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Murphy stretches out his legs under the quilt, finding comfort in the feeling of his bare legs gliding across the soft sheets. With a low groan, he stretches his arms above his head and arches his back off the mattress.

He enjoys the feeling of his back cracking the joints that locked up overnight as he rolls his shoulders back against the mattress.

A loud scream-like yawn escapes his mouth and he scrunches his eyes shut tightly before opening them with a happy sigh. Pushing himself up with a smile, Murphy runs a hand through his dishevelled blonde hair.

Wincing as his fingers get caught in a knot, he softly works through it and glances over to his bedside table. He finds himself unable to see it with his body pillow in the way.

Murphy pushes himself into a sitting position and tugs the body pillow behind his head, allowing him to see the alarm clock. Fourteen-eleven.

He smiles to himself in satisfaction, thankful that his mother or one of his friends hadn't woken him. After the past few days, he was in dire need of a sleep in.

A yellow square on his bedside table drags his attention away from the alarm clock and towards what Murphy recognises as one of his mother's personalised note cards.

Leaning closer, he scans over the message she left for him. "Good afternoon sweetie, I assumed you had a late night as its one thirty and you're still in bed. I've gone food shopping, I love you."

Murphy glances around his room, running his eyes over the overflowing laundry hamper and the chest of drawers that had clothes thrown all over it.

On one hand, Langston knew he had to clean his room but on the other, he wanted a stress free day and how would cleaning fit into that?

It wouldn't. He thinks to himself.

However, a quick wank would be a high stress reliever.

He feels his sweatpants tighten on their own and he shifts on his bed comforter in thought. He scratches his bare chest lazily before reaching for his copy of the 'Loki: Agent of Asgard in Trust Me' comic.

He had yet to grow any chest hair and he didn't know how he would feel when he does, it was a turn off for him. His dad had a hairy chest, so his mum was sure he would too someday.

Murphy hoped that day would never come. Chest hair was a turn off for Murphy - it just didn't sit right with him.

However, if that day did come, Caroline has promised to wax it for him. Recalling the conversation with her, Murphy winces at the gleam in the vampire's eyes. She was too excited at the thought, maybe he should be worried.

He shuffles down against the mattress and lays his head against the body pillow with an excited grin. It had been a few weeks since his last review of this comic and it always hit the right spot.

He opens the comic and shivers at the sight of a soaped up Loki on the first page.

This was his most visited page out of all the comics he owns because it had various angles of a showering Loki etched into the paper.

Green eyes trace the back muscles leaning towards Loki's ass while his crotch was unfortunately covered by a speech bubble. Murphy's stomach begins to turn at the image painted on the page in his hands.

Langston reaches his free hand down and begins to palm himself through the cotton material of his sweatpants.

He shuts his eyes, dropping the comic on the bed beside him as he pictures the god of mischief in his mind. A soft sigh escapes his mouth, he always had a thing for wily, bad boys.

A new image enters his brain, causing him to palm himself quicker. The man hovering over him in his mind was the Ben Barnes character from Narnia.

Murphy couldn't remember the name but at this moment in time, he didn't need a name to keep the fantasy going.

All he needed was his strong figure hovering over him with a wicked smirk on his lips as he grinds his hips down against Murphy's in circular motions in time with his hand.

He slips his hand under the band of his boxers and lowers his hand below his pubes. A quiet moan leaves his parted lips at the soft touch and his back arches off the mattress.

His free hand grips the comforter tight enough that his fingers ache but it only encouraged Murphy to continue.

Langston inhales sharply, moving his hand to pump himself with continual low groans escaping his open lips.

The slamming of the front door startles him and his left hand tightens on the base of his dick. A low growl echoes throughout the room at the action and he pauses, breathing heavily as he keeps an ear out for his mother.

He hears the shuffling of grocery bags being placed on what he assumes is the kitchen counter from the echoed slam that follows. Murphy hears more banging before the creaking of the front door reaches his ears once more.

With the cost clear, he ignores the sounds from downstairs and continues fantasising about the brunette, mystery man bearing down on him.

The wolf releases the comforter to trail his fingertips up his stomach slowly. He allows them drift over the ridges of his stomach and along his collarbones before tracing his jaw.

His fingertips skim over a patch of acne scars before landing on his lips. He feels himself pant against his hand and shudders against the mattress.

