Freya Mikaelson is Tired™ (frelsi) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-12-15 10:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, freya mikaelson, niklaus mikaelson |
Who: Freya, Klaus, NPC!Dahlia
What: Freya runs into Dahlia and Klaus learns about all she’s done
When: 15 December 2017
Where: Random sidewalk to Freya and Klaus’ place
Warnings: References to suicide attempts, manipulation, emotional abuse
Status: Log | Complete
Finally things were coming into motion so that Dahlia could be defeated and at long last, Freya could be free. Of course she hadn’t expected Elijah to inject her with Hope’s blood to use her as bait for their aunt and the betrayal stung. Upon waking that morning, Freya rubbed her neck where she’d been injected and sat up. The haze of dream emotions and feelings of betrayal wore off as she did understand the mistrust her siblings had for her there. Things were just different.
Even so, Freya also couldn’t quite shake the feeling of fear and dread that settled in the pit of her stomach. It was absurd. Dahlia was somewhere in Europe, far away. Assuming that the tribrid blood had crossed over and was running through her system, it wasn’t like her aunt would pick up on Hope’s magic or her own. It was simply that despite all her claims about compartmentalization, the trauma Freya had suffered at Dahlia’s hands in the real world and the dreams were too close that it was one of the few things she couldn’t separate.
No matter though. Freya was used to getting up and dealing with the day no matter what was thrown at her. She could be juggling ten projects all with something going wrong and be fine and that was exactly what she was going to do today. Which really was mostly getting ingredients to make Gløgg for her siblings, the traditional Norse version of mulled wine.
After getting ready, Freya headed out and to the store. Or that was the plan. Turning a corner, the blonde found herself face to face with the one woman she wanted always to avoid.
“No…”
It felt like her blood had turned to ice and all attempts to mask her fear failed as she stood there shaking, and not from the cold and snow.
“There you are, after all these years. Hello, my Freya.”
This wasn’t happening, this couldn’t be happening.
“..Dahlia.”
She was unable to look away even as her aunt stared at her with what was a mix of disgust and smugness.
“How convenient I find you here, back in Orange County.” As she spoke, Dahlia started to walk around Freya, people not seeming to notice the confrontation or caring (why would they? Orange County dealt with some strange things). “Let me guess, did you decide to come crawling back, thinking that you could lie to your family about what you are? Promise your siblings that you would be the big sister you once were?”
Feeling as though she were being circled by a vulture, Freya turned slowly, watching and cringing at the chuckle of Dahlia.
“Tell me darling, how did they respond to your overtures? Did they welcome you with tears of joy and open arms at your miraculous return after all these years apart?” A beat and a head tilt, “Hmm?”
“What are you going to do, why are you here?”
She hated this. She hated how she felt like she was 19 and found with Christina and the fear of isolation and hatred of her family hanging over her as Dahlia promised to keep her secret and all that came with it. Of the fear and anxiety of running away in the dreams and knowing Dahlia would come for her to kill her.
“Why, to spend the holidays with my family.” Another pause and disgusted look, “Though you always were a selfish, ungrateful child. For years I took care of you, clothed you, fed you when your parents wanted nothing to do with you, kept you from making a disgrace of yourself in England and how did you repay me?”
As she spoke, more anger seemed to fill Dahlia’s voice and she moved closer, even as Freya knew she could fight back, she remained rooted to that spot.
“Always yearning for a different life, never satisfied and determined to bring shame to your family and me.” With that, Dahlia grabbed Freya’s arms and dug her nails into Freya’s wrist without care of drawing blood as she drew her closer. “Soon enough, you will beg me to bring you back into my fold. After all, once the holidays are over, I will be the only family you have left who can stand the sight of you.”
Gasping as she was shoved back, Freya looked up warily and scared.
“You should know better than to defy me.”
As Dahlia walked past her, Freya felt a tremor course through her at the closeness and watched as she left. She felt stuck in a time and place where she had no voice, the reason she had always run in the past, never staying anywhere for long so that she wouldn’t be found. The bustle of the sidewalk eventually brought Freya back to her senses though and she turned around and quickly headed back home where she wrapped her wrist where she’d been grabbed before pouring herself a glass of bourbon and downing it quickly as she tried to get her emotions and heart rate under control.
