Chapter 1 Death and Life
I was cold, my hands almost completely numb, clasped together, rubbing them to get some warmth into my calloused and scarred hands, before returning them to my suit pockets. I wandered through the streets, it was late or early, I suppose, half two in the morning, and I was awake, like I was so often nowadays, sleep just seemed to avoid me like the plague.
The cool air helped numb the dull ache coursing through my body, though not by much, a result at least in part due to my increasingly brutal gym sessions. Perhaps the ache was a sign to slow down, but I could not; it was not how I had built and maintained my physique over the past five years. The ache was just a sign that I was improving, getting stronger, and stopping was just not something I would do.
Continuing my slow pace throughout the city, I thought back to how this all started I was still in med school chipping away at the career I always desired when my relationship had started to get rough, all the hours away had started to take its toll then one day we split up and a friend recommended I hit the gym.
Since then, I took my unhealthily skinny body and transformed, adding a large amount of muscle and tone. When I inevitably finished med school and got my degree in heart surgery, I had to slow down, the hours at my new job demanding it, but I had started to grow bored with the monotony of it all. My life was good, I was fairly attractive, smart and healthy, but it lacked the excitement I was after, the only fun I had was when I hit the gym and practised MMA, the rest of my days being the same over and over again.
I am a young man, for gods sake, I should be partying, making memories, waking up in beds that are not my own, but, no, instead I work the prime of my life away. Turning a corner I watched as the night started to wind down most pubs had been shut for hours, however the club's had only just closed the few patrons left were staggering out onto the street or hurled over bins, the occasional body lay passed out on the pavement, faces pressed into the snow Walking by them, observing as I did, one or two faces stood out as I walked past, the faces of colleagues I was familiar with. Pulling my jacket on tighter to fight away the cold December air and increasing my pace I continued my walk into the night.
Walking through the increasingly empty streets, the soft crunch of snow beneath my feet, and nothing but my thoughts to accompany me.
I looked up towards the looming tower blocks that encompassed the city, my eyes were drawn towards the central area of my city, the largest of all the buildings over double the height of even the largest of the other tower blocks. It stood like a great monument to engineering, the grey, sterile cladding left it seeming utterly inhuman and yet all the way up there was my tiny one-bedroom flat.
I focused on the tower through the heavy snowfall and thick smog that always fills the air, thanks to the factories on the east side of the city. Gazing up at the great grey tower I could just about make out a strange orange glow. I sped my pace up to investigate the strange glow, the tower was still at least ten minutes away so I began a slow jog in an attempt to get there quickly.
Just as I started up towards the next street, the crunch of snow and crack of ice underfoot, a siren cut through the air. A fleet of fire engines, followed by ambulances, sped past me, my stomach turning as I thought of the obvious reason they were out and heading towards the centre of the city. I moved faster, now approaching a run and ducking into an alleyway, jumping over fences and side-stepping rubbish bins. I left the alley and all into the street at the back of my building and saw it dozens of floors, hundreds of flats, and the all-consuming blaze, even at the other end of the street, the heat could be felt.
I continued forward when a crash echoed at my side. I jumped and turned, seeing a large rat perched on a bin digging through its contents. As I landed, I felt myself slip on a half-melted sheet of ice.
My body hit the floor, and pain shot through me. My head smacked the curb with a crunch, my vision blurred, and my mouth filled with blood. I tried to reach the railing not too far from my left arm and found myself unable to move. I looked around as well as I could a blurred orange light filled the alley, no doubt the light from the fire bouncing off the remaining snow.
I spat blood out onto the pavement watching the snow turn a deep crimson. Sirens screamed from the other side of the building, assaulting my ears in the process. Light burned my eyes as surely as the flames burned the tower block. I tried to call out, to cry out, scream out, but no words left my mouth; only a muffled scream was drowned out by the sirens still echoing through the night. My eyes started to close. I fought with all the might I had, but try as I might, my body defied my will, and I felt myself starting to fade.
I always wondered what heaven would be like, if it was even real, if I was going there, I hoped that the good I had done would at least buy me some favour if I did. All I knew was that I was glad the ache in my head was gone and my body was no longer freezing cold.
Light so bright filled my vision it burned my eyes, I cried out and tried to shield my eyes, but my arms were too weak, is this hell? I thought to myself, what did I ever do to deserve hell? I had this sudden feeling as though I was flying, but realised that I had been picked up by a giant who was looking down at me. I tried to tell him to put me down, but it only came out as cries.
Voices broke through my thoughts, my eyes were still blurry, but the voices seemed familiar, "Another son, he shall be a great warrior," exclaimed one of the voices. A warrior that's odd in this modern day you don't really get warriors, perhaps he means soldier but that
Is not me. Why a soldier, though I asked myself why he would not want me to be a lawyer or politician or something along those lines, something that I could live comfortably from. "Without a doubt, Mikael",, another one of the voices replied, again it was familiar, "even though the birth was easy, you should rest, Esther". Wait, what, Esther and Mikael, it can't be they're from a TV show, it's just a TV show, it's not real. "Finn Elijah, get in here and meet your baby brother". "Yes, Father", one of the boys replied in a quiet voice before two heads popped round the corner, then a second later walked into the room.
