The moment I woke up I knew something was wrong.

It wasn't that acute of an observation. If you had just burned up in a fiery ball of death and woken up you would have realized it too. But that wasn't the only thing that was wrong. My eyelids felt heavy, to the point that it was nigh impossible to lift them. I heard faint sounds, like something speaking, but I couldn't understand what they were saying.

Eventually, after a lot of effort, I was able to lift my eyelids. I was greeted with the massive face of a smiling woman. It caught me off guard.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

"It's weak," a large grumpy man said with a scowl.

"He's a baby Mikael, it's a good thing if he screams," a woman, most likely his wife, said with a tired expression as she held the baby covered in her own fluids. She smiled at the child with nothing but love, a stark difference from the face of Mikael. The dim candlelight shrouded his face in darkness as he stared at the newborn with contempt.

"At least this one's male," he grumbled. He looked up at his wife. "How are you feeling Esther?"

"Better than the last time." She rocked the boy back and forth in an attempt to cull his screams. After a few moments, he stopped and seemingly began to sleep.

"He looks so peaceful," Esther looked up at her husband. "What shall we call him? I was thinking of naming him Finn."

"A strong name," Mikael said. He already had a name in mind but his wife looked so infatuated by their son. She grinned before slipping into unconsciousness.

Anything else would honestly have been better. Maybe being born into Game of Thrones as a peasant, at least then I'd die quickly. Dragon Ball would even be preferred or Attack on Titan. But no, whatever higher power had dropped me here had decided to put me in the body of Finn Mikaelson. Well, it isn't really the worst. I am going to become an immensely powerful immortal vampire, if all goes according to canon. It's just the things that come with that that I'm afraid of: an evil murderous father, a psychopathic controlling brother, and all manner of mythological creatures trying to kill me. It's up for debate whether the risk was worth the reward.

I felt myself being moved from the warm arms of Esther, and into the arms of Mikael Mikaelson. I know that's not his name but it's still funny. What's not funny is the dark stare he gives me. I stay completely still in an effort to not piss him off.

Mikael is in my opinion the most threatening villain in the Originals. Like, the Hollow can piss off for all I care. The idea of my father continuously trying to kill me for a thousand scares me to no end.

I seem to not anger him so he places me gently into my mother's lap. He walks away and I release a breath I didn't know I was holding. I would need to figure out a way to prevent him from coming after me, before it's too late.

I realize now why human beings aren't conscious for the first three or so years of their lives. Being a newborn is incredibly boring, to the extent that over the course of my last year of living I have no less than three psychotic breaks. In order to pass the time, I took to trying to learn the language my parents and the people they came in contact with. If I were doing literally anything other than eating, sleeping and excreting it would probably have been much harder.

Over the last year I had the displeasure of meeting my elder sister, Freya. It's not her fault that she's a baby, but it doesn't mean that I can ignore the fact that she is. As I am only a year old my body is not mature enough to talk and since Freya is a normal baby, there is no way to communicate with her. All she does is cry and look stupid.

And the crying. Oh it pisses me off. She is a constant reminder of why I hate babies. She cries when she's hungry, tired or just for attention. In comparison, I only cried once in my last year of living, and that was because Mikael had come back from a hunt looking particularly muredery.

Esther was a great mother, if you ignore the whole promising her first-born child to her crazy sister. She was compassionate, caring and she always knew what Freya was crying about, though that may just be a witch thing. She seemed worried about me though, as I rarely cried, which was seen as unhealthy for a baby. I overheard her telling her woes to the other mothers in the village and she seemed genuinely worried.

One really important thing that happened during my first year of life though was that I discovered how to do magic. Not anything special but if I concentrate really hard I'm able to make a stationary object wobble, and then I sleep for a day afterwards. It may not be much, but I need to keep practicing in order to put my plans into fruition.

I know my sister being sent to live with my evil witch aunt should be sad, but I honestly couldn't have cared less. The original Finn and Freya were apparently close but after spending two years with her being a dumb baby, I couldn't see her as anything else. The fact that I was reincarnated has heavily affected my social life. None of the other kids in town want to play with me because they think all my talk about 'math' and 'hygiene' is boring and I don't have any issue with that. Four year olds are exceptionally dumb and trying to teach them my modern worldviews was pointless so I stayed away from them. I was too busy practicing my magic anyways.

