The Good Daughter

Three

Stefan and I had split up, something that we wouldn't be telling Nik about. It felt good to have a little bit of breathing room.

Hundreds of sweaty bodies jumped around me, dancing to what modern day teens would call music.

Personally, I was partial to classical music, only because it was the Mikaelson's preferred taste and I grew accustomed to it.

This was meant to be a party, or at least, a mockery of one. It smelled strongly of booze and weed. Was this the kind of thing I watched in movies?

I had to say, I was mildly disappointed, maybe even a little disgusted.

"Morgan?" Tyler Lockwood blinked in confusion. "I thought you were dead."

"I'm looking for my brother." I had to shout a to be heard. "Have you seen Damon?"

He shrugged. "No, but he's around. He's been guarding Elena."

Wasn't she dead?

"Do you want to dance?"

I shrugged. "I don't really know how." Why not.

"I'll show you." He gently grasped my hand, tugging me further into the crowd. Honestly I couldn't get a firm read on him either.

This was much different to the parties we had in New Orleans, especially since I didn't have an overly protective family watching my every move, glaring at anyone who dared to ask me to dance.

Tyler put my hands on his shoulders, and set his on my hips, gently shifting them until we looked like some of the other couples in the crowd. I couldn't help the laugh that bubbled up in my chest.

It felt ridiculous but I actually kind of liked it.

He grinned, and once I got the rhythm, moved his hands to my waist. "What happened to you?"

I didn't want to talk, so I kissed him instead. He drew me closer, and we stopped moving. It was strange, how the whole world seemed like it was put on pause.

All I could feel was his hands on me.

His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I let it happen, ever curious on what he might do. I could taste the cheap alcohol on his lips, which puzzled me because he was far from drunk.

I'd been kissed before, but never like this.

He pulled back, looking a little dazed. "Do you want to get out of here?"

"God, yes." Nik would kill me if he knew what we were doing.

Tyler grasped my hand, dragging me through the crowd. On the way out, I saw Elena arguing with a blonde. A very angry blonde.

So she was alive.

How had she survived the sacrifice? I thought she had to die to complete it. Did Nik know about this?

Focus Morgan.

Tyler pulled me into one of the spare rooms, shutting the door. He quickly stepped into my space again. "You're beautiful."

"Not so bad yourself, Lockwood."

He grinned, and then his lips were on mine. I grasped his shirt, and he let me tug it over his head.

Holy hell.

Tyler barely broke the kiss as he backed me into the bed, and the mattress hit the backs of my knees. One hand perched on the bed, and the other wrapped around my back. He laid me down gently.

I flipped the both of us over, straddling his hips. A brief look of shock marred his expression before we were kissing again.

His hands slid up my thighs and I felt him growing hard.

I took a moment to take off my own shirt and let the poor boy breathe. He only watched the action with an appreciative eye.

He sat up, and began kissing along my neck, I threaded my fingers through his hair, giving it a tug and drawing out a groan from him. It was a delicious sound.

I rolled my hips against him, and he pulled me closer, if that were even possible.

In a move I didn't predict, he flipped us again, and he slotted himself between my legs.

Suddenly the door opened, and the both of us froze. I was grateful I was mostly hidden.

"Tyler!"

He picked his head up. "I'm a little busy, Caroline."

"Yeah well this is a friend emergency, so get off whoever that is and come help." The door closed.

He rolled his eyes. "Sorry."

"Better luck next time." I pecked his lips. Even if the mood was effectively ruined, it did help get my mind off wanting blood.

"There's gonna be a next time?" Tyler seemed downright hopeful.

"Maybe."

I had to go as well. I didn't know how long we'd been in here and I'd prefer not to trigger Nik's rage.