The Mikaelson Compound...
Elijah and Freya entered into the living room of the compound together, Elijah with his hand on Freya's back, guiding her into the room. Elijah then stood off to the side, while Freya approached Kol, who was sitting on the couch. Klaus, meanwhile, sat on a stool next to the wooden bar inside the room, a mostly empty glass in his right hand.
Freya smiled at Kol as she looked down at him. "Kol, didn't expect to see you again before midnight."
"You and me both, sister. I'm afraid the circumstances are a bit dire though," Kol replied, giving her a smile in return.
With that, Freya sat herself down next to Kol on the couch, making herself comfortable. Klaus looked over to Elijah, annoyed that his older brother went against his wishes in involving Freya with the Rebekah crisis.
"You all needn't worry," Freya stated, looking over at Kol, then at Klaus, or more accurately Klaus' back since his body was turned away from her, and finally at Elijah. "Elijah explained the problem to me. And I believe I can help."
"Rather confident, aren't we?" Klaus muttered loudly, making sure Freya would hear him.
Freya looked back at Klaus, not understanding the attitude he was giving her. She scoffed, and redirected her attention at Kol, turning her body to face him. "I'm given to understand that you prepped Eva Sinclair's body to be used as a vessel for Rebekah's spirit while you were inside the body you're in right now?" Freya asked. Kol nodded, a little annoyed at the constant reminding from his siblings, including the sibling he hardly knew. "Eva Sinclair's spirit may be powerful. And no doubt she knows that Rebekah means something to this family, she won't give up Rebekah's soul willingly. Fortunately, I happen to know of a spell that could give us Rebekah back without giving Eva a say in the matter. Unfortunately, the spell I have in mind, would place Rebekah's soul back in her original body and kill Eva Sinclair."
Kol gave Freya a nervous look. "Slight problem with that plan. The problem being that last night our girl Eva slit the throat of one child, and was responsible for the disappearance of another. I'm certain this child is still alive, and so is Davina. Needless to say she's going to be pretty upset with me if we kill Eva before finding out where this kid is. And for that matter, so will the witches of New Orleans. Who already aren't happy with me for taking over the body of Kaleb Westphall. Such a resentful bunch they are."
"Alright, we'll just get the location of this missing child out of her before we kill her," Freya replied, seemingly not phased by what Kol just told her.
"You make it sound so easy," Klaus mused.
Freya rolled her eyes. "I know the reputation that this family has. Both you," Freya said, looking over at Klaus, who turned around and finally looked at her. "And Kol have shed so much blood over the thousand years you've both been alive. Surely you guys must know a thing or two about torture-"
"You would be surprised," Elijah added.
A sly grin appeared on Klaus' face. "You might say we're something of experts when it comes to making people talk. That being said, I'm not harming the body that my beloved sister currently inhabits. Out of the question. We can't even be certain your spell will look, all we have is your word."
"I expected you to be so difficult Niklaus. Your reputation preceeds you," Freya said, slipping off the couch and walking towards Klaus, stopping a couple of feet away from him while Klaus smiled at her mockingly. "But, if we are to save Rebekah, and later face Dahlia together, you will have to trust me," Freya paused. "Can you not at least give me a chance to prove myself in your eyes?"
"Trusting others blindly, is what gets you killed," Klaus responded harshly. "Rebekah once trusted a man who later attempted to dagger our entire family. Fortunately, being a hybrid the dagger had no effect on me. Our siblings weren't so lucky."
Kol and Elijah seemed disturbed by the reminder of their sister's mistake that she made back nine hundred years ago that resulted in all of them being daggered except for Klaus.
"Fun fact," Klaus continued. "That was our family's first encounter with the White Oak Daggers. I had to take the daggers out of Rebekah, Elijah, and Kol.. Finn I left the dagger in. Didn't take it out for nine hundred years, and even then it was Elijah who finally took the damn thing out. I would have left it in indefinitely if I could've."
Freya looked at Klaus incredulously. She then turned around to address both Elijah and Kol, while Klaus turned to face the bar, looking away. "I know I appear as an outsider, but I have dreamt of you all for a thousand years," Freya started, walking towards Elijah. "Elijah – when you were in Esther's womb, she would ask me to sing to you and I would feel her belly as she did," Freya smiled warmly at Elijah, who looked back at her stoically. "How you would kick. She would say it was as if Thor himself had raised his hammer-"
"And summoned thunder and lightning," Elijah interrupted, finishing her sentence for her with a small smile on his face. "Mother rarely mentioned you, but when she did, she would say how enchanted you were with the prospect of my birth."
