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Jeremy began to pace back and forth from within the living room as Alice could see that he was in denial
Alice:What else can I tell you that isn't already true, Henrik? You're a Mikaelson..not a Gilbert
Even now Jeremy could feel his body trying to make him change back to whatever he was turning into before he had drank the tea that Alice made for him
"Then why can't I remember the rest of my memories? If I am Henrik Mikaelson then how am I here and not buried somewhere..?"
Alice:Because--because before you died, the witch known as Ayana casted a spell that transfered your soul and created a new body for you to inhabit
Jeremy shook his head and sat back down on the couch and put his hands on his face
Alice:Don't you find weird that you were always drawn to the supernatural?
When he had found out about vampires, he did sense some odd way that he was somehow able to handle this all too easily
Alice:The amount of times that you died..it wasn't just the ring that kept bringing you back to life..it was your true self trying to break through and protect you
He felt Alice move his hands away from his face and turn his head a bit so that she could face him
Alice:I know this is alot to process and trust me..I have been there myself, when I woke up..I was living under a bridge and eating scraps of trash
She lays her hand on his knee and moves a bit closer to him
Alice:I kept getting these memories of another life, I thought that I was going crazy..but it took me awhile to truly realize who I was and why I was here
Her hand slips away from his knee as she gets up from the couch and picks up the empty cup of tea and looks back to Jeremy
Alice:I still remember my life before I woke up under that bridge..the people who I thought that were my family weren't good to me, they beat me and always assumed the worse in me..
The empty cup of tea starts to shake a little as she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath as the cup of tea stops shaking
Alice:My true parents were killed by Mikael during his rampage when he found out that Niklaus wasn't his son..I found them torn to pieces, I can still remember Mikael sinking his teeth into my neck and draining the blood from my body..
A single tear falls down her face as Alice wipes it away from her face and tells Jeremy
Alice:I would never lie to you, Henrik. You were--are my best friend..we played together in the village, we stayed up at night to watch the stars together..
She bows her head and glances down at the ground and gestures to the empty tea cup
Alice:The tea has some herbs that will help you from turning but it won't last long..the more you resist, the more painful it'll be..you won't die but that doesn't mean you shouldn't at least to remember who you truly are..
Alice looks back up at Jeremy before turning around and walking away leaving him all by himself in the living room still sat on the couch; Jeremy clenches his fists and taps his foot against the ground..he suddenly winces in pain feeling a headache surge throughout his brain
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A Mikaelson Reborn [TVD/Originals]
FanfictionWhen Jeremy Gilbert is killed by Silas, he finds himself getting memories that aren't his own..memories that involve the Original family; what happens when Jeremy finds out he isn't a Gilbert but an old Mikaelson soul..the soul of Henrik Mikaelson