AN: SO I'M GONNA GO AHEAD AND FINISH THIS STORY UP, I KNOW IT MAY FEEL A LITTLE RUSHED, BUT THE EPISODE IS TONIGHT.
PS. THINGS AT THE LOCKWOOD MANNOR ARE HAPPENING SIMULTANIOUSLY WITH WHATS HAPPENING AT THE LOCKWOOD 'DUNGEON'.
"Tyler, you're home late. Did practice run over?" Misses Lockwood greeted her son, poking her head out of the dining hall.
"Something like that" he answered dropping his bag and gear at the bottom of the stairs before rushing up them. He did not want to humor his mom right now. He did not want to do anything right now, unless it included brooding in his room alone.
"But Tyler aren't you hungry?"
"Not really" he said stopping his progress up the stairs. He didn't want to be completely disrespectful to his mom.
"Why don't you n come and have dinner, we have a guest" he then looked over the banister to see his mom fully emerged along with "Jules".
"Jules" gave a short wave, "I hope I'm not intruding".
In his experience, when people have to say that they usually are.
"Jules was just telling me about some of Mason's infamous college days"
"Yeah?" was all he could manage. Again, he was not in the mood for humoring, but he knew it wasn't right to be so disrespectful to their suspicious guest, but more importantly his mom shouldn't have to deal with her alone.
They had set the location. They would use the Lockwood's confinements since it was already set up for werewolf containment, (granted Stefan and Caroline had made sure things were a little more sturdy ahead of time, (considering how close Tyler came to eating Caroline 'alive'). The others had finally arrived in groups, Damon and Rose, then Elena, Bonnie and Jeremy, whom of which Elena was not too pleased was there.
"Pleased to meet you finally" Rose said faintly in Bonnie's direction, extending one hand. Though, Bonnie just looked at Rose's sweaty palm as if it could infect her.
"Well I'm sorry I can't say the same thing"
Rose looked up at Damon wondering if it was just her.
"You must excuse Bonnie's prejudice, she means well after all" Damon had his suspicions that despite Bonnie's vendetta against all vampire kind, she was inexplicably fascinated and couldn't stay away. Why else would she agree to all of Damon's half baked plans?
"Let's just get this started and over with"
"As you wish" Damon rolled his eyes at Bonnie's audacity to order him around, but out of gratitude he went along with it. Each vampire made a joint effort in securing Rose's shackles, pulling on them with all their strength, checking the door one last time before Bonnie began her quiet mumbles
Rose was cradled in Damon's lap as he stroked her hair away from her face. Bonnie's whispers had been going for it felt like forever and besides Rose's labored breathing and profuse sweating, the spell didn't seem to be having an effect…until without warning Rose screamed and jolted forward out of Damon's arms. Damon stood up frightened from the action himself. He looked at Caroline, who he saw had moved forward in concern as well. She nodded at him Yes, this was normal
Rose's eyes began to glow bright yellow while heaving on her elbows. The screams continued.
Bonnie squeezed her eyes shut, forcing away the horrific screams emitting from Rose. Her only consolation was to know that the spell wasn't affecting her as much as it would have a week ago. There were no nose bleeds or nausea. The only pain she felt was for Rose.
She continued to writhe in pain, jolting in inhuman or vampiric movements. Her bones were visibly popping out of their sockets and contorting, her skin was darkening all the while still screaming through sweat and tears. Her pain was insufferable.
"God stop it! Please stop!" she cried. Vampires still felt pain. They felt pain just as well as any human, they just recovered quickly. But this…this was continuous. How were you supposed to recover from something that wouldn't stop?
Elena, unable to watch any longer buried her face in Stefan's chest and his in her hair, setting off a chain reaction. Jeremy turned away, willing himself not to vomit, Caroline and then even Damon.
Damon gritted his teeth. He wanted to go to her bad. But he knew better than to get too close.
They sat at the supper table in silence, every now and then remarking on what a great guy Mason is or their hopes that he was okay where ever he was. But Tyler couldn't take anymore.
"Yeah, great guys leave their only grieving family with a goodbye text message" he said over them. They both looked at him confused, so he continued. "Great guys only show up to there brother's funeral to steel from him. Great guys Lie to and beat their nephews." And then Jules interrupted.
"Look Tyler we don't know what happened to Mason. Maybe he did abandon us. Maybe he just wanted to start over. Maybe he's down in Tahiti soaking up some sun, drinking out of a glass/umbrella ensemble or maybe he's being held captive in a case of mistaken identity. Maybe he's was in an accident, injured at the bottom of a cliff and he needs our help. You don't know, so for now why not show some respect." After that being said the trio fell back into silence, but not for long.
"You're right I don't know what happened to Mason, but if I did, I wouldn't tell you. I don't know what your relationship with Mason was. I don't know if he even knows you at all. You could be the one that put him at the bottom of the hypothetical cliff. Maybe you're just some stalker, wondering what happened to their prey. What I do know is you have some nerve showing up at our house out of nowhere, telling me what I can or cannot think about my uncle"
The argument escalated back and forth while misses Lockwood unsuccessfully tried to bring peace back to the party. They were now standing inching closer and closer to one another, white knuckled.
Unsurprisingly, Tyler was the first to swing. Apparently he was never taught not to hit a lady or maybe he just didn't care. What was surprising however was when Jules caught his fist in her own and slammed into his jaw with her other and still more surprising was how much it hurt. He could feel his jaw dislocate. There was a short pause between when he snapped his jaw back into place and when he tackled the shocked Jules to the ground. Misses Lockwood fled the room screaming, fumbling with her cell phone. God only knows who she could call for help.
They pounded each other furiously, taking turns with dominance, until they broke apart suddenly, each massaging there temples. The pain was coming fast. They both knew what was happening. They didn't know how or why, but the pain they felt could only mean one thing.
.AN: I CHOSE TO STOP WHERE I ENVISION THE NEXT EPISODE PICKING UP. THANKS TO EVERYBODY WHO READ THIS AND THANKSx2 TO ANYONE WHO REVIEWED OR OFFERED ADVICE.