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MAEVE MIKAELSON has been given many different names and personas over the centuries but now here is the story of how the world learned who stood behind the mask. In this expose, for the firs...
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"SEEKING SOME RESPITE FROM THE DARKNESS?" Freya asks Klaus as she walks in to find him sitting by Hope's crib.
Klaus smiled at Hope softly but didn't respond to Freya.
"Despite Finn's death, our family is safe," Freya continued, taking a seat next to her brother.
"Our family is fractured, there is no victory to celebrate today, my demons won," Klaus sounded defeated.
"Lucien is not your demon, you may have sired him but you did not create that monster," Freya corrected.
Klaus looked up at his sister, "Today I fear we may have created a new monster entirely."
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HAYLEY: Davina's soul was lost - Freya had killed her and she could not be resurrected.
REBEKAH: Which meant that Maeve was not going to defend us for what came next.
FREYA: I regret what happened with Davina even if I did not know what I was doing at the time.
And as for the monster Klaus was describing, he was referring to someone who could take us all down.
If Lucien had been able to make himself into their "better," who's to say he would be the only one?
MARCEL: Or I guess another way to look at it is that I was the new monster they had created.
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As the darkness filled the compound with the only sounds that could be heard being the sound of the crickets and snores, Maeve quietly slipped out from her bed and walked into Freya's.
The witch slowly stirred from her sleep, whispering quietly, "Maeve?"
Many times before Maeve had come quietly to her room and while Freya may have not been a vampire, she could still tell when it was Maeve's footsteps, breath or magic.
"I couldn't sleep," the heretic admitted.
Freya moved over the bed, making room for Maeve, "come here."
Maeve softly padded over to the bed, slipping under the covers. Freya wrapped her arms loosely around Maeve, "will we ever get a happy ending."
Maeve turned around - Freya's arm remained around her waist - and she brushed a hair away from Freya's face, "would you dance with me in the darkness?"
"Only if you love me just as much," Freya whispered back, her eyes finding Maeve's in the darkness.
"Then it may not be happy, but it will be ours," Maeve smiled softly before closing her eyes. She allowed herself to fall asleep to the soft sounds of Freya's breathing and constant heartbeat.
