Who: Klaus and Freya What: Waking up to dream items When: 25 September 2017 Where: Their place (Elijah’s old place) Warnings: High. A beheaded horse plus references to dream murders and attempted suicide Status: Log | Complete
Another night of dreams. With way too much packed in. There was the Hunter’s Curse that lasted over fifty two years - fifty two years 4 months and 9 days to be exact. Then everything that had happened with Katerina aka Katherine. From her brother falling in love with her, to trying to break the moonstone curse only to have Katerina turn herself and flee, from him. Ironic considering Klaus was also on the run, from Mikael. In retaliation for her betrayal Klaus slaughtered the rest of her family.
Eventually, Mikael caught up to them, in Spain thanks to Kol being reckless with his kills. They escaped unscathed, but Klaus’s beloved horse wasn’t so lucky. Mikael killed Klaus’s beloved horse, Theo. Placing his head on a pike. It was almost six hundred years worth of memories in one night.
When Klaus finally woke up from it all, he hadn’t felt like he had even slept. Sighing he went to get out to bed and make some coffee. That was when he saw it. Right next to his bed with a pike, with Theo’s head on it. “THE FUCK?!” Klaus screamed temporarily forgetting that he also shared an apartment with his sister.
Freya’s dreams weren’t going much better. Despite her vow to never fall in love, to never have a child so that it would be spared the hell that was her life as Dahlia’s slave, she had done just that in one of her years awake. (Not like the century of sleep was ever any better, stuck with Dahlia in her Chambre de Chasse). She had met a man, Mathias, fallen in love and found herself with child. They had wanted to escape but Dahlia had found out and killed Mathias. In an act of desperation, a need to escape the constant hell, Freya had found Dahlia’s strongest and most potent poison and took it.
Only to soon awaken, unable to die while her unborn son did die. I will forgive you for this eventually. Eventually. But you can never forget that there is no escape from me. Not even death.
Klaus screaming jolted Freya from her own dreams and she sat up quickly, wiping at the tears she hadn’t known were there. On the table beside her own bed, there was the bottle of poison, taunting her. No time to question it though. Getting out of bed, Freya quickly made her way to the room Klaus was in.
“Klaus, what is…. Ohmigod.”
And yet another headache and tightness in her chest. Stress. That’s all it was. Stress. Because seriously. What the hell!?
Freya’s words brought him back to reality. Somewhat. He wasn’t in the early 1700s fleeing Spain. No, he was back in Orange County. In the apartment he shared with his sister. Who looked just as shocked as he was. Which, could you blame them?
“It’s Theo’s head!” he exclaimed like that would explain everything to Freya, the sister that was missing from his own dreams.
Yeah, that explained absolutely nothing to Freya. While she was aware her siblings had been turned into vampires thanks to Elijah and then learning about it in her dreams, that didn’t mean she was exactly up to date with all their going ons. That and for her it had been the early 1400s as opposed to the early 1700s.
“I see it’s a head. I’m going to take a guess and say it’s a Dream thing?”
Logic. She had it. Even when she was half asleep. Or.. had been half asleep. Decapitated horse head on her brother’s night table had a hell of a way to jolt the last vestiges of sleep from someone.
Klaus had also dreamed through the 1400s just now. His dreams went from the early 1100s to the 1700s. It was a lot. His head hurt from it all. However, the most concerning part was Theo’s head in his bedroom.
“No, I just decided to go out kill a horse and put his head in my room.” Apparently he still had sarcasm even admit the mayhem. It wasn’t fair though to take it out on Freya. It wasn’t her fault this was happening. “Yeah,” he said with a sigh rubbing his temples. “It’s a dream thing. A present Mikael left for me.” Niklaus had no problem murdering humans. But he would never be so cruel to an innocent animal.
“Lovely.” Because really, what could she say? It was actually horrifying. So deadpan expression it was because it was how they communicated. She barely paid attention to the sarcastic comment besides a side glance at her brother. “How very Godfather-esque.”
