The vampire diaries characters are from the tv series not the book so yeah. This takes place a month after the end of light. This my second fic so read it rate it and enjoy.
oh yes, I own none of the characters represented in this series.
The return
It was difficult to breathe at first. He could feel the air enter and leave half way through the wind pipe. When his eyes formed he could only see half his body. He passed out after a minute or so. Pulling himself back together atom by atom, ash by ash, was hard work, he'd been dead for about month since the possession. His body was almost finished, so his brains' construction was now underway. The more progress he made the more sense his existence had started to make, the less hazy his memories got the, easier it was to decipher them.
He was a leader, a king, a brother, a father but most of all, a killer. And now a dead man, scratch that, he thought, a dead boy. Dead at fifteen, how said was that? He thought. A grin spread across his just finished face.
He lay on his back staring at the gloomy depressed clouds as they wept, wondering if anyone's sadness had ever rivaled that of the dark world he saw above him today. He stood after his legs had finished, quite happy with his form, realizing that he had just played god. The first three steps were easier than he had expected, on the fourth he fell face first into the singed earth of the blast site. His senses had just been triggered. The cold bit at him like a viper as the smell of burnt grass forced its way through his nostrils. The pain blinded him momentarily, his hands weren't numb anymore so he could feel the bits of rock rub and fall from his hands. He felt uncomfortable for a moment but allowed life to take its toll on him.
He realized that he was actually naked after trying, once more, to stand up. He made his way out of the crater to find a tombstone with his name on it, saying:
Caine Soren
Brother ,father, occasional friend, boyfriend, enemy, ' king'.
And overall ass.
'Oh Diana…you never really were good with words.' he said, remembering her perfect face and black hair.
He stared ahead and clenched his fists. You don't get brought back for no reason, he knew this. He had a new purpose, no not purpose, more, his part of a bargain.
He turned around to see that people had started construction on a memorial for those who died, not knowing whether they were innocent or not, in the FAYZ. He looked at the sky and could almost sense the others reconstructing themselves from, what looked like, thin air. He assumed they'd take longer since they were actually buried whereas Caine was just gone with the wind. Just gone. He raised himself up using telekinesis, which was one part of a bargain struck between himself and one of the FAYZ gods. So Petard had kept his side of the bargain, he thought. And shot himself through sky.