Freya Mikaelson is Tired™ (frelsi) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-02-11 07:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, freya mikaelson, niklaus mikaelson |
Who: Freya and Klaus
What: Dealing with dream injuries
When: 11 February
Where: Their house
Warnings: Dream!gunshot wounds
Status: Log | Complete
Another day another stress. Or in this case, ongoing stress and desperate attempts at a locator spell to find a psychotic vampire who was also Klaus’ ex-girlfriend who had the means to kill her siblings. With the added thrill of knowing that she still wasn’t truly seen as one of the family. Perhaps she never would even as she would kill herself to save her siblings if it came down to it.
And as it had seemed the locator spell again had failed, suddenly her pendulum flew into a postcard of New Orleans and...there was Aurora. And blackness. And then a fuzzy feeling of being unable to clear her mind. She felt herself shaking and she was aware of what Aurora was saying (the drugs Tristan would use on Aurora in her so she couldn’t use her magic, how they could have been sisters) but Freya was more focused on killing the bitch to really care.
Or...she could be shot in the stomach and buried alive. And flashes of the prophecy came back to her. So far, all attempts to subvert the prophecy had failed and now it was her turn. But she refused to die. Not like this. And so she asked Finn for help because it wasn’t like she was in the best of states and there was Klaus. Back to the hut and magically diverting a bullet meant for Elijah which knocked her down given her weakened state before Elijah tended to her.
Finally back at home, it seemed Freya had been accepted into the family and it was time to plot the demise of their enemies.
Waking with a struggling breath, Freya sat up and winced, hand to her stomach where she was bleeding. Well. That was just great. Especially as she could feel the drugs in her system from when Aurora had drugged her. No matter. Forcing herself up, Freya stumbled out of her room, hand pressed to her stomach to try and staunch the blood and headed towards the attic. If she could just get to her things she could fix this. Or she could wince and slide down against the wall on the steps up to the attic struggling for breath.
“No no no. C’mon…” It was cold. And she knew that the black spots was a bad sign. Focus, she had to focus.
Klaus was having a dreamless sleep. He hadn’t had any dreams since he left Mystic Falls, although that had been a hell of a lot to dream in one life. He knew there were more coming. He knew he spent time with oldest sister in later dreams, but he had yet to get there. For now though, he was enjoying not dreaming about another life.
The smell of blood woke him up. And then he heard Freya’s labored breathing. The original hybrid shot out of bed running towards the sounds of his sister. He found her on the ground, against the wall on the way to the attic. Without hesitation Klaus bit into his own wrist holding it out in front of Freya’s mouth. “Drink!”
Well, so much for dealing with this without alerting Klaus. Which okay, that was probably a fool’s errand anyway given hybrid senses and the like. But it had been possible he might not have been there and Freya hadn’t exactly been thinking rationally upon waking up. She had just...needed to find a way to deal with the gunshot wound and her first instinct was to try and use magic despite the fact she still wasn’t able to focus because of the drugs in her system.
Now, drinking her brother’s blood should probably been something that gave Freya pause. But thanks to the Dreams, it wasn’t even something new for her. Usually it was Elijah offering his blood but the fact remained that hangovers, or needing strength to do a spell while poisoned or even in the Dream she’d just woken from, drinking of blood was a thing that happened.
So with Klaus holding his wrist to her, Freya grasped it and did as commanded, leaning back against the wall as she felt her breath even and the gunshot wound close up and her clarity of mind return. Well. That had been annoying.
As he watched his sister drink and the wound close up a sense of relief washed over Klaus. Not total relief though. There was still the matter of what the hell just happened. He wasn’t an idiot. It was the first thing in the morning. He knew it had to be dream related. Plus, if someone came in their house and shot Freya he would have heard it. And killed them.
Once he was certain his sister was healed Klaus removed his wrist. “Care to tell me what happened?” he asked his sister.
That was the million dollar question, wasn’t it? Freya wasn’t really the type to go into much detail with the Dreams. She had mentioned the prophecy when she’d woken up with the bloody ear but then Finn had messaged them about killing someone so it had been switching gears to covering up a murder. But beyond that? Still, it was one of those things she couldn’t exactly not answer.
“Aurora happened.”
Which not exactly much to go on, but it was Aurora who had kidnapped, drugged, and shot her before burying her alive. It also wasn’t lost on Freya that despite the fact that Tristan had been dealt with, the prophecy was still in play given she had seen herself buried alive in it.
