Reborn in the vampire diaries

This is my first story, any advice you have is greatly appreciated, I hope you all enjoy reading.

Chapter 1

**** and Life

I was cold, my hands almost completely numb, clasped together, rubbing them to get some warmth into my calloused and scarred hands, before returning them to my suit pockets. I wandered through the streets, it was late or early, I suppose, half two in the morning, and I was awake, like I was so often nowadays, sleep just seemed to avoid me like the plague. The cool air helped numb the dull ache coursing through my body, though not by much, a result at least in part due to my increasingly brutal gym sessions. Perhaps the ache was a sign to slow down, but I could not; it was not how I had built and maintained my physique over the past five years. The ache was just a sign that I was improving, getting stronger, and stopping was just not something I would do. Continuing my slow pace throughout the city, I thought back to how this all started I was still in med school chipping away at the career I always desired when my relationship had started to get rough, all the hours away had started to take its toll then one day we split up and a friend recommended I hit the gym. Since then, I took my unhealthily skinny body and transformed, adding a large amount of muscle and tone. When I inevitably finished med school and got my degree in heart surgery, I had to slow down, the hours at my new job demanding it, but I had started to grow bored with the monotony of it all. My life was good, I was fairly attractive, smart and healthy, but it lacked the excitement I was after, the only fun I had was when I hit the gym and practised MMA, the rest of my days being the same over and over again.

I am a young man, for gods sake, I should be partying, making memories, waking up in beds that are not my own, but, no, instead I work the prime of my life away. Turning a corner I watched as the night started to wind down most pubs had been shut for hours, however the club's had only just closed the few patrons left were staggering out onto the street or hurled over bins, the occasional body lay passed out on the pavement, faces pressed into the snow Walking by them, observing as I did, one or two faces stood out as I walked past, the faces of colleagues I was familiar with. Pulling my jacket on tighter to fight away the cold December air and increasing my pace I continued my walk into the night.

Walking through the increasingly empty streets, the soft crunch of snow beneath my feet, and nothing but my thoughts to accompany me.

I looked up towards the looming tower blocks that encompassed the city, my eyes were drawn towards the central area of my city, the largest of all the buildings over double the height of even the largest of the other tower blocks. It stood like a great monument to engineering, the grey, sterile cladding left it seeming utterly inhuman and yet all the way up there was my tiny one-bedroom flat.

I focused on the tower through the heavy snowfall and thick smog that always fills the air, thanks to the factories on the east side of the city. Gazing up at the great grey tower I could just about make out a strange orange glow. I sped my pace up to investigate the strange glow, the tower was still at least ten minutes away so I began a slow jog in an attempt to get there quickly. Just as I started up towards the next street, the crunch of snow and crack of ice underfoot, a siren cut through the air. A fleet of fire engines, followed by ambulances, sped past me, my stomach turning as I thought of the obvious reason they were out and heading towards the centre of the city. I moved faster, now approaching a run and ducking into an alleyway, jumping over fences and side-stepping rubbish bins. I left the alley and all into the street at the back of my building and saw it dozens of floors, hundreds of flats, and the all-consuming blaze, even at the other end of the street, the heat could be felt. I continued forward when a crash echoed at my side. I jumped and turned, seeing a large rat perched on a bin digging through its contents. As I landed, I felt myself slip on a half-melted sheet of ice.

My body hit the floor, and pain shot through me. My head smacked the curb with a crunch, my vision blurred, and my mouth filled with blood. I tried to reach the railing not too far from my left arm and found myself unable to move. I looked around as well as I could a blurred orange light filled the alley, no doubt the light from the fire bouncing off the remaining snow. I spat blood out onto the pavement watching the snow turn a deep crimson. Sirens screamed from the other side of the building, assaulting my ears in the process. Light burned my eyes as surely as the flames burned the tower block. I tried to call out, to cry out, scream out, but no words left my mouth; only a muffled scream was drowned out by the sirens still echoing through the night. My eyes started to close. I fought with all the might I had, but try as I might, my body defied my will, and I felt myself starting to fade.

I always wondered what heaven would be like, if it was even real, if I was going there, I hoped that the good I had done would at least buy me some favour if I did. All I knew was that I was glad the ache in my head was gone and my body was no longer freezing cold.

Light so bright filled my vision it burned my eyes, I cried out and tried to shield my eyes, but my arms were too weak, is this hell? I thought to myself, what did I ever do to deserve hell? I had this sudden feeling as though I was flying, but realised that I had been picked up by a giant who was looking down at me. I tried to tell him to put me down, but it only came out as cries. Voices broke through my thoughts, my eyes were still blurry, but the voices seemed familiar, "Another son, he shall be a great warrior," exclaimed one of the voices. A warrior that's odd in this modern day you don't really get warriors, perhaps he means soldier but that

Is not me. Why a soldier, though I asked myself why he would not want me to be a lawyer or politician or something along those lines, something that I could live comfortably from. "Without a doubt, Mikael",, another one of the voices replied, again it was familiar, "even though the birth was easy, you should rest, Esther". Wait, what, Esther and Mikael, it can't be they're from a TV show, it's just a TV show, it's not real. "Finn Elijah, get in here and meet your baby brother". "Yes, Father", one of the boys replied in a quiet voice before two heads popped round the corner, then a second later walked into the room.

It could be a coincidence, no, it has to be, there is no way I was reborn in a TV show, but the evidence is there, the names and voices matched, perhaps I was given a second chance to live. Which one am I? I had not watched the show in a while, but from what I remember, the next child born after Elijah was Klaus, the original hybrid. Could I be him? "What should we call him, my love?" came the voice of my new mother. My father responded after some thought ", Asmund". Odd, there was never an original with that name in the show, perhaps the names are actually a coincidence, but I doubted it, something inside me told me that I was a Mikaelson. I looked over at Finn and Elijah just to check how old they looked. The former looked to be five or six, and the latter two or three. Perhaps Klaus had not been born yet, I wondered. I might be the older brother of the original hybrid.

Elijah and Finn both walked closer and leaned over me to get a better look at me, both with grins on their faces. Obviously, the prospect of a brother sounded good to both of them. I looked back at them both, they did have a resemblance to the oldest original siblings, though they were young, so it was hard to tell. Mikael handed me over to Esther, and I got a look at both of their faces. There was no denying it now, although both looked younger, they were certainly the patriarch and matriarch of the original family.

I had definitely been reincarnated as a Mikaelson, there was no question about it, and knowing what I knew, my life could end very suddenly, or if I was careful, I could endure for centuries.