It could be a coincidence, no, it has to be, there is no way I was reborn in a TV show, but the evidence is there, the names and voices matched, perhaps I was given a second chance to live. Which one am I? I had not watched the show in a while, but from what I remember, the next child born after Elijah was Klaus, the original hybrid. Could I be him? "What should we call him, my love?" came the voice of my new mother. My father responded after some thought ", Asmund". Odd, there was never an original with that name in the show, perhaps the names are actually a coincidence, but I doubted it, something inside me told me that I was a Mikaelson. I looked over at Finn and Elijah just to check how old they looked. The former looked to be five or six, and the latter two or three. Perhaps Klaus had not been born yet, I wondered. I might be the older brother of the original hybrid.
Elijah and Finn both walked closer and leaned over me to get a better look at me, both with grins on their faces. Obviously, the prospect of a brother sounded good to both of them. I looked back at them both, they did have a resemblance to the oldest original siblings, though they were young, so it was hard to tell. Mikael handed me over to Esther, and I got a look at both of their faces. There was no denying it now, although both looked younger, they were certainly the patriarch and matriarch of the original family.
I had definitely been reincarnated as a Mikaelson, there was no question about it, and knowing what I knew, my life could end very suddenly, or if I was careful, I could endure for centuries.
Chapter 2
As the days passed, it became more clear that I had been reborn as a Mikaelson in the 10th century, and it was not some weirdly realistic dream. At the very least, I could say that this life would be less boring than the last if I lived long enough to enjoy it, that is.
Life was slow for now, every day the same. I would sleep the majority of the day, I would be fed, and a whole host of people I had not seen in the show would come and see me. I suppose these were the other villagers. There were a lot more of them than I expected. In all honesty, from what I remembered from the show, it was a small village, but from what I could tell, there were probably a few hundred people living there.
When awake and not surrounded by strangers, I would try to speak to little or no effect, just resulting in incoherent noises, although that could be expected from a newborn. This inactivity just left me with my own thoughts, and I tried to think back to my days of watching The Vampire Diaries and its two spin-offs. Unexpectedly, it seemed as though my memory was near perfect, being able to recall most events in the shows with amazing clarity.
I knew I needed to prepare for the future and all of the threats that came along with it, even if I did become an original I was still far from being the top of the food chain characters like Dahlia, Inadu, Cade, Silas and a few others would still be a threat that I may have to face. Just as I was beginning to start thinking about the future, the door at the front of the room creaked open, and a small figure darted in, Finn, I presumed it was hard to tell with the lack of light in the room. I looked around at the small room we where in, from what I could tell it was one of two in the small hovel our family resided in, this room was only about three metres in width and just a bit longer as far as I could tell, in the corner sat a large bed covered in animal furs similar to the one on the floor.
I was knocked out of my thoughts by the familiar face of Finn popping up over the top of the crib, a big grin plastered on his face as he picked me up. Out of the two of my brothers, I had seen Finn the least as he only visited maybe twice a week since I was born, compared to Elijah, who visited multiple times a day intending to try to get me to say his name. I was still a long way off speaking, so I appreciated the times when Finn visited the most, as he did not try to get me to speak; he only spent a bit of time talking to me.
Finn was also where I got most of my knowledge about the village. At first, I was a bit confused that I could understand the language, as it was not English, but I supposed it was a skill I got from my rebirth.
Within, a year, I could both speak and walk. It was a difficult process, but both of my parents seemed especially impressed by the speed at which I learned to do both. As I learn to speak, I quickly realised that I was not speaking or hearing in English, for some reason, my brain seemed to translate it for me, but as I learned more of the native language, the difference between the two seemed larger.
Over the next few years, I learned how to read and write in the native language too, the reading being exceptionally difficult as it was runes, but with time, I became quite skilled with them.
As soon as I could walk, I helped around the farm, starting with small things like feeding the few goats we had or carrying small amounts of produce from one place to another. I also started training with Mikael, Finn and Elijah. It was difficult at first, especially since I could not use most of the weapons until I got older, whereas both my brothers were already excelling with bows and were alright with other weapons.
About a year after I was born, Esther had another child, Klaus. I was excited to finally not be the youngest, but I knew deep down that this was where the trouble would begin. Klaus was so small and innocent-looking. It was hard to believe what he would become.
Kol was born not long after that, the youngest original brother. I just hoped that, unlike the show counterpart, I could somehow rein in his bloodlust.
A year after Kols' birth, the youngest original and only original sister was born, excluding Freya, of course, Rebekah and I felt a need to protect her from the harshness of this world and possibly even Klaus. I never had siblings in my first life, so the need to protect them seemed odd to me, but I knew instinctively that I had too.
Finally, a few years after Rebekah was born, the last Mikaelson sibling was born, Henrik. Out of all my siblings, I knew the least about him, as he was already dead before the originals were created. In fact, his death was the reason that vampires were created.
Shortly after Henrik was born, our parents told us he would be our last sibling, as his birth was extremely difficult. The mood that night was especially sombre. Rebekah seemed especially distraught as she would have no more younger siblings to dote over.
I was about ten now, and my training had not stopped. Every day, I did my own workout routine with makeshift exercise equipment. After completing that in the early morning, Father trained the rest of us with weapons, from spears and swords to bows and daggers. He said we needed to train with a variety of weapons just in case. I could not agree more. Elijah and Finn were both brilliant with bows being the best in the village, and we're both proficient with spears and daggers too.
