Summary: Freya left New Orleans with Keelin and they start anew in Austin. Months have passed and they're adjusting well but just how well adjusted are they ever since Freya turned? Rated M for sexual content, you've been warned.
A/N: Hey all, TGIF! I thought it would be refreshing to view their lives from Keelin's perspective and to have a peek into her job in the ER department. Thank you for the reviews, favourites and follow. Let me know what you like, dislike, and what do you hope to see?
The automatic door opened to reveal a medic wheeling in a man, unconscious and bleeding profusely, on the ambulance chair stretcher.
"Similar to the case earlier, mauled by an animal, excessive bleeding, low BP," the medic reported as he handed over a file to the attending doctor.
Another doctor checked the pupils of the unconscious man and immediately shouted for more assistance, even for an operating theatre.
"Another one?" the head nurse sounded shocked as she picked up the phone to arrange for more beds and operating theatres.
The police was already at the hospital and they turned away many curious onlookers and reporters from the emergency ward sections.
Meanwhile in the operating theatre, voices were minimal except for the scrub team. Heart beats and important details were represented by wavy lines on the screens and there were constant beeps from a machine. Blood plasma packs hung from the stand as the scrub team focused on the operating table. The scrub nurses kept changing the dressings as the scrub team tried to stop the bleeding. It was only when the lead surgeon signalled that the operation was a success then did she feel that the tension amongst her team lightened.
"There is another excessive blood loss case that just came in, assistance is required in the operating theatre next door," a nurse announced to the scrub team who were changing out.
"Make that a plus one, another similar case just came in."
"Two more cases? What's happening today?" one of the ER doctors asked.
"Both of you follow me, the others tend to the case in the holding room," one of the lead doctors mentioned.
Keelin proceeded to the ER arrival hall and found a young boy with a chunk of flesh torn from his thighs and body torn out. The young child was unconscious and was not reacting at all. She immediately ordered for an operating theatre and followed the operating bed to the operating theatre.
"What happened to them?" she heard one of the nurses asked another as they moved along the corridor.
"Seems like a wild animal escaped from the zoo. Hope they catch it soon as this is the fifth victim so far," the other nurse replied in a voice so low that it was only a conversation between the two of them. Little did they realize that she had been listening to their conversation without difficulty.
Once she could find the time, she pulled out her phone and punched some numbers when she was dismissed from the operating theatre.
"Hello Freya! Where are you now?" Keelin asked.
"At home," Freya calmly answered.
"Why? What's wrong?" The theme song of SpongeBob SquarePants played in the background as she spoke.
"Having a bad day at work?" Freya asked.
"Freya, I think there might be a problem," Keelin whispered into the phone as she turned into a quieter corner in the hospital.
"Just this morning there were a few cases of people being admitted into the hospital due to excessive loss of blood, some drained," she explained.
"Strangely, a chunk of their flesh from various parts of their body were ripped off. Most had a chunk of flesh their throats ripped."
It was silent for a moment. She briefly recalled the episode she had with Freya when she thought that she had lost her. The image of a blood lust Freya flashed across her mind; Freya with red blood shot eyes looking back at her, blood dripping from her mouth and chin, and the surrounding lifeless bodies that Freya had drained, some with their throats ripped.
"Could it be a new vampire in the area?" Freya suggested.
"Maybe," Keelin pulled herself back to reality.
"Are you sure that you're alright?" she asked again, "Like, really, really alright?"
"Yea, don't worry Keelin. I'm still in control," Freya assured.
"You'll be the first to know if I have gone berserk," she added.
"That's not funny Ms. Mikaelson. You better behave till I'm home later," Keelin said and she thought she heard a slight smirk on the other end of the phone.
"Right, so I'll see you later then? You're off for the rest of the week once the current shift ended, right?" Freya asked.
"Yea, see you later at home. Got to run, another emergency," Keelin briefly said before hanging up the phone.
It was already late at night as she drove into the garage. With heavy hands, she retrieved her bag from the boot before entering.
Freya greeted her with a smile and took her sling bag from her shoulders.
"So how's your day?" Freya asked as she took the bag of dirty laundry from her.
"Exhausted, today was busier than usual. I entered the operating theatre for the umpteenth time," she followed Freya up the stairs.
"Some of the cases today were strangely similar, it's like déjà vu. The injuries somehow bear some semblance to one another for some of the patients. Excessive loss of blood, some were drained dry while others had chunks of flesh ripped from their throats or other parts of their bodies. There was a middle aged woman, followed by a man and then a boy," she recounted the cases that she tended to as they went up the stairs step by step.
