I was running through the dark streets of New Orleans. Nothing but the long white gown I woke up in.
I slept a year. A whole bloody year of deep slumber as the darkness surrounded me. Nothing but me and my dreams.
I dreamt of my family a lot; How it would be to meet them. I had heard stories about the beast, he was my half brother Niklaus, a hybrid. Half werewolf, Half vampire. I had heard how my father despised him and hunted him and my siblings for centuries. That was not the beloved man I knew.
I longed to meet my family one day. Only ever seeing them from afar. Of course I knew Finn as a child, the day my Aunt Daliha stole me from my family.
As I ran I had know idea where I was going but I knew I could not stop. I woke about two days ago and had been running ever since. I took advantage of the minute I woke up before Daliha, I ran as far as I could and with the help of my magic I had stayed hidden but I knew I could not stop. She would not be far behind and I could tell she was angry, I felt it; it was one of the 'peaks' of being linked.
In approximately 362 days I knew I would enter my lonely slumber again but for now I wanted to make the most of every second. Hopefully get to meet my family.
Another thing: I was pregnant. It was a sweet baby boy. I should have given birth by now but because of the sleep I entered I hadn't. I didn't understand how my baby survived but of course Daliha wanted the firstborn, she would make sure the spell didn't harm my child. I would NEVER let her get to my baby though.
Running in my condition wasn't ideal but I knew what I needed to do. I had already watched as Dailha killed the baby's father. I knew I needed to save my child.
The sound of a twig snapping made me jump. I quickly turned to run in the opposite direction but as I did I found myself colliding with a solid figure. I nearly stumbled back but a pair of arms held me firmly in place.
"My, my what do we have here?" a new voice sounded. I looked to where the sound came from. I saw a young woman, blood dripping from her chin, a menacing smile spread across her features. Only the light of the street lamps above us shone.
"Well hello love" the person holding me in his grip turned me to face him. His eyes glowing as he smirked at me, bringing his lips to my neck he inhaled deeply. I could feel his fangs drop as they scrapped my neck. I sucked in a sharp breath as I shut my eyes, ready to throw him off of me using my magic.
"Lucien, you will share won't you?" the woman asked as she prowled towards us.
His eyes met mine before he looked at the woman and spoke "We don't want her" his eyes travelled back to mine, he looked down at my stomach before letting out a low growl.
"Come on Lucien, why not?" the woman's fangs dropped as she got closer and closer to us. She ran, suddenly right in front of me. Fear seemed to grip me as I remained still. I couldn't do anything but watch as the woman bared her fangs at me. She grabbed me forcefully "She's a witch" the guy said. He pulled me from her grip and shoved me away "Get out of here" he yelled. I stood unmoved as I watched this Lucien guy give the woman a look of warning.
Suddenly I felt myself being thrown back then I felt... nothing.
The soft material under me made me realise I was now in someone's penthouse. Apparently this Lucien guy had brought me back here as he now stood watching over me with an unreadable expression on his face.
"Freya Mikaelson" he said as we stared at each other. I jumped up from the couch and backed away as I watched him approach me. A crazed look in his eyes.