The World Walking Original Siphoner (SI, OC)

"Great, all I wanted to do was get some scratch offs for my birthday and then I get involved in a drive-by, and now I'm here, Wherever the hell here is anyways!" I complain agitatedly.

'What a disappointing life…I lived.' I say in my head and yet my ears ring as my voice seems to be echoing off of the star filled void all around me.

"At least it's a beautiful view…even with the acoustics the way they are." I mutter softly as I breathe in deeply in an attempt to calm myself down.

"You mortals never cease to amuse me." A booming amused voice echoes within my mind.

Making me spin around to scan surroundings, attempting to locate the source of the voice but finding nothing but stars in the distance.

"Alright whatever you are, don't show yourself!... I'm sure whatever you are my tiny mortal brain and soul would be completely eradicated upon seeing your eminence…" I express sarcastically while rolling my eyes and giving a double single finger salute to empty space.

"Haa, you know technically you are already gazing upon my…what was the word you used? Ahh, yes eminence…" The entity replies to me in an almost mocking way that sends chills down my spine.

"Cool…cool…no homo then, you do make a pretty sight like this." I reply to the entity not knowing it's sex as I give a little half-hearted shrug.

"Hmm, I am neither male or female by your designation…I just am so no homo here, I appreciate your appreciation of my simple grandeur that you can perceive…any way…we have a process to get through so let's begin." The entity replies to me with a laughing lilt to its voice.

'Shit I'm so going to hell, I mean I know I deserve it but…This...this isn't fair!' I curse in my mind as I feel my legs trembling.

"Easy there; nothing bad will befall you, you have great fortune to arrive in front of me…almost as if you have a protector that saved you from the religious cycle you were forcefully baptized into as a child." The Entity continues to speak and I get the impression that it's got a demonic smirk on its face for some reason.

"As for your future…you will be reborn as a Mikaelson in the The Vampire Diaries universe as the twin born son of Esther Mikaelson and Mikael, your twin will be Freya and to counteract her power as a witch you shall be a Siphoner." The entity informs me before I hear a shearing sound as a blue portal opens up underneath my feet.

'Whoo-Hoo!' That was the only thought that passed through my mind as my…body? Is failing through space the life of Shane Town, a late 20's something loser and waste of space, who was slightly obsessed with reading and writing fanfictions about media from many genres from anime, TV shows, movies and even actual works of literature, and the start of my new life as a Mikaelson which I would have loved writing an ff about when I was alive in my first life.

The darkness of space is replaced by an odd painful squeezing sensation all over me but currently the strongest sensation is coming from my forehead, feeling a sudden flex around my body I can suddenly hear someone yelling/screaming in pain and exhaustion.

My nostrils, throat and lungs burn with cool air that has a wood smoke smell and taste to it, as I take my first breath.

"Just one more good push, Esther the other one's almost here." A dusky sounding woman says.

'That's weird as a newborn I should only be able to interpret the cadence of a voice and not the spoken word…also how can I understand…The old Nordic language or old-bastardized English…or whatever is being spoken…right now?' I express my sincere surprise in my head.

After a final squeezing sensation on my lower half I felt free whilst also feeling a deep sense of loss, I feel something soft and wet wipe over my eyes and my dark world becomes awash with light and now the sounds I hear are deafening, my senses rapidly become overwhelmed especially as I feel a sharp smack on my ass, which makes me let out a yell of indignation and disorientation.

When everything calmed down I found myself looking up staring at a face I'd only seen on tv…with crystal clear eyesight, 'What the fuck! A baby shouldn't be able to see beyond shadowy silhouettes until they're 12-18 months old.' I express my shock as I look up at the gorgeous face of a twentyish Maria Howell.

"It's a healthy baby boy, Esther…Mikael." Ayana says as she gently brushes her soft finger against my cheek her eyes suddenly glossing over.

