Reborn in The Vampire Diaries/TO/Novel TVD With the World

The rain had slowed to a steady drizzle by the time Samael pulled into the long gravel driveway leading to his home.

The sound of the tires crunching over the gravel was almost meditative in contrast to the heavy tension that hung between them. His house, hidden away at the edge of the forest, loomed ahead like a forgotten relic.

The old Victorian mansion stood dark against the gray sky, its spires reaching toward the heavens in an eerie, almost gothic fashion.

It was isolated -- a perfect place to hide an Original, far from prying eyes. Samael killed the engine, and the silence enveloped them. He glanced over at Elena, his gaze softening at the sight of her.

Her face was still pale, the weight of everything she'd learned today still pressing down on her. Her wide eyes seemed distant, as though her mind was elsewhere, trying to piece together the fragments of a reality she couldn't yet understand.

Samael's voice was gentle, almost a whisper. "Elena," he began, his tone a mixture of concern and tenderness. "Are you alright, darling?"

Her eyes snapped to him, breaking out of her trance, and she flinched, her breath catching. "Y-Yeah," she stammered, her voice faltering. "It's just... I'm still processing, is all." Her hands were curled tightly in her lap, and she absentmindedly shifted in her seat as if trying to find some comfort in the discomfort.

He didn't press her, but the weight of the moment lingered. He sighed softly, turning slightly in his seat to face her, his hand reaching over to gently rest on hers. "If you don't want to deal with all of this right now... I can take you home. We can talk about it later, when you're ready." His words were a quiet invitation, an offer of respite.

Elena hesitated, looking out the window for a moment, her brow furrowed in thought. Then, with a deep breath, she turned to meet his eyes, her expression steadying, though her lips still trembled with the storm of emotions she was battling inside.

"No," she said firmly, her voice carrying a quiet resolve, though it wavered with a hint of vulnerability. "I won't let you deal with this alone anymore. Especially since it's because of me that you're dealing with all this in the first place."

Samael was taken aback for a moment. Her words cut through the quiet like a sharp knife. His jaw tightened, and his brow furrowed in mild surprise, but he didn't look away. "Elena-" he began, his voice a little more strained now, as if trying to say something to calm the situation.

But she wasn't finished. Elena's gaze locked onto his, searching his face for the truth. "Am I wrong?" she asked, her voice growing stronger with each word, though still fragile with emotion. "Can you honestly tell me that you'd be in this mess if it wasn't because my life was on the line?"

The question hung in the air, and Samael was quiet for a long beat, his fingers tightening ever so slightly around the steering wheel. He knew she was right. He opened his mouth, as if to counter, but the words never came. She was right, and he couldn't deny it. He couldn't lie. That was against who he was as a person.

Samael knew he'd stand up to the Originals in the end, because of his own sense of morality, but to put himself in this dangerous situation, to be out in the open rather than work in the shadows with the gifts he has, he knows he would never do.

The risking of everything, of his very life when there was a more guarenteed way, simply by biding his time and achieving Heaven in the way Dio did in the shadows. It isn't something he would have done, if not for her.

But now, standing here with Elena, with the weight of the soon to be known prophecy and his feelings toward her, Samael knew the truth: Love made a fool out of them all.

He exhaled slowly, the corners of his mouth twitching as if to smile, though the expression never fully formed. "You're not wrong," he finally admitted, his voice soft but heavy with the weight of his admission.

"But it's not as simple as that." He looked down at their hands, still resting together on the console between them, and his fingers curled slightly around hers as if grounding himself in the moment.

"I'd never have put myself in this position for anyone else, but..." His voice faltered for just a moment, betraying a vulnerability he wasn't used to showing. "For you, Elena... I will do whatever it takes. Even if it makes a fool of me."

His words hung between them, both an apology and a promise. He wasn't just talking about the danger that awaited them; he was talking about the risk he was taking, emotionally, by allowing himself to care for her, to care so deeply.

He knew some would call him basically revolving his entire future around her, unhealthy, obsessive even, but he couldn't careless about the words of the world, so long as she remained with him, at his side, his and his alone.

Elena's expression softened, and she reached up to touch his arm, her fingers trembling ever so slightly against his skin. The small gesture was enough to send a ripple of warmth through Samael's chest, an echoing of the love he felt towards her, something he knew for certain she felt as well towards him.