Klaus didn’t know his Aunt Dahlia well. Freya had always been her ‘favorite’. But Klaus was used to that. He was no one’s favorite. Just the bastard son. Little did he know what spending so much time with Dahlia was really like. But he was about to learn.
Klaus was in his bedroom painting, with the window open, the fresh air was inspiring. Even though Freya had left the apartment, Klaus still listened for her heart beat. Part of him remained paranoid that something might happen to his sister. Despite the fact that she seemed to be immortal somehow. After all she had survived when he threw her out of the window, which he barely remembered doing. So when his sister’s heart beat sped up not even a block away Klaus listened more intently.
He didn’t recognize the older woman’s voice at first. Why would he? He hadn’t spent much time with Dahlia. It wasn’t until Freya muttered her name that Klaus realized who it was. He remained alert, listening to the whole conversation ready to take off at vampire speed and intervene if needed. In fact that was just what he was about to do when he heard Freya returning to the house. Klaus walked out to meet her in the living room where she was already pouring a glass of bourbon.
The bastard child was already furious for the things he overheard Dahlia saying to his oldest sister. Of course, it came out when he spoke. “Whatever Dahlia has on you, you’re never going to lose us,” he growled at Freya. Us as in the siblings. They had an always and forever bond. Their parents? Well who gave a shit about Esther and Mikael? Klaus had given up on them years ago, but he knew some of siblings still cared what that bitch and asshole thought of them.
As for what Dahlia had been referring to? Well Klaus had a pretty good idea. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew his sister liked women. But really, who gave a shit? She was allowed to love whoever she wanted as far as Klaus was concerned. But he knew Esther and Mikael didn’t share the same beliefs, and apparent neither did Dahlia.
Freya should have expected Klaus. Because apparently whenever there was a Dahlia revelation - be it the Dreams or now this - one of her brothers was there. And because it was so fresh in her mind, and all the complicated emotions and memories that came with her aunt, it meant that Freya’s defenses were lowered and she wasn’t nearly as put together as she projected to the world.
Still, she heard the anger. She heard the words and shook her head as she poured herself another glass.
“Yes, well. She has a very annoying ability to break through that knowledge and dig up feelings better left ignored.”
Just as Klaus may know logically that his siblings would be there for him, no matter what, he still was paranoid that they would turn on him. The slightest thing said that he could interpret as proof and there were short words or yelling. It didn’t matter what was known when such strong emotions came into play.
Though annoying ability was an understatement. Freya feared Dahlia, and that fear had increased tenfold thanks to the Dreams. The similarities were far too many for her to be able to compartmentalize. It just made things worse. To just stand there as the woman had grabbed her wrist and drawn blood with her nails. Oh sure it was bandaged now. But she could handle herself. Usually. Just not with Dahlia because she was that scared five year old in the Dreams. That scared nineteen year old in England.
Like his sister, Klaus also tended to ignore his feelings. He just pushed them aside and moved on. However, unlike his sister they tended to resurface, often in the form of rage. He could tell this wasn’t something his sister particularly wanted to talk about, but that didn’t matter. He wanted answers. His sister had spent years with Dahlia, in both worlds. More so in the dreams of course, but she definitely spent enough time with their aunt for Dahlia to do some damage. So unfortunately for Freya, Klaus wasn’t going to let those feelings be ignored.
“What happened?” another growl. He paused. He knew he shouldn’t be talking to Freya in that tone. Especially when she was clearly upset. He was just so pissed for how their aunt had treated her. “With Dahlia,” he continued his tone a bit more calm.
Freya didn’t even have a chance to down the second drink as Klaus demanded to know what had happened with Dahlia. Once again, under normal circumstances, what she was going to say would have stayed locked away but this wasn’t a normal circumstance. No, it was far from normal given she had just run into the woman in question and Klaus had overheard the conversation so it wasn’t like she could pretend it never had happened.
