The Originals

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•Freya POV•

Things are hectic. Elijah and Klaus have been pushing me to find a way to bring back Jessica, while everyone from the small town of Mystic Falls were trying to cope with the loss.

It's been days, and all I've been able to do is put her in a deep sleep, which is kind of progress except she can't wake up. Rebekah and Davina have helped me clean Jessica and lay her on her bed.

Hayley and some girls from Mystic Falls took Hope to the park while Rebekah had mother tied in the other room. Right now, I'm surrounded by thousands of candles in her bedroom, my mothers grimoire in hand. Jess may have hid it, but I easily found it.

"Sister, you need a break, please," Finn begged.

"No, not until I can what's happening in her head," I stubbornly refused. "I may have put her in this sleep-like state, but I know something followed her in there."

"At least eat something then," he replied handing me a plate of delicious food.

"Thank you brother," I smiled before digging in. "But I'm afraid I must continue."

After setting the plate to the side, I begin another spell, holding her hand in mine before reaching a connection. It's weak, but it's the best thing I got.

"No!" I heard a scream and turn to see Jackson dying.

What? This already happened? I turn in circle searching for one solid person, but all I see is death after death. Everything she's gone through, but it's worse.

•Finn POV•

Not a second later, Freya was shaking uncontrollably and some blood began dropping from her nose.

"Sister!" I yelled prying her hands off Jessica's sleeping body.

She fell to the floor, unconscious as my brothers ran in. I fell beside her, making sure she was okay, before lifting her in my arms and carrying her into the study.

"What happened?" Elijah asked running in after me.

"This is all your fault!" I yelled standing to face my younger brother. "You should never have pushed our sister so hard! She's weak!"

"Brother, calm yourself," he said in his calming yet demanding tone.

"Your love for that girl is truly pathetic Elijah," I commented shoving him back. "She's dead, let it be done."

"She is not dead! Mikael only stabbed her-"

"With the sword! I know! No one knew he had it until it was too late! But pushing our sister like this will not help!"

"Sword?" Stefan asked walking in arms crossed. "What's so special about it?"

"Only your personal hell," Elijah answered as he continued to glare at me.

"So she's alive, just in hell?" Stefan clarified.

"Correct, but the only person who knows what she's going through is Freya, who is unconscious, so we won't know how to help until she awakes."

"Our sister will no longer be apart of this nonsense," I demanded. "She's weak enough as it is. She's done."

"That's for her to decide-"

"Yet you won't let her!"

•Jessica POV•

My hand gripped their heart and tore it out with no remorse. Before I had the chance to breathe, I was with my next victim, one I've killed too many times.

•Freya POV•

I sat up gasping, my brothers surrounding me in an instant. As I caught my breath, the horrifying images of Jessica's hell haunted me.

Looking up, I see one of the Salvatore's and I walk over, taking his hand and leading him to Jessica. Everyone looked confused as they followed and I cut his hand, pouring the blood into a bowl, next doing so with Elijah.

I mixed some herbs in with the blood, then gently poured some in Jessica's mouth, drank some myself then gave it to the two others.

"You want me to drink this?" Stefan questioned.

"Both of you. Hurry up or the window will pass," I hurriedly explained grabbing one of Jessica's hand in mine as they drank it.

After placing all our hands together, I began my chant and was transported back into her brain.

"Jessica!" I called. "It's Freya!"

"How dare you?!" She screamed before speeding up to me, wrapping her hands around my neck. She was out of it, eyes angry, yet confused.

"P-please. I-I'm real. I-I promise," I gasped begging for air.

She immediately looked horrified by her actions and let go taking a shaky step back.

"I don't have a lot of time. I need two things from you, okay?" I asked after regaining my breath.

"What?"

"When is Dahlia coming?" I quickly asked.

"I don't know, soon maybe. A day at most," she replied as it began shaking. "Quick, tell me the other."

"Who is your constant?" I asked as a slight wind picked up.

"What?!" She shouted as I slowly began sliding away.

"Who is your constant?!" I repeated.

Before I got the answer, I was swept away, out of her head and back to reality where Stefan, Elijah and I were on the ground coughing.

"What the hell was that?" Stefan asked as Damon came in and helped him up.

"Did you see anything?" I asked as Elijah and I slowly stood. "Either of you. Did you hear or see anything?"

"I heard you begin talking to her, but then I was whisked away and into darkness. Now again, what the hell was that?"

"I needed two links, one from someone she knows the most-meaning Elijah- and one she knows the least-meaning you," I explained. "However, the link didn't last long, so we have to get someone else."

"Like who?" Kol asked.

"Anyone at this point. She has one constant in her brain that keeps her sane, one thing or person that is keeping her there through everything there."

"So you need her to tell you who," Elijah confirmed.

"Yes, although I already have an idea who. But in order for that person to get there and convince her to get out, we need more than only my power."

"What are you suggesting then sister?" Nik asked.

"We need our mothers power, and Dahlias. They're the strongest witches alive. They can help."

"We will not be having that monster near her," Klaus snapped.

"And another problem, Dahlias not here," Kol pointed out.

"But she's on her way."