They soon enough stepped out of the car, the cool night air hitting their skin as they walked to the front door. 

Samael had already given his coat to Elena, to cover her, as she was completely drenched because of the rain.

As he opened the door, the familiar scent of incense and dark wood filled his nostrils. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting long shadows on the walls. 

"Make yourself comfortable," Samael told her softly.

Her eyes scanned the space, landing first on a fireplace crackling with life, then on a table strewn with books and scrolls, and finally, on a figure lounging casually in an armchair -- a figure Samael hadn't expected to see.

Damon Salvatore.

"Well, well, if it isn't little Miss Doppel-danger," Damon drawled, his signature smirk firmly in place. "And her knight in shining... well, flannel, I suppose."

"Damon, what the hell are you doing here?" Samael questioned with a growl. Normally the vampire would be unable to enter the house without an invitation, but that is if the house has a true owner and not a place owned by the public.

Samael because of his future plans to draw the Originals immediately towards him, without any need for threats or the like to draw him out, hadn't let the old mansion -- even after renovation -- be put under his name, legally.

Damon tilted his glass of bourbon toward her in a mock toast. "What, no 'nice to see you'? No, 'thank you for keeping papa Mikael fed, Damon, so that I don't have to dirty my little conscience.' I'm hurt."

"Watch your tone, you wouldn't want me to have to rip out your tongue and have to feed it to you, would you?" Samael threatened, his voice firm, yet soft, having regained its natural calmness and surety. Knowing that the best way to deal with the elder Salvatore is to not let him rile him up.

Elena felt a chill run down her spine at Samael's words, a sharp, icy tingle that settled deep in her chest. She knew Samael -- knew him better than anyone -- and he never said anything without intent to follow through. He was always precise with his words, and that was one of the things she loved the most about him.

He was straightforward, honest, and never hid his true intentions. There was never any question with him, and that made her feel safe, in a way. But now, hearing him speak in such a way… it frightened her, more than she cared to admit.

'He's serious,' Elena thought, her mind racing. 'I know he wouldn't threaten this guy if he didn't mean it. Sam doesn't make empty threats.'

Her heart thudded in her chest, but as she watched Samael stand firm, his presence unwavering, she knew one thing for certain: 'This is the world we live in now. A world where strength matters more than words. Where power speaks louder than anything else.' The rules were different here, in this place where vampires and immortals walked among humans, where personal might trumped the laws of society.

Elena had to adapt. There was no choice. She couldn't afford to shy away from the harsh realities of this life. She was already too deep into it. And Samael -- he was her protector who threw himself right into the thick of it.

'I've come here because it's time to stop running from this world,' she thought to herself, her gaze softening as it returned to Samael. 'If I'm going to survive it, I need to understand it. And I need to trust him. No matter how dark things get.'

Stefan always the hero who comes to the rescue of his elder brother emerged from a side room, his expression calm but wary. "Damon," he said with a pointed look, "we talked about this. You're a guest here. Try to act like one."

Damon shrugged. "I'm just trying to lighten the mood. You should thank me -- this place feels like a funeral parlor." He tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, but one with good eyes life Stefan and Samael could easily see the stiffness in his shoulders from the threat, most definitely understanding that the Stand User could easily follow up the threat with action.

Samael wanting to add to that fear, took a step forward, his presence instantly dominating the room. "If you have nothing constructive to add, Damon, I suggest you leave. Now."

"Okay, okay." Damon raised his hands in mock surrender, the smirk having left his face. "I'll behave. Scout's honor."

"Elena, you go upstairs, there should be a cabinet with spare clothes, I bought for you incase you ever needed it. It should be in the room whose door is at the end of it floor, to the left." Samael stated, beckoning her to leave, which she did, though not without a lingering look at her boyfriend.

Soon enough, after a couple of minutes of silence, Damon pouring himself another glass of Bourbon, Stefan standing there silently, keeping an eye on his brother, a creak was heard from the front door.

As it swung open, Mikael strode in, his presence filling the room like a storm rolling in. His face was unreadable, as always, his eyes cold as steel, but his gaze flicked over to Samael with a silent acknowledgement of his presence.

"You've finally arrived," Mikael began, as he went to stand closer to the hearth. "With company as well it seems," The Original stated as Elena began to come down the stairs, stiffening for a moment as the eyes of the newcomer fell on her newly dressed form.

