Aventurine | Finn Mikaelson

Finn

FINN MIKAELSON had grown used to being forsaken.

It hadn't always been that way. Once upon a time, he had been a happy young boy. A young boy who adored and admired his older sister, mother, and father. But everything changed when his sister, Freya, died. He lost his best friend in the whole world and while his father lived...he wasn't the same man. He became so angry; it was as if any kindness within him died with Freya. Father distanced himself from Mother and Finn, forsaking them emotionally. However, Finn had always been very close with his mother and when Freya was lost, they got even closer. Together they mourned Freya and comforted each other. It felt as if the only person he could rely on was his mother, she became his sole confidant, and he, hers. Finn promised himself that he'd never let himself lose her, not like he lost Freya. He clung to his mother so fiercely because of this. Always striving to be the loyal obedient son so that she'd never stop caring about him and then she'd never abandon him.

Things changed again when his brother, Elijah was born. Mother fussed over him and Finn had been so jealous at losing her attention to him. Things changed even further when his parents took their family and some of their neighbors across a vast ocean to a new world.

Finn would gain even more younger siblings. Siblings he never wanted and he'd often find himself missing the time when he was the youngest child. He would, however, slowly come to learn that being the oldest sibling wasn't the worst thing in the world like his younger self had initially thought. But he'd never allow himself to grow as close to them as he had been with Freya.

Outside of his family, Finn would gain a few acquaintances. He wasn't one for much socializing but he did talk to a few people in the village on a somewhat regular basis. For the most part, he would grow used to his life in the new world even with the werewolves living next door. But then tragedy struck when his youngest brother was accidentally killed by those werewolves and things changed once again. And even more so when his mother decided to change himself, his siblings, and his father into creatures stronger than the wolves.

After being transformed, he found himself greatly repulsed by the fact he had to live off the blood of human beings to survive and he hated the loss of control he felt because of his new nature. Part of him had even felt deeply betrayed by his mother for turning him into some kind of monster. But then his mother died and he was utterly devastated and any anger he felt towards her part in his transformation was gone. He was just lost in his grief, feeling forsaken without her guidance and it was made even worse by his enhanced emotions. Finn had never felt such an intense encompassing despair in his entire life.

As time passed his new existence would not improve. Finn would find himself the odd man out in comparison to his siblings. As they all would take to their new state of being much easier than him. They didn't understand and thought he was being unreasonable and judgmental. It made him feel so isolated that he struggled with it much worse than them. His existence became so unbearable that he no longer wanted to live and he tried to end his suffering many times. His new status as an immortal never let it stick.

He did have a brief reprieve from his misery when he met a woman named Sage. She got passed all his defenses and brought light back into his life and he fell hopelessly in love with her strong free spirit. He even turned her into a monster like him because she convinced him that he could be happy as a vampire and that they could enjoy an eternity together. But it didn't last as he found himself stabbed in the heart with a dagger by one of the men associated with his younger sister's suitor. This would be the beginning of his true hell.

At first, he felt nothing but as time passed that changed. It started with him slowly regaining awareness of himself but he found he could not move...he could not speak...he could not see. He was trapped in an endless darkness as his hunger for blood reignited itself inside him and he could never do anything to quench that hunger. However, he could hear his surroundings which he focused all his attention on to distract himself from his pain. He started to hear snippets of conversations his siblings had. They spoke in foreign tongues that he didn't understand. Eventually, they began to regularly speak one of these new languages, English. So, he began to teach himself this language, so he could decipher what exactly had happened to him. It took a while but he slowly began to understand what they were saying.

The first thing he heard that he truly understood when trapped in that black horizon had been his younger brother, Elijah lamenting to himself about how their siblings were falling deeper into cruelty as time passed.

Finn would hear many, many things over the years. Niklaus, Klaus, he corrected himself. He hadn't been Niklaus in a very long time. He would learn that Klaus was the one who decided to leave him daggered. He would learn that he in turn would take to daggering their other siblings when they upset him. But unlike with Finn, he would eventually un-dagger them. This made him very bitter and angry toward Klaus. Finn would eventually become angry with all of his siblings for choosing to leave him daggered.

He'd suffer in silence for years and years, forgotten. Trapped inside his own mind...lost in darkness and thinking this is what he deserved for thinking even for a second that a monster like him could have ever had the right to be happy with someone wonderful like Sage. However, sometimes it just became too much and he also found himself foolishly wishing and begging for someone to release him from his torment.

It was an endless cycle of emotional and mental agony.

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Finn could always tell when his coffin was moved. It had been moved many times over the years which was most likely because his siblings were constantly on the move to avoid Father. Part of him wondered why they even bothered to transport him around. They had essentially forsaken him by leaving him daggered for so long why not make it official by leaving his coffin somewhere so they would no longer have to deal with him?

But no, Klaus always kept his coffin close by until the day he didn't.

Finn truly had no idea how much time had passed. He knew it was a long time but he could not give an exact time frame. Some days it felt like decades, others centuries and on particularly bad days it just felt like he'd always been in the box. On those particularly bad days, he struggled to remember the time before he was trapped in the darkness.

However, someday far in the future, the never-ending darkness was replaced by a vision of a tall, thin woman with her long blond hair in a low-side ponytail. Surrounded by darkness, she hovered above him with glowing green eyes wearing a salmon-colored sweater over a white sleeveless nightgown. Her arms were reaching toward him and her lips were moving.

Finn did not recognize her. But something about her seemed eerily familiar. Finn couldn't quite place why and she looked at him like she knew him. Unfortunately, she couldn't hear what she was saying and soon enough she faded out of sight and the black horizon returned.

However, when Finn focused back on his awareness of his outside surroundings, he found that he was no longer in a transport. Instead, he was drifting through water. He could feel the water leaking into his coffin and getting in his nose into his stagnant lungs. Just settling inside and feeling distinctly uncomfortable. It left a burning sensation and he felt as if it was saltwater which made him think he was lost in the ocean.

He sure heard sounds outside his coffin that suggested sea life. He'd heard the bellow of whales, the whistles of dolphins, and many more. His coffin bumped up against many of these things that pushed him through the currents.

Eventually, Finn found his coffin stuck against something. He heard the sounds of his water brushing against the coffin but he only gently swayed and did not move. He heard the cries of birds in the sky which made him think he'd washed up on a beach.

He wondered if anyone would find him. He found himself, against his better judgment, hoping that someone would and that they'd remove his dagger.

Deserving or not, all Finn really wanted was to be free.