FROST º the originals [UNDER MAJOR EDITING]

CHAPTER TWENTY; JACK OR HENRIK?

chapter twenty
(the frost)

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                             HENRIK? Henrik? voices called out. This isn't possible, mother Henrik's dead. Another voice said. Henrik is this really you? a-are you alive? It was Rebekah's voice. I did this to protect you. . .protect you. Those two words echoed in Jack's brain. You were dead. This isn't real, it barely looks like him. Finn.

                              Jack woke up with a start, gasping up out of his bed. Last night didn't happen, it couldn't have he tried to convince himself. Nothing added up, nothing made sense anymore. He was sixteen but the originals were over a thousand years old. Why him? "Why me?" he whispered to himself.

                              Last night after the unexpected turn of events, Jack hadn't been able to get a word out, bombarded with questions. So he'd said goodnight and walked out of the room, he'd needed his sleep. This wasn't possible. None of this should be possible. He was fine not having an explanation. He was fine not knowing what family he had out there, he wasn't okay, but he was fine with it. Cause he had to be.

                             Jack slowly rose out of bed and walked over to his washroom, he wasn't wearing a shirt and it was quite warm in his room, he was sweating. Either from the temperature or the nightmares about last night.

He turned the sink on and splashed his face with water, loving the refreshing feeling of the cold he was so used to. He then wet his hair and partially styled it so he didn't look a mess.

                            He didn't want to go downstairs. He was dreading going downstairs. He hated the conversation that was going to happen soon. They'd explain everything to him, he'd feel so out of the loop he'd awkwardly smile, let them welcome him and then he'd end up leaving. He was socially awkward. He couldn't do this conversation, he even debated jumping out of the window quite literally.

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                            Jack stayed in his room until around two in the afternoon, when his phone was at ten percent and his charger was downstairs. He groaned and rolled off the bed, throwing on a black lose t-shirt. He really, really, really, did not want to go downstairs and talk to the vampires that resided there.

                              He tiptoed out of his room, slowly and very quietly closing the door. Jack then proceeded to tiptoe down the stairs to the main room, praying to God, to anyone, that for some reason everyone was miraculously out of the house.

                             However, as soon as he made it out of the hallway he caught a glimpse of Kol looking in the mirror in a suit, as well as Finn, with Rebekah painting her nails with disinterest and Elijah throwing on his coat. Jacks faces lit up with panic and he quickly walked down to the other room, in a desperate search for food.