Henrik Mikaelson died a horrible death. Torn apart by the werewolves, his last minutes on this earth were unbearably painful. He also served as a catalyst and unknowingly assisted his mother, who turned her family into the Originals. Alan Mason, a 1...
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Alan Mason, never expected much from his life, let alone death. Growing up without parents, Alan realized, or he started realizing, that he was alone. Completely and utterly alone. He had no friends, no family, only bullies who loved to torment him and make his sad life even more miserable. Growing up, the only thing that kept him sane was his favorite show. The vampire diaries. He had the room in the orphanage all to himself, so he could watch his favorite show anytime, immerse himself into the world of fantasy and drama. He even memorized a few spells only to dramatically recite them later, pretending that he had powers.
His 'happiness' didn't last long, he wasn't sure what to call the 'birthday present' he received on his special day. The said present was a car, a red, beautiful Toyota. If you're confused, thinking what's so bad about receiving a car as a gift, well, he didn't exactly receive it, he got hit by it. Successfully ending his short-lived and uneventful life. Alan wasn't a religious person, not by a long shot. He never believed in God, or life after death. He expected darkness, complete oblivion, stillness or a stagnant silence. What he didn't expect, was a male voice crying out 'it's a boy'. Alan was bewildered when he was placed in the hands of a woman, who looked down adoringly at him.
"What do you think about 'Henry?'" suggested another voice.
"It's perfect. Henry Finnrick Gilbert" muttered, who he assumed was his new mother.
'Gilbert? Like Jeremy Gilbert? huh, what a coincidence' Thought Alan.
Alan, now known as Henry, he needed to get used to that, was by no means stupid, nor was he in denial. He had been reborn. He was a baby... again. But for some reason, he had all of his memories as Alan. He was pretty sure that's not how reincarnation worked, maybe some glitch in the system, who knows?
Turns out, name Gilbert was no coincidence, as he later found out. Henry who was now a toddling menace, if he was gonna suffer through the second childhood, he wouldn't be the only one suffering, found out that he is the third Gilbert, in TVD universe. It was ridiculous, he was in his favorite tv show. Yet, all the evidence pointed to that. After Henry stopped fanboying over Jeremy, who was one of his favorite characters, he tried to be an absolute angel when it came to Jeremy. He wanted his brother to love him, sue him. Growing up alone, having a brother was his dream, and now he had one. Given, in a few years his brother would be an emotional menace and a junkie, but he would make sure they had a good relationship, regardless of Jeremy's choices.
His masterplan worked. Jeremy adored him, playing with him and 'protecting' him from all things evil. It was cute and fluffy, his close relationship with Jeremy always left his parents jealous, wishing that Henry was as nice to them as he was to Jeremy. At the age of 6, when Jeremy was eight, Henry discovered that he was a witch.
He was hanging out outside, he refused to call it 'playing', breathing fresh air, when raven, flying at high speeds, barreled into the wall, breaking its neck. Henry started crying, unable to control his childish urges in his new body, and cradled the dead bird to his chest, as if rocking it to sleep. Thank goodness, that his parents, brother or Elena weren't there. Henry felt warm, deep warmth, that was emanating from his bones, his very core, soon he felt something wiggle in his arms, he looked down and noticed that the bird was alive and completely fine as if nothing ever happened. The first thing he did, when he realized what he was, was to squeal, high-pitched fan-girl squeal, that would leave Sakura Haruno jealous. He was a Witch! How badass was that? He was about to have another mindgasm when a 'caw' interrupted his thought process. He looked down at the little guy, how he knew that he had no idea, and noticed him affectionately rubbing his head against his little chest. Henry patted the raven. He jumped five feet in the air when he heard a masculine voice.