"Hahahaha, we have been blessed by the old gods…they have given us twins, a boy and a girl…you my dear daughter will be a goddess of beauty and war." I hear a booming laugh that makes my ears ache as the man proclaims loudly his voice sounding fulfilled.

Ayana hands me off to the man as he hands Freya off to Esther…I can feel an ache deep in my chest…a need to be close to Freya and even though I knew it was going to happen at some point but it's happening sooner than I expected. I can't help but feel mystified at seeing a Vikingfied Sebastian Roché…'So, this is my new Dad Mikael.'

Out of some ingrained instinct I find myself reaching out with my tiny hands for his face to feel him to make sure everything is real and not a hallucination brought on by blood loss after getting shot.

Mikael smiles at me and brings up his massive hand sticking his finger in my face to play with me, 'Hey, watch it Gigantor!' I shout in my mind as I grab his index finger with both of my hands and squeeze with all my strength, which makes his eyes go wide and his skin feels so warm and rough.

Mikael chuckles.

"He'll make a fine warrior when he grows up…his name shall be Vidar." Mikael proclaims proudly as he smiles and I hear a weak voice speak up. "Let me hold them."

Mikael turns towards the owner of the voice and the feeling of being moved makes me nauseous as I'm handed off to Esther.

'God…damn, the woman I love and hate the most from the show…I have to admit…she's a much prettier irl than in the show.' I say in my head as I stare at the face of the woman I'd come to both love and hate in the series as she smiles at me tiredly, her hair mated to her head and face from her sweating during her laborious labor.

'It's hard to believe Esther…is my mother, I mean I instantly and instinctively accepted Mikael…but for some reason I feel odd about viewing her as mother…wait…' I express the way I feel in my head but suddenly let out a cry as the odd feeling inside of me is this pulling sensation and I feel a rush of power flow into me from where she touched me.

'I FEEL SO POWERFUL ! ! !' I shout out in my head as power…energy…magic courses through my veins and something metaphysical that is there but not there at the same time, my world erupts into absolute bliss, as I feel the best rush and buzz I've ever felt.

"Quickly take the child away from her, it's consuming her magic and life force!" Ayana shouts to Mikael and I barely register her words through the haze of euphoria I'm in.

Suddenly everything around me goes dark, I wake up in soft furs and look up at a sad reluctant faced Mikael as he looks between two people.

"I can't care for that abomination Mikael." Esther spits venomously in an exhaustion filled voice.

Mikael looks down at me, some moisture glittering at the corners of his eyes in the flickering light of a fire.

"Mikael, I'll visit everyday and help tend to him…" Ayana says softly and her voice is filled with repressed longing, as her hand rests on his leather armor clad bicep.

"It would be a mercy to drown that vile abomination, it's better than letting him starve as I shall not allow it to nurse from my breasts." Esther spits with her voice filled with cruelty.

'Ahh…there's the cunt I love to hate…' I mutter in my head while feeling a deep sense of hurt and betrayal.

I get hit with a sense of nausea as Mikael moves, and I hear the sound of a meaty smack.

"I care not for your magic, but you will not abandon our children…any of them because of it!" Mikael snarls at her his hand coming back with a bit of spit and blood staining his knuckles.

Days pass by slowly for me over the course of a few months, with Esther absolutely refusing to touch me and keeping me as far away from Freya as possible.

Leaving the caring of me completely up to Ayana and Mikael.

'Honestly…it's so jarring the image of Mikael from the show and the Mikael who patiently milks a goat and feeds me through a thin hide bladder…' I internally admire Mikael seeing a side of him I'm almost a 100% sure no one but Freya would probably ever see…besides maybe Ayana.

Everyday I was being taken care of by

either Mikael or Ayana, when Mikael would leave to go on raids Ayana would take into her home and I'd stay until he would return.

The full separations from Freya and Mikael just feels intrinsically wrong though I could always feel the echo of a heartbeat next to mine in my chest and I knew somehow that it is Freya's.