AN: I've had a bunch of people wanting this. So here we go. A rewrite of the Primoridal Vampire.
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Deep In the mountains of Alaska, a coven of witches stands around an unconscious young man about 17 or 18 years of age. He had sandy blonde hair and a bit of stubble on his chin and jaw.
100 witches sat in a circle connecting hands that were all bleeding. Etched into the surface are runes and other symbols meant to keep what they create at bay.
The head hooded figure approached the circle and speaks, "It is time." She says pulling out a red stake. "The fanged maple will act as inmortality." She said caressing the wood as if it was a child. "Next is the blood of the doppelgänger." At that one of the other hooded figures brings out an entire jar of blood. "Procured from the source. Mistress." She said handing it to the head witch. "Lastly," she begins and pulls out a completely white flower with blue spots on it. "The white Briar,"
She begins to crush the plants up while tossing the blood in first. Then the plants, and lastly the red wooden stake.
She began speaking in a language not even those around her knew. She had business. She needed a weapon against the one who took her grandmother from this world. Her grandfather had made her promise she would do what she could to see it happen. She didn't know it's name, or it's face because it happened before she was born. But she got one thing from her grandfather to point her weapon at, "Mikealson."
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After speaking the final words and pouring not only her magic, but every witch gathered here, into the spell the bowl lit up a brilliant white before the glowing stopped.
She popped the stopper off the bowl and let it flow into a glass vial she had.
The once white liquid had turned an eerie black. Seemingly pushing toward its target, the boy. She moved toward him and opened his mouth before dumping the black liquid down his throat. Holding his mouth to make him swallow. Eventually he does.
Before she can finish the job someone speaks from behind her; "mistress, what if it doesn't work?"
She snapped, "then we keep trying. That THING must pay!"
With that exclamation the sound of a neck snapping could be heard. She'd broken the boys neck. She didn't care about him. If he lived? Great. Her plan was that much closer to being realized. If not? She'd find another one and keep trying.
What she didn't know is this time would cost her far more than she bargained for.
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Cole Pov
I open my eyes and instantly know somethings wrong. Firstly, I'm in some dingey cave. Not my bed. Secondly, I'm so hungry I feel like I could eat literally every ounce of food ever and not feel full. Lastly? That one takes the cake. Lastly, I'm seemingly surrounded by hooded people who rush to get around me.
Whispers of, 'he's awake' and 'I can't believe it worked.' Popped up here and there. I was about to ask these people kindly what the actual fuck is happening when a women entered the room and all chatter stops immediately.
The women is looking at me. I can tell that even under the darkness of her hood. In her hand she's carrying what looks to be blood in a vial. I go to back away only to know realize I'm trapped by chains.
"Good. You're awake. Now time for the next step." She says getting in front of me while two men grab my head and lean it back while opening my jaw.
The women dumps the liquid into my mouth and it's instantly shut by the men who make me swallow the blood.
I cough from the rough treatment until something changes. My mouth hurts. Like a LOT. I feel my teeth fall out only to be replaced by new ones. Sharp ones. An entire mouth full of them.
Not only that. But my hearing becomes better, more focused. I can heart every heartbeat in this place.
But most importantly? I feel like I was just shot up with all steroids known to man and a few experimental ones. Before I knew what was happening I ripped my arms forward and tore the chains in half.
"What the-" one of the men who'd made me swallow the blood began only to have his head literally explode when I threw the chain still connected to my arm via the shackles at him.
The next one says something and my head exploded in pain. However, what was first agony turned into a slight itch that barely touched me.
In an instant his heart is in my left hand while my right is already throwing my chain at the next person who'd done whatever this was to me.
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After killing most of them, the head bitch in charge said something and my bones began to break. I scream in agony as all the begin saying the same thing, multiplying the pain 10 fold. That's all I can remember before I hear another bout of chanting begin as the head women touched me and I felt my body slowing down.
'No!' I scream to myself and fight to get onto my feet. "More power!" The women in front of me yells as I make my way slowly fighting what I assume to be magic trying to hold me in place.
"We can't! Anymore and we're all done for!" One of the group yells from behind her.
"It doesn't matter. We can't let him out into the world! Do it!"
After that my world turns black.
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300 years later
Two men who were poaching on native land in Alaska were quite happy with themselves. A big buck and two does was their quarry.
"I told you ricky. Native land has the best hunting." The large one said clapping the skinny one on the shoulder.
"You're right Dave. It is. We need to hurry though. Can't be caught out here," ricky said more reserved.
"Bah, let whatever come. Bear, natives. Doesn't matter. I got a bullet for em all."
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After a few more minutes of walking, the pair see an old looking tomb door built around the cave. "Let's give this a look." Dave says walking up to it and seeing the very rusted chain pulls on the door and breaks it on the third try.
"Come on." Dave calls out over his shoulder to Ricky. "Leave the deer here. Won't nobody take em."
Ricky sighs and follows Dave. As they're walking they turn on their flashlights to be able to see in the dark cave.
"Oh.." Dave trips and falls over something. "Dammit that hurt." He says bringing the flashlight up to see his hand bleeding badly. "Just what I needed today."
"Hey Dave look over there!" Ricky says point to the end of the cave with his flashlight. Looking up Dave points his own over there and sees a coffin.
"Jackpot ricky. Bet there's some old treasure in here. Think about it!" Dave says moving before hearing Ricky's thoughts.
He takes the few steps over there, opened the casket only to find a completely find dead grey guy in here.
What he doesn't see is his hand that's bleeding drip blood onto the face of said being as he's looking over his messed up clothes.
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Ricky Pov
I'm walking up to see what's in the coffin Dave found when I see a hand fly out of it and grab Dave before pulling him down.
All I can hear is Dave screaming as I turn and run, not knowing exactly what's happening and being okay with it as long as I have no part in it.
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, 'only about 30 more steps.' I think to myself when i suddenly collide with a brick wall.
I look up with my flashlight following to see a sight I couldn't forget in a hundred lifetimes.
Before me stands a young man with a beard, blood covering it. The most terrifying thing though is his eyes. Comepletly black pools of nothingness.
I don't get the chance to bargain for my life. The man moves so fast all I can register is the severe pain on my neck followed by darkness.
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Cole Pov
I breathe in and out deeply trying to reconcile what I'd just done. Killed two men. Not one's trying to hurt me like the last time I remember waking up, but two men in hunting clothes with modern looking clothes and guns.
"What the fuck?" I ask myself aloud. I decide I need some air. This cave feels stuffy. I see the setting sun and go to step out but am burned by the sunlight. "Ah!" I cry in pain before literally blurring back into the darkness.
I'd had suspicions about what happened to me. But know I'm sure. Vampire.
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New Orleans
Davina began scribbling crazily. Not even Marcel could snap her out of it. After an hour of drawing a detailed picture of a man marcel had never seen he asks.
"D, what's wrong."
She shakes her head. "Something new. Something dangerous."