A few hours later Freya woke up in her empty room, her head was pounding as she positioned herself up on her elbows. Lucien. Lucien. She remembered him being the last thing she saw before collapsing into his arms.
She swung her legs to the ground and slowly got up, walking over to her closed door she opened it and went out to search the compound for Niklaus, Elijah, for anyone, it was particularly quite.
Normally she could hear the faint presence of her bothers arguing about some stupid disagreement, or little Hope babbling away as her mother played with her, but now there was nothing.
She couldn't even hear Lucien. Realising he must have left her resting in bed she went downstairs "Hello" she called out, waiting for anyone to reply but as her first thoughts suggested no one was home.
She walked into the foyer. Oh well. She had the compound to herself so it would seem, she was going to make the most of the rare peace and quiet.
Going into the kitchen she stopped as something caught her eye.
Looking at the object she saw it was a piece of paper, walking over to it she picked it up and read it.
Freya love, me and Elijah have business to attend. We'll be gone for a few days. As you see I have left my blood, you may give it to Lucien and cure his pathetic existence. Take care of my littlest wolves for me.
Her frown as she read the note turned into a smile as she read the last part. Hayley and Hope. His littlest wolves.
Lifting up the small bottle of her brother's blood she rolled it in between her fingers, examining the contents.
She had healed Lucien already and if she hadn't of it would have been too late now, thoughts of her brother's actions filled her mind as she stood there looking at the cure to a werewolf bite.
The very thought of what if the spell didn't work, what if it was too late made her heart ache.
Shaking the thoughts from her mind she grabbed her jacket because she may have healed him but she had never preformed that spell before and she wanted to make sure he would be okay.
It was funny really. She hated him, or so she thought but she was slowly realising that was not true. He made her angry beyond imaginable yes and he annoyed her to death but somewhere in between she found herself caring for him.
She became weakened around him and he knew that thanks to the dream she created in her own mind, the dream she unwillingly let him see too.
But she would not love again, love made you weak and she could not afford to be weak ever again. She spent years a prisoner, being too weak to save herself and she would not do it again.
As she slammed the door shut to the compound she began walking to the sadly familiar penthouse. She cursed herself as she actually knew the way well now, a little to well.
Eventually getting to his apartment she knocked on the door "Hello love" he opened the door, shirtless "Glad to see you are feeling better, do come it" he had dried blood around his mouth as she followed him inside "Leave" he compelled a blonde haired girl to leave, bite marks staining her neck and wrist "Don't judge love" he came to stand in front of her "I needed to get my strength back somehow after you bloody brother bit me"
Remembering why she was there her eyes snapped to his neck, looking where the previous wound was "I brought you this" she pulled the cylinder of blood from her pocket "Drink" she ordered, shoving the tube towards him "But you healed me" he smirked and took the bottle from her before popping the cap "That may be but I want to make sure and Niklaus's blood is only the way to do that" bringing the rim of the small glass container to his lips he tipped his head back and drank the red liquid with a grimace.
"Nice to know you care so much" suddenly the fact he was topless bothered her as she found herself staring at his bare chest "I don't care, I just don't want you to die"
"Because you care" he finished with a smug grin. She didn't reply as she got lost in her own thoughts, thoughts she shouldn't be having as he winked at her causing her to frown, oh how she could slap that smug grin of his face "I'm going to go" she said, spinning on her heels as she started heading for the door.
"Wait" he grabbed her forearm "How about you stay for a drink, better than being alone right?" his eyes danced at her as she just stared back at him.
"Come on love" he slid his hand down her arm "I don't bite" he smirked "Unless you want me to"
"Not funny" she said blankly, pulling her arm from his grasp "Fine, I'll stay but go and put a shirt on, and clean up"
He chuckled to himself as he walked off to retrieve shirt and make himself a little more presentable.
As she stood alone in his spacious apartment she looked around, studying the place before catching a glimpse of his reflection in the lengthy mirror that hung on the wall.
She stared at his bare back as he faced away from her, watching as he pulled a shirt around his body.
Hot. Biting her bottom lip she continued staring as she imagined running her hands all over his body, feeling every inch of him beneath her fingertips. The way his back muscles moved with his every movement made her go weak at the knees.
"Enjoying the view love?" he turned around, a smirk plastered on his face as he buttoned his shirt up and walked back over to her.
Quickly she looked away, anywhere but him as she turned around "This place smalls like dried blood and bad cologne" she commented as she found herself looking at nothing. She just had to avoid his gaze.
"I'll choose to take that as a compliant love" he spoke as he now stood in front of her "You can sit down you know?" she looked at the couch beside her before looking back at him, looking between the two she decided to accept his offer and take a seat "Love, you seem tense" he walked over to the liquor stand and poured them both a drink before walking over to her "Here" he handed her the drink.
Drinking it in one mouthful she grimaced "Not your thing?" he asked in an amused tone as he brought his glass to his lips before taking a seat next to her "Let me guess, vodka?"
She smiled at him but shook her head "I prefer tequila"
"Ahh tequila girl" he grinned "Well, I think I have some somewhere" he walked off before disappearing.
Taking her jacket off she threw it on the armchair across the room and stood up, she walked over to his stereo system before running her fingers across it "She's a beauty isn't she?" she let out a hearty laugh as she turned to face him "Very nice" she smiled playfully at him as she noticed the bottle in his hands.
Walking over to her he handed her the bottle "Enjoy, I think I'll stick to my bourbon though"
