ReIncarnated ✔ (Mikaelson Soulmate)

Chapter XLV: 2011 The Becoming Pt.2

When I think about the concept of changing into a vampire, I always think of how it was for Bella Swan in Twilight. I knew it wouldn't be the same seeing as the process was different and she was dying from labor. Also the fact that vampire venom was what caused the transition for her. For me, I was staked. Given blood of my soulmates and then stabbed in the heart by two of them.

Sounds mortifying when I put it into words. Yet sort of poetic. Being stabbed in the heart by two out of the five that I had fallen in Love with. Makes this seem like a Porphyria's Lover sort of drill. But then again he had strangled his lover with her own hair. Not exactly the same, but similar.

My inner thoughts were brought to a screeching halt. The feeling of hunger filling me, spreading through me. Like I could literally eat a cow or even a herd of cows. My gums felt inflamed and swollen. My head was foggy. Like I was stuck in some daze. When my eyes opened, it didn't clear up. Blurred vision and confusion taking over. I sat up slowly. I could smell my mates. That was weird. My sense of smell had been heightened before even completing the transition. Looking around I could see they were all in the room with me. Elijah and Nik were on the bed next to me. Looking at me with concern. Their lips moving.

I couldn't hear them though. The only thing I could hear was the sound of a pumping heart. The sound of blood being pushed through the veins. The smell of the sweet liquid filling my nose. It was extreme, which frightened me. My eyes snapped to the chair in the corner of my room. Henrik sat there, his blue eyes already staring at me in alert. I could feel the need for the liquid. But I stayed in the bed. Sat up and staring at him.

"Frankie?" I finally could hear a muffled voice. My head snapped to the side to see Nik had spoken to me. His eyes held concern. "How are you feeling, love?" I snapped my eyes back to Henrik, only to see he had stood up and made his way to me. My jaw clenched. The call of his blood screaming in my head. Like there was something in me trying to take control. It scared me. I was afraid I would lose control over my own soulmate. I watched as Henrik lifted his hand, a slice appearing on his wrist. Magic was used, obviously. I swallowed hard watched the blood drip from his wound.

"What are you doing, Henrik?" Elijah asked him, his eyes staying on me.

"She needs to complete the transition. No one else here can help her." He explained. Their voices were like a ringing. A never ending ringing. My eyes were stuck on his blood, dripping. Glistening. Calling to me.

"She could kill you.." Nik said, his eyes weren't on me. The only ones looking at me were Kol and Finn. They knew what was going on in my head. The fight I had going on.

"I'm a warlock, I can stop her from killing me and you guys won't let her." Henrik said with an eye roll. I moved closer to him, breathing through my nose heavily as I got closer. Watching as a drop of blood fell to the floor. The sound of it splattering onto the hardwood floor. Henrik brought his eyes to me. "She might as well finish the transition with my blood since all of your blood is what started this." He reasoned, sitting on the bed in front of me and holding his wrist to me. My eyes snapped his, checking to make sure he was sure before my hands grabbed his arm, bringing it to my mouth slowly. The moment his blood touched my tongue, my teeth seemed to have extended, piercing through his wrist. A gasp leaving Henrik's lips as I bit into his skin more. Pulling the blood from his veins and into my mouth. The richness was just as I thought it would be. Better than anything I had ever tasted.

I felt Henrik move my hair over, stroking it as I drank from him. Once I felt the strain of his blood circulating, I pulled back. Letting out a deep exhale as I dragged my tongue over his wound. A shaky breath left Henrik's lips at the feel.

"Great control, love." Nik complimented, watching as I licked my lips. "How do you feel?" I looked over to him.

"Different." I mumble. "Like I could eat for a long time and never quench the thirst I have." Finn moved towards me.

"It's okay. Some feel that. You'll get used to it.. we'll help you." Finn said, trying to soothe my nerves. I nodded with a small smile.

Looking around me and finally seeing clearly. I could see I was home. Surrounded by family. My mates were always there, even when I didn't see them. From the moment I saved Henrik to the moment that I laid down and died in Finn's arms. I was so afraid of death, that I didn't realize that it was the answer. Death was the answer to ending my suffering. To bringing me to my Soulmates. The answer to finally finding Happiness. I may not have my father or my mother. Hell, I barely have friends. But I had something greater. I had Love. And I think I could live with that.

The End.