Freya Mikaelson is Tired™ (frelsi) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-03-05 22:38:00 |
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It was one of the nights when Freya found herself staying with Finn as opposed to home. Sometimes she just needed a break and Evie was busy with work things. Besides, with the last Dream she’d had showing how desperate Finn was in needing an out, the self hatred… well, she was worried about her brother. She was just relieved that he was doing better so she could actually be with him in person. They may have spent years separated because of work but he was still her first friend.
Eventually though, sleep was a necessary and so Freya had gone to the spare room. And while she had hoped that she would be free of any pesky Dreams, that was not the case. Because of course it wasn’t. In it, there had been what seemed hours upon hours of driving. She had lost count. All Freya knew was that she was drained and angry. Lucien had always been a smug creep.
First he bled her, then forced Vincent (well the Ancestors were behind that one) to do a spell…. Oh how hatred warped and twisted people. Lucien sounded mad, and he would always be a cheap replica…. But she could see his plan. Then Elijah and Finn and some cop showed up. Pain. There was more pain as the bullet pierced her chest and lung.
“He wanted you to kill him.”
It was chaotic, she had no idea just what Lucien had become and she was still weak even with Elijah’s blood healing her. But then Finn was bit and Lucien left after she did a barrier spell and it was back to New Orleans, more hours of travel as her brother suffered. Along with Kol being Kol and bitter and angry and why wasn’t Klaus’ blood working?! The pain of losing Finn cut Freya deeply and all she wanted to do was mourn him after they had spread his ashes and yet Hayley came with news. A hybrid made of the seven werewolf lines….
Waking up, Freya could only feel the heartbreak and grief of losing her brother.
“Finn…”
She wasn’t aware of (or didn’t care) that it seemed the bite on her wrist that had been used by Lucien to drain her blood or the gun shot to her chest had crossed over, the coldness and weakness from loss of blood. There was only one thing that mattered. Making sure that Finn was alive. Getting up, that singular drive allowed the witch to stumble out of the guest room to where her brother was.
“You’re okay, thank god…” And seeing that Finn was okay, Freya fell against the door frame and slid down against it, breathing labored as she felt blood in her lungs. Oh right. She’d been shot and her blood drained.
It had been a little over two months since Finn had woken up as a vampire, courtesy of the dreams, and while he had spent most of the first month loathing what he had become, he had made the decision that, while he still hated the fact that he was now a vampire, he had needed to gain control of himself and his new abilities. He had reached out to the other vampires in Orange County and after spending some time with Stefan and his friend Lexi, he had slowly begun to gain enough control over the bloodlust that he was able to go back to work properly.
Perhaps it had also helped that he had begun to dream again and as the centuries passed he became stronger and gained even more control. He had also found a reason to enjoy his eternal life when he’d met Sage and turned her. He finally saw a future that didn’t revolve around his siblings and he was happy.
Tonight Finn wasn’t dreaming, which may have been why he awoke so easily or it could have been the scent of blood that had done it, but before Freya had reached the floor, he was at her side, “Freya….what happened?” He could tell, even without turning on the light that her injury was bad and he felt his pulse rise with fear, which was a strange thing to even still be aware of as a vampire.
Biting his wrist, he brought it up to Freya’s lips, knowing that his blood should be able to heal her, “Freya, drink.”
Honestly, Freya could do without all the dream injury crossover and making her siblings worry. Especially given her main concern was Finn given he had died in her last Dream. His soul fused to his body so she couldn’t even save his spirit to find him a body. It was painful. But she didn’t exactly have the time to worry about all of that now that she knew Finn was alive (relatively speaking) and well here as she was losing blood and about to choke on it.
So she took the offered wrist and drank. Again. Something that should seem horrifying and yet was just...normal for her. Admittedly mostly in the Dreams, but Klaus had needed to do the same only weeks before.
Still, she could feel the blood begin to heal her, which made breathing easier and focus more of a thing and once she was sure it’d been enough (sad how she even knew that), she pulled her lips away from Finn’s wrist. Another close call, all thanks to these blasted Dreams. Yet she still had that feeling of dread. The hollowness even with Finn right there.
Had this been about a month and a half earlier, Finn didn’t think that he would have been able to control himself around so much blood and he tried not to think of the fact that he just might have made this situation worse from being overwhelmed by the scent. As it was, he was using ever ounce of willpower as well as what Lexi and Stefan had taught him, to focus on the matter at hand and that was helping Freya.
When she finally pushed his arm away, he looked her over, his sight sharpened from being a vampire, allowing him to see more clearly in the dark than she would be able to, “Are you alright? How’re you feeling now?” He wanted to get her off the floor and into a chair or something, but he didn’t want to move her until she was ready.
“Better, thank you. Honestly I’m done with the whole waking up shot thing.” Because really now. It was a very annoying trend as of late. At least she hadn’t woken up poisoned after the whole saving the world thing from February, just sore and feeling the effects of the Dream!Poison. The joys of being a Mikaelson in the Dreams apparently.
