I had no idea how any of it was possible for them to act as if they had never met me before in their long lives, how it was possible for them to claim to have absolutely no knowledge of me whatsoever when I had grown with them, loved, lost, and suff...
Warnings: I do not own nor do I claim to own any of the copyright, characters, or storylines within the TVDverse that relates to the television shows "Vampire Diaries", "Originals", and "Legacies".
15+: May contain medium to strong displays of violence, mild to strong descriptions of torture and gore. May also contain sexually charged scenes, sexual innuendos, and practices of witchcraft.
F/F, F/M, M/M, GEN, +, OTHER
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I remember the night I first met Freya Mikaelson, the eldest sibling of the Mikaelson family, a sister to Finn, Elijah, Klaus, Kol, and Rebekah, a sister that until that night I had fully believed had died as a child taken by cruel winter. "For someone who seems to have quite a respectable reputation amongst witches, I would assume you would be harder to find," Freya said as she sat down on the bench where I was placed within Central Park during a particularly sunny and warm summer's morning, keeping herself at a cautious distance as she sat next to me. At this moment I had no clue who this woman was but just by sitting next to her I could feel the power within this witch, a power rather respectable and very unusual within the age she was portraying, but then again, I looked like I was barely in my twenties when I had not been in my twenty for many years, many centuries even. "I have no reason to have myself hidden after all your kind rarely tries to kill me these days and those who are foolish enough to try to serve as further warnings to the others not to go up against someone who could easily erase them from this earth," I replied making sure this witch knew if she had come here to kill me, she would not be living for much longer. "So, are you here to die, or are you here to plead with me to help you with whatever spell you cannot fathom...although I highly doubt, you're the kind of witch who needs help with a spell." "Well until recently I did not think it was possible for me not to find some magical solution to save my siblings but this time, they have managed to get themselves into one hell of a mess, one I cannot help them get out of alone," Freya revealed to me rather honestly and freely to which I respected. "You're not quite a witch but not quite a vampire so the chances are you either hate both or you don't hate the vampires half as much as most witches do." "Your siblings are vampires?" I scoffed. "Witches often get themselves into trouble with vampires despite claiming them as their eternal enemies, I guess we're just moths to the forbidden flame allowing ourselves to choose desire with deadly consequences, but never have I heard of a witch claiming vampires as their family before." "Well, I am not just some other witch I am a Mikaelson witch, and my siblings are the original vampires, their very blood is running through your veins," Freya replied with a sense of anger, as I struggled to take in her revelation. "I did suspect your power was far too grand for the age you appear to be, but the only Mikaelson witch I know of from that family is Esther and you are most certainly not wretched enough to be that woman," I said, dismissing her claims, refusing to believe what she had told me. "Firstly, thank you for calling that heartless bitch wretched I did not realize you knew of her nor my family but please whatever vendetta you have against my siblings..." She began to say, confusing me with her words. "I have no vendetta against the Mikaelsons, well none of the living anyway." I immediately responded, as I slowly began believing her story. "Who are you?" "Freya Mikaelson." She answered. "That's impossible," I replied with a great sense of utter shock. "You died many lifetimes ago!" "How do you know so much about me and my family?" Freya proceeded to ask me, seeming equally as confused as me but could she really be the eldest daughter of Esther and Mikael, and if she was how the hell had she never heard of me. If this witch was telling the truth then it had meant that Klaus, Rebekah, Elijah...even Kol had forgotten me like I was just a momentary blip in their never-ending lives, that my love for them was nowhere near as equally shared as I once thought and although the idea of imploding my centuries longs believes terrified more than anything had ever done before I had no choice but to stick with this witch for a little longer for if she was right, her family, which felt like my own family, needed my help and even if I meant nothing to them they meant everything to me.
