The Other Lockwood (On Hold)

The Ritual

"Do you want to tell me why Stefan's Brother kept calling you wolf boy?" I looked to my brother to see him conflicted.

"Promise you won't freak out?" Tyler questioned.

"Why would I freak out? It's not like you killed anyone." He had a guilty look in his eyes. "You didn't kill anyone, did you?"

"It was an accident, I swear!" He looked like he meant it, but why? Did he not know about the family curse when it happened?

"How did it happen?" I whispered.

"Everyone was a little drunk, and well, it went downhill from there..." He looked down, as if he was replaying what had happened again in his head.

"Is there anything else?"

"Well, yeah... there's a curse on our family... and once you kill somebody, you become a.. uh, a werewolf."

I sighed. "I know." I said under my breath, but he heard me.

"What do you mean you know?"

"On vacation this summer.... I accidentally, uh, killed someone...." I looked down, the memory causing me pain I had buried deep down.

"How many months?" He seemed a bit angry.

"It happened the third week I was down there..." Silent tears fell down my face.

"Did you know her?" He looked at me with sympathy while coming over to where I was and wrapping his arms around me.

"Yeah, She was the reason I went down there. We were like best friends, not as close as you and I are, but she was in a close second. Look at me... I'm pathetic. I can go through a transformation once a month, with all my bones breaking and and feeling little pain, and here I am, crying over something I can't change. I'm done crying, After tonight. I will not cry over things I can't change." I looked at my brother after my little declaration and he seemed confused.

"When you transform, it doesn't hurt?" he looked extremely confused.

"A little bit. But I can usually transform without much pain." I paused, "That's weird isn't it?" He nodded his head.

"Well, so much for being a normal family." He smiled.

"Hey Ty?" he looked at me, "Does Dad know?" A look of pain crossed his face.

"Andy, Dad's... dead." I looked at him with my mouth agape and shock written all over my face.

"D-dads what?" The water works were starting to come, but I tried to hold them in.

"I'm so sorry Andy..." He went to comfort me, but I got up, and I just ran. I ran out of the cellars, and ran until my legs couldn't carry me anymore.

I stopped in the middle of the woods, I look around, and I have no clue where I'm going. Great.

I burst out into tears and I lean my back against a tree and slide down it.

My dad can't be dead. Mom didn't even flinch this morning whenever I asked her.

They didn't even call to tell me! I think I deserved to know when my own father dies!

And this is why I don't like people.

After a few minutes I stopped. I told myself I was going to stop crying about things that I couldn't change. It just shows weakness. I still sat there, for hours. I looked up at the sky and noticed that It was almost dark. Tonight's a full moon, so I need to chain myself up. I got up and started heading to the cellars. Tonight was a full moon so I needed to be locked away.