Viking's Mate (Twilight OC X OC)

Chapter 22: 3rd Resurrection

A/N: Really long chapter!

The next morning, I wake up from my very limited sleep and take a jog in the rain with Shinobi, and contemplate on how I'm going to explain the last life I was in. I absent mindedly made some Tiropetes and lamb meatballs to send down with Charlie for the game at Harry's. When Ivar arrived, Shinobi bounded to the door before he could even knock, and I shouted for him to come in, then walked into the living room and see him playing with Shinobi.

"Hello, kjekken!" I cheerily say to him, relaxing from my over thinking at the sight of him. I take a seat on the couch as he takes the seat next to me. "Are you ready to go on another adventure with me today? It is a long one, I should warn you, but also the last one."

"I am ready. Jasper was teasing me all night, wondering what had me all anxious about today. I had to shut him up the fun way." He says with a wicked grin.

"Poor Jasper. I hope you at least did it outside, and spared Esme's home." I laughed, picturing those two wrestling each other. 

"The house survived, though a few trees did not." He joked proudly.

"Well, let's get started then." I say happily to him as we move to sit down. "Once I tell you about my third resurrection, that's it, you'll know about all my pasts. Though I'm sure random little pieces from each one will pop up over the years, but at least you'll know the basics." He smiles at this, then throws his arm around my shoulder and scratches Shinobi's ears, who has decided to lay across our laps. 

"After I had greeted Death and watched my family's lives, I could really start to feel the impact the realms and lessons were having on my soul." I say sincerely. "I was beginning to really feel more complete, but I was so angry and hateful to leave my family behind. I had a great darkness in me, caused by my first life but grew a lot by the trauma of both the worlds Death had sent me to. There was so much fighting, surviving, and loved ones lost. I had learned the importance of having friends, and learned how to forge loving familial bonds, but there was still something missing. So, Death sent me off again." 

"When I was reborn this time, I was surprised to see I was in an almost normal world, if not a little outdated. I was a regular human again, just like now, with no animations this go round." I place Ivar's hand on my own to pinch my arm to exaggerate my meaning. "I was placed in my new, very young mother's arms, and she, Sophia, spoke to me in an English accent and told me only my first two names, Abigail Nova. I didn't see a father anywhere around in the hospital, so I was curious where he was, but she spoke so highly of him that I couldn't wait to meet him." 

"I was taken home and raised by just Sophia for a few weeks, until one day she takes me to meet my father." I say sadly, remembering what happened next. "She bundled me up and I couldn't see much, but she eventually walked through a dark strange pub and through a back alleyway, then up to someone's flat. A young, handsome teenage boy answered the door, and when my mother showed me to him, he was shocked, and she was claiming he was my father." I chuckle, remembering my dad's face when I was presented to him like Simba from Lion King. 

"After a lot of yelling on both sides, he finally comes over to me and picks me up to take a real look at me. Without hesitation, he said I would have his last name, Black. My full name was now Abigail Nova Black." I grin, still proud of who I was. "My mother left me there to bond with this man, whose first name I still didn't know. She never made it back though." I turn sad again. "She was killed for trespassing only a few minutes after leaving. I didn't learn that until a few days later, and after I learned where I was, it made sense why she was killed. Didn't make it any easier to lose yet another parent, but I at least understood why she was taken from me." I say bitterly.