The Masquerade was supposed to be smooth sailing. At all means necessary: keep Tyler Lockwood from hurting anybody. Anything to stop him from triggering the Werewolf Curse. But of course, Lady Luck was not on your side and you walked in just as Tyler had pushed a girl off of him, making her trip and hit her head something, the details didn't necessarily matter at that point.

But it was Tyler Lockwood! You couldn't keep everything from him, he just looked so...pitiful, it made your stomach churn just a little. He was confused, and filled with anxiety, you couldn't not help him. Damn Damon and his stupid threats.

You blurted out that you were a vampire while Tyler lashed out at you, demanding to know where your strength came from. Unsure how he would perceive the response, it had just slipped out. Claiming that you were the only vampire, which wasn't true at all, but it was the only way to keep Tyler from...well...Damon.

The past week had been filled with Tyler panicking about the upcoming first moon, unsure what would happen; how it would hurt. How it would change him. You made sure you were there for him, that he wasn't alone when he turned, he was far too good for this town and the amount of agony he was about to be in would be brutal.

You had found old journals from his uncle detailing his first transformation, and then the video. You felt sick watching it, you couldn't imagine how Tyler felt.

Tonight was the full moon. It was the awfully dreaded night.

You watched helplessly as Tyler chained himself in the dungeon at the old Lockwood property, you sat on a step, a feeling of frustration as the time slowly drew later. You were antsy, you weren't even sure that you could stay for the whole night, as much as you wanted to.

Tyler lurches downwards with a painful groan, pushing himself to the floor as you move next to him, trying to comfort him somehow.

"No, no, get away." Tyler whines, his eyes squeezing shut and gripping himself desperately, knowing exactly what a werewolf bite could do to a vampire.