Kol rolled his eyes dramatically, not one for the sentimental. Freya turned around and started walking towards Kol. "I wanted more brothers, and sisters. I liked the idea of having a big family. I remember when I first met you, Kol, back on that street corner in 1914. When you introduced yourself to me... it was hard to contain my excitement, knowing that this was my brother, standing before me. I'm sorry I gave you an alias. But I wasn't ready to tell you. Not then."
Kol smiled awkwardly at her. He was still getting over the fact that he had taken his sister as a date to his family's christmas party back in 1914. Of course it was before he had no idea who she really was but somehow that didn't make him feel any better about it.
"I was ruined by those who raised me," Freya lamented. "If nothing else, at least we have that in common," Freya continued, looking over to Klaus, who still had his back turned to her.
The Claire Tomb/Kol's Playhouse...
Davina had her cell phone in her hand, waiting for a text from Kol anxiously. The large knife that Kol had out earlier was currently laying on a table inside the crypt. Eva was still bound to a wooden chair, with no obvious way to escape, to her frustration.
"So, you're a Harvest girl right?" Eva asked, attempting to make conversation with Davina. But Davina ignored her. "You must have some incredible power at your fingertips. I wonder why you don't do more with it."
Davina was looking more anxious by the minute, and Eva rolled her eyes, knowing who she was waiting for. "Kind of odd if you ask me. A harvest girl dating a former original vampire. From what I understand, the originals have been around for centuries. You ever wonder just how much blood your boyfriend spilled?"
"Shut up," Davina muttered.
"I know you have. See, you're judging me for my crimes, yet you don't judge Kol for his. Explain to me why."
Davina lifted her head, looking at Eva instead of her cell phone's screen. "Kol didn't have a say in becoming a vampire. And as a vampire, Kol was a completely different person. Before he turned he wasn't a killer. And now that he's no longer a vampire, he no longer kills innocent people. What's your excuse?"
Eva laughed. "Is that what he's told you? And even then, the corruption that vampirism does to the soul, it leaves a stain that can never be cleaned. Your boyfriend is still a monster at heart, sweetie. But then I don't think I have to tell you that. I imagine you already know. Unless you actually believe in the rubbish you're saying. In which case you're a bigger fool than what I originally took you for."
Davina put her cellphone in her pant pocket, walking over to Eva and approaching her. "I won't kill you. If only because Rebekah's soul is still inside you. But as soon as Kol gets his sister out of you, there is nothing to stop me from slitting your throat. Until then, I know of a few spells that could do you harm without killing you. How would you like to be blind? Or deaf? Or both?"
Eva laughed once more, unable to take Davina's threats seriously. "I doubt a girl your age knows such spells. You're, what seventeen?"
"I happen to have a teacher who's a thousand. He's spent his whole life studying magic. He's traveled from continent to continent, country to country, village to village. And there's a lot of his grimoires and spellbooks here. Do you really wanna try me?"
"Might as well. Got nowhere to be except strapped down to this chair, wondering when you and Kol are going to finally do away with me. I can't very well make any attempts to escape with these shackles negating my magic. Oh, I have a question, do you know a Vincent Griffith perhaps?"
"Why do you ask?"
"He's my husband. He stabbed me in the back once he saw my not so pleasant side. I can't help but wonder what's become of him. Hopefully the wanker's good and dead."
The Mikaelson Compound...
Klaus and Freya were now alone inside the living room of the compound, Elijah and Kol having left only moments ago. Klaus was still sitting on his stool at the bar while Freya remained on the couch, looking somewhat uncomfortable. "You know, while your melodramatic tales did interest me," Klaus began, grabbing Freya's attention. Klaus turned around on his stool, looking over at Freya. "I suspect you were not entirely forthcoming. You're hiding something Freya. I want to know what. You come into our lives, with talk of wanting to be part of this family, after previously siding with Finn and working alongside Mikael, the man who not only tried to kill me countless times, but also made an attempt or two on Elijah's life. I don't understand."
Freya looked surprised at the mention of her father attacking Elijah. "The Finn and Mikael you know, those aren't the men I knew. Father loved Finn and I with all of his heart, he was a good man when I knew him. And Finn, was an innocent child. He was such a sweet boy. I knew a lot had changed in the thousand years we had been separated... but I hadn't imagined them becoming.. the monsters you described. Granted, Finn might have been have half as cruel if it weren't for you keeping him in a box for nine centuries. But I want to believe that all hope is not lost. That I can help undo the centuries of damage done to them and the damage done to this family."
