The Howling ▹ Klaus Mikaelson

19.

THE HOWLING.

CHAPTER NINETEEN : what does it mean if i love the enemy?

She could hear them as soon as she climbed onto her balcony. Drawers being pulled out, dumped, and then tossed to the side. Her mattress was being flipped over; her wardrobe was being ransacked. Rowan could've sworn she'd heard a couple floorboards being pulled up. Her mom was shouting at people, and then Rowan heard the unmistakable click of handcuffs. Rowan's eyes fell shut as her mother's shouts became muffled by a car shutting, and she could only wonder what kind of bogus charges the framed her with.

Only when the entire house was void of any heartbeat, aside from the two cops outside, Rowan opened the balcony doors and stepped inside. The guards were most likely left to capture herself or Tyler if they were to come home. Tyler's dead, Rowan though to herself. They'd be waiting a long freaking time.

Rowan sighed as she took a look around; everything was broken. Besides, what were they even looking for? Like any Lockwood would be stupid enough to leave evidence.

Rowan walked down the hall, into Tyler's room, and exhaled deeply. Trashed, just like hers. Rowan thought back to the cellar, his body. Her brother's body was going to rot in that cellar. He didn't deserve that.

Walking back to her balcony, she easily made the jump. She grabbed a shovel and exhaled before walking in the direction of the cellar. Wouldn't be first time she buried a body, and most likely wouldn't be the last. The old stone was in her sights when she heard leaves break under someone's weight. Before she could turn around, she felt something hit her back, and electricity course through her body. Rowan fell to her knees and huffed out a laugh at the wide eyed cop holding a stun gun baton.

"Why do I have a feeling that's from animal control?" Rowan asked, standing upright. The cop held the baton up threateningly, but Rowan could see the fear. Shaking her head, she simply snatched the weapon from him, and hit him in the head, knocking him out. She picked up the baton, rolling her eyes at the Mystic Falls Animal Control logo on the bottom. She shot a deadpanned look to the sky and shook her head.

Picking up the shovel, Rowan continued on her way to the cellar. And when her phone rang, she groaned.

"Rowan, where are you?" her mother asked as a greeting. Rowan pulled the phone away from ear, seeing Carol was calling from her cell, and sighed.

"I'm in the woods, a few feet from an unconscious policeman."

"Are you just saying he's unconscious for my benefit, but you really mean dead?"

Rowan rolled her eyes and felt for a pulse on the man. "He's very much alive."

"Are you with Tyler?" Carol asked, hopefully.

Rowan's eyes fell shut. "Tyler ‒ he's out of town," Rowan lied as she began walking.

"I don't think so anymore. He just hung up on me when I told him about Caroline."

What. "What? You called him?" Rowan questioned, her confusion growing. Her mom answered with a yes. "And he answered? Tyler answered?" Rowan was running toward the cellar.

Not understanding her panic, Carol repeated, "yes." All she could hear was Rowan muttering indistinctly and the creak of a gate. "What's going on, Rowan?"

Rowan dropped the shovel and hung up the phone as she stared at the very empty cellar. Her mom had talked to Tyler on the phone. No body. God, Rowan felt like puking. She walked numbly up the stone steps when she heard the click of multiple guns, she was breathing heavily when they cops shoved her to the ground and tied her hands together with wolfsbane soaked rags. Although her skin sizzled, she felt nothing until someone hit the back of her head, knocking her out.