ᴛʏʟᴇʀ ʟᴏᴄᴋᴡᴏᴏᴅ (cantbefixed) wrote in hellascenes, @ 2013-09-26 17:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | !20 pts, elena gilbert, tyler lockwood |
Who: Tyler and Elena
Where: Bar in LA
When: Tonight
What: Dealing with manipulations and drama
Warnings: TBD; will update
Status: Closed
Hell or hell dimension; in the end, the different didn't matter. Both were an apt description for what this place had turned out to be. A few seconds was all that it had taken for things to explode into chaos and a raging storm of emotions. Something that had become standard practice in Mystic Falls and had seemingly followed them....there was, of course, a common denominator. Klaus' arrival in the Virginia town had been a catalyst for events that would forever change everyone's lives. The Original hybrid was a selfish creature hell bent on manipulating everything and everyone to his will; a desperate need for companionship, yet no one could tolerate him for very long...not Stefan, nor his own family. Tyler had dealt with it firsthand. Being a slave to the whims of a maniacal sociopath; one that only wanted what he couldn't have. Like a child jealous of another's toys. That's what Caroline was to Klaus; as much as it constantly pissed him off, Tyler knew that. If Klaus ever had her, things would change. The fascination would end…the lure of the forbidden fruit gone.
Tyler was far from perfect; the time in the Appalachian mountains may have changed him, but it hadn’t completely done away with the ‘short fuse’ that he had been born with. Anger issues were still there; when he saw that Care wanted to go out for drinks with the man who murdered his mother, red had flashed before his eyes, blood boiling with the kind of fire that came from such intense emotions. Klaus had been quick to come along; offer his meaningless words, the taunts, imply that he was the ‘hero of the story, while Care played the victim, and Tyler was left as the asshole who screwed everything up. The truth was simple though; the Original would never be the one to save the day…he might provide aide, from time to time, as long as it benefited him in some way, but there was a hollowness to all of his actions. And Caroline…she wasn’t acting like the girl he had been forced to leave. His Care was neurotic, emotional, but she wasn’t a victim. She never backed down; it was why their fights were so heated and passionate. Suicide, flipping the switch, it wouldn’t have crossed her mind. Tyler didn’t know what to think of that. All of it had left him reeling; and now everyone was brandishing torches and declaring how things were his fault, all of it. Another masterful manipulation by Klaus.
It was why he decided to head straight for the bar; alcohol had a numbing effect, on both the body and the mind. This year alone, he had lost more than he knew how to deal with…the grief had almost been unbearable, but even though, he had never contemplated turning his emotions off. Now the mess had only grown even larger than it had been at home. Piling up; more drama, layer after layer. Being around Elena was liberating; she was honest, even if she was aggressive and unwilling to pull any of her punches. Tyler didn’t have to pretend with her. Didn’t have to deal with any of the other things that currently plagued his life…he could just exist. None of those thoughts, though, currently had him feeling any better. It was a struggle just to keep the anger suppressed; to not destroy the bar, feel the wooden cracking and splinter when he hit it, smash the glasses against the walls. No, he would sit there, quietly seething, watching as the bartender slid his drink in front of him; just jack daniels, neat, something to take the edge off.
She was going to be here soon; Elena had told him to text her once he had found a place. Maybe he should be rushing off to Caroline; but he didn’t know what to do. Anything he said, anything he did, just set her off even more. Made the drama escalate; the way she was acting…he didn’t know. Klaus would be there; he didn’t have any doubt about that. Trying to provide comfort, slipping in words of deceit, playing the game that he had for a millennium. In his heart, he had believed that they could always find a way, after everything that they had overcome…this place was only serving to blacken that, to distort it somehow. He took a small sip; fighting the urge to just toss it back, but enjoying the sensation and slight burn in his throat. He turned his head, glancing around, trying to seek Elena out. The rest of the crowd didn’t exist right then; Tyler had cut himself off from that.