“Jesus Christ. You were shot?” There was so much blood and her wound was likely already healed that there was no way for Finn to know where she had been shot, in the dreams. “Do you think you can stand?” He wanted to get her off the floor and make sure that she was alright after everything she had endured over the last few minutes.
“Yeah.” And it was a complicated story and one she didn’t really know how to get into. Especially since technically Finn had shot her to shoot Lucien since it was known he and Elijah could heal her. And she was still more distressed about what happened after she’d been shot and healed. “But yeah, I can stand.”
And as getting off the floor would be nice now that she was focused, Freya pushed herself up. A bit dizzy from the movement but it quickly passed.
Finn stayed close, assisting Freya as she got to her feet, “As if I weren’t already over these fucking dreams; this just adds to how much I’m over them.” Finn could deal with the dreams changing them, but to then allow injuries such as this to transfer over, Finn didn’t even want to think about what could have happened had Freya been alone when this happened. “Do you want to talk about it?”
Freya was usually pretty good about compartmentalizing the dreams and everything that came with them. Usually. Even the injuries she could manage. But other times? Other times it was a lot more complicated. Before it was dealing with Dahlia because of everything that had happened in here with her aunt. Seeing Hayley tortured and drugged had been unsettling given her identical appearance to Evie. But Finn dying? That was way too upsetting and hanging over her.
“Not really.” Because Freya never wanted to talk about the things that were upsetting her. She took her position as the eldest sibling very seriously. That and there was always something else going on that pushed it all to the side. Sighing, Freya just sank into a chair once they were away from the door and somewhere to sit.
Finn respected the fact that Freya didn’t want to talk about her dreams and he wasn’t going to push her to do it. “Alright. Do you want something to eat or drink?” While his blood healed her, she had lost a lot of blood and she’d need to replenish it. Right now he would worry about Freya and once he was sure that she was going to be absolutely fine, he’d clean up her blood inside his bedroom door.
Freya was grateful that Finn wasn’t pushing it. As much as she loved Klaus, sometimes she just didn’t want to answer the demanded questions. She knew that in cases like this it came from a place of worry and needing to protect her. But how was she supposed to say that she had watched Finn die, her first friend, and had been powerless to stop it? So instead she focused on the question.
“Orange juice if you have it.” She knew it was good for dealing with blood loss because of the vitamins and replenishing white blood cell counts. So even if she was still cold (though if it was from what she had seen or the blood loss she didn’t know), she knew that if she was going to have anything, orange juice was the important.
Finn nodded and went to the kitchen. He was still a little shaken at waking up to find Freya bleeding like that and he wanted to know what had happened, but he had a feeling that he’d find out eventually; one way or another.
Pouring a glass of juice, he headed back to his room where he’d left Freya. He wondered if he should call Klaus or Kol, but decided he’d wait because Freya might not have wanted them to know anything had happened yet.
Oh Finn would definitely find out about what had happened and Freya wasn’t looking forward to that. Because if the bite crossed over… No. She refused to think about that and so help her, she would find a way to cure that bite before it ever became an issue here. She had to. Even if there wasn’t a way in the Dreams. Somehow, Freya would find a way to keep Finn from dying here as well.
Letting the others know would probably be a good idea. Klaus and his paranoia about being left out of things and Kol would probably want to know as well. She had no idea where he was in the Dreams, but that didn’t exactly matter at the moment.
Finn brough Freya the glass of juice and waited a few minutes, watching her to make sure she really was alright. He focused on the heartbeat, wanting to make sure that the rhythm was strong and wasn’t irregular. “How’re you feeling?”
Taking the juice, Freya sipped it and then just remained as she was. Her heartbeat was indeed back to regular, but it was more just dealing with the loss of blood now. “Better. Tired and cold, but that’s normal for blood loss injuries. I’m fine though. I promise.” Because Freya knew her brothers, they worried and she did the same for them. It was just the way it was.
“I just hate to think about what might have happened had you not been here tonight,” Finn sighed then moved to his closet and took out a hoodie then handed it to Freya, “Why don’t you warm up and just rest there while I clean up.” There was no way he was going to be able to get back to sleep with his sister’s blood all over the threshold of his bedroom door and at the same time, he didn’t want to take his eyes off her.
“Klaus would have handled it.” The only way it would have really been an issue would be if she’d been home alone because Klaus was out doing something or possibly if she’d been at Evie’s. As it was though, with three vampire brothers and the fact that she lived with one of them? It really wouldn’t have been an issue. Even if she would prefer not getting used to this sort of thing. Instead she just took the offered hoodie and nodded. “That sounds good.” Mostly because she didn’t have the energy to do much else at the moment. While Finn seemed to be focusing on the fact that at least she was alive, for Freya? She was focusing on the fact that Finn was at least alive and determined to find a way to cure the Beast Bite. Just in case it became necessary.