The sleeping half(TVD/The Originals/legacies)

"Hey, Mom, I'm leaving today. Bye, I love you.""Okay, i love you to be safe call me when you get there. Ok bye."The phone clicked shut, only to ring again a moment later. Ring... ring... ring..."Dad, i left already. I'll be back on the weekend.""Ok, my Son, did you sleep good last night?""I got some sleep, but I'm pretty tired, not gonna lie," I admitted, rubbing my eyes. "But it's ok. I'm not falling asleep behind the wheel.""Be safe and don't drive fast, ok?""K, talk to you later. I'm getting on the interstate, and I'll call when I get there. Bye. Bye, be safe. Ok."Ethan had not gotten any sleep the night before, and the brutal reality of his exhaustion was rapidly catching up to him. He was deeply, profoundly tired, struggling just to keep his eyes open as the road blurred into a dizzying double vision. Desperate for a jolt of energy, he turned up the volume, blasting his music to force his brain awake.It wasn't working. Realizing he couldn't push through it any longer, Ethan decided to pull over at the nearest gas station, which a highway sign promised was only ten miles away.The lights of the gas station finally flickered into view. Relief washed over him as he began slowing down to turn into the small town.Then, everything went blank.Ethan fell asleep for a mere three seconds. In that brief window of darkness, his car swerved violently to the left, careening directly into the path of an oncoming semi-truck. The catastrophic impact instantly threw the sedan sideways, sending it spinning wildly across the pavement until it smashed into a concrete overpass pillar.The world went completely black as Ethan lost consciousness."Josh, I don't thick he's going to make it. Every bone in his body is basically obliterated. I'm surprised he's still alive."The voices were muffled, echoing as if underwater. I tried to move, but a white-hot wave of agony locked my limbs in place."BE Quiet! He's waking up! Sir? Sir, don't try to move. You've been in a car accident—"Ha. I'm lost right now. Not really, though. I'm pretty sure I'm dead.Why? Well, let's just say you should definitely get some sleep before you go driving for a couple of hours. I stayed up all night and then moved to the city because I had work on Monday—aka tomorrow—at 7:00 AM. At the time, I thought, No problem, I'm going to have all night to sleep. So I got ready and went on my way. But I guess sleep was faster, because it caught up with me just ten minutes from my destination.Next thing I know, I'm in an ambulance. Or, at least, that's what I think. It was all blurry at that point, and it got blurrier by the second until all I could see was a dark void.That void is all I have been able to see so far. I don't know how long it's been. Maybe days, weeks, years? But the bright side is that I've had a lot of time to think. A little too much time, honestly. So much time that I'm just talking to myself. I only know one thing for sure: I'm dead, or I'm in a coma. I'm not entirely sure which option is better. Still, I hope I can wake up soon because this is literally driving me crazy. Lately, I've been hearing voices. Hell, sometimes I even feel like someone is actively trying to kill me. How I can feel that, I don't know. For all I know, my doctor is sitting by my bedside wishing for my death. That's why I don't know if I am dead, or in a co—Ssssshhhhhhh.I try to turn around, but given that I don't really think I can move, I guess I just open my eyes—if I even have any left. Across the supernatural balance of the world, miles away in New Orleans, a global catastrophe is happening. Multiple witch covens from all over the world are simultaneously channeling an unprecedented amount of dark magic. Their unified, catastrophic goal? To cast a global death spell directly on an unborn child to stop her powerful birth from ever happening.Instead of striking the target, the massive wave of dark magic backfires violently. The rogue energy deflects, pulling directly into the delivery room where Tribrid Hope Mikaelson is being born. Right there in the open air, millions of threads of dark magic gravitate wildly toward one another, collapsing inward into a single, dense point inside the room.From my place in the void, I see a bright red light. Suddenly, I feel something entirely new. This void, which had felt like a prison, starts crushing me little by little. As I let out my last scream, I lose consciousness.At the exact second Hope takes her first breath, that swirling vortex of backfired dark magic shoots straight into a waiting womb nearby. With a final, silent surge, the compressed magic bonds directly to a second, hidden life inside the womb, disappearing without a sound.I wake up in what feels like a warm, wet hug. I swear to God, if there's a next life, I'm sleeping three times a day.My thoughts are rudely interrupted by the crying of whatever it is that has me now. Now that I think about it, what the actual fuck is going on? Some bloody giant is holding me—and when I