Fenrir Michaelson

Chapter 1

March 22, 2009

It's been a thousand years since I've heard anything from the Michaelson's ever since I was told to leave and to tell you the truth I never really cared what they thought about me if I was part of their family or not. I guess I should be thankful for them or grateful because they turn me into a vampire. Well, that was kind of dumb on their part because I was already a werewolf beforehand. But they didn't need to know that. So technically I am the original hybrid unlike Niklaus he was a born werewolf I was the cursed werewolf so there are two types of hybrids out there.

What a crazy and stupid world we live in now. from what I can see my old world was much better-having magic run freely everywhere, where this world has restrictions only to those of Servants of nature that's not Magic it will never be magic at least not in my eyes. I guess I'm only one felt of being a wizard after all, well that sucks I've been alive for than 10,000,000,000 years and seen birth and death of many cultures and Empires and other things I'm guessing there's an upside of being the master of death the downside is I am now the immortal werewolf well hybrid to be exact. At least I don't have to transform every full moon anymore. But the transformation of becoming a hybrid is less to be desirable.

For example my hair is no longer black like it used to be when I was human no but it's now a silver White. But the changes don't stop there I no longer look the same. In the place of Harry James Potter stood an extremely handsome young man with a height of 5'10', a well-toned body, with fair-skin but my body was covered with large battle scars and with the physical appearance of a 25-year-old despite being over 10,000,000,000. Years old. Now I'm back in Mystic Falls once again. After getting a noticed from Death that another Petrova doppelganger has risen and her name was Elena Gilbert, that just screams bad news. So I decide to accept a teaching job at Mystic High as the new French teacher. Wish me luck cuz I'm going to need it.

This is Fenrir Greyback signing out.

Fenrir sighed as he placed his journal down as he got out of bed early and stretched looking around his room. Of his new manor seeing that death really outdid himself. Turning to look at the time only seeing it was almost time for his morning jog and workout. Quickly putting on his workout clothes that were a nice pair of black shorts and with a matching black tight muscle shirt that shows off his very muscular torso. Putting on some socks and sneakers on and checking if his iPod holster was securely in place and not wanting to drop another iPod by accident again. Nodding his head in satisfaction.

Fenrir walked downstairs to the kitchen to grab his water bottle from the refrigerator with another nod Fenrir walked out of his manor.

Fenrir started in a slow jog looking around his new town or should say old homeland when he was with the Michaelson's. Listening to his music Fenrir stopped by the old wickery Bridge as he had remembered that's where he and Henrik use to go and swim. Fenrir couldn't help but to chuckle in knowing there's a little cute and clingy hybrid that was currently sleeping in his bed at the moment. Yes, you're heard right the night that Henrik was going to die. Fenrir sent death to save and keep Henrik safe but leaving a fake body to fool the family that Henrik was killed by the werewolves.

Was that mean of Fenrir to do that yes, was it necessary yes? Through all what has happened. Henrik stood by his side forever and even wanted to be turned into a hybrid just like Fenrir. After all, Fenrir was a different type of hybrid than Niklaus. Just like the werewolves of his old world, Fenrir needed to only bite someone on the night of the full moon so they could turn into a hybrid like him no matter what type of Supernatural species they were.