ReIncarnated ✔ (Mikaelson Soulmate)

Chapter VII: 2005 The year it all changed

Today I turned 17. I was prepared for my death today, going to school and learning things that I actually went through personally. My life was going similar to how it always went. My mother, Judith, passed away when I turned 14. Just like she did in the 900s. My father, Franklin, was alive and well. We were the picture perfect family of two. Just us.

I was in my final year of school. It was the strangest thing to be alive in this time. The modern world was completely different from the Viking times I've lived through or the palace I lived in. Not to mention the Salem witch trials and the 1920s. I started to wake up from nightmares of every death I have been going through. Like I was reliving each one of them. Feeling the teeth of the werewolf ripping through me, or the flames licking my skin all over again.

I had yet to see any of the Mikaelson's again, but from what I had heard, Mikael was locked away. He was the reason I had died in the 1920s. He came here for someone named Elena Gilbert. When I first saw her, I was shocked. She was a dead ringer for Katerina Petrova. I grew up with Kat, so I knew how she looked young and seeing Elena just brought back so many memory's.

I met Sheila Bennett recently. She took me under her wing instantly. I was currently sitting in her living room while Bonnie, her granddaughter was with Elena. Odd how history seemed to repeat itself. Katherine was friends with Emily and now Elena is friends with Bonnie.

"Are you okay, dear?" Sheila asked as she brought me a cup of tea. I sighed, looking up at her.

"Not really. I'm 17 today."

"I know, Happy Birthday." She smiled, but her smile dropped as she noticed the look I had. "What is it?" She sat down next to me, placing her hand on my knee in concern.

"I have died on my 17th birthday every year since the second time I died. Thats 8 deaths on my birthday. 9 if you count the first one on my 16th birthday. I have died at the paws of a wolf, the hands of a man, by the fangs of a vampire and the chanting of some Travelers. Not to mention the bullet from a gun not even pointed for me. So here I am, just turned 17 for the eighth time and all I can think about is how will I go this time. I haven't had my neck snapped yet or been buried alive- unless you count that one time I was drained dry underneath a burning church." I ranted, running my hands through my hair when Sheila took my teacup.

"Oh, Frankie." She sympathized. She placed my cup down and pulled me into a hug. "You are not going to die this year, not next year or any year while I am still alive." She got up, leaving me on the couch in confusion. When she came back she had something in her hands.

"What's this?" I asked as she handed me a small wooden box.

"When Emily Bennett met you in the 1800s she looked into how to stop your sudden deaths. Even after you passed away in the church, she kept searching." Sheila pointed to the box, urging me to open it. Sliding the box open, a gemstone sat inside, black rope in knots around it as it hung from a leather looking necklace.

"That is a scale stone. Emily was able to project some of the protection from the ancestors into it."

"Scale stone? Ancestors? I'm sorry, I'm so lost." I blink a few times trying to process what she is saying.

"You were friends with Annie Bennett. You protected Sarah Bennett."

"And that has deemed me worthy to wear the ancestors around my neck?" I questioned. Sheila let out a small laugh.

"You have earned our protection, dear. As long as you wear this, you will always be protected."

"So if someone shot me?"

"You would be able to be saved. It slows death without making it weird to the mortals." She explained. "Don't get me wrong, if you were to just ignore a bullet wound, you would die eventually. But this gives you the time to clot or see a medical professional. Or in your case, a vampire to heal you." She raised her eyebrow at me.

"I don't know what you are talking about.." I mutter, hooking the necklace around my neck and laying the stone onto my skin. Feeling the warmth of the ancestors surround me. I could feel the magic and love behind it.

"A certain family of Originals doesn't ring a bell?" I smiled at Sheila, shaking my head.

"I'm not here for gossip."

"Who else am I'm supposed to get it from? Bonnie thinks I'm her crazy grams. Abbie left and Bonnie's father is ridiculous." She huffed.

"Thank you Sheila. This means so much to me." She smiled back at me.

"You always have us, all of us."

That was the year my life changed, for the better or worse. I wasn't sure. But I lived for the first time in a long time.