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Henrik's POV
Sometime in my thousand years of living, I stopped believing in fairy tales. It was ironic, seeing as I was a fairytale in a way. Vampires, creatures that walk the night and feed on blood to survive. Perhaps the true word was nightmare. I practically created the word by roaming around Earth, trying to find a purpose but causing destruction everywhere I turned. And it all started when I died.
The first time I died, I was still a baby. A sickness had spread through the village, and I had caught it. My family rested by my bedside for days, hoping I would live. Even my father was there. On the fifth morning, I stopped breathing. My mother told me I hadn't breathed for two minutes before she was able to bring me back. Everyone was always more protective of me after that.
The second time I greeted death, I was freshly eighteen name-days old. I had the world at my fingertips, and all I wanted was to see the werewolves transform on the full moon. Niklaus, by far my favorite sibling, granted my wish. That was our first mistake, however. I got too close and was mauled to death by a werewolf whose name I would never know. But once again, my mother asked the spirits to take pity on me and she brought me back. This event would change the course of my family's life.
The third time I died, my father drove his sword through my heart, along with my siblings. I awoke to a different world and an eternal life. Everything was brighter, colder, and more overwhelming. But the one thing that didn't change, only intensified, was the emptiness in my chest.
Since my second death, I had known my soul was split in two. It left me empty, and cold. But becoming a vampire intensifies everything. So the feeling of emptiness in my chest became hollow. The desperation and loneliness followed me no matter how many men or women I bedded, or how many I drained dry. I was always the shell of what I once was. Until now.
I had been searching for my soulmate for a millennium. I had abandoned my siblings in the hunt, the desperation. Finding her was more of a myth than I was. I never believed she would truly exist. Until the dreams started. I saw flashes of her, brown eyes, and golden hair, and so I welcomed the dreams. They brought me to her.
And finally, two weeks ago, one of my trusted informants notified me that Niklaus had gone to Mystic Falls for the doppelgänger. A few days later, I was informed that not only had he found a human doppelgänger, but he had also found a Grimm witch blessed by the stars to break the curse. The moment I heard this, I flew across the world to the small town. And I arrived just in time.
It was a gift from nature. I had spent centuries running at every mention of a witch blessed by the stars, but none had been her. The girl I had dreamed about, the girl who held a piece of me, was there. And she was angelic. Her golden hair and honey-brown eyes. Her freckles danced across her skin as the fire of the ceremony illuminated her.
