My darling Rebekah,
Thank you for your last letter, I'm so happy that you're safe and thank you for not minding all my rambling letters about Posie Snow, you don't know how happy that makes me. Niklaus and Elijah are being somewhat civil at the moment, they seem to have come to some understanding now Hayley is finally back in human form but their initial sidelines are back in New Orleans and it's causing some tension to say the least. I have escaped from their battles by finishing my letters to you, so I'll continue on with my story.
It was over one hundred years before I was woken again, in London this time, a city that was just on the cusp of being something extraordinary, the air was crisp, the clothes were luxuriant and the alcohol (which my dearest Posie loved so much) flowed liberally.
It took a good five months of me wandering the cobbled streets of the newly blooming London before my guardian angel showed her face in a rowdy tavern near St. Paul's cathedral.
She sat down at my table, her signature smile on her face.
"I told you I'd always find you Freya, always."
like clockwork she found me Rebekah, no matter when or where she always managed to find me; if only she hadn't she might still be alive.
all my love,
Freya xx
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Fanfiction❝every time you wake up, trust me, freya, i will find you.❞ rebekah receives a series of letters from her sister about a tragic love story, one that spanned across centuries. [COMPLETE!] [WINNER OF THE TVDCOMMUNITY BEST FREYA MIKAELSON AND BEST GIRL...
