Summary: Continuation of The Transition where Freya was turned into a vampire to save Hope as Kol did not turn up.

A/N: Hey all, I decided to continue to play with the "what if" Freya turned possibility and will be coming up with one shots to kill time while waiting for season 5. This is a painful chapter to write but I hope that you'll enjoy reading. Thanks for the feedbacks for the previous chapter and keep them coming.

It has been a while since she ran with all her might.

A fortnight ago, the cold wind beat across her cheeks as she sprang like never before. Sprinting was never her forte, she had done a bit of it in the past when escaping from Dahlia in the woods but never at such speed. There was a throbbing pain in her head as she sped against the cold wind that beat against her cheeks. The pain in her head lasted for a short while but little did she expect herself to be haunted by voices in her head. She could not make out what the voice was saying as it was distant and muffled, like a broken down recorder playing a sound track that she could not make out of. There were breaks in between the voices that rang in her head and she thought she heard screams even. The commotion and noises ongoing in her head was something that she could make no sense of and couldn't be bothered to make sense of. However, one thing was certain for her. The further she sped away from the compound, the softer the noises in her head became. Encouraged by the relief, she sped with all her might as quickly as possible.

She continued to run till she could hear the voices no more before stopping by the roadside. She treaded some distance till she reached a junction. It took a while for her to realize that her phone was vibrating in her back pocket before she pulled out to answer.

"Hello, Freya?"

"Keelin?" she responded to the familiar voice.

"Where are you?" the voice asked.

She did not have a destination in mind when she ran, she took no notice of the direction that she was heading and of the route that she took. The vehicles continued to pass while she processed her location.

"I don't know…" she searched for a land mark that she could describe.

"…But the Welcome to New Orleans board is right in front of me."

"Okay, got it. Stay there, I'm coming for you," the voice replied.

That was exactly a fortnight ago.

"A penny for your thoughts?" A pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist from her back. She could feel her lover's body warmth and sweet scent filled the air. She felt assured and safe whenever she was in her lover's arms. The peek on the back shoulder melted her and she could bask in her arms all day if given a choice. She clasped her wolf lover's palms and milked the moment. However it turned out to be a mistake as a sudden insatiable urge for blood shot right through her when she let her guard down; her face distorted involuntarily and her eyes turning a bloodshot red.

Freya broke free from Keelin's arms and distance herself. Her eyes automatically darted to the corner of the room as she hung her head low.

"I'm sorry Keelin, I just suddenly felt the urge…"

"This hunger for blood, it's there…"

"I've never been so hungry before, this hunger…" she shook.

"Everything that I'm familiar with seems unfamiliar suddenly," she bit her lower lips to stop the tears from rolling.

"Freya, you're going to be okay," Keelin cupped her cheeks and gently lifted her head till their glances met.

"Trust me okay?" she continued. "Your emotions are amplified and you're still adjusting. Give yourself some time," Keelin rubbed her shoulders as she spoke.

"Calm down and breathe," Keelin took a few steps back and motioned her to watch.

"Follow my lead!" she said.

She watched as her wolf lover inhaled a huge breath of air, tried to hold her breath, failed, and choked in the progress.

A smile broke across her face.

Keelin smiled and stroked Freya's cheeks. "Don't worry so much, you'll be okay."

"Now, will you be able to take care of yourself while I'm away?" Keelin asked.

Freya glanced at the clock across the room and nodded.

"How long will you be gone?" she asked.

"I've been assigned a few 12 hours shift as a welcome aboard gesture. I'll be back in 2 days' time for a day and then be gone for another 2 days. Will you really be alright by yourself?" Keelin continued.

"Right, yes, I'll be able to," Freya said.

"Go! Don't be late. You'll want to leave a good impression. See you in two days' time," Freya took Keelin by the hand and led her out of the bedroom.

Keelin grabbed her bag of necessities that was on the sofa just as they crossed the living room.

