Man With 20 Mates|| Soulmate Fan-fiction (Slow)

Death, Rebirth, And Pain

Everything has been quiet tonight. I have been expecting an attempt at my life for the last six hours. I'm an Assassin for the government and I was told that I would be killed today but, apparently not...

Suddenly a sharp pain went through my heart and everything went black. I heard a set of footsteps approach me from behind and then a man holding a scroll stepped into view. "Mason Winter... Oh... Interesting. Why are you dead?" He mumbled to himself.

"Well, we have a problem. You're not supposed to be dead yet. You have a choice." He started, the scroll rolling up as he placed it on his hip. "Okay." I nodded, quietly waiting. "You can go back to your life but lose your brother, or..." He trailed, sighing as though he couldn't believe he was doing this.

"You could... Go... To another... Universe. You see it through the tv. TVD." He prompted. "There is a catch though. You won't have the best home life at first and you will get bullied for who you are but you will be happy eventually either way." He explained, waiting for my answer.

I thought about it for a bit before nodding to him. "I'll take the new universe, please," I said kindly. "Alright. Sorry in advance, kid." He muttered before he was gone and the void was sticky. It was a long period and the feeling of being pushed out was weird but when I could look at my mother... It was with it.

"Congratulations Mrs. Taylor. It's a boy." The doctor informed, handing me to her. "Jamieson Forest Taylor. My little James." She muttered. I heard her heartbeat slowing down. "Whoever hurts my son is dead." She chuckled as it got slower. "My Angel." She murmured before she was gone.

Dad was mean my whole life, always hurting me and making me clean up after him. When I was 7 he pinned me to the kitchen table and stripped me down. I felt him spank me as usual but then a large object started going up my butt. He used me, raped me, beat me... I remember feeling blood run down my leg as he did it.

It felt like he was stabbing me and the pain made me scream. "Shut up, Slut!" He screamed, hitting the back of my head. I immediately stopped, not wanting him to do something worse. After what felt like forever he trusted in hard and panted in my ear, an odd feeling I didn't like coming from my ass.

He went to pull out but got hard again so he kept going until he was sure he couldn't go again. He pulled out and left me lying there, blood and cum dripping from my body. "Good boy~ Now clean up this mess." He ordered before showering and leaving. I wish I could say it stopped but it hasn't.

I drink and smoke to rid myself of the memories but they just swarm my head like fruit flies to watermelon that has been there for 6 months. It's terrifying. I guess we've been in London this whole time but we're moving to Mystic Falls, Virginia because Vickie Donovan broke her arm.

He treats those kids like he should be treating me. I completely forgot about the original timeline. I bought a phone and checked to see if my old account still worked... It does! Sweet! I rewatched all three shows as I packed the house for the move. My father was at work this last week so I just watched it non-stop.

Once we were in Mystic Falls, my father was at work and I was unpacking the house. I signed up for school and went to my room, falling asleep on my mental hospital-worthy bed. I woke up to my father's voice the next morning. "He's probably asleep but I can tell him you offered." I heard him explain cheerily.

The door closed and stomping could be heard in front of the door. The door slammed open, causing me to jump in fear. He had a sick smirk on his face as he stalked towards me. "Up, boy!" He snarled. I scrambled to my feet and waited for instructions. "Basement. Shirtless." He snarled.

When I didn't move he pulled out a knife and went to stab me but my instincts took over and fire tore from my hands. It engulfed him until there was nothing left. At this point, I was only 11 and had one idea of what I was. I grabbed a bag and packed some stuff I might need, making a plan in my head.

1:go to the Bennett household and ask Sheila to help me. 2:... I don't fucking know! We'll see when we get there. I ran from the now burning house and to Sheila's front door. I knocked and waited a few moments. She finally opened the door and looked at me confusedly. "Can I help you?" She asked sternly.

"Fire shot from my hands." That was all I said before she had ushered me into the living room.  "Give me your hand, child." She ordered. I gave her my hand and watched as her face morphed into one of horror. "Get out of my house. Don't come back." She hissed shoving me back out the door. Now I'm confused.

I go to the woods and set up my stuff in a cave. While trying to sleep, I ended up somewhere else. The world was blue-tinted and I quickly realized that I was astral projecting. I saw a young boy sitting by the river and realized the boy was Henrik. "You must be confused." I heard him talk. He sounded tired. "Yes," I responded quietly.

"This is the forgotten realm. You are here for me. I need to teach you how to use your ability and in return, you can grant me peace." He offered. I nodded. Officially curious. "First up. Species." He announced, suddenly in front of me. "What am I?" I asked eagerly.

"Gatekeeper."