Henrik found himself engulfed in darkness, unable to move or feel anything. He was confused by this sudden change in scenery; one moment he was lying on his bed watching "The Vampire Diaries" TV show (after binge-watching Legacies and then The Originals), and the next he was transported here. But there was something strange yet familiar about this place—he was submerged in liquid, yet he wasn't drowning. He could also sense another presence beside him.
After an undetermined period, he finally managed to sense movement around him along with a tiny speck of light piercing through the darkness. Suddenly, an idea dawned on him: he was inside a womb, moments away from being born alongside his unborn sibling.
Not even a moment outside, he could hear people screaming.
"I will bring hell to your doorstep!" Klaus roared to the people present in the old church.
"One last push. The baby's almost here." Genevieve urged the woman in labor alongside her were other two women assisting her.
"I will bathe in rivers of your blood!" Klaus kept yelling trying to move from his immobilized state, being pinned against the wall by the witch's magic.
"No, no!" Hayley cried disconsolately.
"I can see the baby!" Monique who was assisting in the delivery exclaimed, as the baby's head was going out.
"Ok. Now push gently." Genevieve kept urging the new mother.
"You will die screaming!" Klaus yelled at the top of his lungs to the witches with tears in his eyes and a broken emotional face seeing his children being born.
"There. You have a beautiful pair of babies, a daughter, and a son." Genevieve says looking at Hayley and Klaus. "We must start the sacrifice as soon as the moon sets."
"Please. Please can I hold them?" ask Hayley to Genevieve who gives her the babies, and while holding both her children Monique slits her throat with a dagger.
"No! Hayley!" Klaus looking at Hayley being killed like cattle screams with rage to the witches.
Hearing the madness around him, Henrik immediately thought about the events during Hope's birth on "The Originals" show, confirming where he currently is. So, trying to protect his new mother and baby sister, he quickly decided to do the thing all witches do – giving others a killing look wishing to inflict great pain onto a person by causing their blood vessels to burst and thus giving them multiple aneurysms. Doing exactly that to all the witches around him, he disabled every single one of them.
"Oh, no...her demon son is doing something!!!" screams Abigail in pain holding her head as blood trickled down her eyes and ears.
"AAAAAAAAAgh my head!!!, he is doing magic naturally, do something!!!." Monique curling in the floor says to Genevieve while screaming in agony.
The witches kept screaming for a few seconds until the place became dead quiet with just Klaus raging around to see the witches stopped moving being all dead.
But suddenly from the top of the building crashes a beam of light on his son's body that blinds him for a moment, and when he could see again, his son was gone. He was nowhere to be seen.
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June 22, 2010 - Elena's 18th birthday party day.
Salvatore Boarding House, Mystic Falls
Early morning.
Henrik suddenly appears in the front yard of a big house amidst the darkness, his body rapidly transforming from that of a newborn baby into a young man of approximately 17 years old within moments. His physical appearance is extremely emaciated, with a noticeably pale complexion and apparent weakness. Stricken with overwhelming pain, he clutches his head between his hands, gritting his teeth through the discomfort as his bones continuously snap, break, and regenerate until the process finally ceases. Numbed by the sheer intensity of the experience, Henrik passes out cold once the torment subsides.
Upon awakening hours later, amidst the dawn, Henrik lay reluctant to move due to the lingering agony throughout his body. However, his overwhelming hunger pangs were relentless; his eyes shone with a golden light as black veins protruded around them like worms squirming, and elongated fangs appeared among his teeth.
The hunger was driving him mad, so reluctantly, like a ravenous beast, he started moving in the direction of the house beside him, not caring what he would encounter or find in there, as the hunger was stronger than his rationality at the moment.
He walked slowly, step by step, like a newborn learning to walk until he touched the entrance of the house. When he touched the door handle, it opened slowly as he pushed, not being locked, as if inviting anyone to enter the big house. And so did Henrik, as he tried to put a foot inside the house, but it stopped momentarily in the air as if blocked by something that refused to let him inside. But Henrik was enraged by what was happening, not understanding why it was happening as he could only think of one thing—to feed and satiate his hunger. So, in an enraged moment, his eyes flashed stronger as he growled, wishing that whatever was stopping him would cease to exist or let him be. And if by magic, he felt something surround his body for a moment as it allowed him access into the house, no longer stopping his way.
Not even caring anymore about what had happened just a second ago, he kept moving through the rooms of the house, observing the grand living room space and looking for something to eat. His sense of smell led him to a shelf where his instincts told him he would find food, and so he followed them. Opening the shelf doors, he found only bottles of drinks. This confused him as he had a moment of lucidity, but when hunger struck again, he no longer cared and simply uncorked one containing a red liquid, starting to relish the taste of the divine spirit he held in his hand.
He drank and drank, bottle after bottle, dropping the empty ones at his feet, which broke into pieces. Until he felt satiated, momentarily bringing him back to his sanity. His body was getting stronger the more he drank from the bottles' liquid, which he relished with euphoric pleasure.
Henrik grabbed the last bottle available and moved slowly to sit on a long black couch adorning the large living room, not even caring if someone else was in the house. He opened it and started drinking slowly, savoring the taste—something he had never tasted before. He wondered what it was, that red liquid that was brighter than wine. He savored each sip, only stopping to praise it before taking another soon after, until there was no more.
