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A/N: I don't have a schedule for Einar's Bizarre Diary so don't expect anything.


Every fiber of my muscles screamed with soreness, my skin taut and gaunt- more like a suit I was forced to put on rather something which rightfully belonged to me… The state I was in, I had no idea why. According to old Viking traditions, the dead were to be cremated and set sail to wherever the Gods decided they should be. Of course, burial was a thing too, but it's not nearly as prominent when it came to truly exceptional Warriors-

Warriors such as myself. "Where am I?"

The words coming out my mouth were guttural and growly due to my parched throat.

Stumbling through the darkness, I blinked to find my eyes rapidly adapting to the shadows even though no light could be seen. It's such a weird feeling, to be in bed with my beloved one moment, and thrown into a dusty… Cave, I'm guessing? Still reeling from my centuries nap, I took my first ever steps- trying desperately to steady my trembling legs.

Wars, diseases and meddling witches, I had been through it all,

Yet this was beyond any of that.

The little 'Aneurysm Spell' had nothing on my pounding head as I stalked forwards blindly, only to trip on something hard and metallic. By the texture of it, it's a very rusty something. I grabbed the sword- my sword, the same gifted to me on my birthday by– "Mikael…!" Through my raw, bloody vocal cords, a single word was let loose- containing more hate than I thought I could muster up. It's my first weapon- the one thing which had again and again saved my life.

It's a piece of myself,

But every time I set sight on it, all that dominated my mind was unyielding anger- a burning sensation creeping from my chest to my limbs. Taking a short step back, I raised the rusted blade- gazing at it with a sort of calm- fascination before smashing it against the bed I was sitting on- a coffin carved out of stones. "Mikael… MIKAEL!" Its tang snapped in half with ease- a feat I attributed to the passage of time until I put a hand on the stone-bed.

I didn't think I used that much strength and would like to believe I had become a sort of expert in controlling my unnatural physical capability, yet like glass- it all shattered under my palm. Only then did I realize the changes- my nails were elongated, sharp and pointy in the likeness of beasts' while my hands were dark, though whether with dirt and muds or merely a result of my sleep, I knew not. This wasn't the end,

I told myself before reaching to touch my face- feeling the skin stretched over my skull- pulled back like a botched cosmetic surgery in those shows my exes used to make me watch… And that's not even the worst part, no.

That's reserved to my fangs- all eight of them to be precise, poking out from my gums and jutting at my lips. "Mikael, you coward… What did you do to me?!" It's a rhetorical question. I knew what I had become, the signs were too clear: The fangs, the prickling thirst at the back of my throat, the quick adjustment to the cold darkness.

A vampire.

I had been turned into a bloodthirsty monster- preying on the innocents.

Even as a Viking, I had never joined the raiding parties- mainly because there was none where we moved to, just the wolves and hunters. Still, I'd like to think I was relatively sane.

Yes, there were moments where my violent urges rose to the surface but it's safe to say everyone experienced that every once in a while, the important thing was not to act on them, which I could tell was gonna be hard given my new status as an untrained Vampire. "They did this to me…" I growled, continuing forth in search of an exit as I reminded myself of how they- the Mikaelson had wronged me.

Suddenly, a glimmer caught my attention- a floating, pristine white robe flickering in and out of Existence as my Heaven's Quintessence emerged. The shift was abrupt as my vision doubled. It was as if I was staring at my Stand staring at me staring at him…etc. Needless to say, it's quite disorienting, but much like the darkness, I got accommodated pretty quickly. The Stand looked at me- creasing his nose in disgust and the smell hit me all at once like a damned carriage.

It's not sweats, since I was essentially suspended- my body frozen in time, but the passing years had not been kind. According to Tatia, I had been asleep for more than nine centuries- time which I may never regain and it's because my CUNT of a father decided he knew better what I should continue my Life as- or rather, my Undeath. Wordlessly, Heaven's Quintessence pointed at a wall- what I thought was a wall at first and clenched his fist.

His biceps flexed- coursing with Strength unimaginable to humans as he struck, leaving a giant fist indent on the ' wall'. The effect of his special ability was spontaneous as Space itself rippled- easily tearing every obstacles in its path down to the last atoms and light hit me. I recoiled from the Sun's brilliance, feeling an intense, overwhelming surge of horror while my mind conjured Vampire Legends I had held on to- a last attempt to connect to my past.

