Summary: Years later when they received a text message from Hayley, Freya and Keelin return to New Orleans and embark on an adventure to save the ones they love.
A/N: Happy weekends~! This week I feel like pen-ing a kick ass action fic for Freya and Keelin. Hope you'll enjoy reading part 1 of 2 of Saving Hope.
The familiar chants of a spell filled the air and rang repeatedly in her ear drums. The chants were monotonous and repetitive but it was abruptly stopped just when the scent of blood filled the air. They dashed towards the source and approached the structure that was once familiar to her years ago. The church looked just like what she remembered. They sped towards the church only to find the main door slightly ajar.
They looked at each other and prepared themselves before she flung the doors opened.
Instantaneously she recognized the figure who was lifted into the air but his opponent was taller and bigger in size and held him up in the air with a single hand. Around were a few blood drained bodies and some so bloodied till beyond recognition. Right on the other end of the church, she spotted many men with blood shot eyes surrounding a magic circle that protected a group of humans, whom she presumed were witches as they were chanting a spell that kept the group of blood thirsty from entering.
Freya led and dashed into the church but was repelled by a force so violent that she landed some distance away. Shocked, Keeling sped over to check on Freya but they had already attracted the attention of the blood thirsty group around the magic circle.
They suddenly find themselves surrounded and out-numbered by the same group that was encircling the witches, except that they have no magic circle to protect themselves.
One of the vampires grabbed Keelin but she overpowered him and smashed his head against the brick floor. Another vampire grabbed and threw Keelin some distance away. He strode over with confidence and with a smirk. As Keelin stood, he lunged at her head-on. She grabbed him by the shoulders, did a full circular rotation and threw him with full force (just like how a shot put athlete would throw a shot put) in the direction of the church. Sounds of branches snapping echoed throughout the church as he collided into a pillar of the church. The lifeless body hit the ground; his face and neck distorted at a strange angle.
Three vampires launched at Freya and after many punching and kicks, they grabbed her by the side of her arms and dragged her over a distance. She struggled to free herself but was slammed repeatedly against many trees before she hit the ground. She could feel a piece of wood stuck to her thighs when she was smashed into another tree again and when she looked up, a foot came down into her face. One of the men stood before her and grabbed her neck with both hands, torturing her by choking her off the ground while the other two watched in menace.
The second attacker charge angrily towards Keelin after waking with a painful head. He threw punches that weighed like a tonne to Keelin. As he jabbed again, Keelin grabbed his arm and bit with all her might, her eyes a yellowish-glow.
Freya's nails dug into the skin of the men as she was lifted. She gripped the attacker's arm, pressed it against her neck and then lifted her lower body upwards. Flinging her leg forward, she wrapped her legs around his arm like how legs wrapped around a pull-up bar. Twisting both her leg and body in the same direction with force, she dislocated his arm. As soon as she felt ground, she dashed towards the attacker and pierced him through his heart with the stick from her thigh.
Shocked by the turn of events, both men took out knives and swung at her. One of the taller men kicked Freya's abdomen and the other jabbed the knife into her. Her left arm screamed out in pain and as she tried to steady herself, she landed backwards, bottom first, to the ground. The shorter man charged with a knife directed towards her chest but was suddenly thrown a distance by an overwhelming strength. He sat up to face the attacker and by the time he realized what he was up against, a pair of bloodied canines came down at him. The taller man spun around and slashed at the wolf but was flipped to the ground when the pair of canines tore deep into his ankle. He steadied himself and never took his eyes off the wolf but only to find a stick piercing through his heart from behind. He spat blood and dropped to his knees.
Freya pulled the knife out of her arm and dropped to the ground to catch her breath while the wolf walked over and rubbed its nose against her.
"Hello Vincent, I see that you survived the attack," she greeted with a stoic expression. They looked into the church and the bulky tall attacker was already dead on the ground and the other witches were aiding one of their injured.
Green eyes and brown eyes watched as he turned to stare at them in bewilderment.
"My, my, Freya Mikaelson, how long has it been?" Vincent said. The many witches cringed and heads turned sharply to stare at the duo, especially at Freya, on the mention of Mikaelson.