Really though, there were more pressing matters to deal with. Like what to do with said horse head. God, was there some sort of Valar-net Hotline for ‘Hey random object like a horse head showed up, can you please dispose of it?’ or something? Since it wasn’t like they could just...put it in a dumpster bin. Or bury it since they weren’t in a house but an apartment building.
All thoughts about the troubling dreams she’d woken up from were forgotten because Freya was trying to figure out what to do next. It wasn’t like the poison she’d woken up with would disintegrate it.
“What the hell do I do with it?” Klaus asked mirroring Freya’s thoughts. This wasn’t like the necklace that he could just throw out or lock it up in Elijah’s safe. It was large, and bloody and clearly came from a real life horse.
“I have no idea. Nothing I’m coming up with would work.” Because it was a horse head. This was something Freya had a feeling Evie wouldn’t know what to do with. Not that she really would be able to blame anyone about that. She knew there had been random posts about body parts showing up. Clearly that was something Freya should have paid more attention to.
Cleaning up after the head was disposed of? Yes. That was easy enough. Disposing of said horse head?
“Put it in a cooler and take it to the beach and out to sea?”
That was better than anything Klaus could come up with. Perhaps they should think of a better plan but right now he just wanted the damn head out of the bedroom. “That could work.” How the hell was Freya being logical at a time like this. Or at least somewhat logical.
“Do we have a cooler?” He certainly hadn’t brought one with him. Perhaps Freya had. Or Elijah had one somewhere. This was his old place after all. But it would also have to be big enough for the damn head.
Freya was in ‘older sister fix it’ mode at the moment. That and shock. Both had an amazing ability for her to focus on a problem at hand instead of panicking and being able to at least try to come up with a viable plan.
“Um. Let me go check.” Because that was a pretty valid point. If they didn’t have a cooler large enough, then it would become a bit more difficult to do so. Leaving the room, Freya made quick work of looking for a cooler, pushing aside the migraine and pain in her chest. Nothing. Still, she did grab a trash bag so they could at least put the head in it while figuring out the next part before heading back to Klaus’ room.
“Doesn’t look like we do. But I know someone who might, or who might have a better idea all together.”
Between Evie’s real life and what she had managed to pick up about her dreams, it seemed entirely possible that the woman might have a better idea. Especially as she’d been dealing with dreams for a longer time.
When Freya returned with just a trash bag Klaus couldn’t help but frown. Sure, it would work. But it wasn’t quite as conspicuous as a cooler. Then he heard her suggestion. “Okay, while you do that I guess I’ll put this head in the bag,” he nodded at the bag in Freya’s hand. He didn’t exactly want to touch Theo’s head, but it was better than leaving it in his room.
The trash bag was more just so the horse head wasn’t just sitting there while they tried to figure this out. So that even if they had to wait for the cooler, they could at least try to clean up a little. Though who ever could imagine a comment like I guess I’ll put this head in the bag being something that made some sort of sense when it wasn’t about Halloween decorations?
Handing the trash bag over to Klaus, Freya went to her room and picked up her phone to text Evie about the horse head and any suggestions she might have on what to do or if she had a cooler that could be used for their disposal into the ocean.
Even if it had been Freya that received a head as a dream present, Klaus still would have been the one to move it. His sister didn’t need to be touching a beheaded anything. While Freya went to contact her friend Klaus placed the bag over the head, using the excess to flip under the sides so he didn’t have to fully touch it. Then he flipped the head inside, pike sticking out a bit. But oh well, that would do for now.
Once she had gotten in touch with Evie, Freya went to get cleaning supplies for where the head had appeared before going back to Klaus’ room.
“She said she’d be by with a cooler and help get rid of it.”
So right now it was just...focus on the immediate situation at hand of cleaning as the head was bagged and now it was mostly just waiting. If Klaus wanted to say what happened, she’d listen. If not, it was simply cleaning.