A/N: Apologies for the delay, somethings happened and I couldn't post today's chapter earlier.
[Blood Diary Entry]
Now I had to decide whether to tell her the truth, about myself and how she ended up pregnant with me, or to just stay quiet…
I really wanted to just forget about all of this; it was already enough for me to be a vampire the like this world has never seen. But something also warned me that this was not the right choice.
I decided to seek where this warning came from, by tracing its 'roots', I could understand it came from my instincts and a bit from those memories. And when I made the connection, I had a thought that didn't seem to be entirely mine.
'Untruthfulness breeds resentment.'
I paused for a little while.
I saw truth in these words—pun not intended. But I wished for more, so I sought the memories in my head. The ones from the vampire weren't of much help, as it seems the guy was kind of a loner, only receiving visitors every few millennia. As for the ones given to me by my human previous self, they indeed helped. Dozens of shows or other content with a penchant for drama had this niche of making characters fight because of secrets kept, even if such secrets had good reasons for it.
I sigh out loud, and my mother looks at me with a puzzled face.
"What's wrong, Darian?" She asks with a worried edge to her tone.
"Mom…" I start, but fail midway; the words are harder to come out than I thought. "I remembered where I come from." Mother's eyebrow rose in confusion. "This shouldn't be my first life, if I'm understanding the 'memories'," I made the sign of quotation marks in the air, "I was a kind of different species of vampire. I was thrown into this world by some sort of spatial anomaly-"
"What do you mean, different species of vampire?" Mother almost shot to her feet in bewilderment.
"That is so not the focus right now, Mom…" Mother looked at me, her eyes narrowing in dissatisfaction. "Anyways, I guess this world's rules didn't take kindly to my, or rather his arrival, and he kinda used you as a means to be reborn in this world and deal with the world rejecting him."
"Huh?!" Mother tilted her head sideways. "What do you mean used me as a means to be reborn?"
I looked at her hesitantly before I resigned myself. "I can help you remember when the two of you talked; it would be faster and frankly less embarrassing."
She studied me for a few seconds.
"You're worried I'll stop treating you as my son, aren't you?" She hadn't even finished her words before she punched me on the top of my head. "Didn't you learn anything from the last few minutes? Aren't you supposed to be all mature, especially now with previous lives stuffed inside your head?"
I scratched the back of my head, a bit embarrassed by her comment.
"I wasn't a really sociable person in either of the two, I guess you could say 'incarnations'."
"I see… So out with it, mister."
"Aye."
Instinctively, I knew what I had to do to reawaken her memories. I pressed my thumb on one of my sharp teeth, and when I felt blood dripping from it, I pressed a bloody fingerprint on my mother's head. Her eyes grew dazed and unfocused for a bit.
Before long, she regained clarity and muttered under her breath, but with my new senses, I managed to hear what she said perfectly.
"So, this is what he meant, huh?"
I had a faint idea what she was talking about, but decided not to focus on it too much.
A pulse of predatory satisfaction rolled through me—an instinct pleased to have chosen the honest path.
"Sooo… what do you think?" Mother looked at me in annoyance.
"Both you and I know what I think, you little imp." She giggled a bit. "You, or rather him, already clarified that you are essentially a 'new' being. And even if you weren't, I carried you for nine painful months, there is no way I'm letting you get out of this that easily."
Her words brought a smile to my face, and after we stared at each other for a bit, we burst out laughing together.
"So, what is the difference between you and the rest of the vampires in this world?" Mother asked me curiously.
After pondering the question for a while and checking my memories for a clearer answer, I managed to respond. "The difference is basically night and day. The rest and I couldn't be further apart, it's not even funny to think about it."
"But didn't you get seriously injured yesterday?" I raised my eyebrows curiously, as I knew she wasn't in any state to watch or remember much from yesterday. Noticing my gaze, she smirked and just pointed at my bloodied clothes. "Your clothes are a dead giveaway, and even if I can see the wounds basically vanished, there is some dry blood and ripped clothing where you got wounded. So, tell me, mister 'couldn't be further apart', how is it that you got your ass handed to you? You were also passed out right in front of our door." I noticed that my mother became somewhat more unrestrained and much freer with me after she got her memories back.
"It's because I am a dumbass," I answered honestly, and she just burst out laughing. "I unlocked my powers recently; I am not fully grown—and to top it off—I was pretty dizzy with the massive influx of memories that were just stuffed inside my head." There was also the fact that I kindly went feral after she got wounded, but I wisely decided not to speak of it.
"I see…" She nodded her head, satisfied with the explanation. "So, what can you do, and what is this 'night and day' difference you spoke of?" She managed to ask what made her curious and tease me in the same sentence.
