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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Henry Gilbert sat in his room, observing his brother play some video games. He definitely wasn't brooding. He was... unsure how to approach the subject. Jeremy deserved to know. But he was so fucking scared to admit it to him. What if Jeremy started acting weird around him. What if he would be grossed out and move to the attic or something. He didn't notice how tears spilled from his eyes, rolling down his cheeks.
"Hey, Henry! what's wrong, man?" asked Jeremy quickly approaching him. "Who made you cry?" he demanded, the big-brother mode activated.
Henry patted his cheeks, unaware that he was crying and cleared his throat. "I... There's something I need to tell you. Just promise me... promise me you won't hate me," came Henry's pitiful reply.
"Henry, I could never hate you. What is it? Did you fall in love with Vicki or something?" asked Jeremy half-teasing.
"Wha...?" Henry's brain came to a halt. "No!"
Jeremy looked at him, his eyes telling him to elaborate.
"It's... Jer, do you remember when we were younger and you had a crush on this girl, telling me how pretty she was. I told you that I didn't like her and you got mad." Jeremy looked even more confused, unsure what his childhood crush had to do anything with Henry crying.
"Yeah... vaguely," replied Jeremy.
"It's not just her that I didn't like. It's girls in general," replied Henry, avoiding eye contact.
It took a few seconds for Jeremy to realize what his brother meant. He was about to answer him when Henry interrupted him.
"I... I mean... I can move out if it's too weird for you. I get it," he looked down, more tears slipping from his eyes.
"No! What do you mean move out? Is that why you're crying? You think I'll hate you or something?!" asked Jeremy bewildered, taking a seat near Henry, so their shoulders touched.
Henry choked on his tears and just nodded his head.
"Silly little brother," admonished Jeremy. "I don't care who you like, come here," beckoned Jeremy, hugging Henry close, who melted into his embrace, staining his shirt with teardrops.
"Everything alright here?" asked Elena.
"Yeah!" came a simultaneous reply.
"Okay, wonder-twins, I'll leave you to it," Elena left their room with a smile on her face.
Henry reluctantly pried himself apart from Jeremy and went to look for auntie Jenna. Another person who would die, who he would lose if he didn't change the history. So he decided to come clean tonight, tell them about his powers, that he was a witch and that there were vampires in the town.
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