Chapter 3

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so i decided to carry on posting this here, its a complete story now so i will be posting a lot of chapters today.

Freya was trying to do some yoga in her room because as they say healthy body, healthy thoughts and she wanted to forget Lucien and their earlier encounter.

The spell she had created where she could dream of them together had somehow linked to him meaning he saw and felt everything she did, he was creating holes in her magic without even knowing it.

Hearing all the commotion downstairs she huffed, getting up from her peaceful position "Would you keep the noise down?" she yelled from the top floor, making her way down to the squabbling duo .

"Lucien here has come to tell me of my pending danger" Klaus spoke calmly "But don't you want me dead too?" he questioned, creeping up on Lucian as he stopped right in front of him "How do I trust you? Your existence no longer depends on mine, therefore I cannot trust you?"

"Then let me prove myself to you" Lucian told the hybrid.

Klaus grabbed Lucian's neck before holding him off the ground "You can't" he growled as Lucien dangled in the air.

Freya watched on as her brother threatened Lucian, she was sick of it all, her brother was so paranoid, but then again he had a point.

Lucien and Klaus had a werid alliance, they certainly defined the meaning of frenemies, watching on she decided to get their attention "I'VE HAD ENOUGH" she shouted as she made pieces of furniture break and explode, her magic unleashing itself.

She didn't always mean her magic to be so forceful but when she got angry or too emotional she found that it began harder to control.

"Careful love, wouldn't want you to hurt yourself?" Lucien grinned devilishly, looking at the blonde witch like she was his prey.

Klaus gripped the younger vampire's throat tighter "Easy" he spluttered as Klaus's firm hold made him unable to get free "I happen to like your sister, certainly the loveliest" he smirked as he eyed the witch.

Suddenly Klaus's eyes grew and began to glow, without warning he bit into Lucien's neck spreading his venom.

Lucien fell to the floor as Klaus vamped off and within seconds Freya was across the room, inspecting the poisonous wound her brother had left "He bit you" she whispered as she placed a cold hand to the wound on his neck.

"It's nothing love" he spoke confidently.

"You will die if my brother does not give you his blood"

"I've been around forever love, maybe my eternity is up" he shrugged as he walked past her, taking a seat in the small wicker chair that was there "Besides, he'll come back and heal me at the last minute" he added in a matter-of-fact tone.

"But..." she began, already seeing how the wound was spreading at a fast pace "Stay here, I can help" she told him as she knelt beside him, she ran her fingers lightly over the mangled skin where the bite was and closing her eyes, she mumbled something a few times before opening them again, removing her fingers from his neck she smiled at him "There"

"What did you do?" he asked in confusion, feeling his neck to find the wound was very much still there.

"I took away some of the poison, it should slow it down a bit but, I dont know" he searched her beautifully green eyes which displayed concern and worry for him, he could also see something else as their eyes locked on each other, uncertainty maybe, though he wasn't sure "Why?" he asked.

"Because..." she stared into his eyes, contemplating her answer "I don't want you to hurt me" she settled on that as she quickly got up and walked across the room, creating a nice distance between them.

"I would never hurt you" he spoke thoughtfully,

"I don't like seeing you in pain" she whispered almost silently and if it wasn't for his vampire hearing he was sure he wouldn't have heard her.

He used his vampire speed to cross the room, coming to stand in front of her "Well I guess I should say thank you then" he uttered as their eyes danced together.

She smiled at him as they stood inches apart, feeling the undeniable pull she always felt when she was so close to him.

He leant in as she found herself doing the same, she could feel his intoxiating breath on her, suddenly his expression changed as he glowered at her, pushing her back using his vamp speed he trapped her between the wall and his body "YOU" he roared "I loved you but it was not enough, YOU WHORE" he smacked his palm against the wall making her jump as it became somewhat clear he was having an hallucination "My angel Aurora" he lifted his hand to her cheek, she closed her eyes as she realised he was back in time, thinking she was Aurora De Martel.

"Lucien, it's me, Freya" she tried to snap him out of it as veins appeared around his eyes, he was vamping out on her and she had no choice but to use her magic to stop him but before she could his fangs plunged deep into her neck.

"LUCIEN" she called "Stop it" she could feel her blood leaving her as he sucked, his fangs deep inside of her.

Unleashing her magic she send him flying across the room.

"Freya" he looked at the witch as blood dripped down her neck "Did I do that?" he asked as he noted the puncture marks on her neck.

"You thought I was Aurora, you were hallucinating"

"I hurt you" he looked at her with an odd expression before walking over to her, biting into his wrist he held it out to her "Here"

"No, you are already weak, I will not take your blood" she said firmly.

"Just enough to heal the wound" he shoved his wrist closer to her "Go on, have at it love" she looked tentatively at him before following his demand and parting her lips, she wrapped them around his wrist, drinking the hot crimson liquid as it slithered down her throat.

Little did she realise is that the mixture of her blood coursing through his veins and her weakened state enabled him to see into her mind.

Even in his werewolf bitten state he was able to see the images that flashed through his mind like an electric shock causing him to gasp aloud, whether from the pleasure, pain or shock of what he was seeing, he wasn't quite sure but he suddenly felt a wave of regret as he watched the witch he so desired drink from him.

He saw as she was taken from her home as a child, as she became prisoner to her aunt, as she fell in love only for it to end in horrific tragedy, as she willingly killed herself and her unborn baby only for her to live in some cruel twist of faith.

He saw as she was used for her power and punished if she was to refuse a spell.

"I have to go" she spoke as she dropped his arm and ran.

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