Tyler (roguehybrid) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2014-01-12 22:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | niklaus mikaelson, tyler lockwood |
Who: Tyler and Klaus
What: Dealing and someone picks a fight
When: Tonight
Where: The Wilderness
Warnings: Talk of past character death, ass kicking
Again. It had happened again and each day it was becoming harder and harder to watch just as he knew it was becoming harder for Caroline to endure. Tyler hadn't been there when it happened, but he'd walked in on the aftermath. He'd picked her up and taken her out of the prison and buried her body. Sometimes he wondered what he'd find if he went back to the place where her body had been laid to rest. If he wasn't scared of what he would find or see he would have already dug up the grave. After he happened, he'd held Caroline in his arms and let her calm down on her own. How was she supposed to move on and grieve her friend when she kept seeing her each day? In a way that Bonnie shouldn't be remembered.
On top of that, someone else had died. When he'd first heard the news, he didn't understand. Why had Sheldon been out there in the first place? While his old roommate might have been able to go into painful detail of the correct procedure to use a lightsaber as a weapon, there weren't lightsabers to use here. He shouldn't have been going from town to town and if he had been then they should have had more people with him. He didn't fault Priya for what happened, but as skilled of a fighter she was, she was one person. She was human. Sheldon wasn't a fighter. He never should have been out there and the idea that someone had approved their outing made his blood boil. He'd already yelled and tossed some shit around in the cabin until Caroline managed to calm him down. After that he stayed quiet but it was obvious to both Alcide and Caroline that he wasn't okay. Tyler knew that he wasn't okay.
Alcide was back after his visit to the prison and people in town and Elena had stopped by, so Tyler excused himself and said he was going to go out for some air. It was true, but he quickly ran off from the cabin and gained some distance. He didn't want Alcide or Caroline coming after him. Tyler did need some air, but he needed to have it where no one else would see him. He needed a place to let go and he didn't want Caroline especially to have to watch him after all she was already dealing with every day ever since she'd been reliving her death.
As he ran, Tyler could feel his wolf dangerously close to the surface and he tried to push it back down. He didn't want to let go that much and end up doing something he'd regret. There was too much death here and he couldn't afford to lose control. Not like this.
Stopping to catch his breath, Tyler leaned forward against a tree. It took him a few moments but after he gained his focus, he realized where he'd ended up. Seriously? This part of the woods looked much too familiar and he narrowed his eyes at the sight of one of the cabins. He'd walked past here a few times to check out their set up, but this was the first time he'd passed by the Mikaelson cabins in a while. He knew which one was Klaus' and he felt that hatred towards him start to boil up again. It had all started with him. So much had happened because of him and suddenly Tyler wanted to make him pay. He'd not been able to make anyone pay. Not Bonnie, not Priya, not the demon that they'd already killed, no one. He might not be able to kill Klaus, but he could fuck him up.
No one was there to make him realize that this was a very bad idea. No one else was there to talk him down or make him come to his senses, so when he approached the cabin with not a single weapon in his hands, it was clear that Tyler Lockwood wasn't thinking rationally. Usually out of their group he was one of the more level headed. He could see the bigger picture. No, now he was reverting back to the old Tyler. The Tyler that didn't care what the outcome of this would be but was sure that he would come out on top. The Tyler that was looking for nothing but a fight for the sake of a fight.
"KLAUS!" He spotted a rock about the size of a brick on the ground and picked it up only to throw it straight at the cabin as hard as he could. "Get your sorry ass out here."