What a brother I got pt. 1

Dylan was sure that when he went to sleep last night that he was not out sleeping outside, on the ground, in the middle of a dirt road.

WTF, meaning - what the fudge, which is the being of every question that he is thinking right now, like what the fudge am I wearing. What the fudge happened to my beard. What the fudge happened to my chevron, my poor baby, I just got her fixed from my stalker's jealousy rage. Poor Derek had the worst of it.

The confusion was written all over his face as he was laying down on the ground, he found himself with clothes are definitely out of his time and body that was not his. He also had a blue ring with a D on his ring finger that oddly enough, he felt was very familiar but he never owned the ring like this before, and on his other hands' middle finger there is a gold ring with 6 different colored stones that are also oddly familiar.

So he did not have a good morning. Now imagine how he felt when there was a body next to him with blood on the neck and his mouth and to add more salt on the ice cream, he wants to taste the blood that. Oh to him it smells like candy lasagna on Sunday.

It is taking him every good sense of his unstable mind not want to taste blood. To add to the weirdness of things he experienced today, he swears that he heard voices near him but there is no one for miles near him and it is driving him insane.

Okay, he was already insane, it is driving him - let just say is whatever is beyond psycho okay. He is still hearing voices so he just decided to start trying to live with it and hope that it won't affect much in what he's pretty such as his new life.

He got up from the dirty road floor and looked both ways on the road to see any signs that could show where he is, and since he saw none, he shrugged, choose a direction, and went down the road.

DYLAN POV

My legs should be hurting right about now. Was this dude's body is fit? Why did he die then? Death would have claimed him later in life, like maybe when he reaches 70? Is there anything to eat cause I am craving a burger and sour worms right about now? So far this is the best body I have ever been, even the tattoos are cool.

[Then again it is the only other body you have been in so far]

I haven't forgiven you for not telling me that I was going to be shot. I thought in this life I won't need you in my mind again. I don't need other people I have never met to think I am crazy too.

[Come on, you know that talking yourself, can prevent craziness]

That doesn't mean I wasn't crazy, to begin with. I mean, most people don't have voices in their heads to calm them down and try to stop them from doing something stupid.

[Really? Most people stop hearing the voice in their head when they are about 7 or 8 because mom and dad said that imaginary friends are not real.]

Imaginary? YES. Friend? Try the life after this, but highly doubt it. I start to see something. Maybe buildings of a city or town. The sunset so it is highly difficult to determine anything at this moment.

[Nah, that is a town. It looks so... Ancient and burnt out.]

Yeah, you're right. I passed people as soon as I entered the town and all their clothes are just like ours - out of style and there seems to be ashes everywhere. There are fires on a few buildings.

[Of course, I'm right when am I not.]

Oh, sure. You are so wise great sage to see by the clothes only because would have never also seen the steam cars or the guy using a blanket to take a picture with the box called a camera.

[The bullying I have to face each day. I try to be kind and now I get my credit taken away from me. You are too calm about this don't you think?]

I have nothing to lose and if I haven't told myself this enough, I will tell you again. I was never a stable-minded person. Let's get ourselves some help from a bunch of cowboys.

[They aren't cowboys. At least I think so.]

Do you have to? Let get this over with. I saw a guy - who if you asked me, was so stupid hot, stopped running and lead on a wall to catch some oxygen in his lungs. This guy was somewhat an African American dressed in semi burnt clothes. He looks rather familiar, but my mind needing to find out where am I, stopped me from pressing on any longer.

I went to talk to him.

[You and what conversational experience? So far I only saw that you have a lack of friends. Also how, with your anxiety?]

Hey, what I lack friends, I make up with screen time.

[But you were on screen all the time. Doesn't that mean you don't...]

Don't you dare finish that?

"Hi, sir, Mr sir, may I please ask what is happening here? As well as maybe where are we?" he looked shocked. Maybe I scared him. Yeah with all fire going on you won't expect someone to stop and chat with you.

"We?" he asked with confusion on his face. Wow, he calmed down pretty, but he now has curiosity. Why do I have something on my face?