I shook my head in amusement. "Essentially, my species, the Higher Vampires, are the apex of bloodsucker society. We are stronger than any other variant I know of, but we also have a wide range of useful abilities. There is also the fact that as we age, we grow stronger, seemingly without any visible limits, as far as I can tell. Also, Higher Vampires can only be truly killed by another Higher Vampire."
Mother's eyes widened. "But aren't you the only one of your kind in this world?"
"As far as I can tell…" I paused, searching for something, but when I didn't find it, I looked back at Mom. "Yes, yes, I am the only one present in this world."
"But doesn't' that make you-"
"Unkillable?" I interrupted her, and she nodded at what I said. "Yes. And virtually unstoppable since the materials that are somewhat effective on my species seem to be missing as well."
"Materials?" She asked curiously.
"Dimeritium." She frowned at the unknown word. "It is a kind of material that can suppress or nullify certain types of energies, such as the ones that course through my body."
"Can that be used to kill you?" Her motherly worry shone again.
"Haha. No, Mom, it cannot kill me, but if you mix it with some other stuff, enchant it properly, and douse it in some alchemical concoctions, it can wound me. Or if you build a cage with the same specifications, I would have a hard time getting out of it."
"What about an atomic bomb?"
"At my current state, I would be instantly vaporized and would take years if not decades to actually heal from such a state of seeming non-existence."
"And if you gain your powers back?"
"If I took the blast head-on, without trying to protect or counter the explosion, I would take some damage but would heal quickly enough after expelling the radiation."
Mother drew in a sharp breath.
"That is… absurd to think about."
"My species are hard to deal with."
She laughed at my understatement. "What about blood? Do you need it to survive? Do you burn in the sun? Can you enter homes uninvited? What about garlic? What would happen if someone drove a wood stake through your heart?"
I chuckled at her torrent of questions but decided to indulge her curiosity. "I can drink blood, and I will find it tasty, but I do not need it to survive; I can eat normal food like everyone else. I find the sun and its warmth quite soothing. I can indeed enter homes uninvited. I love the taste of garlic, but it gives me bad breath. And it would hurt to have a stake pierce my heart, but it would be nothing more than an inconvenience."
She nodded, satisfied with all my answers.
She got to her feet and smiled towards me. "Now help me pack things up, mister. We are leaving this town by nightfall."
I mockingly saluted. "Aye aye ma'am!" She giggled at my antics.
Then we got into packing our stuff. Toothbrushes, clothes, the works. As I wasn't a child who enjoyed toys—and even if I was, I wouldn't really want to bring them—I had little difficulty packing my stuff, so I finished my work much sooner than Mom did.
Then there was a knock on our door. Mother got a bit tense, but I just nodded reassuringly to her, indicating that she shouldn't worry much.
If there were multiple people, I would have worried, as I would have had a difficult time keeping Mom safe from multiple attackers as I am now, but I could only sense a single presence.
Then mom shouted to keep up appearances, though it wasn't really needed. "Darian! Can you get the door for me? I'm busy packing up."
I just smiled and shook my head. I got up and went to open the door.
When I did, I was greeted by one special sight.
'Oh boy!'
Blonde hair, bright blue eyes, red puffy lips, and a face so enchanting she could put any model to shame. Dressed in a casual but still charming outfit—black Converse sneakers, blue jeans, a white tank top, and a black jacket over it.
Rebekah Mikaelson.
One of my favorite characters of the show.
While my predecessor didn't really like her—filthy heretic—and was too busy fawning over Elena, she was the one who really caught my attention.
She did have a somewhat spoiled princess persona, but there was so much more to her. Someone who was loyal to a fault and would burn down the world for those she held dear. Besides, I always had the impression she would be fun to be around. Lastly, she is a proud owner of what I call the Mikaelson charm, dangerous and sharp, but utterly entrancing.
Unconsciously, I let those thoughts show on my face, and she seemed to catch them.
'Oh no…' I started worrying a bit, though this time I didn't show it. 'She's going to think I'm a weirdo.'
Unaware of my thoughts, the blonde vampire just smiled warmly and introduced herself.
"Hello there! My name is Rebekah Mikaelson. Sorry for the unannounced visit." She extends her hand for a handshake.
By now, I heard my mother coming out of her room. Her heart rate shot up furiously when she heard Rebekah introduce herself. I just smile and extend my hand.
"Hi, Ms. Rebekah. My name is Darian Salvatore, pleasure to meet you!"
Then I saw her expression harden and her eyes widen in shock. Outwardly, I was still smiling innocently, but inwardly, I was cackling in mischievousness.