Years of constant practice paid off so by the time I turned four I was capable of floating objects around and summoning a small fire. I didn't make fire much though, as everything was made out of wood and I was nowhere near experienced enough to control it.

My antisocial tendencies and time spent alone in private didn't bode well with Mikael. He didn't like me and I didn't like him. He did scare me though. Whenever he got angry and beat me I was reminded how brutal the current world is and how much more dangerous it would become.

"Finn!"

"Yes mother?" I ran in the direction of her voice. I found her outside the house next to Ayana, holding Niklaus. Elijah was playing in the mud and looked surprisingly filthy, which is hilarious considering how mad he got in the show when his suit was dirtied.

"You're going to have to watch your brother again," she said.

"Father still hasn't returned?"

"No, and I'm beginning to get worried."

"Well I don't mind watching Elijah," Esther smiled and walked off with Niklaus. Once she was out of sight I turned to face the young Elijah.

"Elijah, come here." He snapped his head in my direction and scrambled out of the puddle he was seated in.

"Yes brother!" he announced, mud dripping down from him. I sighed looking him over.

"What did I tell you about mud?"

"Uuuuhh… it's bad?" he mumbled with a stupid expression.

"I told you not to play in it because there are creatures in the mud that are so small that you cant see them and they make you sick," I reminded him.

"The other boys said that that's not true," Elijah responded.

"It doesn't matter what the others say," I stared into his eyes. "I'm your brother so you listen to me. You understand?"

"Yes brother."

I clapped my hands loudly making him jump then with a flick of my wrist I flung the mud off his clothes and body. "Good, now go to the river and wash with soap then we're going to gather materials. There's a new spell I want to try, but I don't have this particular herb."

Elijah scurried off towards the river as I walked inside the house. I headed to my room where I found my basket of herbs and plants that I was planning to use for a ritual. Esther's friend Ayana taught me anything I asked about witchcraft, which I then began compiling into a sort of grimoire. I've especially been working on curses and magical agreements for my plan. I picked up two baskets and walked back outside where a wet Elijah was waddling back from his short bath.

"Did you clean everywhere?"

"Yes." He lied. I didn't have the time to force him to back so I just handed him a basket and we made our way into the woods.

(Later)

"The herb I'm looking for is a dark purple," I told Elijah. "Its leaves are jagged and it grows around the base of trees."

"Okay, I get it," Elijah confirmed.

"Don't go too far away from me and if anything happens, call for me."

"Okay okay," Elijah scurried off into the woods. I sighed before focusing on the task at hand. This spell I was planning was very important to my grand plan. The herb was the last ingredient I need to create a spell that could mask my trail, magical or otherwise. It'd been my goal all these years but the necessary ingredients didn't grow back in Norway but here in what would eventually be called America, the required materials could be found in abundance.

I knelt down at the base of a tree having spotted one of the plants I was searching for. Carefully, I dug around the plant then lifted it out of the ground roots and all. I inspected the leaves before dropping it into the basket I was holding.

"Okay just 7 more and I'm good. I wonder what's happening with Elijah," and as if by magic I heard Elijah call out for me that second.

"Finn!" he screeched in his squeaky pre-pubescent voice. I shot up and swiveled my head around.

"Finn!" He screeched again. This time I located where it was coming from. I dashed in his direction as fast as I could, breaking through low hanging branches and leaping over overgrown roots. I reached Elijah who was on the ground quivering in fear, his eyes locked onto whatever was in front of him. I turned to see a snarling grey wolf inching ever closer towards him. My initial thought was 'Werewolf!' but I scratched that. Werewolves in the show were a lot bigger than this plus it was the middle of the day. That meant that the creature I was staring down was just a wild, feral wolf.

"Elijah," I said calmly. "Move backwards, slowly."

Elijah gave a shaky nod then slowly began to push himself back. I stalked forwards into the wolf's line of sight. Once I was positioned right in front of it, it growled louder. I slowly reached for the dagger positioned at my side. Once my hand grasped the handle, the wolf leapt. I raised my hand and stopped it midair just for a split second allowing me to draw my blade. The sudden halt and return of momentum had slightly befuddled the wolf leading it to pause once it landed. I took advantage of that moment of confusion as it landed to lunge at it with the dagger. The wolf was faster than I anticipated allowing it to maneuver out of the way of my attack. I fell on the ground before hurriedly rolling away as the wolf snapped it's frothing maw at where my head was just moments prior. I climbed onto my feet and quietly whispered to myself.

