Vampire Diaries Imagines

The Sound of Reason - Tyler Lockwood

The Forbes house was quiet when I got there, a rare occurrence. I knew Caroline wouldn't be there. She stormed off to Elena's, I'm assuming. And before everything got heated and out of hand, she told me their mom pulled a late night at the precinct. So it was just YN. When I walked in, the youngest Forbes girl was stretched out on the couch, flipping through a magazine. She looked up as I entered, her brows knitting together.

"Uh oh," she said, tossing the magazine onto the coffee table. "You've got that look."

I rubbed the back of my neck, kicking the door shut behind me. "What look?"

"The one that says you might have fucked up and are too stubborn to admit it." YN smirked, sitting up and patting the cushion next to her. "Come on, spill."

I flopped onto the couch with a sigh. "We had a fight about Klaus. Again."

Her face hardened at the mention of his name, but she didn't interrupt. That was one of the things I loved about YN. She always let me get it all out before passing judgment.

"I'm just so tired of being his little puppet. He snaps his fingers, and I have to jump. Caroline doesn't get it. She says I should just-just ignore it, but she doesn't understand what it's like to be sired to someone like him."

YN nodded slowly, her fingers tracing patterns on the armrest of the couch. "Yeah, I get that."

And she did. More than anyone else. YN was sired to Stefan, but unlike Klaus, Stefan didn't use it to his advantage. He respected her boundaries, her control over herself. Klaus, on the other hand, used me like a tool. A disposable one at that.

"If this is gonna go where I think it might be going, I'm gonna need a drink... or two," YN stood and made her way to the kitchen. "Want one?"

"Please."

She returned with two glasses of bourbon, handing one to me before sitting cross-legged on the couch. "Okay, Ty, let me get this straight. You fought with my sister again about going after Klaus to try and break the sire bond you have with the lunatic, came here instead of talking to her because I'm guessing she stormed off probably to Lena's, and now you want me to... what? Fix it?"

I shrugged, taking a sip. "Not really. I mean, like her, I kind of just needed to vent. But you are better at getting her to see most reason. So... if the shoe fits."

She laughed, shaking her head. "You do realize that Caroline is one of the most complicated people on the planet, right? Borderline bipolar, honestly."

I snorted into my drink. "You said it, not me."

YN's teasing smile softened. "Look, Ty, I know how much she means to you. I know how much you mean to her. But going after Klaus? That's a bad idea. And I'm not just saying that because Caroline is my sister. I'm saying it because I'm your best friend, and I've seen firsthand what Klaus is capable of."

I stared at the liquid in my glass, swirling it around. "So, what? You think I should just let him keep controlling me?"

"No," she said firmly. "That's not what I'm saying at all. Do I agree trying to break the sire between you and the mother fucker is in your best interest? Oh, totally. One hundred percent. Don't let me stop you. If Stefan and I could break ours, we would, in a heartbeat. Not that I mind being sired to that particular Salvatore brother, because he respects boundaries. If it were Damon, nine times out of ten, I would be so screwed." She explained with a slight giggle which in turn made me chuckle.

"But going in guns blazing... Not the approach I would go for. I mean, I've seen what he's capable of and so have you. Diving in head first without a plan is the definition of a suicide mission. One that no one wants you to go on. I'm sure there's a much simpler and less bloody way to break it. We've just got to find it."

"Well, your sister seems to think I should just do nothing and just ride it out."

YN sighed. "She's scared, Ty. That's all. She doesn't want to lose you."

I looked at her, frustrated. "So what am I supposed to do?"

"Honestly? I don't know." She shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. "But no matter what amount of dialogue I spout at you, you're gonna do what you want anyway."

I laughed despite myself. "You know me too well."

She grinned. "Damn right I do. Look, if you want, I can try talking to Caroline. But no promises on a good outcome. She might throw something at me.And there's a good possibility I might need a place to crash when I, no doubt, blow up at her for being a bitch and toss her across the house like a rag doll. So, uh... can I assume that your place will be well and open if that happens?"

I smiled, feeling some of the weight lift off my shoulders. "Yeah, sure. Mi casa es su casa."

YN clinked her glass against mine. "You're an idiot, Lockwood. But you're my idiot."

"Thanks, YNN," I said, meaning it. She gave me a playful punch on the arm, and for the first time all day, I felt like maybe-just maybe-I wasn't completely alone in this mess.