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ᴛʏʟᴇʀ ʟᴏᴄᴋᴡᴏᴏᴅ (cantbefixed) wrote in hellascenes,
@ 2013-09-26 17:50:00

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.

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cantbefixed
2013-10-30 02:37 pm UTC (link)

He knew how it would look to anyone who knew them if they came upon what was happening; there would be no denying it, no making excuses, not when the truth was so obvious. The way that they danced so close; bodies moving in rhythm, pressed against one another. But the true story was the one being told by their eyes. Those looks that lingered; far more intimate than the one friends shared glances. He devoured her with a gaze; took in anything and everything that was Elena Gilbert. It was the strange dynamic with her; sometimes he felt like the hunter, and sometimes he felt like the prey. His concern should be with Caroline; he knew he should try to make things right with her...but all Tyler wanted to do was live in that moment forever. With Elena. Even without her emotions, she had been there for him when everyone else turned their backs. They had traded barbs; flirted, fought, but she hadn't kicked hi out. Maybe, even then, she had needed him in the same way that he needed her. Neither of them might admit it but that didn't make it any less true.

The kiss was more than the first they had shared; there was nothing brief about it...when their lips finally made contact, when he gave it and did what he had been thinking about since she showed up in the bar, he knew it wasn't going to be the last. Her lips were soft; lush and sweet, with just a hint of the alcohol that they had been downing earlier. She was just as fierce as he was; just as demanding, her tongue forcibly parting his lips, an action he was eager to comply with. It was easy to get swept away in it. To forget that this place existed at all. That anything outside of her did. Elena took him by surprise, though. A burst of preternatural speed and strength; his back was against the wall to their right, the force would have been enough to take the breath from his lungs, but her kiss had already done that. Who cared if any of the other patrons noticed? If they stopped and stared? None of them mattered, not in the slightest.

And this was a Hell Dimension; that was something that all of them had been repeatedly told. No-one was going to blink at what had just happened. A small groan escaped into her mouth; she had been aggressive without her emotions...but this was different. Even more intense; because he knew the same feelings, desires, that were dominating his entire being had to be flooding through hers. They could destroy the building with what they wanted to do to each other and even then Tyler wouldn't have wanted to stop. He had never been known for his self control, despite all the progress he had made. But he also wasn't submissive. Both hands on her hips now, he tore his mouth away from hers, a growl coming from the back of his throat. Putting strength behind the movement, he flipped their positions, lifting her up and spinning around so that he could shove Elena into the wall. He knew that she could handle it. He was holding her up with ease; shoulders pinned against the strong support behind them, hips more lined up, so that her feet were barely touching the ground. He buried his face against her neck; breathing in the scent, teeth skimming over her skin. His bite was deadly; he wouldn't, not to her, but there was an element of danger to it. “This is your last chance to run...” The words were barely audible against her flesh. His hands had moved down to grab her ass through the tight jeans that she wore; he wanted to go for more, he wanted his hands under her top, he wanted to feel every curve of Elena Gilbert.

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dontfixme
2013-10-30 04:16 pm UTC (link)

Elena knew better, now, with her emotions back, she knew better than ever and yet, here she was, pinning Tyler Lockwood to the nearest wall of this dingy, hell bar. Her lips pressed to his, tongue forcefully between his own, brushing around every crevice she could reach and every corner. She tasted the traces of their drinks from earlier along with something that was distinctly his. Whatever it was, it had her hooked like cocaine junky. She couldn't stop herself from kissing him hard, hands sliding to his face, cupping the smooth cheeks as s he pressed every part of her against him.

Elena had been with vampires, but nothing that drove her to the brink like this. The edge. That made her feel wholly every bit of the vampire, the animal she was, and she knew all of it had to do with the teenager she was locking lips with. He brought it out. The wolf. It was only a matter of time before he flipped her. Before the shock of being sent into a wall wore off and he was taking charge again. Tyler was a hybrid. He was technically stronger, faster, and deadlier to her than she was to him. One bite and Elena would be dead unless Klaus was feeling charitable which was looking doubtful considering everything she'd done and her Caroline's currant dislike of her. But Tyler wouldn't bite her, would he? He bit Caroline despite his deep feelings for her. Then again, he was pressed against her best friend in some dark, dirty bar too. All bets were off and he was in a frenzy.

His groan sent a shiver down Elena's spine. She wanted to make him do it again, more than anything else. It viberated in her ears along with his pounding heart. Somehow he managed to pull away from her lips, a growl audible and a sneaky, rather dangerous smile tugged at the vampire's mouth. She made him growl like the wolf he was inside. It was different than the Salvatores, more freeing, more intense then she ever thought it could be with someone else, especially Tyler. Suddenly, he flipped their positions, Elena's back to the wall, a low moan slipping out as her bone collided with concrete. It hurt, possibly bruised for a minute and then healed instantly. Even if he hadn't been a hybrid, Tyler could have held her against that wall with just as much ease. Head tilted back, she inhaled sharply, his breathe, hot on her neck, and his teeth, dangerous canines brushing her skin. "You going to bite me, Ty," she said breathlessly. He didn't though. Instead, his hands moved to her ass, grabbing it through her jeans and she laughed. Last chance to run? Why would she ever run? It felt good. Bad, but good. "Oh really? Maybe this is yours-" she pressed her lips to his ear and kissed the lobe roughly, moving to his neck, and allowing her fangs to grow long against the skin.

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