He cups his own chin with with his pointer finger and drags his thumb against his lower lip, pulling it downwards firmly. Langston moans at the fantasy of his mystery man's hands doing everything he was to himself.

He releases his lip and chin to grip the hair at the base of his neck as he increases his speed. A bead of sweat rolls down his sternum and Murphy finds himself shuddering at the ticklish feeling.

His chest was always the most sensitive during his alone times or hookups. He just liked to be touched and the softer the feeling was, the more sensitive the wolf got.

"Fuck," he pants, feeling his leg begin to twitch and the ball inside his stomach twists tighter and tighter. "Oh, shit. A-Almost."

"Murphy? Are you awake?" Linda Tate knocks on the wooden door, startling the teen out of his lust filled state.

"Shit," he gasps, releasing himself in frustration at the distraction. "Yeah, I'm up."

She hums in acknowledgement behind the door before the sound of a plastic bag being placed on the hallway floorboards. "Those sour jelly lollies you liked last time were on special at Target so I got you a few packets, can you come down stairs please?"

Pulling his left hand out from his boxers, Murphy frowns and wipes his hand clean on the comforter. "Yeah, thank you. I'll just be a minute."

"Okay sweetie. Could you please hurry? We have a guest."

"Alright, alright," Murphy groans out in annoyance. "Just give me a minute."

She doesn't respond, leaving him be finally.

Fuck. Murphy thinks to himself. He couldn't catch a break.

Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, Murphy hauls himself up from the sagging mattress with a disappointed huff.

After a stressful week of almost getting killed by the original, Elijah, Langston has been beyond stressed out of his mind and just wanted to relax by himself. Instead, he gets interrupted right as he was about to finish.

Cracking his back with a twist of his waist, the wolf exhales lowly wondering who could be downstairs with his mother.

If it were Caroline, she would've barged into his room by now and the girls would've called out in greeting to him.

He shoves his track pants and boxers down to his ankles and kicks them off, groaning at the sight of a wet patch on the crotch from his prior activities.

He'd need to hide them within his hamper until he can do his laundry or his mother would get a big shock as she snoops through his room when he goes out later.

She thinks she's sneaky about it but there are many words to describe Linda Tate with and sneaky, isn't one of them. Sure, she tries to put everything back in their original place but they're always off slightly.

A toppled over deodorant can here, an ajar draw there and shoes straightened when they were previously upturned and beneath his bed.

No matter how many times he catches her, she can't help but snoop. Always looking for answers to secrets she believes he's keeping from her and he supposed she was right.

He hadn't told her about the Salvatores or Caroline's vampirism but knew better than to invite the brothers into their home. Ever since Alaric arrived in town, Murphy and his mother have been ingesting vervain on a daily basis.

He boils the petals into a tea and serves a full cup to his mother every evening with dinner. It always left a bitter taste in Murphy's mouth but Linda seemed to enjoy it, often asking him for the recipe which he refused to give. She'd find it odd at the specificity of the flower he used and would only ask questions he couldn't give an answer to.

He slips on a fresh pair of boxers and steps into his joggers, stumbling over the pant leg in his quickened pace.

"Shit," Murphy curses under his breath as his hands reaches out and stops his fall against the dresser.

The old, stained wood protests under his weight and his left knee bumps against a draw handle in retaliation.

"Langston? Honey, are you okay?" Linda Tate's voice is filled with worry and the creaking of the bottom step sends his heart into a panic. She couldn't catch him like this - it would be humiliating.

Pushing himself back upright, Murphy clears his throat before calling out, "Fine Mum!"

Langston hope on one foot as he shoves his left leg through the pant leg. "I'll just be a moment!"

Pulling the other leg through, he cinches the waist with the draw string before tying a secure knot to keep them from falling down as he descends the stairs. It's already happened once this week and he refused to let it happen again anytime soon. Not if he could help it.

Grabbing the red shirt hanging from his door knob, he steps around the bag left at his door and makes his way to the bathroom he and his mother shared. Murphy tugs the red henley over his head and slips his arms through the long sleeves as he enters the bathroom.

Hearing an impatient huff coming from the kitchen, he slathers his hands in soap and rinses them quickly and doesn't bother drying them off with the hand towel. Instead, he wipes them dry on the back of his thighs and jogs down the stairs with a huff.

