Aaron
I kept running until the sun came up. I had no idea where I was. I only knew I was starving. Thankfully I came upon a quaint little town only to find myself stopping dead In my tracks.
The clothing people were wearing was not current clothing. Even countries that were considered 3rd world had updated fashion most of the time. Especially these people who I knew were from America.
They looked like they were in a civil war reenaction. I made my way to the first person I saw alone and spoke, "excuse me?" I said.
The man turned to look at me with a weary eye, obviously seeing my state of dress which came to nothing but pants and shoes. "What?" He asks gruffly.
I sigh. "Can you tell me where this is? I got lost a while back and haven't seen any civilization for a long time."
He grunts. "This is a city called Denver," he said. That stopped me dumb. Denver. The one I knew was a major city. With sky scrappers and the like.
I panicked, quickly running into an alley with the man that hid us in the early morning hours. "What year is it?" I asked. He looked at me like I was crazy. "Tell me the truth!" I said losing my patience.
The man's eyes seemed to glaze over as he spoke, "it's 1919."
I stumbled away from him. Panic truly coming to the forefront of my emotions now. I felt my teeth become long again, and my eyesight became tinged in red. In an instant I was upon the man and bit Down into his neck.
His scream pierced the early morning air. I quickly looked at him and spoke, "be quiet," he shut up immediately and I took of with him into the Forrest.
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That evening
As I'm sitting at my campfire atop a mountain overlooking the city of Denver I begin to think back on everything that's happened since I woke up.
It's very clear to me I'm a vampire. The need to consume blood is a dead giveaway. But as I remember my last meal I can't help but feel a sense of Deja vu.
I stand up and blur down to the stream a half mile or so away from my camp and looked at my reflection. Over the last 26 hours or so I've begun to be able to control this vampire face.
I slowly bring it to the surface and am stunned. I'd recognize this distinct look from a mile away.
Before me is my face, only a twisted version of it. One with burning red eyes, veins that cover my face, and last but not least my mouth is full of sharp teeth.
I'd seen these vampiric features before. In one of the best vampire series of All time. The originals.
The realization sent shockwaves through me. All types of supernatural creatures fighting, especially if it's only 1919. That means the tribrid baby hope won't be born for a while. Almost a century. Enemies like the dahlia and the hollow lie in wait. The mikaelsons who will kill any and everyone.
I began to spiral. But that all stops when I catch a glimpse of the full moon in the reflection of the water.
Out of my control, my eyes are pulled to the sky. As soon as they lock onto the celestial body my own body begins to break.
*crack* rings out across the clearing, breaking my knee as I fall to the ground while the other knee follows.
What happens next is a blur. I decided to just let it happen. I knew what this was too. And if I was right, then I'd be at least the strongest non original vampire in the world.
The answer to my question comes as soon as I let it in. My back snaps and reshapes itself, trying to overcome my vampiric healing. Eventually my screams become howls.
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Vampire coven
Mikael had been tracking his children for hundreds of years, and yet again they had slipped through his fingers.
He decided he'd use everything at his disposal, that included compelling his children's vampire offspring in order to help him kill his bastard son.
He'd been so close is New Orleans. So close. The bastard being carried away by his lovely Rebekah still haunts his mind.
Taking the two most capable of the coven, we left toward the biggest city around, Chicago.
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A few days later
The coven had been normal since mikael had left, though their compulsion was still active. What none of them knew was that two red eyes watched them from the bushes.
In a flash of white, three of their members disappeared into the brush without a sound.
Throughout the night this happened until there was but one vampire left. He fell to his butt against a tree and moved his head back against it as the giant white wolf put his growling maw dripping with blood to his temple. The terrified vampire chance a glance at the monster and saw the full moon illuminating its fur and eyes making them look more menacing.
The wolf snapped mere millimeters from the man's neck with his teeth before disappearing back into the Forrest with a quickness he didn't know was possible.
He never thought he'd do this, but he was going to find mikael. He had to know about this wolf.
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Aaron
4 days. I'd spent 4 days as a wolf roaming the Midwest of the United States. After the first night of my killing of the vampire coven I'd had many more opportunities to drink vampire blood. They weren't nearly as many as the first night, but one or two was always found.
I didn't bother biting them and seeing how long it'd take for them to pass. I was too concerned with the freedom being a wolf came with.
According to my latest intel gathering aka my great hearing, I'm just outside the small town I'd been waiting to arrive at in Florida. Running through the night and day I was able to make it. I figured if I was going to be immortal I might as well kick it at the beach until things get going.
Everything is in place, just another century or so until the characters are born that will lead to the events I know to happen. I don't worry about the mystic falls gang right now. Nor do I worry about the wolves about to be cursed in the bayou. Right now I need to relax and get a real game plan together.
I myself know I'm a hybrid, but can I sire them like klaus and hope? Or am I regulated to being like the ones sired by the two aforementioned mikaelsons?
I needed to understand these questions and many more before I dove headfirst into the complicated web that is the vampire diaries universe. A little compulsion got me a beach house for the wonderfully low price of free99.
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Chicago
Thousands of miles away, the man who'd been spared by Aaron that first night arrived in Chicago to tell his master about the red eyed beast he'd encountered.
After some compulsion he found out mikael had taken control of a section of the police force. I made my way to the headquarters and tried to compel my way in only to be surprised to find other vampires guarding the gates.
What I thought would be an easy mission to report to my master became me on my knees in front of him with two stakes on either side of my heart.
"So you're telling me…" mikael began, his voice Cold a measured, "that the entire coven was bested by a single wolf?"
I shakily nodded my head and tried to explain that this wolf wasn't like any I'd encountered before. "…you must understand-" I began only to get cut off.
"Enough!" He said and I knew no more.
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Mikael pov
I began cleaning my hand after decapitating the vampire before me. I looked to the two others in the room, "investigate his story. While I'm busy dealing with the bastard, we must make sure to deal with such a wolf as well." I spoke, my disdain for the creatures not hidden at all.
Those monsters had taken my henrik. Killing them all is another of my goals. I always go out of my way to kill a wolf, this one seems a good hunt to wind down after killing niklaus. He hides well, but he will slip up. He always does.
The two newly created vampires move out in the cover of darkness while I sit back down and look over a map of the city, trying to pinpoint where he could be.
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An: there's chapter two. The last one for the evening. Goodnight.