"H- Hi, I'm Elena Gilbert, Samael's girlfriend." Elena introduced herself towards the Original as she arrived and stood next to Samael, feeling a need to be respectful well up within her from Mikael's mere presence.

"I know, I have already heard much about you from Samael, Miss Gilbert," Mikael stated, his tone cold.

"I believe the time for introductions is over," Samael began, his voice smooth but laced with a hint of impatience. "Although, we have unwelcome company," he said, glaring at Damon, who responded with a playful raise of his glass of Bourbon and that infuriating, signature smirk of his.

Damon's eyes twinkled with mockery as he took a slow sip, not at all bothered by Samael's frustration. "Hey, I'm just here for the party," he quipped, his grin widening at the obvious tension in the air. "Besides, who doesn't love a good prophecy, huh?"

Samael ignored Damon, his tone hardening as he turned back to Mikael. "I think it's best we get on with it. You know... what this prophecy truly entails," he said, his words calm but deliberate, as if making sure no one would question his command.

Mikael met Samael's gaze, their stares locking like two predators sizing each other up. The silence between them hung heavy for a moment before Mikael spoke, his voice low and deliberate.

"Very well," he said, before looking over at the fire. The flames flickered, casting long shadows over his features. "But before that, tell me," he paused, his voice even colder than before, "What do you all know about this prophecy?"

Damon, of course, couldn't resist the opportunity to stir the pot. He leaned back in his chair with a smirk, raising his glass in mock salute to the air. "Not much, I'm afraid," he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Stefan here thought it'd be a good idea to keep me out of the loop. Nice to know where your loyalties lie, bro." He shot a pointed look at Stefan, who stood by the door, arms crossed, already looking like he was regretting the entire situation.

Samael's eyes flicked over to Stefan briefly, his expression unreadable, but with how Stefan knew him, it was telling enough that he wanted to strangle the younger Salvatore for bringing Damon along.

The Stand User turned back to Mikael, his patience thin as he stated, "All we know is that it apparently centers around myself and Elena. That I am some promised messiah for the world who will rid it from, The Great Evil, Klaus Mikaelson."

Mikael for a moment twitched at the last name, wanting to deny any claim Klaus had at being his son, but held it in, knowing now was not the time.

"Then you know practically nothing." Mikael stated with a click of his tongue, annoyance and cold anger laced within his voice.

Mikael for a moment stood before them, silent, the room still heavy with tension, and the flames in the hearth crackling like the flickering remnants of some ancient, smoldering fire. His eyes darkened, a quiet gravity settling into his gaze as he spoke the prophecy aloud. Every word hung in the air, resonating with the weight of centuries.

He took a slow, deliberate breath before starting, as though he had recited these words to himself countless times over the ages, and now it was time to share them.

"When the shadow of the Dark God stretches across the land, bending all to its will," he began, his voice carrying a chilling certainty, "a warrior of Light shall rise. Driven by a love that burns brighter than the stars, he will defy the darkness, for the girl who holds his heart is the key the shadow seeks to bind and control."

Mikael glanced at Elena briefly, his gaze cold but sharp, as if measuring the weight of the words. Then, he looked back at Samael, his expression unwavering.

"The Dark God covets her lifeblood, for it holds the power to forge unholy legions and chain the world to his dominion. Yet, her heart belongs to the warrior, and her love is the anchor that keeps him from falling into despair."

The room felt colder, the fire's warmth now seemingly distant, as if the prophecy itself had summoned a chill from the depths of time. Damon couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "That's quite the poetic take on things," he muttered, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Ignoring Damon's comment, Mikael continued, the finality of the prophecy lacing his words. "In the final hour, when night and day collide, the heavens shall break, and the warrior will ascend beyond mortal bounds.

Through the Rite of Heaven's Truth, the chains of the world will be undone, and he shall wield the power to rewrite the tapestry of existence itself."

Samael felt a tightness in his chest. This was no ordinary prophecy. The weight of it was crushing, and he could feel the pull of the fate it described tightening around him like a noose.

Whoever knows this prophecy, apparently also knows the true potential of his gifts, something that he very much wished to keep a secret, for it means he will absolutely not be underestimated.