"Did some sort of accident happen today?" Freya asked.
"Not that I know of. There's also no official news released but it was hell busy," she stopped in her tracks just as Freya turned to face her.
"Hmmm, don't brood over work anymore. You deserve a warm bath before resting tonight," she felt Freya rubbing the side of her shoulders.
The door to the bathroom opened to the scent of roses as she was ushered into the bathroom. The bath tub glowed a stark red as rose petals floated on the half-filled water tub.
"Thank god, sweet angel," she swung her arms around Freya's waist and planted a kiss on her lips. As their lips part, she took a few moments to appreciate the familiar features that smiled back at her before the bathroom door closed.
She wiped the fogged mirror with her palm and put on the dress that hung by the door. It was prepared by Freya and it was her favourite black dress that she would wear when home. She went downstairs and found Freya in the living room.
"So, what's the occasion?" she asked.
"Hey, there," Freya beamed brightly as she approached.
On each side of the square coffee table was a lighted scented candle and flower petals lined one after the other to form a heart. In the middle was a slice of cake, a bottle of red wine and two glasses.
"Well, let's see.., last year today we kissed. Do you still remember?" Freya asked.
Her lover leaned in for a kiss and their lips locked momentarily. Time seemed to have stopped. The familiar scent of her lover's scent and lips, she missed all of them ever since they first made love months ago in Freya's bedroom. Ever since the day Freya turned, the blonde had spent the last few months battling blood lust and adjusting to their new life in Austin.
Their lips pulled apart but they longed for more. She grabbed Freya's waist and pulled her closer till the space in between their bodies closed. The kiss was slow and soft; their lips brushed and breaths mingled. Her heart beat a hundred times but the sensation came to an end when Freya abruptly tore away from her.
"I'm sorry Keelin…, I'm really sorry, I can't control myself," Freya lowered her head.
Freya's face had already transformed. Just before their gaze met, the blonde looked to the ground with her blood shot eyes.
"No, don't look at me Keelin," Freya shielded her face with her palm.
"Don't look at me please," Freya pleaded before turning her head to try to look away.
"Freya…," she tried to swipe away the palm that blocked the face but Freya resisted.
"I'll always be here for you regardless of how you look okay," both her palms clasped the blonde's cheeks as she gently tilted her head back.
Their eyes met, "You're beautiful, be it the witch you or the vampire you. You've charmed me over."
"And if you need proof that I'm not lying," she reached and pulled Freya closer.
"Go ahead and do anything to me that your heart desires."
Leaning forward, she wrapped her left arm around Freya's neck, resting her left elbow on the shoulder.
"Don't worry that you'll hurt me," she ran her fingers through the blonde's hair and twirled the ends.
"I'm sure that I can handle the bites," she gently whispered into her ear.
Just as she finished the sentence, she planted a wet kiss on Freya's earlobe before moving towards her lips. She sensed hesitation with her initial kisses but as her lips moved slowly, Freya kissed her back. They kissed passionately and she felt her lover's hands reached under her butt, lifting her off the ground. She tangled her arms around Freya's neck and wrapped her legs around her waist and felt the cold white wall on her back while her lover's body pressed tightly against hers. She could hear the beating of her lover's heart with closed eyes.
She was on the sofa and Freya was on top her when her eyes flicked open. This time, she could sense her lover's lust but it was that of desire and not bloodlust as they gazed into each other. Her dress slipped off her head, exposing her breast and the blonde gently rolled her panties down her hips.
She removed the blonde's top and threw the bra to the floor. As they planted kisses onto each other, she twisted the button of her lover's pants with her fingers. Finally when the button came off, she unzipped he blonde's pants. When the panties came off, she stroked the beautiful curves of her lover's body.
As their naked bodies pressed against each other, she sensed a slight pause as her lover's face stopped inches away from hers. The pair of blood shot eyes from the transformed face looked back at her with uncertainty.
"Don't worry," she whispered. "It's going to be alright, just listen to your heart."
Suddenly they were crushing around the living room. She could feel her lover inched closer to deepen her kisses and their kisses grew heavier and heavier. Overwhelmed with desire, she quickened her breath to match Freya's kisses to the point where she could resist no more. Her body shook when the fingers and tongue pleasured her and she whimpered at the sharp brief pains when Freya repeatedly drove her fangs into her body.
Over and over they made love to each other, exploring each other bodies in ways like never before, as though it was their first. "Freya, I know it has been tough for you", she stroked the blonde's face, "but whatever the future, I will take it on with you, together."