"Incendia." As the words left my mouth the wolf's tail burst into orange flames. The creature howled and scurried around in attempt to extinguish the fire. This gave me time to make my next move. I whispered onto my dagger then stared directly at the wolf. With practiced ease I flung my weapon and it hit as intended, right in the center of the wolf's head. The animal collapsed as blood spurted from the wounds. I twisted my hand in an attempt to put the fire out but my head started throbbing. Groaning, I walked over to the dead wolf and stomped on its tail, extinguishing the flame. I then proceeded to fall to the floor. I may have been practicing from a young age but my body was still not able to perform spells that characters like Bonnie were casting after a couple months. Just using a fire spell could tire me out and I'd never tried to use telekinesis on an object that large moving that fast.

"Elijah!" I called out in between pants. A few moments after I called, my brother emerged from behind a tree, his little legs still shaking.

"Finn, is it gone?" he asked, his voice quiet and fearful. Sometimes I wonder how this kid becomes the suave vampire in the show.

"Yes, it's gone," I replied softly. I then remembered the reason we came here in the first place. "Did you find any of the plants I was looking for?"

Elijah perked up at that. He scurried from behind the tree holding his basket that was full of dirt-covered purple flora.

"Wow, you're fast."

"You need to move faster."

I crashed onto the ground my sword being flung from my hand. As I moved to get up I felt the metal point of a blade positioned at my neck. I looked up at the scowling face of Mikael. I want to say 'just telling me to move faster isn't going to make me faster' but the last time I tried to be smart he beat me unconscious. Mikael moved his sword away from my neck and stood in the starting position.

"Again," he commanded, leaving no room for protest. Unwillingly I rose to my sore feet and lifted the heavy sword with my burning arms. With no warning, Mikael closed the distance between us and brought his sword down at my head. If it had been earlier I would have brought my sword up to block his attack but my arms were too tired to do something like that. Instead I collapsed to my right then transitioned into a roll. Instead of getting up, as Mikael would have just changed his trajectory towards me, I lunged at his legs. The impact unbalanced him causing him to come crashing down.

I climbed on top of him and held the sword to his neck with one hand and with the other pinned his sword arm down. For what must have been a fraction of a second I thought I saw something resembling a slight smirk on Mikael's face, but it was gone as soon as it came. Instead of the words of acknowledgement one might expect a father to give his son after he bests him, Mikael just rams his fist into my liver, knocking me off of him. As I writhed on the muddy ground in pain I saw Mikael, his usual scow plastered across his aged face, looking down on me.

"Again," he barked at me dropping my sword on my stomach.

"Incendia!" I raised my arms causing the three torches around me to ignite.

"That's incredible!" a little boy said, eyes filled with wonder. I looked at my little brother Niklaus kindly but internally I was wary. No matter how cute or kind this kid seems he will grow up to be one of the worst people to ever curse the earth with their presence. No matter what anyone says Klaus is my least favorite of all the Originals. He was a violent, controlling monster who forced his family members to listen to him by leaving them unconscious for decades. And it doesn't help that I'm in the body of Finn, the one that was left daggered for the longest stretch of time. No matter what I need to avoid that fate which is why I'm sucking up to him now as a child.

"Can I do that?" he asked staring at me. I was about to say 'yes' before I remembered that Klaus was a werewolf and I had no idea how that would affect his magical abilities.

"I don't know," I admitted. "You'd have to ask Ayana. She knows more about this stuff than me."

"Okay!" he bolted off in the direction of our mother's witch friend. After he left I turned around to face the burning torches. With a twist of my hand the flames disappeared leaving me in the darkness of the night. The sound of a baby crying alerted me to the fact that Klaus had most likely woken up Rebekah and the loud clap that resulted from Mikael most likely slapping him. I sighed and slowly made my way back to our home. Esther was cradling the still crying baby Rebekah and Mikael was grumbling in his bed. I ignored them and maneuvered myself to the room I shared with Elijah, Klaus and Kol. Klaus was whimpering to himself, as Mikael didn't like it when we cried, and Elijah was comforting him as always. I reached into my satchel and brought out a small wooden Pegasus. I crouched down next to the sniveling Klaus and made the carving float in the air. He wiped his eyes and nose and looked up at the floating horse. He began to smile as I made it do loop-the-loops in the air. After a few minutes he seemed to be feeling better so I stopped the air show and handed the sculpture to Klaus.