A certain, previously murdered original stood in the kitchen as Murphy rounds the corner causing the wolf to release a growl. The boy freezes, bringing a hand to his throat in confusion - shit, he had to get that under control.

Tyler and Caroline may have convinced him of his 'species' but it would take a while for him to be okay with the actions and behaviours that come with being a wolf. After all, for the last seventeen years, Langston was human, just like his mother is and father was before he passed.

He'd need to ask Caroline later who she thought could've given him the werewolf gene because surely he would've known if one of his parents were apart of the supernatural, after all, they told him everything.

"You invited him in?" Murphy exclaims incredulously, sending his mother an 'are you kidding me?' look.

"Well I certainly wasn't going to make him wait outside while you took your sweet time," Linda responds with a huff, setting down her teacup before walking towards her son and tugs him closer to the vampire against his better judgement.

"You look like you just woke up, honey. Your cheeks are all red," Linda chuckles, shaking her head in amusement, reaching over to rake her ring clad fingers through his messy hair.

Murphy freezes and feels his cheeks heat up further at her innocent observation enough, knowing what he was doing just a mere five minutes ago. He catches sight of Elijah avoiding his gaze with an uncomfortable look on his face which confuses the wolf for a moment.

His conversation with Caroline from the day before comes to mind as he remembers their talk about Stefan and her vampire hearing.

Shit, he could hear him.

Murphy closes his eyes in mortification and leans into his mother's hands, trying to hide from the original vampire before him to avoid further humiliation on his part. "Mmm, I was uh... tired."

"Langston, it's such a delight to see you again so soon. You seem to have forgotten to tell Ms. Tate about your involvement with my new historical novel," Elijah chimes in, his voice low and steady.

The wolf in question slides his eyes between his mother's excited grin and Elijah's expectant gaze as the original drains the remainder of his tea from the cup in his hand. He had to play his cards right to keep his mother safe, especially now that Elijah's been invited in.

"It slipped my mind, Elijah."

Murphy brings his mother closer and hugs her tight, pressing a kiss against her cheek while his eyes stay locked on the original as the vampire stands as stiff as a board behind the pair.

Separating from his mother's embrace, the blonde heads to the front door and slips his bare feet into the ugg boots left beneath the hallway table. He steps through the front door with the original close behind him.

Murphy winces at the snugness of the cotton, realising too late they were his mother's as the door shuts behind him. He opens his mouth to tell the vampire of his dilemma when he's pressed against Elijah's front by a hand around his waist and another bracing the back of his neck as the wind whips around them both.

Murphy closes his eyes with a groan, bracing himself against the taller male's chest. He couldn't fathom ever being able to stomach vampire speed. It was too nauseating.

The two males come to an abrupt stop inside an apartment causing Murphy to frown because he couldn't hear the opening or closing of the front door over the sound of his ringing ears.

"Langston? What's the matter with you?" Elijah questions from beside the wolf, stabling his swaying with a firm grip on his shoulder.

"You could've warned me," the male in question complains, shoving away from the vampire with a glower. "How are you still alive? Why did you ambush my house? Why did you involve my moth-"

"If you would allow me a second to speak before asking another question, I could give you all the answers you desire," the original interrupts with a raised eyebrow, gesturing towards the two arm chairs across from one another in the living room.

He nods mutely, walking on wobbly legs towards the leather chair and sinking, or more accurately, collapsing onto the cool material in a less than appropriate manner when being kidnapped by a mass murderer.

Elijah is much more refined, sitting with a straight back and foot crossed over his knee and hands linked together beneath the man's chin. Murphy raises an eye at his posture, taking note of the calculating look in the predator's brown eyes.

He could've sworn those eyes were familiar but where from, he couldn't place.

Elijah waits a moment, waiting for Murphy to question him some more but he stays silent, waiting for his promised answers. He mimics zipping his lips shut and throwing away a key making the original release a small smile.

"It was never my intention to ambush you in your home nor involve Ms. Tate, Langston. I merely wished to solve the question of who you are once and for all. As for your first query," Elijah waves a dismissive hand. "I died long ago, now, we mustn't keep our helpers much longer."

"Helpers?"

