"Thanks for the chapter, please update quickly, author. I need moreeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!"
A young man lay on his bed, phone in hand, tapping away eagerly after having finished the latest chapter of the fanfic he was reading. It was one with all his favorite tags and even TV show; no other author was making fanfics similar to this one. So, every day, he sent the author stones, trying to support the fic. He wished it had more than a hundred chapters.
"Damn, I want to read more, but there isn't any. He's so slow updating his fanfics, taking weeks sometimes. So damn slow. Every one of his works is good, but he hasn't finished a single one," the young man complained angrily.
*Sighs*
"It is what it is, I suppose. There's nothing to do but wait until the horniness takes over him and he releases a new chapter."
Becoming disappointed and having nothing else to do, he was about to close the app when suddenly his phone went crazy. It seemed stuck, moving from one app to another, clicking non-stop. He tried to close all apps, but it was stuck changing from one tab to another. So, he quickly turned off the screen, then unlocked it again, and that seemed to do the trick until a new tab popped up.
At the top, it read in big bold letters:
- What adventure do you wish to live? -
Having just finished reading Henrik Legacies fanfic, he was so pumped and wanted to live a story like that, grabbing all the girls in the family for himself and having a harem. So, he didn't even think twice before entering:
- Henrik Legacies, I want to be the protagonist!
- Do you wish to live your adventure in the fanfic world of The Vampire Diaries crossover with other TV shows?
"Yes," he confirmed, his eyes boring into the screen, excited out of his mind. He felt like he was going crazy, thinking that this could be real when he knew it was bullshit, most likely some hacker doing shit on his phone.
- Request accepted.
The man chuckled seeing the prompt, but then he tried to close the tab. It was unsuccessful as he couldn't touch anything on the phone. Quickly, he tried to turn off the phone and was already thinking about doing a factory reset, thinking that his trash phone was all infected because of all the smut he read on the internet.
But out of nowhere, the screen shut off, and then only a line appeared on the screen.
- Initializing transfer. -
1%
5%
10%
"What?" the young man said, confused, seeing what was happening. In a fit of anger, he sent the phone crashing against the wall, but he could see that it still showed the same thing. Weirdly enough, the phone was fine without a scratch on it.
"No fucking way," the young man exclaimed as he looked at the phone.
Soon enough, as he was trying to decipher what the hell was happening, the progress was jumping without waiting for anything.
60%
90%
99.9%
- Error. -
"Ha. What kind of shit is this? I knew it," the man laughed, seeing the error. He wasn't worried about his phone being hacked as it had nothing more than his perverted liking in the porn category of having some morally corrupted choices, which he didn't give a fuck about.
The screen then changed.
Error. It isn't possible to send the lucky winner to the same fanfic world as it is currently occupied by another lucky winner and being supervised by the Creator. As such, initializing protocol to select a reality similar to the events happening in 'Henrik Legacies.'
- Reality XXX1820 selected.
- Premises contemplated. The lucky winner would be the protagonist of the history just as the one in 'Henrik Legacies.' As such, he would be a tribrid, but given that this reality differs from the other in time and some things, he would have his Witch side changed to a God. As such, he would become a God-Vampire-Werewolf born.
- The time is in the past, as in Henrik Legacies, but this time is further back, being in 1820 and being the son of Rebekah Mikaelson and Klaus Mikaelson.
- Nerf added. You can't enjoy your God powers until the tribid Hope your half-sister is born, the one that nature selected as a balance to you. As such, you can only be a hybrid until the time comes.
- Good luck in your adventure, Lucky Winner, or better said, good luck, Henrik Mikaelson.
"What is this?" The young man couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing, thinking that he had schizophrenia. After all, it was so surreal, but the sudden electric shock that the phone gave him didn't give him time to continue thinking about it as darkness covered his sight. His mortal body, in one of the normal earth realities, slumbered into eternal rest.
----------------------------------------------------
New Orleans, 1820.
Rebekah walks through a doorway into a room filled with people dressed in their finery for some sort of party. They nod at Rebekah as she passes.
