Lights Flicker And Fade : Kol Mikaelson [3]

279: I Was Feeling Epic

a/n: I hate this chapter, but I've also accepted that it's not my fault the TVD finale sucks lmao - MJ gets to have some fun (and make some 'controversial' choices mwhaha), remember to comment and vote xxxxx
- Bea

As Cade's bell rang through Mystic Falls, Tyler Lockwood would be lying if he claimed he didn't feel it. Something, shifting, under his skin. He wasn't a witch; he wasn't a ghost; no one else who'd died before seemed shaken by the vibrations rumbling through every building, ready to rupture, as civilians rushed from their home.

Another 'gas leak.' It was becoming the new 'animal attack.'

Luckily, Tyler could slip past the police with extraordinarily little questioning, traipsing up the bell tower...forcing himself to climb those stairs, knowing damn well what was waiting for him at the top. Waiting for him might've been the wrong phrase. Vicki Donavon wouldn't know he was in town; he highly doubted she expected to see him, and he highly doubted that she wanted to see him, especially after watching Matt's being deflate after talking to her.

The clockface was a glowing gold, usually a lighthouse in the night for its residents, now overseeing their departure, flashes of red and blue decorating the roads beneath it.

"Damn," Tyler couldn't help but pause in the doorway, "The Donovan's built that?"

He didn't mean to sound so surprised, but, even when he was on a mission for good, part of Tyler Lockwood would always be a douche-jock.

Vicki froze at his voice.

She stood, her hair a mess of heat-made curls, like she'd just raced out of a tornado's path. Matt had last seen her flying into the sky, but now, she'd finally landed, facing a bell her bloodline was entuned too. With each clang, it turned red, fading to orange, then yellow, like a flickering candle between them, pretending to be something gentle, hellfire bursting just below its surface.

"Why did everyone else's family get witch-shit?"

"You gonna claim you didn't benefit from 'witches' more than anyone else?" Vicki's voice was low, eyes piercing, "Hello, Tyler."

He only ever seemed to end up back in that town when it was falling to pieces.

"Did Matt really think you'd be able to stop me?"

"Matt explicitly told me to stay as far away from you as possible," He admitted, "He clearly forgot how 'well' that suggestion worked when my mum tried it."

Her lips almost turned up.

"You really wanna blow this place up?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Her voice grated, "Ty."

While he was slightly taller, football muscle evened out, skin sun-kissed from all the travelling, stumble a normal part of his face, she was trapped in the same skin she'd died in. Then again, she'd died a vampire. She would've stayed that age regardless.

Still.

Something about it sat in his stomach.

"I was stuck in hell, I end up here, and I realise they're pretty much the same."

"Then do it," He bobbed his head, "Good on you."

"...Get Matt out," She didn't understand what he was doing, "I know you never really cared about me, but if you cared about Matt? Get him out of here."

"This town's his home," Tyler reminded her, "He's not abandoning it."

"You're the future mayor of it," She rolled her eyes, "And you're claiming not to care."