Mikael's eyes flashed darkly as he pressed on. "But the Light is not without peril, and its wielder walks a narrow path. The Dark God's fall may come at great cost, for the act of unmaking could shatter what the Light seeks to protect."

Samael's gaze hardened, his fingers tightening into fists. He did not understand what that could possibly mean. Did it mean he may still lose Elena even if he killed Klaus?

If so, he needs to prepare contingencies incase such a situation arises, for he absolutely refuses all his efforts to be for naught. Elena is who he is doing all this for, and if he loses her, he truly doesn't know what he will do in his rage and despair.

"Klaus," Mikael continued, his gaze now firmly on Samael, "may say to others he seeks to destroy you, but his desire in actuality is to corrupt you. He wishes to bend your will to his own, Samael. He wants you, not as an adversary, but as an ally.

He believes that your strength -- your ability to ascend -- is a tool he can wield to go against nature itself, for as the prophecy states, you will have a power that can rewrite reality itself, however you wish.

Klaus therefore wants to seduce you, to gain your allegaince. But there is another side to this as well. The Abomination knows he needs her blood to do break his curse, which is a desire he could never let go of, for it not only releases his Hybrid nature into the open, but as well, for a moment would allow Klaus to excerise his entire might as an Original in these lands. 

He'll be able to attack the very heart of the laws that chain him, myself and my children from excersing our true strength on this planet."

Now that was bad news. Very bad news. It meant that if he did not achieve Heaven and prevent Klaus from breaking the curse, there may not be the possibility of achieving it left afterwards, for he will be, truly and utterly dead.

Mikael's voice lowered, a shadow of warning creeping into it. "The fall of Klaus will not be easy, Samael. If you follow this prophecy, it may demand everything from you. And in the end, you may not be the man you were.

The Rite of Heaven's Truth -- the ascension -- will change you. It will elevate you, but it will also make you something other than human. You will become a force of Light, an Angel of Radiance... but one whose power could blind the very world you seek to protect."

Samael's throat tightened. An Angel of Radiance. Well, that was ironic, since his middle name, Hêlel means the Shining One. Who knows, maybe it was also fate for him to have his name be the way it is, something that made his skin begin to crawl, and make him question what of his life isn't because of this apparent fate.

"You will walk a narrow path," Mikael said, his eyes now fixed on Samael with an intensity that felt almost predatory. "You will ascend, but none of us truly know what this ascension means. So, if the time comes, you must decide what that ascension will mean for you.

Will you wield your power as a savior or a destroyer? Will you become a beacon of hope or the very thing that destroys the world you wish to protect?"

Samael swallowed, his thoughts a storm of conflicting emotions. The prophecy was unfortunate news. It laid into the open the end of his plans for all to see. Forced him to be put in the spotlight, rather than be able to act in the shadows. He knew that moping about it wasn't going to change anything. He couldn't take much from it, but one thing he knew for certain, the world was about to change, and him and Elena will be at the very center of it all.

Mikael turned his gaze to Elena, his expression softer but no less calculating. "You," he said, his voice lowering, "are the key to it all, Elena. Samael must decide what he is willing to sacrifice to protect you, and to protect the world. Because his ascension, the very nature of how his power will be used, appears to be, tied to you."

Elena's stomach twisted at the weight of Mikael's words. The fate of the world, all of it apparently depended on her to not leave the man she loved, lost. If she died, either Klaus will be the one to change the world into a dystopia where he ruled everything, or Samael would become something unrecognizable to her.

Mikael seeing their serious expressions, Elena's now paler than ever, releases a chuckle, drawing everyone attention to him. "You all should not fear for as I said, to you before, Samael.

It is me that will be the one who will kill, Klaus. This prophecy, I tell you now, not because I intend to allow it to become reality, but simply as a warning to you all, so that you know the fate created by your love, Samael, will work to make you, make it reality.

But, do be warned, I, when I commanded my wife to dabble in the dark magics of Satan, never intended to create monsters who prey on the innocent, so know this, if you truly do fight Klaus before me, do be careful to not fall into this supposed evil, this prophecy states is possible for you to become.

For, I'll be waiting, if such a thing happens, to see who's left standing. And erase the Abomination from the face of Creation."

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(Author note: Good Lord, it took me a while to write this! I know this is quite the info dump, and will drop repeats of bits of it, in future chapters, for those who forget it or did not understand it, so that more context helps.

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