Merciful - TVD [2]

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    That night, Mallory ended up returning to the Lockwood Mansion after the pageant was over and done with. She knocked on the door and soon enough, Tyler opened the door, not looking surprised by her sudden appearance. "I was just about to go to your house," He informed her and Mallory awkwardly nodded her head, "I wanted to talk with you."

Without hesitation, he opened the door wider, allowing Mallory in.

   Just moments later, the couple sat in a room together. Mallory was sitting on the couch and soon enough, Tyler walked over to her, handing her a glass of scotch. "Thank you," He quietly thanked him and Tyler sat beside her on the couch.

"You and Klaus seemed to be having fun today," He commented, causing Mallory to turn to look at him.

"Are you jealous?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Why would I be jealous?" He argued, causing Mallory to give him a knowing look, which led to him sighing in frustration, "So what if I was?"

"There was no reason to be. I'm yours. Not Klaus'. I will never be Klaus'," She assured him as she grabbed onto his hand and smiled at him.

"You never talk about 1864," He stated and Mallory found herself giving him a confused look, "I heard you and Klaus talking. You never told me that you actually enjoyed Mystic Falls in 1864. You only talk about the tomb and George Lockwood betraying you."

"I was there for more than three years, Tyler. There were far more happy times than bad times," Mallory confessed, smiling at the thought.

Tyler moved closer to her, looking interested in what she had to say. "Then tell me about it."

"Why do you want to know about 1864 so badly?" Mallory asked Tyler, a suspicious look on her face.

"I realized something today. You know everything about me. You know my favorite color, you know the name of the first football team I played on, you know everything, but I only know a few things about you and your past. The twenties, Kol, and how you were turned. That's all. You don't tell me anything else about the eight hundred years you've been alive. I want to know. And I feel like 1864 is the most important thing to know," Tyler explained, earning a small smile from Mallory.

"Alright. I'll tell you," She decided, sighing as she drank her cup of scotch in one gulp.

Hours passed and Mallory continued on with her story, telling her all about 1864.

She was standing up, pacing the room while Tyler listened to everything she had to say closely. "Right before he was off to join the confederacy, George and I won Miss Mystic Falls in 1863. After months of practicing, we had finally won. I didn't know I'd be so happy about such an achievement. I used to love dancing. At every Miss Mystic Falls pageant, I've attended, all I can think about is 1864 and for some reason, I smile."

"You never told me you liked dancing that much," Tyler commented as Mallory smiled down at him.

"Because you don't like to dance. I didn't want to ruin it," Mallory complained and Tyler sighed in defeat as he stood up.

She frowned, watching as he walked over to the cd player in the room. He turned it on, just before pressing play. Mallory smiled slightly, impressed as Jazz music began to play.

Tyler turned to her and Mallory couldn't help but give him a curious look. "My mom has thing about jazz lately. She listens to it when she has too much champagne."

Tyler walked over to Mallory, offering his hand. She and placed her glass of Scotch down. She moved closer to him, wasting no time grabbing his hand.