Chapter One:In With The Old, Out With The New…
Max Hewitt had a problem…
He was dying. He has been dying for a while now. Years to be exact. Cancer is a bitch.
He's been hospitalized for 2 ½ years, ever since he had gotten sick at 17 years old. But it has been an ongoing battle for a while now, for his health, even before he was diagnosed with cancer, was never quite optimal.
As a kid, he had asthma, so he could hardly ever play outside. This led to a lack of friends, which highlighted his antisocial personality disorder even further as he aged.
The therapists and doctors labelled him as a "semi-sociopath," a gateway term to describe someone as loosely fitting on ASPD spectrum, with minimum underlying traits but fitting nonetheless.
Max had a tendency to disapprove of people's behaviors. Even his barely there parents, if that. Between the neglect and high-abandonment, he's learned early in life that people are naturally disappointing and to just have low expectations.
when dealing with them. The outlook on life of his only fed his apathy and it did not help that his parents never visited him in the hospital room, nor showed him any interest as a son.
Thankfully, his parents were decently off, even with the hospital bills. They weren't exactly wealthy, but financial capable enough to casually carry the bills that was Max's existence.
Max spent his free time watching fantasy shows, movies and even anime. His all time favorite series was The Vampire Diaries. He thought that that entire universe was masterfully done, though the fanfic reader within Max was always mad at how wrong Julie Pleck did Bonnie on numerous occasions, and Max himself found Elena immensely annoying. Jeremy, though, he was adorable and, in later seasons, kinda badass(though his phase with cheating on Bonnie, he mentally whites ou). He found Kai Parker to be fixable(delusions, he knows, but as a fellow sociopath, he can relate. Plus, that man is quite good looking.) and Kol Mikaelson… Just. Damn. That man could get Max to do anything.
Getting back to the events, Max was dying. The systems beside his bed were blaring an alarm. His heart cancer was striking, deadlier than ever. His breath was caught and, deep down, he knew this one was going to be the killer.
Legacies was still playing on the tv before his bed — The final episodes felt rushed, but considering he was dying, Max paid his opinion hardly any attention.
As doctors and nurses rushed into his room, at the ringing of the blaring alarms and system updates. For once, Max even spotted his parents out in the hall, but they didn't even have THE umph to even look sad about my passing.
If anything, Max could swear he saw relief in his father's eyes, as if happy that he doesn't have to cover hospital bills anymore. He definitely saw glee in his mother's gaze.
'What a bitch of a family,' were Max's final thoughts, as he saw only black…
Counter to popular beliefs, or better yet, Max's own experience, there was no afterlife. Just the Void and a consciousness that floats within it for what felt like an eternity.
At least that's how it felt to Max. An eternity. There was no quantifiable way to measure time in the Void.
Eventually, something did find me. Something that carried eons in its glowing white eyes like entire universes, and carried a presence as vast as it's shifting, almost formless figure of smoke as grey as the universe of whiteness that made up its eyes.
"A… god?" Max thought.
"Not quite, young soul," the R.O.B. said. "Gods are like bugs to me. I am older, and far more powerful."
Max said nothing. Only stared.
"I am certain you know the process, no?" the mysterious R.O.B. said. "Three wishes, five perks — the world of reincarnation is already decided. The TVD universe. Also, I will not be granting overly overpowered wishes. God-level wishes are not an option. You may choose when you are ready. Perks are also randomly assigned post-wish making."
Max thought for a second. He considered his options. Then he answered.
"My first wish is to have a powerful Bennett–Westphall warlock bloodline with unrivaled potential for magic might, even allowing me to retain my magic/witch side, should I get a vampire bite."
"Granted. You will be the cousin to Bonnie Bennett and Kaleb Westphall," the being intoned. "Next wish?"
"I want a Labonair werewolf bloodline lineage, but with a twist," Max said, garnering the R.O.B's curiosity. "Instead of strictly being a Labonair werewolf, my wolf would be a different variant of the shifter wolves from Twilight, an alpha one at that. I would retain their physical humanoid enhancements, revert to human form, and can control the shift at will. I'd learn my werewolf venom from the Labonair side while also manifesting my immense life force from my Quileute tribe werewolf. Also, it should come with the ability to turn others into such wolves but lesser, slightly, like betas — if a vampire is bitten, even an original, then they turn into a hybrid of what they were and that new form of wolf."
"Granted. You will be descended from the Labonair lineage through your grandmother's side, on your Westphall mother's side," the R.O.B said. "Next ."
"Biological matter manipulation restricted to organic matter and life force energy."
"Granted," the R.O.B. answered. "Your five perks are as follows:
'9/10 Charm rating.'
'Superior Intuition + Comprehension — abilities that allow near-psychic mastery over mental processing of information, calculating both unpredictable pressure and minor foresight on tactics and insight.'
'Immense life force essence tied to your soul, making you resistant to mind/soul magics against you.'
'A phoenix physique that allows for flight and high-endless resurrections through flames.'
'And a superior affinity to Adaptive Magic, even to magic not of this particular world, allowing you the ability to create new spells on a whim, as long as you know in detail the spell's desired effects.'"
"Do you agree with this?"
"Yes," Max nodded.
"Good," the R.O.B. stated. "You will be reborn 16 years before canon. This may or may not be the last time we meet. I wish you the best. Good luck."
And, with a wave of the hand, everything went white.