Seeing the empty bottle, he dropped it at his feet, let out a burp, and sprawled comfortably along the couch, now starting to take his surroundings more seriously as he calmed down.
First thing he did was note the lavish place in which he currently was. He must be in some millionaire's house, he thought. Then he started thinking that maybe he would be in trouble at the next moment, with someone appearing to shoot him down for trespassing on private property. But, finding no one appearing after a moment, he relaxed again and started to seriously think about what was happening. First, he had found himself engulfed in darkness, unable to move or feel anything. Then he was born and dropped into a TV show universe, but the next moment there was a light sending him to wherever this place was, and his newborn body started growing at an inexplicable speed.
Thinking about something, he looked down to his private area, letting out a soft, relieved sigh as his big buddy was intact and safe. Then he got up and was about to start moving around the house to look for clothes, as he was currently naked, when someone opened the front door of the house.
The person who appeared from the entrance was a skinny, brown-haired girl with a ponytail. She was dressed in something like a corset top, with short pants and sneakers.
The woman, upon seeing Henrik sprawled naked on the couch, was stunned for a good while as she observed him, putting extra attention on his dangling cock before looking at his face and body. She had a little squirm and bit her lips while observing him, before snapping out of it and starting to screech like a banshee.
"Who are you?" the woman asked loudly.
"I..." Henrik didn't get to say a word when a man appeared from the other side of the room, dripping water and with foams around his naked body.
"Good morning, Elena. What's the problem? Why are you screaming like that?" the man who appeared addressed the girl.
"Who is that guy?" Elena said loudly as she moved beside the man.
"Who?" The man raised an eyebrow as he asked her, looking around. Until he spotted Henrik on the couch, never having felt his presence until now that he focused on him. "Who are you? And what are you doing in my home?"
The man looked attentively at Henrik, who was sprawled on the couch and didn't seem even slightly alarmed at being found. He saw all his stash of alcoholic drinks that were smeared with blood for his enjoyment, empty and broken, scattered around the shelf and the man on the couch. Enraged, he started shouting, "You son of a bitch, you drank all my drinks! Who the fuck are you?"
"You're dripping a little, man." Henrik had a smile on his face as he stood up from the couch, dangling his cock around. Already knowing where he was and who these people were, it took him a while to focus on them, as his attention was more on what was happening to him and his current body.
Helena, blushing, avoided his body after taking a long look, then she rested her eyes on the man beside her and, even faster, as if not as interested as she had been in the previous one, avoided it without seeing too much.
"Mm-hm, what do you care? Now, who the hell are you?" Damon asked as he moved incredibly fast to stand beside Henrik.
"I'm Henrik, a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Henrik said as he did an 18th-century reverence, during which, as he inclined, his cock moved with him.
Damon saw this and frowned, a line forming on his forehead. He was getting irritated; it was a miracle that he didn't throw this guy out or kill him, because Helena was there.
"Enough, who are you truly? Why couldn't I feel your presence until now? How did you get into my house?" Damon used his vampire speed to move beside Henrik and grabbed him by his neck, trying to raise him off his feet from the ground. But when he tried to do that, after grabbing hold of his neck, he found that he couldn't move him an inch and his grip didn't seem to be doing anything to the little guy, as he was there with a relaxed face and sporting a smile as he looked at him.
"Hey, man, don't be so aggressive. Let me talk. You guys haven't let me say a word since you got in here." Henrik smiled sarcastically as he looked at Damon's hand around his neck. "Could you remove your hand from there, please? Or do you need help?"
Damon, seeing that something wasn't right with this guy, removed his hand from Henrik's neck and moved to Elena's side in case he needed to help her if this guy started doing something wrong.
"Hey, don't be so on guard." Henrik was relaxed and amused as he started talking after seeing Damon's actions. "My name truly is Henrik, I'm being honest here. And how did I get in here? Well... I found myself outside your house, suddenly driven to insanity by the urge to feed, so I walked inside the house looking for anything to satiate it. The liquid in those bottles sated that urge for the moment, and for that, I'm grateful. As they were yours, I will pay for them, don't worry."
"Eventually, of course, as you can see, I don't have any possessions on me to repay you now." Henrik smiled and acknowledged after.
"What do you mean you suddenly found yourself outside this house? Were you kidnapped or something like that?" Elena asked him, trying to look only at his face instead of his body and his cock. She found herself licking her lips in desire too much seeing his body for some reason. The feeling was stronger than when she had met Stefan or Damon.
"No... I suddenly appeared out of nowhere outside this house... The 'how'... is complicated." Henrik gave a wry smile as he answered her. "Hey, could you lend me some clothes? I promise, buddy, I will pay you back."
Damon observed Henrik for a long while, a myriad of thoughts racing through his mind. After a moment, he sighed, realizing he couldn't risk putting Elena in danger in case he couldn't stop this guy from doing whatever he wanted. Henrik's little show of strength, where Damon couldn't get him off the floor, had made him apprehensive of the man.
"Alright, stay here, don't move around, and stop taking my damn things unless I say otherwise," Damon said as he took Elena's hand and left the living room.
"Thanks, dude. I appreciate it." Henrik said loudly to the departing backs of Damon and Elena.