"Keep it," I spoke softly. Klaus accepted with a big smile on his face. We heard footsteps so we all scurried off to our respective positions and shut our eyes. Before sleep took me, I spotted Klaus holding the Pegasus as he drifted off into sleep.

"Kol, please tell me you didn't do what I think you did."

"And what, perhaps, do you think I did dear brother?"

"Piss in the mead," Elijah said in a monotone as he stared at Kol.

"Brother, your accusations offend me. I didn't think you thought so lowly of me!"

"How do you even know what piss tastes like?" I asked Elijah as I poured out my untouched drink. Kol began to snicker uncontrollably as Elijah's expression turned to his usual restrained fury.

"Our dear brother Kol did me the displeasure of tainting one of my flasks with the tastes," he said in a pained voice. Kol erupted in laughter at Elijah's words but the music and chatter of the party drowned the sound out. I looked intently at him for a second.

"He pissed in it," I announced. Kol stopped laughing and looked at me. I just tapped the side of my head. He then turned his sheepish smile to Elijah. Elijah was usually the calmest of all of us but sometimes he was pushed over the edge. He roared and lunged for his younger brother but Kol was quick enough to evade capture and ran off with Elijah hot on his tail.

"Brother!" I heard Klaus yell. I turned to my right and there he was, shirt hanging loosely and face tomato red. It was his first time drinking and he was making it count.

"Klaus, how much of the mead have you drank?" I asked bemused.

"Well I've only had one cup," he responded with a drawl. "But I was able to down a whole barrel in the least time. Look, I won a medal!" He raised a filthy looking piece of string from his neck to show me.

"Klaus you know that…" I stopped myself before I said anything else.

"What?" he asked stumbling as he stood.

"Nothing, have some more mead. It is Yule after all," I handed Klaus Elijah's abandoned drink and with a shrug he downed it all.

(Later)

"What are we doing brother?" Klaus asked struggling to stand up. I looked at the 14 year old; he was drunk off his mind and was barely standing. Which was exactly what I needed.

"Just stay still for a second," I snapped. Taking my dagger I cut open my index finger then did the same to Klaus. As he yelped from the pain I dripped both of our blood into a small wooden bowl before beginning to chant. The air got chilly and the sounds of the party died out as I continued the spell. I finished the incantation and the blood in the bowl began to smoke before evaporating completely.

"What just happened?" Klaus asked eyes lidded.

"Sorry," I said.

"For what?" I slammed into Klaus' face with my fist. He crumpled to the ground unconscious as my face snapped to the side.

"Ow!" I exclaimed. I massaged my cheek in order to relieve the pain. "Alright good, it works. That means it's all coming together."

"You need to think faster."

"Just telling me to think faster isn't going to make me think faster," Kol snapped at me. He jumped up to his feet.

"Strange, this feels familiar," I mumbled. I saw the muscles in Kol's shoulder begin to twitch so I raised my hand knocking him back. He crashed into a tree with an audible thud.

"Stop doing that," he swung his arm at me flinging a large stone that was on the ground. With a few words the rock exploded to dust.

"Then be better," I silently cast a spell, which made the tree branches grab onto Kol. They held him against the tree and with another series of words he began sinking into the tree trunk.

"Hey! Stop! Let me go!" He stopped sinking at the point that only his face and hands weren't buried in the tree trunk.

"Now, stay here and think about what you've done," I mocked. As I walked away Klaus yelled expletives that I hadn't realized had been invented yet.

"It continues to irk me that your lack of appreciation for the finer forms of magic has rubbed off on your brother," a sweet voice said.

"Alas mother, a brother's influence is a dangerous thing," I replied. I looked at Henrik who was accompanying mother. He was looking closer and closer to how he did when he died in the show's flashbacks. That meant that I had a year or two left before everything happens.

"But your brother has so much talent which is being wasted on this brutal combative magic. And you do too," the fact that she mentioned me as an afterthought struck harder than it should have. I realized long ago that my magical ability was far less than average. Kol was a testament to that. He'd only been practicing for 4 years and he was already nearly on my level. This low magical potential is most likely the reason the real Finn never learned how to do magic. I was about to respond when Rebekah came running towards me.

"Finn, are you done with Kol yet?" she asked eagerly.

