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ᴛʏʟᴇʀ ʟᴏᴄᴋᴡᴏᴏᴅ (cantbefixed) wrote in hellascenes,

At any moment Tyler could have forced his way inside; he knew that wasn’t lost on her…maybe it was about playing the game, or maybe it was just giving Elena a chance to change her mind. She wasn’t, though. No, she was eager to keep pushing buttons, throwing out carefully constructed sentences with the intention of seeing just how close to the edge that she could get him. He could hear in her tone; Tyler could all but imagine the look on her face as she spoke from inside the (momentarily) safe confines of the part…how her lips would curl, the glimmer of mischief in her eyes…or maybe devious would have been a more apt description. “That’s what you think, huh?” He still sounded fairly calm but it was difficult to know how long that façade would last. “I have more faith in Care than you do…and I know that douchebag isn’t nearly as smooth as he thinks.” Of course all the things that she was saying had entered his mind at one point or another; the doubt, that sick feeling in his stomach as he considered just how real a possibility it could be.

The outside of the door had already taken a fair amount of damage; heavy splintering at the point where his fist had connected…he would have felt bad for her roommate, but that was another cause of unexplainable jealousy, that some guy he didn’t even know was living with the vampire. It wasn’t like Tyler hadn’t earned a reputation either; triple letter varsity athlete, the richest kid in school, academics hadn’t been something he really applied himself towards…but he wasn’t dumb. “You dream about my biceps a lot?” It was easier to taunt her with something as childish as that; at least, easier than dealing with the reality of what she was saying. “Maybe you just don’t know me, Gilbert. Because I know how to use my muscles, what to do with them…I’ve got plenty of moves.”

Emphasizing his point was going to be a lot more fun in this instance; she had given him all the ammunition he needed…Tyler could say as much as he wanted, taunt and tap into arrogance, but it didn’t do anything to quell just how angry he had become. Old habits…sometimes you never really dropped them, no matter how much you tried to improve yourself. Letting out a slow breath, he grit his teeth together, eyes briefly flashing amber, even if she couldn’t see from the other side. “Trouble? Yeah, I wouldn’t exactly call this trouble.” This time when he kicked the door Tyler put a lot more effort into it; there was a loud crack, wood splitting and splintering, metal giving in. He had knocked the door open; it was barely hanging from the hinges now, crooked and misshapen, Elena should consider it a miracle that it hadn’t been kicked flat to the ground…the chair that had been propped against it hadn’t survived his outburst of violence, either.

She was all the way across the apartment, though. Ready to make an escape at the balcony door….a backup plan, which he was kind of figuring on, Tyler was just too stubborn to give up, even if she elected to use it. He stepped inside, almost a challenge….there was pretty much no denying that in this situation, he was the predator and she was the prey. Not that he was going to hurt her; that wasn’t what this was about, not by a long shot. “Seriously, Lena? I know the Salvatores’ didn’t have to go through all of this just to see you.”