It didn't burn…

Well, actually it did,

But the it's naught but a sensation which passed quickly.

Gingerly, I put my hands out under the Sun to see the skin boil and pop as though being burnt- seared with a flamethrower before it settled. It seemed the weaknesses commonly associated with Vampirism weren't a problem for me thanks to the Ripple. Confidently, I marched forth just to see my clothes literally falling off of my form- revealing everything as I stood shell-shocked.

Looking around to look for people, my eardrums thrummed- beginning to receive noises like never before. All sounds and noises were in truth mere vibrations that your brain made sense of, and effortlessly, I could sense the frequency of a flies' wings flapping in the winds just as well as I could see it. "What the Hell's this–?"

Muttering to myself, I didn't even notice the barks closing in until an animal barged out from the trees- its maws open and drooling like a rabies-ridden beast. Its blood sang, calling to me like the whispers of a gentle lover, yet… I knew instinctively it'd not satiate my cravings. "Dogs are friends, not foods."

Although I repeated over and over again, I was utterly helpless against the temptation.

I was so hungry- starved in fact, and my throat felt like it's on fucking FIRE!

From my Stand's sight, I could see dark- prominent veins starting to grow around my sockets- pulsating with each of my heartbeat as I neared the animal. "It'll be fine… All I need is a taste, that's all. Just a taste." Sensing the danger I represented, the Cane Corso moved back hesitatingly, its eyes trained on me- ready to take off the instance I displayed a sign of aggression.

I took a second step, and all of a sudden everything became a blur- slowing down to a crawl and before I knew it, I was holding the poor creature by its neck, my fangs digging into its exposed throat as it whimpered and whined. It tried to struggle free. Trust me, it tried. Sadly, my grip on its neck must've felt like metals.

I watched the Life faded from its brown, expressive eyes- feeling a touch of regret. Dogs and cats, I loved both, but the thirst… It's just too strong. Thus, I let go. Temporarily, I let go of my Humanity, of my emotions and the weaknesses empathy represented. It helped a lot, made it so my next kills were even easier. Had I mentioned the dog had friends? In mere seconds they're all dead, their carcasses- red and torn up- laying motionlessly on the empty clearing.

Still, my hunger's screaming to get more.

"Bandit? Chase? Where are you guys?!" A voice- audibly feminine- reached my ears as I savored the taste. Slowly, I turned my gaze to the source, fangs aching to tear into the poor woman's neck. Our eyes met, then hers moved towards the corpses of her pets and the blonde screamed… Not for long though as her voice's silenced by my hand.

Tearfully, the woman observed me in an odd mixture of fascination and primal fear. "W- Who are you? Why're–"

The words were caught in her throat, literally as my fangs neared her exposed neck. I could hear and smell it, the blood rushing to her head, the nervous beating of her heart, the sheer horror masked by only by the surprise she was sure to be experiencing. "Don't, don't! Please don't kill me, I'll do anything- anything!" Then it set in- the realization that she'd most likely die in the middle of nowhere- forgotten as the World went about its business. "Shh. Don't, just don't. Trust me, you'll only make it harder on yourself."

I said reassuringly, hypnotized by the Life flowing inside her. "One taste." Again, I repeated. "Just one taste." With a violent yank, I forced her to look up- my fangs digging in without hesitation as ecstasy consumed every fiber of my being. Lost in pleasure, I failed to notice her struggles weakening, failed to see how limp her limbs had become when a burst of clarity cleared the fog in my mind. "No… No, no, no! What have I done?!"

Blood trickling down my chin, I looked at the unconscious woman in horror. "Think, think Einar! What do you do?! What can you do?!!"

Then I remembered. "Blood… Vampire Blood should have Healing Property." That's what fictions had taught me, and it's not like there's any harm in trying. Judging by the slow rising and falling of her chest, she wasn't going to live for much longer, not unless something's done. Hurriedly, I tore a chunk from my wrist, spilling my own blood for once instead of another's.

"It's alright."

