Prison Dimension
When Henrik came around, it was already the middle of the night. He was in Mystic Falls. He looked around and noticed that no one was there, not a single soul. What an oddity. Cars. They were old, like 70's old. Henrik prayed to all known gods. He hoped it wasn't what he thought it was.
"Who the hell are you? how did you come here?" asked a masculine voice. It was his other favorite character. Malachai Parker.
Henrik turned around facing the young siphoner. "My name's Henrik Mikaelson, but I go by Henry Gilbert," introduced Henry. "Crazy witch transported me here before I managed to take him down," admitted Henry.
"Why would he transport you here?" asked Kai, looking at him curiously.
"He couldn't kill an abomination like me, so he did the next best thing," shrugged Henry, trying to get a reaction from Kai with that word, he noticed that Kai visibly flinched when he said 'abomination'.
"Why would you call yourself an abomination?" asked Kai curiously.
"I'm a witch, who can't use magic without leeching it off of someone else," told him, Henry, not necessarily the truth, but not a lie either, causing Kai's eyes to widen. "Dead or alive witches never liked me. My family members are muggles so, they didn't care, while another part of my family has no idea. So I created a spell for immortality, turning myself into an immortal" told him, Henrik. Once again, partially true, he modified Tessa's spell.
"You traded away your ability to cast magic for immortality?" questioned him, Kai, like he was an idiot.
"Who said I traded away anything?" smirked Henry. "My ability to siphon remained. I simply gave myself an unlimited battery, while immortality and strength and speed came as a nice bonus," by the end of his little speech, Kai was gaping at him. "You never introduced yourself," reminded Henry.
"Malachai Parker, but call me Kai," smiled at him Kai charmingly.
"Maybe being stuck in a parallel dimension, won't be as lonely as I thought," smiled at him Henry, receiving tentative one in return.
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