The few days after the massacre of the other hybrids and the death of his mother are like a blur. Caroline and Liz helped him set up most of the arrangements. Bonnie's dad comes out of the woodwork to step as the new mayor and everything in town seems to keep moving, and Tyler just feels trapped in time, in the heaviness of it all.
The Lockwood estate is huge, he's always known that, logically, but he's never really truly realized it before now. It's so empty. He's the only one who lives there now. He's barely eighteen years old, a monster, and now he has his own mansion. It'd almost be hilarious if it wasn't so damn painful. It life is beginning to feel like some sort of joke but he isn't quite sure he wants to know the punchline.
He used to be such a selfish dick, and sometimes he wishes he still was. It'd be easier. It's easier not to care. He had cared about helping the hybrids, to help them break the sire bond the way pretty much no one helped him. But it didn't do anything except get them all killed anyways. Klaus holds the trump card always, somehow. He always ends up winning. He hates it. He's so fucking sick of it.
It's even worse that these days Caroline seems to eye Klaus with pity in her eyes. He doesn't know what that's fucking about he hates that too.
A distraction is what Tyler needs and then some. And even more than that, he needs an escape. He can't stay in that house, so when Jeremy extends the offer he leaps to take it. Maybe he couldn't save the hybrids, but maybe he can still help someone. As far as he can tell, being a hunter like this isn't much different from being sired. There's no free will, no control, of course Tyler wants to help. He's been there. It sucks. And Jeremy deserves someone who actually wants to help, bot just people who want to use him as an ends to a means like Klaus and the Salvatores.
He's sitting next to Jeremy now, making quick work of his own beer. He's probably been drinking a little too much lately, overcompensating for the grief that's constantly crushing him, but he doesn't always know how to deal with it.
Clarification: he never knows how to deal with it.
Finally, he breaks the silence.
"Do you ever wonder what would happen if we just left and didn't turn back?"
Mystic Falls, he means. His mom and Liz had tried to help him and Caroline go on the run together. He wishes sometimes they had. That they had just escaped all of this.
;; never ever too late and omg I would never ignore this ok.
The Lockwood estate is huge, he's always known that, logically, but he's never really truly realized it before now. It's so empty. He's the only one who lives there now. He's barely eighteen years old, a monster, and now he has his own mansion. It'd almost be hilarious if it wasn't so damn painful. It life is beginning to feel like some sort of joke but he isn't quite sure he wants to know the punchline.
He used to be such a selfish dick, and sometimes he wishes he still was. It'd be easier. It's easier not to care. He had cared about helping the hybrids, to help them break the sire bond the way pretty much no one helped him. But it didn't do anything except get them all killed anyways. Klaus holds the trump card always, somehow. He always ends up winning. He hates it. He's so fucking sick of it.
It's even worse that these days Caroline seems to eye Klaus with pity in her eyes. He doesn't know what that's fucking about he hates that too.
A distraction is what Tyler needs and then some. And even more than that, he needs an escape. He can't stay in that house, so when Jeremy extends the offer he leaps to take it. Maybe he couldn't save the hybrids, but maybe he can still help someone. As far as he can tell, being a hunter like this isn't much different from being sired. There's no free will, no control, of course Tyler wants to help. He's been there. It sucks. And Jeremy deserves someone who actually wants to help, bot just people who want to use him as an ends to a means like Klaus and the Salvatores.
He's sitting next to Jeremy now, making quick work of his own beer. He's probably been drinking a little too much lately, overcompensating for the grief that's constantly crushing him, but he doesn't always know how to deal with it.
Clarification: he never knows how to deal with it.
Finally, he breaks the silence.
"Do you ever wonder what would happen if we just left and didn't turn back?"
Mystic Falls, he means. His mom and Liz had tried to help him and Caroline go on the run together. He wishes sometimes they had. That they had just escaped all of this.
But is escape even an option anymore?