Klaus was decent with a sword and had started practising with a dagger as well, being quite formidable with both, especially for his young age. I had taken to the sword like a fish to water, I was a prodigy even at a young age, I excelled, even Mikael had to admit I was extremely good for my age. Kol, Henrik and Rebekah could not train with us, unfortunately. The first two were too young; Kol would start in a year, and Henrik would have to wait a while. Rebekah was a girl, so her father refused to let her.
I had noticed a few worrying things, the first being that Klaus was not very fond of training, much preferring to make art, that being a bone of contention with his father. Secondly was father himself his temper was getting thinner each day i had been struck a few times for simple mistakes, Finn and Elijah suffering from equal treatment, but klaus, father seemed to hate him he always seemed to catch his ire, already myself and Elijah have had to step in between them, the worst part being mother does not seem to care never once stopping him.
Over the next four years, we all grew quickly. The exercise I use transformed me into quite the formidable fighter with great strength, agility and flexibility. My skills with weapons have increased. I had become nearly unstoppable with a sword and even started to implement a throwing hatchet into my personal style to great effect. My previous life's medical knowledge was also helpful in slight amounts to treat wounds and disease, although I used it sparingly and with great care to avoid suspicion falling on me. I had also started to uncover my own magic a year ago, much to both Kol and my mother's excitement, as both wanted to teach me what they knew in that particular field. It turned out that, unlike Kol, I was a syphon. I was quite pleased to be a syphon as though I did not have my own magic and hat to draw it from other sources, particularly an amulet my other created for me, I would keep my magic when I turned into a vampire.
My brothers also excelled with their particular weapons, something Father took in stride. Kol had unlocked his own magic years before me, and unlike mine, his was his own. he had become quite skilled in witchcraft over the last couple of years and had begun teaching me the basics.
I was taking my daily walk by the river, having just cleaned myself in it, hygiene was very important especially with no antibiotics or other medicine about. The air was crisp, the sun just beginning to rise. I saw my brother Niklaus resting against a tree, ree painting on a piece of bark. I decided to call over, "Brother, what are you doing out here so early? Have you decided to join me in training for once?". Klaus looked up, with a slight surprise on his face at seeing me "No, I came out to enjoy the day and do some painting, training can wait". I shook my head at his reply, always the same. I thought, "But if you do not train often, how will you impress Tatia? Surely you do not want to make it too easy for Elijah to woo her". I replied knowing full well that the mention of the young doppelganger would make him want to prove himself.
I of course knew Tatia quite well, well, she was widowed recently, and since both Klaus and Elijah had been competing for her affection. I could understand why they were both infatuate,d she was stunning, as all Petrova doppelgangers seemed to b,e not to mention she was sweet, kind hearted and friendly, if I had not known the trouble that all Petrovas brin,g I might of joined my brothers in attempting to court her. I saw Klaus' face tighten at the mention of Tatia. He rose quickly and laid a hand on his sword "So eager to be smacked down by me, brother", he replied with complete confidence. I smirked and let my own hand drift to my sword, "Not on my worst day, brother, you better take that necklace that mother made you off, you don't want it to get damaged when you hit the floor, do you"? I asked my grin widening.
I drew my sword and he followed suit. he had taken the necklace off and put it with his paints, that's good, I thought, he may be stronger without it, but that's what I want; otherwise, it may be too easy. We started to circle one another, judging each other's stances, trying to anticipate the first strike. Klaus shot out with a thrust aimed at my chest. I moved slightly to the side, letting it sail past.
I smirked and dodged another strike. A few more came towards me, but I was too fast for them, dodging each with ease, as the last in a group of strikes came for me, I countered with one of my own. He saw it coming and moved back, perfect. I delivered a barrage of slashes and thrusts, each one designed to put him on the back foot, but he managed to block one, locking our blades together. While it was true that under normal circumstances I would be greatly stronger than Klaus, he was not wearing the necklace that his mother gave him, which limited his strength, so the blade lock forced me back.
I smirked, this was going to be fun, I pulled backwards and to the side breaking the blade lock, then delivered a three blows the first at chest height, he dodged, the second aimed at his leg, he blocked it, the third was a thrust that he turned out of the way of only just getting clear. Klaus moved forward quickly using pure strength to carry his strikes through. I blocked the first, and the vibration ran through my arm. He was using most of his strength. If I blocked too many of these, I would lose, so I ducked, weaved and dodged the next strikes. I spun my blade around my hand, then thrust twice more at his arm before delivering slashes toward his chest, but none made their mark. He spun on one foot,ot delivering a strike to my left side, but it was too slow, seeing my opening, I blocked, then spun my sword while pushing down on his, the result was his grip loosening. I took advantage, grabbing his wrist and driving my shoulder into him.
I was looking down at him, he was disarmed, on the floor and smirking, his hand raised towards me. I helped him up and he started laughing, "You have not lost your touch there, brother, care for a rematch?". I laughed at that, "Sure, why not? " I responded, glad that he was enjoying training for once.
It was an hour or to later that we called it quits both of us heavily out of breath, our knuckles split and small wound adorning our bodies nothing to serious of course but training had gone well." Asmund I am going to head back i wish to clean up then speak to Tatia before the day truly begins". I smiled towards him and wished him good luck with Tatia before watching him go. I looked around, and it was peaceful this early in the morning.
As I attached my sword back onto my belt I noticed a blonde head of hair making its way towards my location, no doubt Rebekah, she seemed to always be close by when we were training. "Asmund, are you finished training now?" the voice of my sister broke through the calm of the forest. "Bex, it's good to see you. I am finished training, but why are you out here alone?" I questioned, knowing Father had forbidden her from venturing through the woods alone.