"There should be more than enough blood bags in the fridge," Keelin slung her bag across her shoulder. "Give me a call if there's anything?" Keelin gave a quick peek on her lips before closing the door behind her.

There was this constant desire for blood that she could best relate to as a skin rash situation; always there, could not rid and always itchy. There would be instant relief should she choose to scratch the rash, however that would only be temporary. It would still be itchy afterwards or worse, itchier. Likewise for her thirst of blood; it was always there. She tried downing herself in blood packs one after the other but it was unquenchable. It didn't take long for the both of them to realize that no amount would be sufficient, she just had to live with it. That was when Keelin started a "meal plan" for Freya to follow. The plan had undergone a few modifications since its development a week ago and Freya religiously stuck to it. It involved feeding at fixed timings at regular intervals and at a frequency just so enough that it gave Freya ample physical and mental strength to keep herself in check. The devised plan by Keelin was a success somehow as Freya had not embarked on a bloodbath yet.

Starting anew in Austin was Keelin's idea as Freya was too distraught a fortnight ago to even ask where they were heading. She twirled her daylight ring around her fourth finger while taking in the details of the various things to do and places of attractions that she had found online. As she placed the blood pack on the desk, she looked at the cold lifeless staple that she had been having and was reminded of that night where she lost everything.

Her face remained stubbornly dry throughout the ride. They were on the road for hours and the silence was deafening. It was late and Keelin decided to pull into an inn for the night.

"Rest early, it's going to be a half day ride ahead," Keelin gave a peek on her cheeks and after she did so, Freya instantaneously turned away to face the other side of the bed, her face an ugly distortion as it transformed on the touch of Keelin's warmth lips. She struggled and took a few breathes to calm herself back to her usual form.

Minutes passed and the room was still dead silent.

"Freya, are you hungry?" Keelin asked as she was up and unpacking some of their luggage.

"Should I get you a pack from the mini-bar? You haven't had any this evening."

Freya sat up in bed as Keelin walked over with a blood pack. Her face had already transformed and her eyes turned a blood shot red just seconds after Keelin pulled it out from the mini-bar across the room. Keelin caught Freya's reactions and stopped in her tracks momentarily but she continued to push forward, though slowly as she approached Freya. Freya watched like how a predator would observe its prey as Keelin moved closer step by step but her eyes were focused on the blood pack that she held. Finally Keelin made it to her bed side and held out the blood pack.

"No! I'm not hungry and I'm not a monster!" Freya bit her lip tightly and slapped the packet of blood pack away from Keelin's hands. She pulled the blankets over her head and pretended to nap.

"Freya?" Keelin tried to pull the blankets but Freya was strong and held on with her might.

"Freya?" she repeated, this time releasing the blanket.

"Look at me Freya," she sternly ordered and to her surprise, Freya came out from the covers as she sat up.

"Freya, are you alright?" she asked.

"It's normal to weep, to cry or to scream. Let your emotions out but the way you are behaving now,…It's just that I'm worried," Keelin's voice broke eyes started to water.

As much as she tried to hold it in, the past hours' events finally surfaced and she felt as though she had been stabbed in the heart over and over again, except that she was still alive.

"Keelin…Just how…Just how, is it going to be alright?" she managed to utter.

"I've abandoned the place I call home. I can no longer see my brothers and sister," her eyes were a bright red but this round, it was not due to her lust for blood.

"And I can no longer do magic," she rocked slightly back and forth and a tear streamed down one of her cheeks.

She bit her lower lips as though garnering strength. "I feel so helpless, so lost. Just how is it going to be alright?" she covered her face with her hand.

"Keelin, I've lost everything," her lower lips quivered as she continued, "Everything..." she sobbed into her chest.

No words were needed. Keelin immediately wrapped her arms tightly around Freya and her warmth radiated in the room. Her tears flowed freely that night but wrapped in the embrace of her wolf lover, she found the strength and warmth to continue. It was as though all the pain in the world would go away as long as she was by her side. That was exactly a fortnight ago where Freya Mikaelson lost everything, except for her wolf lover Keelin.