Two men step into the room, holding various jars full of herbs and aged looking scrolls. One of the men looked to be Murphy's age or younger whilst the other has a goatee. Both men had shaved heads, dark brown skin and the older gentleman had glasses adorning his features.

"Langston, meet Jonas Martin and his son, Luka. They have gifts like your friend Ms. Bennett and are here to help make light on our... situation," Elijah voices, standing from the arm chair and gesturing for him to do the same.

They were witches, Murphy realised.

Murphy does as he's asked with a reluctant sigh, noticing the older Martin's suspicious gaze focused on him as the man spread two scrolls across the coffee table in front of them.

In an attempt to avoid his scrutinising gaze, Murphy shuffles behind Elijah until all he can see is the back of the vampire's suit. The vampire may have tried to kill him, literally, but he trusted him more than two witches with an anger problem.

"If you could refrain from glaring at him and focus on the task at hand, Mr. Martin, it would be much appreciated," Elijah's tone is nonchalant, as he side steps away from Murphy and toward the table where Luka is piling various herbs into a glass bowl.

"His kind are monsters, savages - beasts!" Jonas exclaims angrily, pointing an accusing finger at the wolf who in return releases a warning growl.

Murphy blinks in surprise at the sound and lowers his eyes to the ground shamefully.

"Have care with how you speak. Perform the spell, now."

The wolf shivers at the hard tone Elijah used, stepping back from the now threatening aura oozing off him. Murphy feels his knees beginning to shake out of fear, knocking together harshly.

"I'll need your hand, and something of his..." Luka trails off, looking toward the irritated vampire hesitantly, holding a hand in his direction and Murphy's.

Murphy sends a scared glance toward the vampire only to be met by a stony glare as said man pulls a knot of string out of his suit's inner pocket. Subconsciously, the wolf wanders closer to the vampire in an attempt to get a closer look.

He manages to catch a glimpse of something circular hanging from the end of the string before a fist is enclosed over the object tightly. Murphy looks up confused only to be met with angry, brown eyes.

Regarding Langston with a harsh look, Elijah holds out his closed fist to Luka and drops the object in the man's outstretched hand. "They've both worn this before, and he has for the past thousand years since we lost him. It'll do."

"Who's he? What does this have to do with me?" Murphy asks in an embarrassingly high pitched voice, looking between the three men in confusion and fear.

He just wanted to go home.

"Give Luka your hand, now. Then I will take you home," Elijah's compromise makes his ears prick up in intrigue.

With narrowed eyes shifting between the vampire and older witch, he lays his left hand in Luka's limply and awaits a reaction.

Nothing happens for several minutes -well, nothing magical.

Luka turns his hand over and places his fisted one with the charm in it hovering over the back of Murphy's.

Jonas begins to chant in a foreign tongue much like a Bonnie does during the moments she practices magic and Murphy finds him shifting on one foot to the other under Elijah's watchful gaze. The original was very... intense.

A few minutes go by of the same chant being said repeatedly before both of Luka's hands begin to glow a deep gold, or more accurately, Murphy's veins and the charm glow gold within Luka's fist. Murphy's eyes widen as an electric string forms between his hand and Luka's before the object is tugged out of the witch's grip and on top of his.

The wolf yelps out in surprise and fright as the cool metal ring shocks him, sending sparks flying from his hand.

Luka retreats with wide eyes as his father continues to chant in the background and Murphy shakes his hand, expecting the ring to fall from the movement.

It doesn't.

The ring is stuck in place on the back of his palm, close to his forefingers and refuses to budge from its place as Murphy shakes his hand, hard.

"Get it off, what the hell?" he shouts out of fear.

The ring wasn't hurting him, no but it was an ancient object kept by an original vampire and being messed with by a witch. He had a right to be a little fearful.

"He's the original Langston, Elijah," Jonas stops his chanting and looks at Murphy and the ring in awe.

At the end of the chanting, the ring falls from Murphy's hand and into Elijah's who has now stepped closer to Murphy than the wolf liked. Before he could even think of running, Murphy is brought into a tight embrace.

With his arms pinned to his side and head cradled under the brunette's chin, he knew struggling was pointless and instead stood limp in the embrace. The original's shoulders begin to shake soundless against him and the arms grip his shirt tighter in their grasp much to Murphy's dismay.

"You're not going to eat me, are you?" the blonde questions and gulps at the unamused scoff that leaves his captor's mouth.