"I was bored, I finished my morning chores early, and there was nothing to do in the village", she replied with a grin. I smiled at her and told her to follow me as I set off through the woods picking up the bow I brought with me.
I had planned to go hunting and I supposed Rebekah could tag along. As we walked, she would occasionally break the silence, usually to talk about gossip from around the village. It did not really interest me, but if it made Rebekah happy, then I would listen. As I saw our prey, I told Rebekah to remain quiet. She did so without question and crouched down beside me. I drew my bow, aimed and loosed the arrow, sailing through the air and hitting the rabbit that I had seen.
While archery was not my forte, never being anywhere close to Elijah and Finn's skill, I was still decent with a bow. We continued like this for a while. I had about eight rabbits, enough extras to sell at market, I thought, before Rebekah spoke once again, "Can I try, please, Asmund?". I looked at her, I knew father would kill me if he found out, but I just could not say no to her, "You can as long as you do not tell anyone, you know how father would react if he found out". She smiled and jumped up and gave me a hug before immediately crouching down again, I handed the bow to her before instructing her on its use.
She spotted a rabbit quite quickly and lost the arrow, it went close but missed, and a dejected look filled her face. I smiled again and assured her that we would not stop today until she had got a rabbit herself which seemed to encourage her more. We had been at it for another twenty minutes by my reckoning before she took her sixth shot and got a rabbit, her face immediately filled with joy before she walked to get it. I added the rabbit to the others on my belt before telling her to follow me again back home.
We diverted on the way back towards the river, all the while she was excitedly talking about how much fun hunting was. Laughing, I came to a stop near the river and picked up a stone. I figured that we could have a bit more fun before heading back, and as such started to teach Rebekah how to skim stones. After a while of skipping stones, we needed to head back, much to Rebekah's dismay. As we got home, she spoke again, "Thank you, Asmund, today has been fun". I smiled before responding, "Any time, Rebekah. I had fun too, but I have to get these rabbits to market. I shall see you later". I watched her continue home for a minute before turning towards the market with a smile on my face.
Chapter 3
It had been a year since I had taken Rebekah hunting with me for the first time since then she joined me as much as possible and had even come fishing with me a few times, it was nice spending quality time together. Although I did enjoy the chance to spend time with my sister it felt nice to be alone on occasion like today as I checked the fish traps in the local river, being alone gave me the time to think over the last year my abilities with magic had increased alot and I was even using it combat much to my father's chagrin.
I walked along the bank and pulled out another fish trap when I heard a scream coming from the village. Dropping the trap, I turned and began running to the village. When I got halfway to the village, I saw three men I did not recognise with swords drawn and coated in blood.
As they saw me, they started to advance quickly. As the first man got close, I threw the throwing hatchet that was on my belt straight at him, it arched through the air before embedding itself in his skull. Before he even hit the ground, I had drawn my sword. The second man looked at his fellow raider, without hesitation, he thrust his sword toward me, it was a sloppy strike that I parried with ease, just as I was about to counter, the third man reached us and delivered his own barrage of strikes. I dodged most of his strikes, occasionally parrying, looking for an opening. I saw one just after the second man finished his strike. I kicked him square in the chest, knocking him to the floor.
The third man attempted to buy the other some time by attacking, but I just continued to parry his str,ike, toying with him until the perfect moment. The second man rose just as the third delivered a thrust, perfect. I knocked it to the side straight into the second's throat, stopping his ascent with a wet gurgle as blood poured out of his neck.
The third man, completely consumed by anger, started shouting in a language unfamiliar to me. I laughed, causing his anger to rise. He charged at me, swinging his sword recklessly with all his strength. I ducked the first, then the second, and on the third, his elbow caught my mouth and I tasted blood.
I spat the blood straight at his face, causing his next strike to be completely off target. I slashed across his chest, achieving a non-lethal wound but it was still painful. He growled in rage and pain and came with another swing, it was too slow, as I moved to the side to dodge he left his stomach open, I thrust inwards and dragged my blade through his stomach. Pulling the blade out, his hand clasped on the wound, trying to keep his intestines from falling out, he would be dead in a minute at most. I picked up my hatchet, attached it to my belt, and then continued running towards the village.
As I got to the village, I looked at the destruction. Several buildings were consumed by fire, bodies lay strewn about the village, and a group of about twenty raiders were trying to break down the storeroom door.
I breathed in, using magic to amplify my speed, strength and agility. A dead villager with a spear lay near me. I grasped the spear and threw it with all my might, striking true. It went clean through one man and into a second, pinning him to a tree.
As soon as the spear left my grip, I advanced on the group.The closest man was cut from shoulder to hip in a single devastating strike; the others had already started moving towards me. Three down, four more men ran towards me, slashing at me. I countered one, pushing him back with my magically enhanced strength, then ducked to avoid the other three slashes.
I charged forward, going on the offensive, a slash toward two of the men, a strike aimed at another's chest, the one I had knocked back before, and slashed forward. I moved to the side and dragged my blade up his wrist, cutting deep. I kicked that same man to the ground, then turned to engage the other three.
I slashed in a wide arc towards their throats, hitting one of them and forcing the other two back. I charged forward and started hacking at the bot. The first man dropped his blade from the strength of my strike, allowing me to hack down into his skull, killing him instantly.
