Summary: Set in S4x13, if Kol did not appear in time, what would be the fate of Freya?
A/N: For the past months, I've been chatting with some really wonderful folks of a forum and would like to surprise them by materializing one of the scenes that was brought up. Hopefully, its an enjoyable read.
She gently stirred and blinked to find herself on the ground and in the arms of her wolf lover.
"Freya, thank goodness!" Keelin supported Freya on her back and gently helped her to a sitting position. Freya blinked a couple of times as she tried to focus and sit up. She squinted her eyes as the glaring sunlight shone into the room and was overwhelmed by a multitude of never before new experiences. For a brief moment when her eyes closed, she could hear footsteps pacing in the compound and a mix of voices that sounded familiar but they receded into a distant murmur when she tried to focus. Her head spun and her there was a throbbing pain in the head as she focused.
"Freya?" there was a pause as Keelin gave her dizzy lover some time to adjust.
"Freya?" Keelin called out once again and squinted her brows worryingly.
"Please, please, please, tell me that you are you," Keelin's voice shook as she pleaded.
"You promised that it's going to be okay. Freya, please tell me you are," she continued her pleas.
"Hey," Freya managed to utter.
"Hey, I'm okay," Freya returned a reassuring smile. "I just feel a little different."
Freya got onto her feet with some support from Keelin.
"And before I forget…Here, put this on" Keelin pulled out a beautiful ring from one of her side pockets and slid it onto Freya's fourth right finger.
"Good, it fits perfectly. I'm so glad that you're okay," Keelin heaved a sigh of relief and hugged her.
The ringing sensations that involuntarily ran through Freya's head was pushed to the back of her mind as she was comforted by a familiar scent and warmth touch. Freya rested her painful head on Keelin's shoulders and savoured the lovely scent of her wolf lover, enjoying every single moment as she wrapped her arms around her lover's waist. Keelin's warmth reminded her of the warm summer Sun, that she was still alive, that she still had Keelin by her side.
Losing my house, family, and ability to cast magic doesn't seem so bad after all now that I have Keelin with me.
The wolf lover was nothing but supportive when she explained her decision moments earlier. Freya closed her eyes and relaxed. She could feel Keelin's strong protective arms still wrapped tightly around her reassuringly. She could stay in her embrace forever as time seemed to have stopped.
"Hope! We have to save her. There's no time to waste," Freya panicked and she broke the arm wrap that Keelin had around her. Time was the essence and they had to get Hope back. The day's events returned as she recalled her encounter with the Hollow, Hope's possession and her very reason for turning.
"I need to complete the transition. I need to save Hope," there was determination in Freya's tone and she looked around the room frantically. She took a glass cup and was just about to move when Keelin took the cup from her. Freya tried to snatch the cup back but Keelin did not bulge.
"Freya, did you not forget what we have agreed on? You agreed to let me help!"
Keelin cupped Freya's cheeks with her palms and looked into Freya's green alluring eyes.
"Let me help," Keelin continued, "Let me help to complete the transition. I'm not useless you know."
Freya smiled and gently grabbed both Keelin's palms. "My brothers keep blood pack in the chiller fridge, get me one?" Freya smiled weakly as the throbbing pain in the head was back and she attempted to mask the discomfort that she was experiencing.
"No Freya, you promised to do it my way," Keelin tightly clenched Freya's hands as she spoke.
Freya recalled earlier where she and Keelin had a discussion and where Keelin wanted to be part of it; where she wanted to help even if it meant administering the injection. Initially Freya suggested a few magical ways to end her mortality and even some natural ones but they were all deemed as brutal or painful to Keelin. In the end, her wolf lover managed to convince Freya to go along with the injection option though it was the most foreign to her.
Keelin wrapped her arms around Freya and gently pulled her over. She tightened her arms around her waist and leaned her head against her toned shoulder.
Dup-Dup Dup-Dup Dup-Dup Dup-Dup
Freya could hear the steady heartbeat of her wolf lover where every beat was strong and with vigour. Keelin's warmth breathe beat against her neck. With each breathe, the sensation became more intense. The urges became instinctual, the need to feed suddenly became real. Freya's face distorted and her veins protruded around her eyes, turning it into a blood-shot sclera. She caught her reflection in the glass panel of the window and fear struck her.
Nooooo! What will Keelin think when she sees me like this? I can't let her see me like this.
Freya found to recover as she fought her urges. She tried to put some distance and to pry open Keelin's grab but failed as her wolf lover was adamant in hugging her tight. Only when Freya realised that Keelin had not noticed her distorted look that she felt slightly better.
"Freya…," Keelin whispered softly to Freya.
Keelin swept her hair to the other side of her shoulders and closed the distance between them. She grabbed Freya around the waist and pulled her in more tightly. Their bodies touched and Freya could feel the warmth, the lovely scent and every heartbeat of her wolf lover. She could almost savoured her as she was so close.
"It's going to be okay, I'm not afraid," Keelin finished her sentence.
The words hit Freya hard when she finally understood Keelin's intentions.
"Keelin? No, stop! I don't want to hurt you…" but before Freya could finish her sentence, Keelin clasped Freya's cheeks and planted a kiss. Their lips touched and Keelin slowly pulled herself away, releasing her hands. Tears rolled down Freya's distorted face and she looked at Keelin with her blood shot eyes. She had involuntarily transformed into her vampire form, one that was hungry for blood, when their lips touched.
"Keelin, don't leave me please," the words came out before she glanced shamefully to the ground.
"Look at me Freya," Keelin calmly said.
"Freya Mikaelson, look at me," she repeated, this time with a little force in her voice as she grabbed Freya's hand.
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm here for you Freya. You better not try to run away and to exclude me from helping you anymore. That's final! End of discussion." Keelin's fingers stroked Freya's palms just as she finished her sentence. Freya immediately broke into a smile as it reminded her of their last encounter where she spelled Keelin immediately after. However for this time, no spell was cast.
That day, Freya's transition into a vampire went smoothly. In the end, they came to a compromise and Freya sipped on Keelin's blood from a regular cup.