E T E R N A L N A P S
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' HE WAS ASLEEP
FOR FAR FOO LONG '

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     THE THING THAT CAME TO WILFRED'S MIND FIRST WAS DARKNESS. It was an unavoidable force he knew he couldn't stop and that's what truly got to him. It had been a repeat of pain and anger for little over a thousand years and he didn't want it to be that way anymore. He wanted to be free of the chains that held him down, and float among the clouds; the peaceful, simple clouds that his mind would never let him see.

Once the dagger sinks into their chests, and the pain of being impaled subsides, you find yourself among a place that holds the happiest memories. Elijah would always find himself back in the village, surrounded by nature and purity. Rebekah would always find herself in that little café they frequented often, where they used to sip on sweetened coffee and reminisce about simpler times, times where they didn't have to fear their older brother. The one who promised to protect them from all the bad things in the world. He would find himself engulfed in darkness, where all he could see was black. Because the void was comfortable. It was a place he could find solace in, away from the affliction that plagued him for millennia.

The place they found themselves among was meant to comfort them in their isolation. A time they spent separated from reality. But upon the extraction of the dagger from their chests, all the thoughts and feelings they experienced were wiped away. They were given a clean slate again and again and again, until they opened their eyes and sought out the thing that kept them from desiccating.

Blood.

So when his nose caught the scent of blood, a thing he'd been deprived of for however long he was napping, ( something he preferred, rather than 'put to rest by their brother whom wielded a little knife dipped in the ash of the tree that could kill them' ) his weakened body jerked up in hunger. His blue gaze scanned the lavish room he was in hurriedly, before they settled on the plastic bag filled with crimson blood sitting on an oak table. He leapt up from the coffin and in a blur of blue and grey, dashed across to the other side of the room.

In a moment his sharpened teeth sunk into the plastic and euphoria erupted across his tongue, he did nothing to keep in the shameless moan that escaped from his chapped lips. The feeling he got from simply inhaling the blood left lying around, felt greater than anything he'd ever experienced before. Better than all the sex, people, memories.

It was always like that, he knew, the power that ran through his newly regenerated veins. And it would always be like that, from the next time the dagger was relinquished from his chest to the last.

When the plastic bag emptied and lied limp in his hands, he let it drop to the floor and settled his striking blue eyes on the other people in the room that seemed to have escaped his notice.

They all stared at him. His beloved siblings and the stranger with ice in his gaze and malice in his smirk. They were all dressed from different time periods: his two brothers, Kol and Finn in clothing from times he remembered, and his sister, other brother, and stranger in clothing foreign to him.

Everything was intense and all the thoughts and emotions that played across his mind came to a stop when he focused on his sister. His beautiful, compassionate sister whom he loved more than anyone. Rebekah was wearing a red dress, with frills and the like, that ended at her mid thigh. It was far too revealing for him and he wished she was wearing a coat two sizes too big for her. A bright smile played at her lips as she looked in his direction and one even brighter appeared on his face, my sweet sister is here.

"My little rose, you're here!" He exclaimed, excited by the knowledge his sister isn't lying semi-dead in a box somewhere. Seeing her made everything better, because she always tried to cheer him up when he was feeling down and it usually worked, a smile constantly adorning his face when around her.

They both ran to the other and ended up meeting in the middle, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist and hers placed delicately on his shoulders. He picked her up and spun around, laughing in joy and relief. Joy in seeing her again and relief in knowing she was still just as excited to see him as he was her. The words "I love you!" came from him more times than he could ever wish to count. And he meant them, he truly meant them.

Finally, their hug came to an end and they laughed together, a melody to the others in the room.

"You're here, you're truly here... and beautiful you still are, sweet sister o' mine." The words were soft as he almost whispered them, more so to himself then her. It was surreal and he would need another moment before he could handle reacquainting himself with anything or anyone else.

"I'm here, little moon, and I'm staying."

He could have never felt more at peace.

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First chapter.
Wanted to get it out there.

status: unedited