for you.” Derek didn’t dream about Mystic Falls, obviously.
“Apparently it’s impossible,” Tyler grumbled, tossing the knife into the sink to clean later. “Guess I may as well make the best of it. Maybe I’ll try out for the Rams.”