say bloody, I mean actually covered in blood. And why is she trying to make me drink some...After having my first meal with a giant, I pass out again. I don't even know how many times that is now. Note to self: drinking blood makes me sleep well. Good news, right?Anyway, a silver lining: the giants speak English. Sadly, I can't talk back. I tried, but all that came out were weird, high-pitched newborn sounds, so I gave up and just started listening to what they were saying, hoping to figure out what was going on.My giant seems to be dying in the arms of another. For some reason, they look familiar. Like, really familiar. As I am deep in thought, another giant approaches.Now I know why they look familiar. It's Hope's family. As in, Tribrid Hope Mikaelson. I haven't seen the show in a while, and I never really watched The Originals all the way through, but how can anyone forget the Original family? The problem is that as I try to pinch myself, I don't see normal hands. I have tiny baby fingers."Hope," one of the family members says. I don't know his name, but I know he is her uncle, so I'm just going to call him Unc 1. Wait... why is he looking at me like I'm Hope? Please don't tell me I'm Hope. I can't lose my family jewels just because of a three-second micro-nap!"She's gone," another voice says. This one I know is Hope's dad. If I am Hope, that makes him my dad... but what does he mean she's gone? Wait, the bloody giant who just fed me is Hayley, Hope's mom. Did Hope lose her mom this early? But that doesn't really matter right now. My blood will make her a hybrid like Dad, right?"You've been bitten," Dad says to Unc 1. He offers him blood just like Mom did for me, wondering how long she's going to be out for. Unc 1 and Dad start arguing. Unc 1 seems pretty mad; I think he really likes Mom."They took the baby," Dad says.Huh? Dude, I'm right here!Unc 1 seems to think the same thing, going off the baffled way he looks at his brother. "Have you lost your mind, brother? She is in Hayley's arms." (Note to self: my supposed mother is definitely named Hayley)."Hope. They took Hope, brother," Dad explains, his voice tight with agony. "And they let Hayley hold her before slicing her neck like a wounded animal, and they took Hope."What Dad says confuses me even more. If I'm not Hope, then who the hell am I?"Then what of this child?" Unc 1 asks, gesturing down at me."We don't have time, brother. We must save Hope. I will explain on the way."And just like that, Dad leaves me and Hayley lying on some stone altar. Don't tell me I'm some kind of sacrificial backup plan! As I'm sitting here thinking the absolute worst, Hayley suddenly wakes up, gasping violently for air.Honestly, being a baby is tough. The fact that I can see as well as I can right now should be physically impossible for a newborn. If I was Hope, maybe, but for a random baby? It must be because of my soul. I am nineteen, after all. That might explain why my brain works.Hayley sits up, looking around frantically until her eyes land on me. She pulls me into her arms, hugging me tight as she starts to cry all over again. "My baby... don't worry. I'll go get your sister and be back, so don't cry, okay?"Okay, first of all, I am not crying. Second of all... sister?!And then she goes. She just leaves me. This is really pissing me off. How can you all just leave a newborn baby completely alone in a dark tomb after your daughter was just kidnapped?!As I sit there on the cold stone, processing everything I've experienced in the past hour, two massive points take me completely by surprise. One: I have been reincarnated into the world of The Originals. Two: I am the twin brother of Hope Mikaelson. Which means magic, a vampire bloodline, and—most importantly—trying to turn into a wolf.I really, really want to sleep as a wolf. Back in my old life, I used to have a cat. Sometimes I would look at it and think, Wow, I would love to sleep all day exactly like you. A wolf isn't the same as a cat, but still, it should be just as comfortable. So, step one: kill someone and awaken the werewolf curse. If I remember the lore correctly, I need to start transforming as early as possible so my body adjusts and it stops being painful.I want to try it now, but I'm just a baby. I don't have that type of physical power yet. Do I even have any power at all?I close my eyes and start to focus deep within myself. I might be a tiny baby, but as Hope's twin brother, I should have a shit ton of magical power running through my veins. After what feels like an absolute eternity of straining, I feel a spark. To be specific, I feel a tether matching the exact energy of the void I was trapped in after I died.I reach out with my mind and try to touch it. Suddenly, my tiny baby hands ignite, glowing with a dark, purple-black void color. A strange red mist starts to seep out, filling my palms. It feels like a thousands needles drilling straight into my bones. The sheer overload of energy hits my infant nervous system, and I completely pass out again.