Klaus rolled his eyes. "I'm going to ask one more time, then I'm going to get violent. What are you hiding Freya?"
"You want to know why I hate Dahlia as much as I do?" Freya asked, tears forming in her eyes. She looked away from Klaus and stared down at the floor, avoiding his gaze. Klaus got up from the stool he was sitting on, walking over towards the couch and sitting himself down next to her. "It all goes back to a man. His name was Matthias. He was another witch, but he had only half the power I did. We knew each other for one perfect year in the early 1400s. I loved him more than anything," tears were now freely streaming down Freya's cheeks as she continued telling her story. "And Dahlia allowed me to love him."
"Of course," Klaus replied. "She wanted you to bear her another first-born."
"I," Freya paused, nearly choking on her words. "I broke my vow and gave into love. And my love for Matthias, led to the darkest moment of my life. The day when I tried to steal from Dahlia that which she wanted most."
Klaus was intrigued. "And what, precisely, was that?"
Freya looked up at Klaus, struggling to hold back more tears. "My son," she replied weakly, her voice breaking. Freya tried to wipe away the tears from her face with her hand. "Matthias only wanted our son to be born free. He stood up to Dahlia, and Dahlia cursed him to die, placing a very similar hex upon him to the one that Finn placed on Kol. I was only five months along in my pregnancy when Matthias died."
"What happened next?" Klaus asked quietly.
"I knew that I'd never be free of Dahlia, that my child, my son would be born a slave. Damned to live out the same life I did. To spare us both the horrors of the life I'd known, I took a bottle of Dahlia's strongest poison," Freya went on. "I wanted to die, knowing only death would release me from my pain. But Dahlia knew that my death was never an option. That was the day I learned I could never die. My life, just like my pain would last forever. My son... he died inside of me when I ingested the poison, even though I lived."
For a moment, Klaus looked at Freya with sympathy, troubled by her story. But that moment was brief, and Klaus shook his head, forcing down his emotions. "Dahlia took my freedom, she stole me away from my family, she killed the love of my life, and if that wasn't enough... she took my son from me too," Freya looked at Klaus angrily, her face stained with tears. "Is that the truth you wanted to hear, brother?"
"Whether I believe you or not, is no matter," Klaus replied, Freya sighing with exhaustion, rolling her eyes. "You told that tale to garner my sympathy! Thinking the shared plight of a child in danger would bond us. But I will not be, manipulated!"
Freya got off the couch, getting to her feet and staring down at Klaus. "Whatever you so choose Niklaus, one certain truth remains – Dahlia is coming. With me in your corner, you stand a chance at defeating her. Without me, she will take your daughter, and kill both you and Hayley without giving it a second thought at the very least."
"Are you quite finished?" Klaus snapped, getting up as well and standing right in front of Freya, who remained unintimidated. "If there is to be an alliance between us, it will be one of my design. And if you ever try to control me again, I will see to it that you spend the rest of your immortal life regretting it. Do you understand, sister?!"
Freya was fuming. "Then go ahead, leave. I already have Elijah and Rebekah's trust, and I am not going anywhere. But, if I were you, brother, I would rethink your alliances as you go forward."
Klaus sneered. "So nothing can kill you? A bold claim if you ask me," Klaus taunted. Before Freya could respond, Klaus quickly placed his hands around Freya's head and snapped her neck like a twig in one quick motion. Klaus allowed Freya's body to drop to the floor, a satisfied look on his face.
The Bell Tower of the St. Louis Cathedral
Finn's unconscious body was laying up against a wall, perfectly still, when his eyelids suddenly opened. He was awake. He searched the room with his eyes, not getting to his feet just yet, looking for Freya. But she was nowhere to be seen. He felt a little disoriented, the last thing he remembered was Freya uttering the word "sleep". And then it hit him. He was in the cemetery when Freya said that, now he was in the Bell Tower. How long had his sister put him to sleep for?
Author's Note: So this is the second last chapter of my alternate episode 16. I know there was only five chapters for the last episode, sorry I'm dragging this on a bit, but I don't want to make the chapters too long. Sorry for the typo last chapter but it has since been fixed. If anyone has any questions regarding the story so far, please feel free to ask.
Thank you to everyone whose written reviews, and favourited and/or followed this story. Oh and some of you may have noticed the year that one of the flashbacks took place in chapter 8 I think has changed from 992 A.D. to 1004. I've been conversing with Dante 101, who suggested the change to me to make the story seem more plausible. I promise I won't be going back and make huge changes to the story though, just this little one to help add to the story. Hope everyone enjoys this chapter.
