Tribrid Salvatore

2x03 Bad Moon Rising

"Thanks for coming, Ric," Damon nodded, waving the teacher into the house, Luna on his hip. She was still a bit sleepy, so her head was resting on the vampire's shoulder and her blue eyes were mostly closed "Can I get you something to drink? Coffee, bourbon? Bourbon in your coffee?"

"Elena mentioned you needed my help?" he replied, smiling at the little girl. She not only had the two Salvatores wrapped around her little finger, Caroline and himself were also well on their way of falling under her charms. For some reason, Luna had this aura around her. She drew in people and made them want to protect her. It also helped that she was easily the cutest child he had seen in a while.

"Yeah," Stefan cut in, wrapping his arm around Elena "We were hoping you could shed some light on the Lockwood family."

Alaric raised an eyebrow "Now, why would I know anything about the Lockwoods?"

"Well, you wouldn't," Damon murmured, sitting down on the couch, his niece settled on his lap "But your dead, not-dead vampire wife might."

"Isobel's research from when you guys were at Duke together," Elena elaborated. Luna looked like she was about to say something but changed her mind when Elena glared at her. The Doppelgänger wasn't sure what to think about the little girl that both Damon and Stefan seemed so smitten with. She didn't like the fact that they were paying more attention to Luna than to her.

"You said that she had spent years researching this town," Stefan stated.

Alaric shrugged "Isobel's research here in Mystic Falls rooted in folklore and legends but at the time I thought much of which was fiction."

"Like that amazing vampire story," Damon smirked, watching Luna playing some kind of game with his fingers, giggling under her breath.

Elena tilted her head "Aside from vampires, what else?"

"The lycanthrope."

"Wait, like werewolves?" the human girl snorted.

Luna immediately reacted, huddling closer to her uncle "No. Please... I'll be good."

"Shh, Luna. It's okay," Damon soothed, running his hands up and down the little girl's back. He looked up at his brother "She always reacts that way once we mention that."

"I don't know," Stefan shrugged, sitting down next to his brother and the distraught four-year-old "Luna, look at me. Do you know anything? Anything at all?"

Her tear-filled eyes locked with Stefan's brown ones "No. No... I – I don't know anything," she lied, stuttering her way through. It was obvious to everyone that she wasn't telling the truth but no one called her out on it.

"Hm," Damon hummed "I've been on this planet one hundred and sixty some odd years, never came across one. If werewolves exist, where the hell are they?"

"Why do you suspect the Lockwoods?" Alaric tilted his head.

Damon looked up "Because vervain didn't affect the mayor at the Founders' Day but the Gilbert device did and it affected his son, Tyler."

"And at the school carnival his uncle, Mason exhibited inhuman behaviours when he fought with one of the carnival's workers," Stefan added "It suggests it's some sort of a supernatural entity."

"We were hoping that Isobel's research could help us figure it out what it is," Elena spoke up, walking closer to the History teacher.

Alaric sighed "Well, all her things are still at Duke. I mean, her office is still there. She's technically still missing."

"So we can get access to it?" Damon probed "Ric, we need to know what we are dealing with. If this wolfman thing is true, I've seen enough movies to know it's not good. It means Mason Lockwood is a real-life Lon Chaney and that little Tyler punk may just very well be Lon Chaney junior, which mean Bela Lugosi, meaning me, is totally screwed."