1.) Dude You’re Screwed
An: hey guys. While doing some vampire diaries research I found this alternate timeline where there were things called primordial vampires and werewolf's. In this fic we're only gonna be focusing on the main storyline of The Originals as I just liked that show better and have watched all of it.
Tbh I want bonnie as the pairing. She's the hands down most badass female character in the show imo let me know. A couple of chapters before that decision needs to be made. Hope you enjoy!
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Scott Corvinus Pov
As I begin to come to I start to remember what I had last seen, a huge college party for the kickoff of the new year. I as a freshman hoping to rush a frat would basically be a slave all night.
It was the usual freshman experience, hate your life and all that. That was until I saw her. A beautiful dark haired girl who clearly was interested in me too if the eyes she kept staring at me with were any indication.
I walked over to her leaving the drink table, my post. But honestly I didn't care. It was 2:30 now with no sign of the party slowing down, I needed to make a move now.
After a quick chat we ended up leaving toward her sorority house. It seemed she was involved with our sister chapter. A didn't care about that though. I was a young, virile 18 year old man being led to a room by a hot older classmen.
That excitement all turned to ash when I walk in and see my older frat brothers. The people who dealt with punishment. They told me to take the position but tonight I was not having it. Not only am I sober around a bunch of drunk idiots, but I now have blue balls and these dudes think I'm about to let myself be punished? Nah.
I swing on the president, Adam first. Deciding if this was the last night of my frat career I was going to have a memorable story. After Adam hit the ground however my reality became somebting different.
After being beaten and bruised, dragged out of the sorority house and left in the bushes I felt myself grow cold and my mind becoming scrambled. Who would've thought I would be murdered tonight? Sure I'd heard plenty of horror stories about Greek life in college but I thought that was to keep the weak willed from wasting peoples time.
But as I lay with blood coming out of my nose and numerous cuts on my face, I call out into the night, "I don't ever want to feel like this again."
Those were my last thoughts as I drifted into unconsciousness.
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When my eyes finally opened I glance around to see I'm in a Coffin. The next thing I notice is I'm in a suit. I walk out of the slightly ajar door of the tomb I'm in.
I quickly close the casket to avoid anyone seeing it and begin to walk through the Forrest trying to stay away from anyone else who may be in the area. Something feels different about me. Other than the fact I've just come out of an ancient looking tomb.
My throat is so dry is feels like two sheets of sandpaper rubbing against eachother. I decide I need to find something to eat and drink when I reach civilization.
2 hours of walking and down the trail and not far from me I hear a gasp and thud. I make my way around a corner to see a young women in her mid to late 20's, hiking gear on with a backpack.
Her hand is bleeding fairly badly. I usually wouldn't look because blood makes me queasy, but for some reason the crimson liquid flowing out of her hand looked like the most delicious thing I'd ever seen.
Without even knowing what I was doing I blink and realized I'm crouched in front of her and she's looking at me in both relief and worry. Afterall, we're alone here. It's natural for a women to feel a bit uneasy around a stranger.
But all of that is muted to me. I take her hand and some of the life-giving liquid flows onto my hand. I inspect the substance closely then before I can stop it my finger is in my mouth.
As it touches my tongue my world explodes in colors. The next time I have a vague idea of what's happening I have this girl pinned to a rock and stare deeply at her in the eyes, "stay calm. No screaming." Then my mouth descended onto her neck.
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I back away from the still motionless girl standing shakily against the rock as the reality of what I'd just done began to overtake me. Again I go to move toward her like before but im in front of her far too fast. 'What is happening?' I think to myself as I lay a hand on her cheek and speak seemingly on auto pilot. Like an instinct I was falling back on in times of incredible stress.
"You will not remember what happened today. Drink," I say using my fingernail to cut my palm and pour it into her mouth. She readily accepted my own blood and I see the wounds begin to heal instantly.
I've only seen such a phenomenon in one of my favorite fictional worlds of my what I assume to be last life, The Vampire Diaries.
Granted, I didn't like TVD very much after season 3-4. I started and finished the originals though. I knew the vampires in that world had healing blood.
This leaves me with a cold reality even more shocking than figuring my consciousness had somehow come to another world, I'm a vampire in TVD.
Im screwed.
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An: something I've been Contemplating for a while. Don't be upset, this is not an overpowered fic. Just trying to put my ideas down so I don't forget them if I want to come back and write it.
The level of interest this receives will be paramount in deciding whether I continue this. Honestly I don't have any ideas about where/how/why I want this to go. Just like the idea. Let me know.