Ah, Aurora. Klaus hadn’t had many dreams about her. The dreams he had all took place in the Early Centuries, at French court. But she became a vampire so it wasn’t all the surprising that she was still around when Freya came back into their lives. What Klaus did remember of Aurora was that she was batshit. Somehow he had loved her, but the woman was insane. Wanting to become a vampire to the point of tricking Rebekah into giving her blood and then killing herself. And then she rejected him, calling him a monster. And they separated. Niklaus hadn’t heard from her since.
“That bitch.” Klaus spat clearly pissed off. The woman was already a sore subject for him. But when it came to hurting his sister? Of course he was even more pissed off. “What did she do?!” He demanded to know. Yes it was obvious that Freya had been shot. But the details were missing. And although just saying ‘Aurora happened’ could be enough to go on. Klaus needed the details.
Batshit was one way of putting it. God she was insufferable. Her, Tristan and Lucien. Freya would be more than happy for the two not in a shipping container at the bottom of the ocean to just leave New Orleans. But she had a feeling that wouldn’t be happening anytime soon. Because that would be nice and who wanted that? Certainly not the Dreams.
And of course Klaus wanted more information.
“A sibling for a sibling or something like that. We trapped Tristan in a shipping container and dumped him in the ocean, she went underground and then kidnapped me, drugged me so I couldn’t do magic, then shot me and buried me alive to send you on a wild chase and to try and kill Elijah in front of you with a White Oak bullet she made.”
Bloody prophecies.
“I’m sure Tristian deserved it,” Klaus spat when Freya started with the story. Hell the man probably deserved much worse. But Klaus would see for himself he supposed. He just got more pissed as he heard the rest of what Freya had to say. How dare Aurora do that to Freya. No one treated his family that way. However, before he could rage about that Freya mentioned white oak. And well, that was all Klaus could focus on. “Where did she get a white oak bullet!?” he yelled not even trying to control his anger.
Freya would say Tristan deserved it as she had woken up to find Jackson’s heart here. Not to mention the unsettling fact of Evie looking exactly like Hayley and illogical worry from that. But that was beside the point. Especially as Klaus was focused on the White Oak. “Apparently there was a chess piece made of the White Oak you had. I don’t actually know though. I went from the Dream with us locking Tristan away to this one where I had apparently been searching for Aurora for days because she had herself blocked by a witch with ties to the Strix after getting it.”
The how and all of that? She didn’t know or understand. So not only were the Dreams annoying with things crossing over, but sometimes there wasn’t even all the information on hand.
That was a lot to take in. While Klaus was now pissed as well as paranoid about the white oak, he had a feeling it was something he was going to have to dream for himself to fully understand. So frustrating! How could white oak still exist? He had gotten rid of all of it. Why would he keep one as a fucking chess piece?
Even while his mind was churning with all the thoughts, something else Freya said earlier sunk in. Aurora had drugged her. “What do you mean drugged?!” Klaus suddenly snapped. “Did that carry over too?” She was healed from the gunshot wound thanks to his blood, bringing a bit of relief. But drugged? He wasn’t sure his blood could cure that.
That was the annoying part about the Dreams. Sometimes you just had to wait and dream them yourself because not everyone would have all the answers. Especially for someone like Klaus who needed to know everything at all times because of his paranoia. Freya could really only know what she had dreamt and maybe what she picked up in terms of things said.
But then the question about being drugged.
“Mm. Anti-psychotics or mood stabilizer from what I can tell. She said it was what Tristan would give her for her episodes. Making it very hard to focus. As for carrying over, it felt like it had but I seem better able to focus now.” So it wasn’t like it was going to be a permanent issue.
Honestly, it didn’t surprise Klaus that Aurora needed mood stabilizers. At least from what he remembered of her from the dreams. It also didn’t surprise him that she would use them on someone else. She had just been that nuts. But his sister? How dare she! “Are you sure?!” Yeah, Freya wouldn’t be leaving his sight for the rest of the day.
It took a special sort of patience to deal with Klaus when he was in one of his paranoid over protective modes. Which apparently waking up drugged and shot would lead to. Because of course it did. Which meant either having a brother who was going to stalk her around the county or stay in. Neither of which sounded thrilling but she would need to look at her schedule to see if she was desperately needed at work or not. “Yes, I’m sure.”
So it was just remaining calm. Was she annoyed by the events of the dreams? Of course she was. Freya didn’t take kindly to people going after her family and the whole waking up shot and drugged thing really the last thing she needed. But such was life in Orange County apparently. And she was used to pushing things aside and focusing and being calm as it was usually needed for work as it was.
“I’m going to have to see that to believe it,” Klaus replied. He was sure his sister knew what he meant. This wasn’t the first time Niklaus Mikaelson spent the day keeping an eye on his sister.