I said, gently supporting her head while simultaneously pushing my bloody wrist to her mouth.

"You're gonna be alright, I promise."

Choking on my blood, the woman tried to spit the blood out, yet I'd not allow it- right hand clamping on her mouth and nose. "Drink, it'll heal you… I think." Gone was the initial fear, replaced by disgust and loathing as she stared hatefully at me. Unfortunately for her, as her life was in the palm of my hands, there's little the blonde could do besides obey. And obey she did.

In an attempt to hurt me, the woman greedily sucked down my blood while her wounds mended and healed at a rapid pace. She's fine once more, if somewhat dizzy and disoriented as she pushed me away. "Va- Vampire…" She gasped, backing away on all fours. "I'm sorry for that. Here, let me just–"

Like a habit, I made to retrieve my handkerchief- a personal artifact Tatia had painstakingly sown for me, to find I was naked like the day I was born. Sure enough, she too looked down to see my… Boy swinging left and right and– "Ah! Pervert!" The embarrassed blonde made a token effort to cover her eyes at best, discreetly peeking through the gaps in her fingers. I blinked once,

Twice,

Thrice before asking awkwardly. "You don't happen to have spare clothes lying around, do you?"

Face twisted in fear, she put her hands forth defensively- gripping her blue dress tighter as though afraid I'd peel it off of her. Angrily, my lips twitched. "I'm not a rapist. By Odin's grace, get a grip, woman."

"Who- Who knows what you leeches like to do to a young and innocent woman as myself?!" She countered, stumbling to her feet. "How can I even trust you?!"

"That's the thing, you can't." Responding with a stoic look, I added. "You are also alive, which's a plus. Now! Do you want to get up or stay on the floor like an bumbling fool?"

Lips pursed, the blonde slowly got up- leaning against a rotting white tree- a very familiar tree in fact. 'White Oaks?' I recalled, before shaking the useless thoughts away. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Einar Ayanason."

"What kind of name is that?" She scowled, though visibly less fearful than before as she dusted the dirt off her dress. "Why're being so kind anyway? Are you a Vampire?"

"When somebody introduced themselves, it's only common knowledge to return the curtesy, don't you think?"

There was a moment of silence- brief, and quickly broken by the name coming out of her lips. "… Margaret. I'm Margaret Forbes, and–" Her eyes swiftly moved from me to the dogs lying dead on the ground. "– My dogs!"

"… My deepest apology, I did not mean to–"

"MY DOGS!" And she's bawling.

Fantastic. "You MONSTER! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS?!" Kneeling over her fallen pets, the blonde hugged their corpses near.

"I was… Hungry." Still am, sadly. "If there is anything I can do to rectify this–"

"Well, you can't!" She interrupted, sobbing hysterically. Goddamnit. Letting her unleash the torrent of emotions in peace, I sat next to Margaret, patting her back softly. "They- They were the only family I had left… How could you?" There was no fight in her voice, just a deep exhaustion as it sunk in. Her pets were dead because of me, the least I could do was try to console her.

Shame I had no handkerchief ready for her. "C'mon, Ms. Forbes. We gotta get out of here."

"No! Get off me!" Margaret slapped my hand away with a tortured scream while I stood, my hazy mind unwilling to come up with a solution. "Crying won't bring them back."

At that, the look in her eyes grew deranged. I was facing a person with nothing to lose, and while I was in no way afraid, I did not want to kill her. She had done nothing to deserve my anger. My words only made her cry harder as I stayed her side. We didn't move from that spot for hours- until the Sun's close to setting in the horizon. At a glance, anyone would be able to tell she had been crying- the puffy eyes, her red face. It's all too clear and to make it worse, she could hardly stand- exhausted.

"What- What are you going to do to me?"

Her voice's barely above a mosquito's buzz- wrecked with the occasional sobs, but I could make out every word clearly- clear enough to understand what she's trying to say at least.

"For now? Bring you home, make sure you aren't hurt- more than you already are- and search for my enemies, I guess." Margaret's eyes easily tracked down the cave where Mikael must've put me after my falling into slumber. "You- You mentioned you were out for centuries. What did you mean by that?"