"Oh and you too...Keelin, right?"
Keelin nodded slightly in acknowledgement. Heads turned to look at the foreign face and some turned away at the sight of blood around her chin.
"I've never expected such a warmer welcome in my life," Keelin whispered in a tone so low that only they themselves could hear and she swore she saw Freya's mouth bend into a slight smile.
"Not inviting us in Vincent?" Freya asked.
"That's a very effective barrier spell that you have cast," she continued as she pointed at a body of the attacker, "it kept everyone out except them."
The hall fell silent as all eyes were on Vincent, waiting for his response.
Vincent's solemn face finally gave way to a slight relief.
"Welcome back to New Orleans. You're both invited. Come on in Freya Mikaelson and Keelin."
Freya and Keelin stepped into the church and walked towards Vincent but as they did so, the other witches quickly gathered to the end of the church behind Vincent, as though they were the plague and he was their protective shield.
"Hayley texted for help and told us to come here to look for her. Now that we're here…so where is she?" Freya looked around.
Vincent broke the news to Freya. An ancient vampire kidnapped Hope and a coven of evil witches were channelling her prowess to create chaos in New Orleans and the surrounding areas. They located the whereabouts of the ancient vampire and Hayley had made her move to try to exterminate the ancient one but the whereabouts of Hope remains unknown.
She felt an arm on her lower back and Keelin's arm remained there throughout the whole time Vincent explained. Vincent was being cautious as he left out the specifics and Freya was being cautious to not ask about specifics. Freya merely listened and asked nothing for both were aware that Freya still housed a quarter of The Hollow.
Keelin looked away as Freya took a knife and slide her palm to gather blood. She squeezed her palm till she felt it was enough and handed the bowl over. It was like a familiar routine to her as either side knew exactly what each other was doing. Vincent automatically poured her blood onto a map and began his chants of a locator spell.
Freya returned to Keelin and kept her back towards Vincent for she was still trying to be cautious and deliberately not wanting to know the whereabouts of Hope. While they waited, Keelin took her hand and rubbed the remaining blood away from her palms.
Vincent's chants echoed throughout the church and many pair of curious eyes watched them intently. Suddenly the bowl and all the ingredients on the table burst into flames, furiously at first, and then later slowly till only ashes were left. The group broke into low murmurs and Vincent solemnly shook his head.
"I was hoping that we need not resort to this but I guess that we ain't got a choice," Vincent said.
He looked towards the duo and Freya turned to return his gaze.
"What do you mean?" Keelin finally asked.
"Just what are you up to? If you're thinking of trying anything funny, we're not going to stand around and let -,"
"I'm going to cross over to the other side to search for answers since we are unable to find any in the human world," Vincent interrupted Keelin and while doing so, he approached them with clasped hands to signify that he meant no harm. "For that purpose I will need an immortal, as closely related to Hope as possible, to channel and you meet the criteria," he stopped in front of Freya.
"Right, and you will trust me to be your anchor Vincent?" Freya asked.
"I have known you Mikaelsons well enough to know that you will go through with this. For your family, for Hope," he said.
"So should we proceed?"
"There may be discomfort or pain and it may take a while or a few hours, I don't know exactly how long, but I will be back by the end of today," Vincent said when Freya stepped forward.
Keelin raised a brow, "Freya, that doesn't sound safe. I mean, that is one heck of a disclaimer for a painful spell of unknown duration and look at the dead bodies around us! What if there are more of them out there waiting for their chance to attack?"
"Not wanting to interrupt your small talks but we're running out of time. We're well protected by an impenetrable boundary spell and I'd trust my people there with my life," he pointed at the group of witches.
"And why should we trust a spell that we can't see and people whom we do not know?" Keelin rebutted.
"Stay all you want if it makes you feel better," he eyed Keelin suspiciously before turning to Freya, "Just who is she to you?"
As intrigued as she was with the conversation that Keelin and Vincent were having, she entered the magic circle and spoke just loud enough for all to hear, "My wife".