An: I've no idea who I want to pair him with. Honestly. If you have any ideas let me know. Maybe Freya? I think that'd be the easiest.
Anyway, enjoy the chapter.
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Aaron
I'd spent months on the beach in north Florida. My life could be boiled down to drinking blood of compelled people who were none the wiser. There weren't many vampires around here unfortunately, but it made sense the more I thought about it. Daylight rings were a rarity outside of New Orleans and a few other individuals.
Therefore, many vampires would loath the sun Florida provides. I just thanked the fact I was a hybrid and as such didn't need to rely on a witch for the ability to bask in the sunlight.
When I wasn't drinking blood I was in my wolf form. A week or two would go by in a flash and I'd realize I needed to return to my normal form for a while. Normally I'd make friends, but friends means questions and I'd rather not compel people. Better to just stay in my secluded beach house until I'm ready to go to NOLA.
I also realized there were no wolf packs close to me. That was a good thing, as any of them could spread a legend about me that would be terrible. If that got around to the mikaelsons who knows what the fallout could be.
I like knowing what's going to happen, so why would I try to change a huge part of the story so early in the timeline? One that would have unknown ripples a century down the line? No. That's foolish. The best thing to do is bide my time and change things when they matter.
Sure, I could probably waltz into New Orleans and take it over myself. If I remember correctly, after the burning of the city is when Marcel took over turning people left and right to build his army. I could kill many of them, and if I'm correct about what exactly I am then none of them could kill me.
But that would change too much, lock me into being enemies with Marcel and the witches at least. The werewolf's of New Orleans at this time are the strong, not the exiles that need Hayley and the Mikaelsons to gain a foothold in the city. The witches are strong as well, with their ancestral magic not cut off by Davina or the vampire army slowly bleeding them dry.
All these factors mean I would be dumb to roll into New Orleans alone. Almost as dumb as walking up to any of the Mikaelsons for a chat. Hope changes them in ways many people seem to brush off. But it was incredible how Elijah went from ready to murder his brother to being his truest confidant. And who can forget the Marcel Rebekah forbidden romance?
I also need to learn how to fight. I'm not some warrior. I've never had to be. I can defend myself against normal people like the newly turned vampires, but one with centuries of experience fighting could prove troublesome.
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I'm currently stalking through the woods in my wolf form, another of my 'retreats,' as I've begun calling them. I think this is week 2 of my current adventure. I don't always stay in Florida. I venture out. Tonight was an example.
I think I'm in Georgia or if not pretty close to it. Just as I'm about to begin a run northwest I smell two distinct scents on the wind. One any werewolf would be able to recognize, a vampire. 2 of them.
They're moving with purpose through the Forrest. Tracking something. It hits me like a train. 'They're tracking me.' Without a second thought I begin my attack. I may not know how to fight as a man, but as a wolf it's pretty simple.
Bite, scratch, or run to create distance. Simple. I follow those rules in that order. I blur off a bit east of their current trajectory to come from their flank. My burning eyes lock onto the two running through the Forrest in the direction I'd made a den.
'I need to find out who sent them,' my mind runs through possible explanations when I remember the one vampire I'd let live that first night. 'That was foolish,' I berate myself but shake it off as I intend to find out who exactly I'm dealing with.
In a blur of motion I doubt either could follow, I leap for the one in the back.
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Vampire POV
We'd been tracking this thing for months since we left Chicago. Beginning from the first sighting at the coven grounds given to us by Mikael. We'd finally had some luck and found a trail of bodies across the United States that led right to Florida. All vampires.
This confirmed our suspicions that the killer was our target. After a desperate search in southern Florida we found a new body on the border of the sunshine state and Georgia.
Tonight we found him. His paw print was massive. I look over to Angelo and he looks ready to go. We've both got wolfsbane laced bullets, and stakes covered in the stuff as well.
As we begin moving through the Forrest things are quiet. So quiet. We both know what's this means, an apex predator is around. Before either of us can react, I hear a snarl and a ripping sound behind me.
I turn around to see the massive beast, Snow White fur and red eyes with Angelo's head in his mouth. With a quick flex of his jaws the wolf bit Angelo's head in half, licking his lips clean of the blood.
I pulled out my pistol and shot, I emptied my pistol and heard a yelp. Feeling emboldened I raced off following the blood only to feel like I'd run into a brick wall.
After falling to my back I look up to see a man. He had no clothes on, but what caught my attention was his face. A mouth of sharp teeth, veins so similar to my own all over his face leading up toward his eyes. Those burning red eyes with the black sclera.
In less than a second the man had me by my throat. "Who sent you?" He asks looking into my eyes. I fight it, but he yells this time. More like a roar.
"Who sent you?" Then I feel the impossible happen. I feel the same thing I felt when Mikael compelled me.
I spoke the truth, the whole truth. I see the man's eyes widen then narrow dangerously. "You've been incredibly helpful, goodbye." And I knew no more.
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Aaron
Dropping the body and heart of the second vampire in begin to curse under my breath. The damn original hunter knows about me. Great. Maybe it's time to disappear even further afield? If my memory is right, he won't be entombed by Abby Bennett until the 1990's. There's more than enough time between then and now for him to cause me issues.
I sigh. This is exactly what I didn't want to happen yet. An unknown threat who appears is far more deadly than a known one who's been documented but disappeared.
I knew though that whining won't get me anywhere. With a blur I was out of the area and onto my next destination, if I couldn't enjoy the beach I'd go the complete opposite direction. North.
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Days later
I finally see the Canadian boarder. I'd heard nothing about Mikael. But that was to be expected. It was probably 1920 by now, meaning I had at least 2 more years of running time before he ultimately fails at killing his children and decides to turn his attention to the big bad wolf.
I'd get so far away from him he'd give up. Nobody but his children is worth that effort. But that brings up another question, am I sired? The thought rings through my mind like a siren.
Both Kol and Finn died, killing their sireline as well. If I'm connected to either of those two...
I shake my head. No use in worrying about something I can't change yet. I take back off through the Canadian wilderness drenched in a deep fog and rain.
After a few more hours
A little while later I decided it was best to look for somewhere to stay. While I didn't need sleep, the action was a bit of a ritual of mine to keep myself sane. However, being truly asleep never came. It couldn't. The instincts running through this body could never be that vulnerable.
I gazed up at the stars while the sounds of the undisturbed Forrest rang out through the chilly night air. It was a beautiful web of nature. Each and everything holding a place, holding value, all in synchronicity.
I let the beautiful lullaby of the woods take me under, an apex predator trying to enjoy something akin to peace.
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An: there it is guys. Maybe one tomorrow but who knows. Hope you enjoy. See ya.