The last man standing of the four distracted by his fellow raiders' deaths was killed by a thrust through his ribs and into his heart. I drove the blade of my sword into the still living man whose wrist had been slashed.
Seven down, five of the other men ran in swords raised, I raised my off hand, a torrent of magical flame shot out towards them, the white hot flame killed three men instantly, turning them into charred corpses. The other two, only suffering some light burns, charged quicker. I blocked a sword strike with my own blade and released a smaller ball of flame, hitting the man square in the chest, then released a telekinetic wave at him, knocking the screaming, burning man to the ground. The next man ran in, slashing madly towards me. I seized his arm with my magically enhanced strength, then twisted his own sword into his chest.
Twelve down. I felt my magic starting to run thin, and the amulet I wore, so I could draw from it, was running out of power. An arrow sailed past me, two of the men were using bows to try and kill me, and the other six were running towards me.
I laughed and side-stepped another arrow, then blocked a strike from the first man to arrive. I pushed him back into the path of the archers, just as an arrow was loosed, hitting his head, he dropped instantly. I drew my hatchet and started to counter strikes from the men attacking me, the next man slashed towards me, countering I brought the axe down onto his shoulder I kept hacking, one strike his collarbone gave away, the next blood spirited out as his shoulder was destroyed, the last strike severed an artery killing him.
Spinning on one foot, I barely avoided a strike from the next man, and I threw the axe toward a bowman, killing him. One bowman and four men left.t I ducked under a strike and dashed at the bowman. He raised the bow, but he was too slow. I delivered a strike straight to his neck, beheading him.
I turned back towards the last four men, a slight look of fear painted on two of their faces, and they charged me. The first to attack was killed by an almost surgical strike to the temple, the second I delivered a downwards strike at his shoulder, my blade travelling all the way to his ribs. I tried to pull it free, but it did not budge, swearing I had to roll to the side to avoid a strike from one of the two remaining men.
A sharp pain exploded through me as a blade hit my shoulder. The man who delivered the strike was close, so I rammed my head towards his nose. With a wet crunch, it gave way. He dropped down, injured but alive. Another bout of pain lances through me as a dagger slice hits my back, I turned, facing the attacker, a smile spread across his face as he started a flurry of attacks. I dodged and weaved the dagger, it getting dangerously close, my magic depleted and my injuries taking their toll, I knew if I was not quick, he would kill me.
He dashed back in, driving a thrust upwards. I saw the chance and drove one hand onto the blade, with the other I grasped at his throat, driving my fingers deep into his neck. I pulled out, his throat in my hand. Just as his body dropped, I saw the one with the broken nose start to get up, I dived on top of him, pinning him to the ground and started to hit him.
One strike and his already broken nose recessed further into his head, five strikes his eye sockets were broken as well, ten and he was unrecognisable, twenty and his head was completely caved in, shattered bone and blood surrounding his head. I stood shakily and looked around just in time to see Rebekah running towards me.
I grasped her in a hug. Looking over her shoulder, I saw villagers emerging from the storeroom. Within the group were Henrik, Tatia and Esther. I heard a voice call my name, letting Rebekah go. I turned, seeing my other brothers and Mikael heading towards us. I started towards them, my legs nu,mb, causing me to have a slow pace. As I got halfway there, I felt my body succumb to its injuries, and I passed out.
I awoke a couple of days later pain still flared through my body, I sat up and looked around, I was on my animal hide bed in the room I shared with my siblings. I looked at myself, for over seeing dressing covering multiple smaller wounds across my body and the large one at my shoulder, I felt my back and also discovered another dressing covering the wound at my back.
I thought back to the last memories I had, the battle, being injured, passing out, killing people I thought about that last one, I knew that I should be more bothered by it, for some reason though I was fine with it. As I was thinking, the door creaked open, spilling in blinding light and knocking me out of my thoughts, and the familiar face of Rebekah rushed across the room.
She dived at me again, crushing me in a hug. A wince from me got her to ease up, she stepped back, and suddenly a crack sounded and pain flared through my cheek. Tears welled in her eyes, and she began to speak, "You idiot, I thought you died, how could you do that?" She tried to continue, but her words turned to sobs. I looked at her, unsure of what to say, so I just pulled her in for another hug. We sat like that for a while before she started speaking again.
Rebekah filled me in on all of the events of the last few days. According to her, during the attack, Elijah, Kol and Finn had fought off about fifteen raiders before meeting up with Klaus and Mikael, who were on their way towards the village. Apparently, Mikael absolutely decimated an unknown number of raiders. Klaus had seen one injured almost dead, enranging Mikael, who nearly beat him to death for showing mercy to an enemy. I realised that this also happened in the show, but it was larger, more raiders had attacked, causing all of us to be involved, not just Mikael and Klaus.
It took me almost a month to recover enough to begin walking again, though the pain did not cease. Every one of those days, Rebekah would sit with me for hours, talking about everything that was on her mind. Although it was nice the time I spent with Rebekah and the chance to avoid my chores I was glad to be back on my feet. Getting back to training was difficult, it took almost three months before I could make any real progress like before, though my off-hand was almost unusable after the dagger went through it.
Over the next four years, we rebuilt the village. It was not an easy task, but we managed, just about. My injuries had also all healed apart from my hand, which may never get better; my shoulder had a nasty scar across it, and a few dozen others were spread across my body. I also gained a sort of hero status among the village with many of the women flirting when ever we spoke and the men showing me more respect.