"He was the only one who could ever understand your humour, Langston. I can't believe it's really you," Elijah murmurs, pulling away from him with a tearful gaze.

Murphy can't help but flinch as the emotional man before him cups his chin with one hand and brushes his fringe back with the other. His movement cements a fierce, longing in the vampire's eyes.

"You are safe with me, brother."

Hold up, what the hell was he talking about? He barely knew this man, let alone couldn't be his brother.

"Brother?!"

"Whoever put this spell on him wasn't concerned for his safety," Jonas chimes in at the same time as Murphy's exclamation.

Elijah takes one last look at his face before turning to face the Martin witches with a steel resolve. "Who did this to him?"

"Someone powerful. I couldn't tell from this belonging alone- I'd need both of them to find out," Martin responds, casting his son a worried look as the boy packs up the jars and scrolls from the table.

"He is one of the ones at the bottom of the ocean. He's why I'm doing this, for Langston and Niklaus," Elijah shakes his head in sadness, stroking Murphy's hair back once more.

The wolf pushes away from the vampire with all his might, surprising him. "Enough. What the fuck is going on?"

Elijah sends him a disapproving glare, slipping the ring back into his suit. "Watch your language and tone Langston. You're a Mikaelson, act like it."

Murphy shakes his head desperately. "No, I'm not. Look, Elijah, you've got the wrong guy. I'm not a Mikaelson, I'm a Murphy, okay? I was born eighteen years ago in room 121C of Mystic Falls Hospital to Linda Tate and Taylor Murphy. I am... a wolf, yeah, but I've never met you before two days ago. I'm not your brother!"

Frustrated tears are seeping from the corners of his eyes as he finishes his rant, chest heaving.

Elijah steps forward without hesitation, cupping the back of Murphy's head and cradles it to his left shoulder, rubbing soothingly against his back.

"But you're not. Yes, you're a wolf, just like you were then. I don't know how you're here but you are and I am ever so grateful. The ring recognised you from before as it recognises him. Now, I promise you brother, I will not stop until you are with him and remember everything again," Elijah promises.

Despite the surprisingly calming embrace, he pulls away and shoves Elijah back with a growl. "I am not. Stop lying to me and take me to my mother!"

Elijah's eyes turn sympathetic. "Ms. Tate is not your real mother nor is this Taylor Murphy you speak of. Your real parents were wolves apart of the neighbouring pack. You are the boy my- he, fell in love with a millennium ago. We are your real family and we've missed you so much."

"No, my dad passed away when I was six and my mum is alive and breathing, explain that," Murphy denies once more. This couldn't be happening.

"You were reborn. Meaning, your spirit crossed over from the other side and replaced Ms. Tate's foetus with itself. You are the man Elijah speaks of from a thousand years ago, only in an eighteen year old's body," Luka mutters, watching the wolf with a pitying gaze.

This couldn't be real. Yes, he was a wolf. He dealt with that just fine but being reborn?

This was too much.

"Brother-" Elijah continues on, ignoring the glare being sent his way. "You are a wolf like before. You killed someone this past month after the full moon, didn't you?"

"Yes, this guy from school. I pushed him at the masquerade party the night before Rose. He- he didn't wake up," he admits in a whisper.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that again, Langston. The first time, it was a villager trying to stake someone you loved and you protected him, breaking your curse. But you are your true self once more, is that not better?" Elijah questions, placing a grounding hand on the wolf's shoulder.

"How is it better if I don't know who I am? There's no such thing as reincarnation or rebirthing or whatever..." Murphy trails off in confusion, clutching his head as it begins to pound with the many thoughts swirling through his head at once.

"Brother, unfortunately, our time has run out. That blonde that aided in taking you from me can be informed if you trust her but no one else, they aren't worthy. Now, shall I take you back to that house for a little bit while I sort everything out?" Murphy scoffs at the original's words.

"You mean to my home? Yeah," he nods with a roll of his eyes.

"Your home is with your family, Langston," Elijah tells him matter of factly as if it were no big deal.

Langston hesitates before placing his hand into the vampire's outstretched one and the world is a blur once more.

( N O T E )

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Here's a little longer chapter for you all, we're getting into the plot now and I'm so excited to share it with you.

I hope you are all staying safe.

Love you.

(24/01/22)