“Which time? Here when every time I had to do something for her and the jabs she made so that by the time I was living with her, she could isolate me and tear down my defenses more because the cracks were already there? How the only time I was able to leave was for classes or errands and when I dared to fall for someone, let alone someone who was female, she got her kicked out of university and said if I said or did anything against her she would turn everyone against me and that I was so desperate by the end of the year that I tried killing myself but again, my weakness would be our secret? All while finding ways to keep me from talking to anyone?”
Because Freya was more than convinced that Dahlia had screened her calls to keep her from talking to her siblings so that she had no one. Finally pausing, she finished off the second glass in one go.
“Or the Dreams where she’s had me since I was five, linked us and only made sure I was okay so she could siphon my power for herself, where she encouraged me to have a child after mother turned the rest of you into vampires so she could have that power because of her deal to make it so our mother wasn’t barren and when I tried to escape, she killed the man I loved and it was only when I tried to kill myself to finally escape her, I find out I can’t die but the child I was carrying did. How I have been running from her for centuries yet because of the spell that allows us to live on, when we’re in a spelled sleep I still have to deal with her.”
Well, that happened. And because it was all so similar in both reality and the dreams, all the issues were compounded. Freya Mikaelson was far from as okay as she presented. Not where Dahlia was concerned.
Klaus listened to everything Freya said. He could feel himself growing angrier and angrier with each sentence. “You did what?” He was honestly concerned, but of course it came out as anger. How could Dahlia do that to Freya? Put her through all that. In both worlds, but especially here. Their dreams were all kinds of fucked up. Esther and Mikael were worse in them, he was worse in them. It was to be expected that Dahlia was evil too. But the things she put Freya through here? When she was back in college. Making her resort to suicide? Klaus was beyond pissed. All he wanted to do was find Dahlia and rip her throat out.
Either Freya didn’t notice the anger, or she just didn’t care. Probably the latter given she was dealing with the fact that Dahlia was here. In Orange County. That after over a decade of moving about to make sure the woman didn’t find her, she simply came home for the holidays. God maybe she shouldn’t have come back after all.
“I tried to kill myself. Failed. She found me and it was one more secret for her to hold over me.”
While Freya was rather matter of fact in the way she spoke about what had happened, she wasn’t exactly proud of the fact. It was simply a thing that had happened. A point she’d been pushed to as she was isolated more and more with comments and jabs and fear instilled in her by her aunt.
How could Dahlia do something like that? Use his sister’s hurting against her. Other than Mikael, Klaus had never felt so much hatred toward someone. She was worse than Esther, but then Esther had to learn it from somewhere. Clearly it was her older sister.
“Freya,” was all he said, his tone soft now. Concerned for his sister. And then the anger was back. “No one should have put you through that.”
Well, in the Dreams, Esther was afraid of Dahlia, and for good reason. It stood to reason she’d be horrible here as well. Though Freya had always been aware of that particular fact. At least, once she had lived with the woman. All the snide comments from her youth had been confusing but ignored. Even so, it was never easy.
And a brief moment of softness and back to anger. Not that Freya wanted pity or any of it. There were reasons she never spoke about what had happened. Okay, the part of her that was afraid that Dahlia might be right in some way. But also because she was the eldest sibling, she didn’t want her siblings to know about it and worry about her.
Too late now, thanks to Dahlia showing up and Freya losing that bit of control she always had.
“No. No one should be put through that.”
Klaus didn’t care about anyone else. All he cared about was Freya. What she had been put through. His big sister. There was no way he would let someone who would do that to her live. No way he would let something like that happen again. Just Dahlia’s presence had upset Freya. She would never have to deal with that again. Not if he had something to say about it.
He couldn’t tell Freya that though. She might try to stop him. That was the problem with morals. And Freya had a lot of them. Even if she hadn’t been too angry when Klaus killed her date. He wasn’t going to chance it now. “I think we are going to need more alcohol,” he said instead. That was the Mikaelson way of dealing with things after all.