Sweet Dreams | Finn Mikaelson (book 2)

II. The Anniversary of My Dreams (Finn)

A/N: And the first letter is here! Please remember to vote and comment! I wanted these to be Christmas gifts, but it's a bit early for that, so Happy New Years I guess?

Important! This letter Finn wrote for Fran later in the timeline of this book. There's a long journey before this happens within the book, it's just a little jump forward 'cause this will be a slow burn so I wanted to give you guys a little preview of their relationship. I hope you guys enjoy it.

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City of Somnia, Kingdom of Lacertus*, southern Italy. Autumn of 1435.

My beloved Francesco,

I do not know what I shall write. I don't even know if I would ever have enough courage to hand you this letter. But I must try.

I had so many words flooding my head as I laid beside you in our bed. But now they all seem to have escaped my grasp. It's funny, I suppose. Perhaps there are no words to describe what I felt then, just now, as I watched you sleep, with your fingers intertwined with mine. But in honor of our anniversary, I shall try to find new words, my love.

I was no stranger to sharing. I have seven siblings, as you know too well. As children, Niklaus and Elijah were far more clinging than they were annoying. And don't even get me started on Kol. Our house was small. The room we sleep together now is bigger than our home used to be. If I had not been used to sharing, I would have murder one of my siblings a long time ago—most likely Elijah, he was a little shit when we were children.

Well, then, as you can see I know what it is to share.

But to share my bed—our bed—with you...It is so much better than anything I've ever done.

I love to call it our bed. Our desk, our table, our flowers, our walks through the gardens, our nights... Perhaps even our life. It has been almost 10 years since we met.

For almost 10 years I have slept peacefully, with you to wake me up from my nightmares, and tell me softly that all my night terrors are not real. You have been keeping calm, happy, and, even, most days alive. Ever since we met, long before either of us even knew what name to call this feeling, this love.

I was lost when we met, Fran. Losing my sister, losing Freya, after losing my mother. My father, my little brother Henrik. We were all lost when we arrived.

But, now, for the first time in almost 300 years, there's hope. I have always been a pessimist, even as a child. But you give me hope, Fran. And, for that alone, I own you my life.

With you, my dearest Francesco, I don't feel like a monster. I never thought that would even be possible. But it is. I don't feel unworthy of love. I do not know what I have done to earn God's favor, I do not know what prompted me to be blessed by having you in my life. But every day I am thankful for it.

I am still afraid, of course. But I believe my fears grow weaker and weaker with every step we take together through these gardens.

To others, perhaps this would sound foolish. But not to you. I know you understand what I mean.

I know you understand my fears. But you must also know how much I love you and how much this, my life, how difficult it can be. You have made it so incredibly easier.

Still, I would never dream of passing on this burden, this miserable existence. I have done it only once, for a dear friend who is now gone. But I have sworn never to do it again.

And yet, I sit here, looking at you and I must wonder...

I have been reading my father's journals and I have read about his thoughts on me... I would never have been brave enough to do so without you, my love. I miss him. I miss my mother, my brother, and my sister.

But they all wished me to be happy. None of them thought me to be a monster. Not for my love and not for my vampire nature. Perhaps we are not monsters, none of us.

And it made me wonder...

So now, I must ask, or better suggest or even simply propose the possibility.

God, my hand is shaking so much I don't even know if you'll be able to read the words I've written for you. But I must write them fast, before I lose my nerve, my courage.

(I just took one look at you, and my fears were vanquished. Still, my hand trembles)

The possibility is this:

I will turn you into a vampire if you want to become one, Francesco.

I will not force you, or demand it of you. I will love you no matter what. And I will love you for however long I live. And I will be with you for however long you wish me to be.

But I will only turn you if you truly, wholeheartedly wish to become a vampire. Knowing all the pain--and some happiness--that is to come out of this existence. It is entirely your choice.

I don't even wish to encourage you to become a vampire, Fran.

Firstly because I myself, as you well know, hate it so very dearly.

(Although, after meeting you, after all our years together, it would be a lie to say nothing good ever came of it. Because it did. Living long enough to know you was one of the few blessings to come out of my family's tragedies.)

And secondly, because it would be entirely selfish of me. Of course, I wish you to live forever, I wish to live with you for the rest of my life.

But I'll only give you this cursed blessing of eternity, if you want it, Fran.

This has to be your choice.

Still, I beg of you: do not choose it for me, or for our love or our life.

Regardless of whether we stay together until the end of time, you will have an eternity.

This time I might give you, this life you might choose, you'll have to live it for you. Not me and not us. Not your family and not even god.

The choice must be yours. It must be unclouded. It must come from deep within your heart, where no one else's thoughts can dare touch.

I will love you always, and I will love you regardless.

If this is a gift you wish to receive from me, then I shall give it to you, my Francesco.

I will give it, as always, with all the love I have in my heart.

Happy anniversary, my dear Fran.

With love,

Finn Mikaelson

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A/N: I'd like to thank Silver for all the help with these prologues, and also you guys for reading this story and being so patient and supportive with me! Thank you and I love you!

Also what did you think of it?

*Ps: I decided to create a fictional place in Italy where this story will take place so I can have more freedom to play around with certain elements.