Fate's Path [Finn Mikaelson Fanfic] [BWWM]

Chapter 1

Finn Mikaelson thought he finally achieved true peace. He'd made up with his siblings just in time to die for them. Virtuous and selfless until the very end. He sacrificed for his mother then for them. But at least he wouldn't have to feed on the innocent anymore. Or so he thought.

He opened his eyes to see his siblings surrounded him. Freya, his eldest sister, was the closest. Sobbing into his chest. His first breath had such force that she moved back. "Finn, what's happening?" Freya asked her brother. He looked around and down at his now healing wounds.

"I thought I was dead," he said, "Finally. I was dead. I saw the other side but I was thrown back."

"By what? By who?" Freya asked through her sniffles. She went and checked his wounds to see he was untouched. Smooth muscular skin again.

"I don't know."

"Well no need to dwell on the specifics," Niklaus, his half-brother, said, "Best not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Welcome back, brother." He smiled his usual sinister crooked smile.

"I don't want to be back!" Finn cried out, "I want to be dead. I wish to be a monster no more." He turned away from them and tried to contain his tears.

"Perhaps we should give our eldest brother some time," Elijah, the sensible brother, told them all. Niklaus and Kol raced out with their vampire speed. Rebekah and Elijah walked out slowly but Freya stayed put.

"I, for one, am glad you are not gone. I know you wish for peace but my wish for you is that you have a life. Any life. So much has been taken from you." Freya reached out to touch him but he flinched away. More tears fell down her face but she left him.

Finn stayed in the compound for days. He rarely fed and his siblings ignored them. The voices of his victims screamed loudly in his head as did the darkness. He rarely closed his eyes, for fear of it. So many years in darkness and now that he was alive it would only get worse. There weren't many ways to kill an Original but Finn found himself determined to do it. No more living in a box. No more killing. Just peaceful death.

His first time leaving the house, he went to the witches in New Orleans and asked if they could kill him. Davina Clare refused and said that Kol wouldn't want her to. Finn begged every witch but all turned him down and most didn't know how to do what he asked. Freya tried to talk to him. "Brother, I know you've been to see Davina and every other French Quarter witch," she said as they stood in the compound's room of liquor.

"I wish to be done. If ripping out my own heart would do the trick, I surely would," Finn said with breaks in his voice, "Perhaps I should just try."He pushed through his own chest and groaned as Freya screamed. She ran to him and tried to pull his hand out.

"Stop this. You can't kill yourself. It's only causing you pain," she said and finally, his hands came away bloodied.

"Life causes me the most." Freya pulled her large brother into her lap and ran her fingers through his hair.

"I wish I could give you what you wanted," she whispered.

The next morning when Finn woke, Freya was sitting on his bed. "I have an idea." she told him and went to his closet, "You're leaving the city. I'd go with you but everyone kind of needs me here. You can find yourself. Away from the Mikaelson name." She took out his clothes and put them on the bed.

"And if I want to just wallow?"

"I'm not giving you the choice. Go back to Europe. Go to Alaska or Australia. Endless possibilities exist now. Not like when we were young," Finn laughed and it was the first time in a long time that Freya had heard the sound.