centuries ↠ freya mikaelson (i)

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My darling Rebekah,

I hope it's okay if I start this letter with where I left off when I finished my last, about that German village where I come to the revelation that Posie was my family? Where I discovered the original sireline and I discovered that maybe you were going to be harder to find than I first anticipated with the three of them running around slaughtering the innocent.

Standing in that desolate village, the only sound was cicadas and the only smell was decaying flesh, the mass grave not big enough or deep enough to cover the stench of death,

"We must leave Freya, there is death here." Posie urges but I can only stand there, a great guilt eating me alive because, no matter who said otherwise, the Mikaelsons had created this mess indirectly, without us vampirism would not exist or, at least, spread from your bites.

I felt guilty, I felt sad, I felt numb, Posie had relentlessly tried to pull me away from that German village but I was frozen to my spot so, suddenly, she had swept me off my feet and was running so fast I felt sick, I shut my eyes.

When I opened them we had stopped in the middle of a field, a small town in the distance, Posie set me down gently, holding my arms as if to stop me from falling what she didn't expect was for me to throw up all over here, the speed and the guilt becoming a deadly combination.

We both stared at the vomit on here cotton dress, my face flushing and hers going deadly pale (I didn't think such a thing was possible she was so lily pale to begin with).

"Posie, I'm so sorry, here have my dress, my cape, something, I'm sorry." Rushed apologies kept leaving my mouth and my ears were burning.

Posie smiled smally, "let's just get to the village, Freya, hopefully I can get a new dress from there."

I nod, still mortified by my actions, we walked slowly down towards the village, neither us saying a word.

The village is loud when we draw closer and there's shouting in what I gleam to be Italian.

In such a small space of time Posie had ran through two whole countries to get us here, it had been four hundred years since mother had created vampirism and, yet, I still didn't fully understand what actually came with the curse.

"Potresti dirci verso il più recente vestiario dei vestiti, signore?" Posie asks the first person she comes to, a man with dark hair and eyes crinkled with laughter lines.

"Sì, naturalmente, dritto e poi la prima sinistra, lo vedrai subito!"

"Graci mille." Posie thanks before tugging at my hand leading me towards the market stall selling dresses.

"Which one shall I get Freya?" Posie asks, as we look at all the dresses some gorgeous some... not so.

"That one, the pink will complement your hair, perfectly." I decide nodding towards a pale pink shift.

Perhaps we are not so different after all sister, our fashion sense is still infamous.

Posie asks how much the dress is before producing rusty, fat coins and handing them over to the older lady, with her greying hair tied back in a tight bun.

Posie asks for directions to the nearest boarding house and the lady is just giving her directions when a dark haired woman appears out of nowhere.

"There you are my lovely Freya, I think it's time you finish this goose hunt and go to sleep like a good little girl."

"Dahlia." I whisper, hoping to hide Posie before she can see, I step towards our aunt, out of sight of my best friend and watch as she points a long finger at me, sending me back to sleep.

my story is nearly over, I promise you, I'm sorry for these letters sister, I hope you're well.
All my love,
Freya xx