After the attack, Mikael had truly begun to despise Klaus, not even looking him in the eye on the few times they did speak. Mikaels' abuse towards Klaus had gotten even worse; multiple times a week, I had needed to step between them, and so had Elijah. One night after a particularly bad beating, Rebekah had tried to avenge Klaus; if Elijah and I had not been there to stop her, she would have killed him there and then.
It was the night of the full moon, all of us, apart from Klaus and Henrik, were in the caves under our farm, waiting out the full moon in an area where the werewolves could not get to us. "Where are those two boys?" came the aggravated voice of Mikael, his patience regarding Klaus at an all-time low. "Don't worry, my love, they will have found another place to hide out from the wolves".
In the morning, we left the cave and started our daily chores. Rebekah had started helping me harvest some of the vegetables that had grown. The voice of Klaus rang out, "FATHER" In his arms lay Henriks' mauled body.
Chapter 4
I knew it was going to happen, expected it to happen, but seeing it was different, as I looked at my youngest brother's mauled corpse, I was hit by grief and guilt in equal measure. I could have done something, anything to try and save his life, but I knew that this was necessary; his death would allow me to live for centuries, perhaps longer. Perhaps I may be able to right this wrong, reuniting him with the rest of us again.
Hours later, we sat eating a meagre meal of rabbit stew, the atmosphere was tense, and none of us spoke. I looked around at my family, grief evident on the faces of all present. Klaus had not said a word in hours, but I could see the guilt plastered on his face, the same look he had had since he told us that he took Henrik to see the wolves turn, resulting in his death. My other brothers sat equally quiet, even Kol, usually the joker, had been left silent at this turn of events. Rebekah stood next to me, frozen in grief, her eyes red from crying. Only father was absent, he had been since we buried Henrik a few hours ago and I knew why, I was the only one that did.
The door to the room opened, and Mikael stepped through, with one hand a bottle of wine, his face blank, not a hint of grief on it. He got to the table and started pouring the wine into the goblets that sat in front of us before muttering one word, "drink", more of a command than a request. I looked around, my siblings frozen at his sudden and odd request, but I knew that this needed to be done. I grasped the goblet and looked into the wine inside. The rich red liquid looked no different than one would expect. I brought it to my lips and drank deeply, not stopping until the goblet was empty. Brought out of their stupor by me putting the goblet on the table, each of my siblings started to do the same until eventually all the goblets were empty.
I stayed awake, lying in bed, listening to the breathing of my siblings inside the room we shared. I could not sleep, especially knowing what was to come next. My thoughts were interrupted by the door creaking open ever so slightly. Father entered, sword in hand, our eyes met briefly before he thrust the blade into my heart.
My eyes opened suddenly, light spilling in before a familiar blonde head blocked my vision. Blinking rapidly to clear my eyes, I realised that the head belonged to Rebekah. I stood just barely getting my balance, I felt weak and a great hunger burned inside me, inside the room, only myself and Rebekah had awoke; my brothers were still lying unmoving on the floor. "What happened?" Rebekah asked, breaking the silence, just as I was about to answer, Klaus awoke, taking great gulps of air and looking around frantically. Within the next five minutes, he rest of my brothers awoke all with the same confused, frantic looks decorating their faces.
The door slammed open, and father came through this time, with a new blade present, but in one arm, he dragged a young woman, not much older than Rebekah. I felt the hunger rise within myself, and just as I heard Father tell us to drink if we wanted to live, I pounced on her. I could not describe it, the taste was divine, blood flooded into my mouth and I greedily drank, the weakness I awoke with replaced by strength the likes of which I had never previously experienced. Again, I was knocked from my thoughts, this time by my father pulling me away from the women, before allowing my siblings to drink as well.
His strength was great, surpassing even mine, so I stopped. One by one, my siblings drank until the women's blood ran dry, Elijah claiming her last breath before unceremoniously dropping her corpse to the ground.
I looked around at my siblings and my father, all now having completed the change and become vampires. It surprised me to see how different we were from our show counterparts, our fangs were longer and sharper, mine being almost three inches long they were also a brilliant ivory white. Claws extended from our fingertips, completely different to the show where vampires had no claws, the veins around our eyes were extremely noticeable, covering most of our upper faces. Then there were our eyes, the whites had turned completely black, and the iris and pupil were dark red, giving off a haunting look.
Once our bloodlust had subsided, I watched as all my siblings turned back to normal, all the vampire features disappearing back into their bodies. Mikael looked at us all, pride evident on his face, "Children, your mother and I have given you a gift. No more of you shall die, especially not to the wolves, you are faster and stronger than they, and you will never die". There was silence for a long while after that, as we all took in his words. Some of my siblings bore horrified expressions, the rest looked amazed, while I remained calm a blank look on my face.
The sun was starting to rise, and I saw the opportunity to show one of our weaknesses and opened the door, stepping forward. I was hit with agonising pain as my skin started blistering. Jumping back, I let out a hiss of pain, my healing factor immediately setting in to heal my damaged flesh. Mikael, seeing this, shouted to our mother. She rushed in, explaining the problem. He demanded a solution, so a few hours later, the first daylight rings were made.