Sighing, I gave her a short explanation of my story. "I was betrayed and turned into the Beast I am now. Locked up for nine centuries with only my thirst and–" Words refused to leave the confines of my mouth as I recalled the agonizing torture I was put through. "– For what it's worth, I'm sorry about your dogs. I did not mean to kill them, I was just… Starved. It's like somebody's rubbing burning charcoal at the back of my throat."

Submerged in awkward silence, I could only support the drained woman while she stared mournfully at the animals. "Bring me home." Margaret said tiredly, adding after a moment of thoughts which must've taken the last of her strength to say. " Please. There are clothes in my house- they're my late father's. Too baggy for you, but…"

"Beggars can't be choosers. Alright, hang on. Here goes nothing." Guiding her arms over my neck, I hugged Margaret in a princess-carry and bolted- once again tapping into the Supernatural Speed of Vampirism. Coupled with the fact night had fallen over us, my nudeness shouldn't prove an issue as long as I stayed out of sight… Probably.

— Einar's Bizarre Diary —

In her moonlit bedroom, Alaya Bennett shot up from her comfortable mattress- a look of fear briefly crossing her face. "Oh-God. What have you unleashed on Mystic Falls?" She had felt him right away- or more precisely, her Ancestor Ayana had. The Original wouldn't hurt her once he knew of her status as Ayana's Descendant, or so she claimed but Alaya knew how derange and unpredictable Vampires could be, let alone an Original.

"Ancestor, he's–"

" A friend… My son." The reply was kept curt and short- dissipating to the gentle breezes caused by the Witch's Magic. " Meet, explain to him who you are and your line will have an eternal Guardian. Unlike his brothers, Einar… He always stays true to his words. Always. Trust him."

None of her other Ancestors dared to object- knowing the repercussion of defying one of the oldest Spirit would be dire, though Alaya could tell nobody agreed with Ayana. Vampires were a blight on Nature, and they all must die. It was one thing for six of them to walk the Earth, one more would be quite the pain, especially since Einar Ayanason seemed to be stronger than his siblings. " News of his emergence must not leave this room, or there'll be consequences."

"But, he's an Original. Shouldn't we–?"

Alaya started, yet was quickly rebuked by the Spirit. " He's my son! And he has suffered long enough."

The candles abruptly went ablaze, burning out in seconds as the Spirits left- unwilling to talk any longer- which left the Bennett worried and confused. "Why does it have to be Mystic Falls of all places."

She complained, before blowing out the lights. If Alaya was to meet and make deals with an Original, she was not going to do it while sleep-deprived.

— Einar's Bizarre Diary —

"You live here?"

My voice echoed- loaded with skepticism- bouncing off the walls of the spacious living room. According to Margaret, she's the only surviving member of the once prestigious House Forbes. Her siblings had gone to serve in the Great War, and her parents had passed away almost a decade ago. "Stay here, I will fetch you something to wear." I attempted to step through the threshold, but was pushed back by an invisible force.

"What?!"

Narrowing my eyes, I tried again and sure enough- just like previously- I was repelled- forbidden from going into her Manor. "Don't you know? You Vampires can't enter houses without verbal consent."

"You seem to know a lot about us, despite being an ordinary woman."

"My Family used to hunt Vampires." Such was her explanation for the knowledge. "So… Can I come in?"

"No." She said without an ounce of hesitation, continuing deeper into the Manor. "Please? I'm literally naked as the day I was born. Someone is gonna see me." Apparently, it's 20th Century already. Lightbulbs were still a luxury, chances of somebody actually catching a glimpse were slim, but I felt exposed with wind caressing my ass. "Haven't I proven myself? If I had wanted you dead, you would be."

"I- Alright. Come on in, Mr. Ayanason." Like Magic, I stepped through the door, taking a quick look at my surrounding. Four windows and two doors leading somewhere… Excuse me, it's practically a habit for me to find the most efficient escape path. Those windows looked nice. Should the need arise, I could just make a beeline for them. My pursuers might have troubles with the broken glass, but I- with Vampirism and the Ripple reinforcing my flesh further- should be fine.

"You can sit down." I looked at my feet and barely covered groin, and laughed awkwardly. "I don't think I will. Is there a bathroom nearby, Ms. Forbes?"