Rebekah then watches Klaus as she leaves the room with two ladies. She then turns her attention to a young man, whom she kisses chastely.
"My love, I wish to become what you are and be beside you forever," Emil said with obsession.
"Are you sure, my dear?" Rebekah asked quietly, she was doubting about doing it as she knew Nik would surely do something drastic to him.
"Yes, there is no other woman whom I wish to be than you, Rebekah," Emil said, firmly.
"Fine, dear. Let's do it." Rebekah saw the love and obsession in his eyes and succumbed to it. She took him with her to where her brothers were.
Upstairs, Elijah kisses a Creole woman while further down the hall, Klaus finishes off the ladies he had left with earlier.
"Your brother. He's gone too far." Celeste Dubois says to Elijah, disturbed by how Klaus keeps killing people without stopping.
Elijah sighs and looks at his brother. "Niklaus, there is no hope for you, is there?"
Rebekah joins them, Emil in tow.
"Are we interrupting?" Rebekah says as she observes Elijah and Klaus.
"Yes," Klaus says, annoyed as he removes his lips from the wrist of the woman's corpse beside him.
"No," Elijah adds, looking at his little sister.
Rebekah prepares herself as she takes a breath and starts talking. "Dearest Elijah. You've only ever wished happiness for me. Emil and I are in love. Please, let me turn him."
"Hahaha." Klaus chuckles.
"Rebekah, the governor has graciously agreed to hide a lot of our... indiscretions. It would not do to turn his son into one of us." Elijah tries to reason with her.
"Please. For me." Rebekah keeps insisting on him.
Klaus stands up from the couch.
"It's not going to happen, Sister. If we turned every man you dropped your knickers for, then human beings would cease to exist and we'd have no bloody food." Klaus laughs as he denies her wishes, not leaving space to anything else.
Emil becomes enraged at how Klaus addresses to Rebekah. "How dare you, sir! You would do well to treat –"
Klaus not waiting for the words of the mortal grabs Emil by the neck and forcibly walks him down the hallway.
"Brother –" Elijah tries to reason with him and grab his shoulder but he still continues moving with Emil on his hold.
"Niklaus!" Rebekah cries out alarmed.
"Niklaus, wait!" Elijah yells to him again but does nothing otherwise, letting him do it.
"NO!" Rebekah cries distressedly
Klaus ignores them and throws Emil off the balcony, whence he falls several storeys and dies instantly.
*Cries* Elijah holds a sobbing Rebekah while Klaus walks off.
...
A few hours later while Rebekah is mourning as she is beside the casket that has Emil. Quiet steps sound echoes in the room as someone enters.
Klaus saunters into the room, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and irritation. He finds Rebekah by the casket, her tears staining the wooden surface. "Still mourning this pitiful creature, are you?" he scoffs, kicking the casket lightly with his boot.
Rebekah looks up, her eyes filled with tears and anger. "You didn't have to kill him, Niklaus. He was innocent."
Klaus chuckles, a dark and menacing sound. "Innocent? He was a fool, Rebekah. A fool who thought he could have you. You know better than to trifle with mortals. They're food, not lovers."
Rebekah stands up, her voice trembling with emotion. "You can't control who I love, Niklaus. You can't control me."
Klaus's expression darkens, and he steps closer, his voice a low growl. "Love? You don't know the meaning of the word, Sister. You wanted a cock, and you went looking for it in all the wrong places."
Rebekah's eyes widen in shock and anger. "How dare you—"
Before she can finish, Klaus moves with vampiric speed, pinning her against the wall. His hand grips her chin tightly, forcing her to look at him. "I dare, Rebekah. I dare because I am your brother. And if you want a cock, I'll give you what you need. You don't need to go around looking for it."
Rebekah struggles against his grip, her eyes filled with defiance. "You're disgusting, Niklaus. Let me go!"
Klaus leans in closer, his breath hot on her face. "You know you want it, Rebekah. You want the power, the strength. You want me."
With a forceful kiss, Klaus takes what he believes is rightfully his to control as he sees fit.