Over the next few days, we discovered our other weaknesses, vervain burning us like the sun did, being unable to enter a house without an invitation, and the worst was the hunger, an all-consuming desire to feed on blood. With these weaknesses, we gained a whole host of strengths from being able to shatter trees with a single strike, being able to run faster than any other being could hope to. Our senses were heightened to a degree that seeing in total darkness was easy, we could hear a heartbeat on the other side of town, smell blood for miles and feel the softest breath from metres away. Though for some of us the curse became apparent that vampirism was more of a curse, Kol soon discovered that he could no longer perform magic, and as it turned out, we were no longer fertile.
Within the first week of our transformation into vampires, rumours had begun to spread around the village, neighbours began to talk in hushed whispers, friends had started to disappear as soon as we appeared, and at night, nobody ventured out of their homes. Our feeding habits had not helped. I had already known of compulsion and as such started to use it, but the others had not yet learned to use it, so rumours spread unchallenged.
Our second week of being vampires, I was taking a walk through the woods near the village, when my hearing picked up a scream, I dashed towards it, but it was too late. Elijah was kneeling on the ground, the corpse of Tatia in his arms. I could smell the blood in the air and knew what had happened; he had lost control and killed her. I approached, putting my arm on his shoulder, and he turned, tears in his eyes "I did not mean to, I-I tried to stop, but" his voice trailed off. Nodding, I tried to help, "let's take her to mother, she will help", I responded to him. He looked at me for a minute, sighing.
I picked up Tatia's body and we sped towards home, taking her body to her mother. Elijah told her what happened, and she looked at us both before telling Elijah to get cleaned up. "Asmund, go get a shovel, I need to bury her before anyone comes to find her". I sped off towards the outskirts of the village to do as she said, with my strength and speed it took me a short amount of time to dig a grave. When I got home, my mother had prepared Tatia's body. I picked it up, looking down at it one last time before speeding off to the freshly dug grave.
I walked back towards the village, thinking back towards the last couple of weeks, the strength we had gained, all that we had lost, Henrik, Tatia and the trust of the village being just the beginning. I was knocked out of my thoughts by arguing, it was Mikael and Rebekah, odd, I thought, as they came into view just as Mikael struck her. Rage coursed through me. Our entire lives, Mikael had never hit Rebekah, but he had now. I charged at him, claws and fangs bared. I struck him in the chest, his skin enhanced so that no blade would cut him, and he gave way to my claws. Mikael looked at me hatred filling his eyes and struck back, he was stronger, faster and the better fighter, but I was pissed. He slashed back, carving up my arms and knocking me back. I struck back with a punch, feeling the wet crunch of his nose as it broke. I tried to deliver another blow, he caught my wrist, I felt a hand grasp my neck and lift me off the ground, he twisted my arm snapping it painfully before tightening his grip on my neck.
NOTE: I have made the vampires more powerful than they were in canon, I have also given them a wider variety of powers
Chapter 5
Rebekah
I looked around, my neck was stiff, my arm had healed, remembering the fight. I sat up and looked over my body, the scars from my mortal life the only sign of injury on me. I was still amazed at this healing I had; no injury lasted long, and it was great.
I examined my surroundings. As this was not our home, but the wood shed on the far end of town, an animal skin lay under me, adding some little amount of comfort, not much, but enough. A crack radiated from outside. I focused my senses, someone approached, I prepared to fight, but stayed seated.
The door opened, I relaxed, my sister Rebekah walked through the door, "You're an idiot, he might have killed you," she practically shouted at me. "But thanks, you always look out for me," she continued. Smiling, I waited for her to continue, but no words came; instead, she dove on me like she had so many times before and pulled me into a hug. She leant back, looking into my eyes, before she planted a kiss on my lips.
Shocked, I froze for a second before she kissed me again, this was wrong I thought, but it felt right her lips were soft on mine, screw it i thought as I started kissing her back. One of my hands reached her back, pulling her in as our tongues wrestled with one another, she started to grind on top of me as our kiss deepened.
My free hand went up towards her head pulling her deeper into the kiss. I pulled back briefly, looking into her eyes for any sign of hesitation; there was none. I returned to kissing her before starting to kiss downwards. Kissing along her jaw I brought one hand down towards her arse, my other hand started removing her dress, I kissed her neck working down, as I listened to the soft moans I was drawing from her.
I finally undid her dress before spinning us both around, freeing her top half I started kissing her again, before bringing one hand up to fondle her breasts. I kissed her again, bringing my mouth down to her chest, then started to kiss her breast, alternating between each and fondling the other with one hand. I felt her hand on the back of my head urging me to continue as her moans continued to rise in pitch.
I stopped briefly, kneeling and removing my shirt. Her eyes scanned my body as her hand reached up to stroke my abs. I lent back down capturing one of her nipples in my mouth dragging my tongue around it for a minute before switching to the other, slowly I moved one hand down her back to fondle her arse. I kissed further down towards her stomach stopping briefly to lick her bellybutton before continuing onward, i stopped just shy of her pussy. I sat up, pulling the rest of her dress off her.
I returned to her mouth, eager to taste her lips some more, while taking one hand down, I pulled back and grasped her leg. I started up, kissing her calf, then up towards her thigh, her moans reached the highest that they had been so far, sounding like music to my ears. I swapped leg kissing back up, I took one hand and brought it down her body, through her bush and started to tease her lips, before pushing one finger inside her.
