Death And Rebirth (Edited)

(Unknown POV)

Being dead is an experience that no matter what you think, you know will happen. Doesn't even come close to grasping the whole idea of death. I thought I would die, see my life flash before my eyes, and go to one of 3 places Heaven, Hell, or Purgatory.

But currently, I am sitting no, standing no, I am floating in a sea of black. I can't feel anything not my toes or fingers. Somehow, I can see my whole life, on repeat. Let me tell you, seeing your whole life, from birth to death, is boring after the first few times.

I don't know how long I have been here, floating in this darkness. More than fifty times, I have watched my thirty years of life.

From elementary to high school, I was involved in MMA, learning kickboxing, jujitsu, and wrestling, and over time, as I became an adult, I was able to transition from one fighting form to another In the blink of an eye. Archery doing competitions all over my home state, and able to split another arrow down the center later in my life. I even learned how to handle a sword. My favorite was 2 different blades, a gladius, and a bastard short sword.

I joined the Army at twenty and stayed with them, even became a Colonel. Until a mission went wrong, we walked into an ambush. I wasn't able to save anyone and died choking on my blood from a bullet to the throat.

Eventually, everything changed, and I could feel my body again. From my head to my toes, it felt like I was in water. I started to freak out and kicked my leg out, only to come into contact, with what felt like a rib cage.

Then it hit me, I was an unborn baby floating in the womb. And I completely blanked. My mind was empty and confused about how this had happened. When I felt something push up against me. I pushed back and felt, what seemed to be a little hand, barely smaller than mine.

(Months later)

My new sibling and I have been very cramped here. I can't move, without hitting against my new mother, or my twin. Though it hasn't been all bad, I have heard my mother talking to my brother and me saying something, in a language, I don't know. Sometimes, I barely hear two different voices, of what I assume, to be my older siblings. Very occasionally a gruff and strong voice, of what I guess, is to be my new dad speaks. And I can feel his hands, going over my mother's belly. Seeking to feel my brother and me. Every time I felt it, I would press back.

Today I thought it would be another cramped day of waiting, when suddenly the liquid around me, started to disappear. I was then pulled downwards. I felt like my whole body, was being squished. After what felt like hours I am pulled out and cleaned up. While my mother screams, trying to birth my twin, I try looking, at whoever is cleaning me. I see a blurry figure, but their hands were close enough for me to see that she was a black woman. When she wrapped me up, I caught her scent. The only way I can describe it is nature. Like a forest, that has just experienced a rainstorm, I saw her face blurry as it was, in that moment. And if I could have, I would have bailed because I was looking at Ayana. The friend and teacher to the evil mother, of the Original family, The Mikaelson's.

Which means I have been reborn, in the TV show, vampire diaries/Originals. I began to cry my heart out; my second life is going to be so much worse than my first. Why you may ask... I only ever heard two children's voices, both boys, which means I am the 3rd born son, of Esther and Mikael. Judging by the fact that I have a twin, I don't think I'm Klaus, but his twin brother. The twin of the bastard of Ansel, and Esther, passed off as the son of Mikael, the Viking warrior. Weakened, by his own mother, to cover for her own betrayal of her marriage, and in effect, of that choice. Mikael would cruelly beat Klaus, like no other, to toughen him up. And I'm his twin, just then I am put down, on a flat stone. A few minutes later, a baby is crying next to me, I try to grab ahold of him, with my own little arms. Lucky for me, he does the same thing, and we hold onto each other. As Ayana, says something to Esther, and hands us to her, I can see that she looks similar to the TV show, but more beautiful. With golden blonde hair and baby blue eyes, she looks tired, but that is childbirth for you. She looks at both of us and says more unknown words. Just then the door is opened, rather forcefully. We are given to a man, who looks deeply into Klaus's eyes and says something about a warrior. Then looks at me. I stare at him and see he has dirty blonde hair with dark blue eyes. He smiles widely at me, and I am stunned. The vampire who hunts vampires, was beaming at Klaus and me.

(Mikael POV)

As I am looking at my third and fourth-born sons, I am filled with an overwhelming affection. I thought I lost, with the death of my sweet Freya. Looking at the oldest twin, I see he has darker skin than his twin, vibrant green eyes, like a forest, an already broad forehead, and a healthy head of dark brown hair. The younger twin had a smaller body and head, but had curly locks of dirty blonde hair, and blue-green eyes, with pearl white skin.

"The older twin shall be named Erik 'the elder' and the younger twin shall be Klaus 'the 'younger' till they both become legendary warriors. In their own great saga for the gods."

Looking at my wife, I see her looking tired, and disheveled, as I speak.

"Thank you, wife, for giving me two more warriors, to bring the honor, of the gods to us"

And hand them, over to Ayana, and quickly leave the room, before informing Elijah and Finn, that they have two younger siblings. Then I went to clear my head, by training with my sword and teaching Finn, the novice moves for sword fighting. While Elijah is off to the side watching, with a stick in hand, imitating my footwork. I subtly smirk, thinking about the children, I will raise in honor, of my first-born Freya.