"Sorry meant I."

Dodged a bullet. He is now looking at me as if I got a second head but I looked at him back it looks like he is very much out of breath and terrified at something as if it is going to kill him at any second. I wonder what.

Marcellus POV

I am running through New Orleans looking for a place to hide from the vampire hunter Mikeal also known as the original's dad. Mikeal is still in New Orleans and looking for the originals - which have probably left. Though that doesn't stop him from making sure. He already burnt half of the quarter now and more are still being damaged by his rampage.

I need to hide before he finds out I escaped and am also alive. I am barely able to pull myself from death's door from what he did to me on that performance. Toke a lot of blood to recover as I really shouldn't have called him here. Why did we even think about running away together if we were not even soul mates? If Rebekah and I had succeeded in getting rid of Klaus and were able to gain a family, none of this would have mattered if her soul mate just rocks up in New Orleans and smiled in her direction, winning her heart in seconds.

Klaus won't be happy that his city is now almost destroyed by Mikeal, but at least over time this city will flourish again, and could build this to be my city over time. Hopefully, I have enough time to build it before the originals return, and with me as the king.

First I need to find a way to get Mikeal out of the city, so he doesn't destroy the whole city before I could start. They don't call him 'Mikeal the destroyer' for nothing. I stop running and took a break for a second.

"HI, sir, Mr. Sir, may I please ask what is happening here? As well as maybe where are we?" What the hell. I was brought out of my thought as this guy in dirt-covered clothes came and asked. He scared the crap out of me. I didn't hear him approach. Even if I was injured I should have still been able to hear him. Also, there is no one around, so what did he mean by us.

"We?" it seems that he realized his mistake because he did waste time correcting himself. What I realized about this guy is that he has no scent of blood. Even an original has one with the smell of death mixed in too. Not this though.

"We are in New Orleans, or what is left of it. Most has been burnt down by now. I recommend that you leave now before you get hurt, or worse."

"I don't even know where to go from here. Look man I just woke up this afternoon in the middle of the road in the middle of nowhere. Can I ask for directions?"

"Su-" I was about to respond to give the guy directions but Mikael vamp sped right behind the guy and placed his hands on his neck. To be honest I was expecting the guy's head to fall off but what happened next made me too stunned to remember to run away.

Mikeal twisted the guy's neck in vamp speed but just looked as if Mikeal just pushed his head to the side. The guy looked confused. Probably wondering why someone guy pushed his head to the side.

Mikeal then tried to push his hand in vamp speed. Note tried. His hand broke. What the hell. When an original vampire tries to kill or hurt you, you get killed not they get hurt, but this guy tokes it as if Mikeal was pushing him like a threat.

"What are you boy? Who are you? Who made you?"

"Hey sir I don't know about you, but where I was raised you don't go around touch people if you touch me one more time. I claim you, gay rapist."

"What!? I don't want you boy, I want to know the spell you used?"

"What why don't you want me. I might not be in my body but I'm pretty sure I am attractive to gay, I mean have you seen this ass," he said point to it.

I have seen it all now. Someone backchat to Mikeal. If I tell Klaus this he'll have a heart attack.

Mikeal then took his stake that he has been carrying around with him everywhere and used all his strength for his sake. Again nothing, what is with this guy? Does nothing faze him?

Mikeal got too close for this guy's taste. The uncomfortable expression on his face says it all. He pushed Mikeal away, but instead of a push, a simple push, Mikeal turned to an explosion of ash.

That it. I didn't move. I was too afraid to move. This guy killed the very person that even the originals - the most powerful family on the planet, ran away from. And he did it in one simple push.

Even worse is that, it seems as though he didn't even know that he could do that because he started freaking out. He looked at his hand then to the ashes then to his hands again and then the ashes then to me. He started handshaking, tears were forming in his eyes, and terror is written all over his face, then vomit was released and a lot of it if you going to detail. He stopped after some time and then passed out from shock, on the spot. I vamp speed to catch him, but I was still too freaked out to move after that I just spaced out standing while holding him.

What the fu-