"There is one on the left. Take two turns and you should see it." Margaret was unexpectedly welcoming to a guy who recently butchered her dogs… Too welcoming in fact. Some might call it paranoia, but was it really when somebody's out to get you?

I had had enough of being backstabbed for a lifetime- or multiple, depending on how long I could live. Racing to the bathroom, I turned on the water and rinsed my body- ridding myself of the accumulated dirt and grimes stuck to my skin. Yes, it was as gross as it sounded though with Magic, my work was a lot easier. Personal hygiene restored, I returned to the living room to find Margaret still gone.

Buck-naked, I moved forth to look at the pictures decorating the fireplace. The oldest had three boys, a girl- presumably Margaret in her youth- and two elderly people. The age gaps between the siblings were clear, as while her brothers looked like they're in their mid-to-late teens, Margaret appeared to be seven in the picture. The next no longer contained her mother and everyone seemed miserable due to it.

Then her father's gone, and the dark circles around her eyes- which really shouldn't have been so noticeable in the grainy texture of the picture- grew. This Manor's an abandoned one. Yes, Margaret's living here, but as I saw it, no warmth's present. My place used to be like that too, until Tatia entered my life- throwing things out of order like a wrecking-ball and Gods did I love that woman for it. Footsteps- clacking on the wooden floor- sounded behind, yet I made no move to acknowledge her,

Sensing the rapid increase of Forbes' heartrate. "Die!" An arrow's let loose from her crossbow- an arrow I caught without even turning back or looking at her. "I understand your anger, but I suggest you choose a… Wiser path, Ms. Forbes."

Unlike the Mikaelson who had brought me into their house and backstabbed me, I didn't feel the same intense rage I did for Margaret.

I was a Vampire- her family's sworn enemy- not to mention I killed her dogs in cold-blood. I would have done the same if I were in the blonde's shoes. Hell, I would have done much worse if someone killed my pets. My words did little to calm the hate plastered on her face as she loaded a second bolt which I split in half with the one I was holding. It seemed she had not prepared to come this far- already running short of crossbow bolts,

I expected her to make a run for it- it's what I'd have done.

Instead, Margaret lunged at me, using the butt of her crossbow as a melee weapon.

I deftly avoided her attack, tripping the poor woman and sending her tumbling towards the table. It'd have hurt, if I had allowed her to fall, but I didn't. Grabbing her by the waist, I was given no respite as she- due to the shortening distance between us- hammered on my chest. "You MONSTER! BEAST! RETURN MY DOGS TO ME!" Hysterically, Margaret screamed to high heavens. Knowing I couldn't possibly let this continue lest her neighbors came to check, I grabbed her by the shoulders-

Our eyes met again- one filled with helplessness, the other an ocean of hate. " Enough! Calm yourself before we are discovered." I didn't think my words would serve its purpose, yet it did as the blonde instantly calmed- no longer screeching my ears off. She looked… High. As though she's on a copious amount of drugs and alcohols. "I- Are you alright?"

Airily, she answered. "I am. Why do you ask?"

"Can you get me clothes?" I was not interested in Margaret romantically, but physically it's a different story. With our bodies pressed against one another, it's taking every fiber of my being to resist my heightened emotions and desires. She was beyond pretty- not as much as Tatia though I might be biased. Forbes shook- in a daze. "I don't want to…"

"But you can secure me male garments?"

This time she nodded. "Good. Do so quickly." I compelled.

Like an emotionless puppet, she went to a room- her father's or brothers' most likely- and after a few minutes of rustlings, returned with a three-pieces suit. The really old-fashioned one with a barnacle tucked in one of its pockets. "Thank you." Without shame, I threw on the outfit in front of her and made my way to the door. I had troubled her enough. "I'll repay you one day… Ms. Forbes."

Tipping my newly-acquired hat, I was about to leave when a hand rested on my shoulder- trembling with uncertainty. "Can you stay with me?"

Hearing her words, the only response I could muster was a confused. "Huh...? Why? Why'd you want me here after what I did?"

Was my Compulsion that powerful? Enough to alter her entire personality?

"I'm afraid to be alone."