I returned to kissing her thigh while slowly fingering her as my mouth reached its target I laid a kiss directly onto her pussy. She moaned again louder this time, encouraging me to continue I started licking her pussy slowly first building rythem while increasing my fingering. Her legs closed around my head dragging me in, taking the hint i latched my mouth around her clit whilst adding another finger. I licked and sucked all the while increasing the speed of my fingers, her legs, those soft silky smooth legs wrapped even tighter around my head as I felt her vaginal muscles clamp down on my finger and a flood of juices spread over my mouth and fingers.
Breathing heavily she pushed me back, and looked into my eyes, i stood pulling the rest of my clothes off and revealing my ten inch cock to her. I dived back down between her legs, "Asmund" her quite voice called, "fuck me".
I smiled locking my lips with hers before reaching down, I grasped my cock and started to roll the head through her opening "stop teasing me and do it" her breathy voice demanded. I smirked and pushed inside of her. She felt so good her pussy clenched my dick almost too tightly, she was hot and wet and perfect, I reached a barrier, her hymen, looking into her eyes I brought one hand to her arse and grasped her hand with the other before thrusting inside her.
I hilted myself inside her, a tear rolled down her cheek, I stopped kissing her again while fondling that perfect arse. She pulled away from the kiss "You can continue, Asmund," she said eagerly. I pulled almost out before pushing back in, Reaching one hand between us as I thrust inside her to toy with her clit the other fondling her arse pulling her into me with every thrust. Her moans started to grow again, she was close so I reached my head back down to her chest to lick her nipples.
Her legs closed around me, pulling me deeper inside and her pussy clenched my shaft as she came again. I pulled out of her, flipping her over before thrusting back inside, kissing her back before I entangled my hand inside her hair, I pulled her head back and kissed her neck while thrusting into her, my hips clapping againts her ass. I reached one hand around to grasp her breasts while pounding inside of her, biting her neck, biting down lightly, "bite me," she called out.
I obliged her, biting down, I felt my fangs glide through her flesh before hot, rich blood flooded my mouth as she released a loud moan. I felt myself getting close, I wanted to look into her eyes as I came so I flipped her over again, her legs wrapped around me instantly as I entered her again. I looked straight into her eyes, my release impending, I felt her pussy quiver around my cock as we both came together. I collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, before flipping her over, I lay on my back, dragging her on top of me. I smiled and kissed her. She was asleep. I closed my eyes and let myself rest.
I awoke a couple of hours later it was early morning light was filtering through a crack in the wall, a warm wet sensation enveloped my dick. I looked down, and Rebekah's head was going up and down my length. She looked up into my eyes and descended further. I was close, she must have been at it a while, I grasped her head with my hands keeping eye contact and pushed her down, releasing into her throat and mouth. She pulled up giving my cock a couple more licks, before licking her lips and swallowing the remainder of my load. I smiled and pulled her up "Good morning, Bex" She smiled at me when I said that "Good morning", she responded before I kissed her again. "We should get cleaned up, then get back", I said, smiling at her.
I pulled her into my arms, grabbed our clothes, and then sped over to the river. We stood there in the deepest part of the river washing each other for a while. I kissed her before pulling her out of the river to dry off. Once clothed, we started to walk back towards our hovel, hands entwined, her head on my shoulder. "Asmund, we should probably keep this a secret for now" I looked into her eyes and agreed with her, a look of relief on her face as I agreed. We arrived back a minute or two later, before Klaus shouted to us. We approached him, and Elijah, Kol and Finn were gathered around a body. I looked down and saw the familiar face of our mother her body torn apart, "Mikael killed her after he found out he was not my father". I knew that was not true, but I kept quiet as he explained what happened over the last few days, while I recovered from a broken neck, and I spent time with Rebekah.
He told us that he was half werewolf a hybrid, making the comparison to my heretic nature, he triggered his curse by killing a girl when he fed on her. After he triggered the curse, father found out, forced mother to bind his werewolf side, causing him to be unable to turn into a werewolf; afterwards, father killed all of the werewolves. Klaus then stated that the father returned, killed the mother, and then disappeared.
We stood there, shocked, before we buried our mother, staying quiet the whole time. Afterwards, we buried our mother, and we stood in a circle around the grave. "I am sorry she turned her back on you, Klaus. I will never do that", came the quiet voice of Rebekah.
She looked around at us all before grasping the hands of me and Klaus, "always and forever", we all interlocked hands, repeating the vow. Unlike in the show, Kol and Finn were present for the vow. "We should leave, father will come back here" came the voice of Elijah. We agreed, went to get anything essential, inside the hovel we had all called home for our mortal lives, I looked over at my siblings, each one cramming as much of their belongings into canvas bags as possible.
I packed the two sets of clothes I had before strapping my sword and axe at my belt next to a few daggers, then there was my grimore, which I could not forget. I walked out of our room, everything I needed packed, and looked towards my parents' rooms. I pushed their door open and began looking around, grabbing the small amount of gold and silver that they had, before spotting the real treasure, mother's grimoire filled with every spell she had ever cast. I placed that in my bag and left.
As I left, I saw my siblings all waiting, not one asked me what I was doing, like I thought they would. Instead, all that came was Kols' voice asking, "Where to first?". I looked around, none of them seemed to have an answer, so I spoke up, "let's head southeast, hopefully we can find a ship heading to the old world, we could disappear over there". They all thought about what was said for a moment before agreeing, with one last look at our village, we sped off south.