The Little Red Wolf//klaus mikaelson☾

02//uncle mason

"Tyler, honey! Abby! Come outside!" my mother shouted up the staircase. "Get down here!"

My body protested, angered by the moves I made. It felt against my conscious worse than most, but I continued to walk further down the stairs. It wasn't much of a hassle to make it down there, but I still yearned to be within the comforts of my brother's flannel sheets. He was nearing close behind me with a solemn look on his face; he always wished he could make amends with my father, but we had run out of time.

His hair was thick and black. I could see those bright, blue eyes that still held all the memories inside that remained from when I was a child. I inherited those eyes from him which only made my father happier when he saw me.

I reminded him of his childhood; his brother.

"So the black sheep returns," Tyler blurted, his arms squeezed close to his chest.

"Tyler?" he turned to face the both of us. "Oh my gosh, Abby!"

"That's me," I shrugged.

"What happened to you two? In my mind you both were twelve years old," my Uncle Mason was dumbfounded.

I smiled at him; he was his usual self — always the comedic.

"Then that's two years older than the last time you saw me, Uncle Mason," Tyler joked, pulling my uncle into a hug.

They held each other in an embrace for a few seconds, silently holding on for support. I knew the both of them were staying strong for me. Mason just lost his brother while Tyler and I lost our dad. There was no comparison between the two of us; losing someone was hard.

"You know you both don't need to pretend that you're strong or something because of me, right?" I blabbed, annoyed at them treated me as if I was a sheet of glass. "My dad died. My mom hates me but I'm still breathing."

My uncle pulled away from my brother's embrace. He smiled at me — his lips were pressed tightly together with weary written all over them. In his once lively, blue eyes I could see his pain and struggle from within. It wasn't much, but I could tell that he had changed from the last time he was here and my gut was telling me it was something other than my father's death. I shook it off, turning my back to the both of them. It did not take much for the two of them to follow me; in fact, I believed they turned to me in this time of need.

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"Hey Elena," Tyler greeted at our door. "Thanks for coming. Come on in."

Today, we were having practically the entire town in our home to grieve the loss of their mayor, our father. It was a close-knit town; the death of my father affected everyone within the town's borders.

There was something off about Elena, but I pushed it aside. The death of my father seemed to be pushing everyone towards the breaking point.

Bonnie and Damon Salvatore were the next to enter. I found it peculiar that Elena, Bonnie, and Damon did not enter together, but I shook it off. Hopefully this cloud of confusion would lift sooner or later.

I preferred sooner.

After some time, my brother and I were practically about to throw up our insides from being hugged to the breaking point. Matt had come, who only gave me a pitiful look and a quick "I'm sorry". But, I accepted Donovan's minor gesture; it felt that his was the only genuine look of sorrow and grief towards my brother and I. I yearned for Caroline to be here. The bubbly blond always seemed to make my mood increase, but since the accident...

I had totally forgotten my brother had been in a car accident last night. After hearing the same ear-shattering noise together and the death of my father, the physical state of my brother seemed to be one of the last things on my mind.