"Yes, I was just coming to get you," I looked to Esther. "If you would excuse me."

I walked with an excited Rebekah into the woods until we were fairly deep. We arrived at a clearing I had created a while back. Whistling to myself I pushed away a tree trunk and picked up two swords, one for me one for Rebekah. I chucked her the weapon and she caught it without fumbling. I waltzed to the other side of the clearing before lowering into a stance. The instant I did Rebekah charged at me. In on smooth motion I disarmed her and pointed my blade at her neck.

"I told you not to just charge at me," I corrected. "Yes it is important to get close but leaving yourself open is more likely to happen when you're just rushing your opponent trying to startle them. That wouldn't work against a more experienced adversary, such as myself."

Rebekah picked up her sword and moved back to her starting position. The moment she stopped moving I dashed towards her I closed the distance between us and swung my sword at her leg. I heard the unexpected clang of metal striking metal and looked to see that Rebekah had stopped my attack. I looked up at her face and she looked as surprised as I was. I took a quick step back before jabbing forward, this time a lot slower. She deflected my attack then used the momentum to spin and swing the sword towards my neck. I ducked under the blade causing her to continue going with the heavy sword. The loss in balance led to her tripping and she fell to the ground.

"I thought you said I shouldn't charge!" she whined,

"If you're facing a skilled adversary. I can still do it to you," I chuckled. Rebekah looked very pissed which just made me laugh even more.

As my siblings and I began to look more and more like the characters on the show, I started to work on the various things I had planned. The first and easiest to do was create a stake out of white oak. In the event that my plan failed and Mikael still ended up coming after me I needed a way to kill him. The next thing I did was compiling all the spells I knew into a book. The fact that vampires couldn't do magic made me question whether or not to let everything go according to canon. I had come to enjoy practicing magic and the thought of never being able to do it again upset me.

I was able to acquire a map of the known world from a travelling merchant. It was very different from the map of the world that I know of from the modern world; for starters, Oceania was missing. Since I was going to be stuck looking the same for the next thousand years I also had to ensure that my body was in top shape. After a rigorous training regimen I looked like I had been sculpted from marble.

When Klaus came home carrying Henrik's lifeless corpse, I felt sadder than I would have expected. He was a good, nice kid and he definitely didn't deserve to die as horrifically as he had. I watched as Esther and my siblings gathered around him while weeping and Mikael stood, anger and sorrow painting his face. It seems like everything was going to happen as it should.

Later that night I heard Esther and Mikael's conversation with Ayana. It went similarly to how it did in the show, with Ayana refusing to help them and Esther deciding to do it herself. I walked to where my siblings were seated looking glum. Kol was glaring at Klaus with tears on his face.

"You just had to go see them didn't you," he growled. Klaus looked much worse in comparison to the rest of them.

"I-I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice hoarse from the crying. That response doesn't seem to abate Kol. He stood up as if intending to attack Klaus but before I could stop him Elijah grabbed onto his shoulder.

"Kol, I know you are hurting. We all are. But what we do not need right now is infighting. So please," Elijah looked pleadingly at Kol who seemed to calm down.

I gave Elijah a grateful look and he nodded back at me.

A few days later Mikael handed me a glass of wine. I knew what it was, there was blood in it, blood necessary for me to become a vampire. This was the moment of truth. I could not drink this and run away, live out the rest of my days as a witch. Or I could become a vampire and live forever as a monster. After heavy contemplation I looked at the drink.

"Bottoms up," I said then I downed it in one go.

Dying was possibly the worst thing I had ever experienced. And now I had experienced it twice. Waking up from my death induced slumber I looked around. I was lain down next to a still unconscious Kol. I looked down at my shirt. There was a red patch of blood where Mikael had run me through with his sword. Hearing the door open I shifted my attention to Mikael who was holding a girl. He shoved her onto the ground in front of me and looked me in the eyes.

"Drink!" he roared. If this had been a day ago I would be extremely reluctant to drink the blood of an innocent girl. But the tantalizing scent emanating from her was too much for me to handle. Without realizing it I was already holding her, my fangs bared and pointed at her neck. Then without hesitation, I sunk my teeth into her bare neck.

I haven't actually watched either The Originals or The Vampire Diaries. My sister did. I just like the world the characters live in not the characters themselves. I'm using the Wiki for all the information so forgive me if I get anything wrong. Thank you.