My dearest Rebekah,
This is story is almost over now, hopefully my last letter will find you just before you find Kol's cure or, after, if you want to look at it that.
I hope you're safe wherever you are, we all know you're in Eva's body but that still doesn't make us any less scared for you and your wellbeing.
The 'Trinity' as they've been so aptly named are after blood and I don't want it to be yours.
I've lost too many people...
Dahlia had let me stay awake for almost eighty years by 1850. Never ageing, never changing, never feeling any less in love with the, now, dead Posie Snow.
I had finally made my way to the new world at this point, wandering hopelessly throughout time. I had come thinking of nothing but how to best escape my memories and the best way seemed to be through running away from the streets of Europe and all of it's haunted cities and roads and places.
I never expected for America to be so fundamental in making me who I am right now, the person I am as I write this letter to you, our niece clinging to my ankle.
I had heard about the, already, deep magical and mythical happenings in the new world and maybe that's another reason I ran here.
Something was pulling me here and I thought it was just going to be to escape my memories.
I walked and walked and walked for days, weeks, months, I kept no record of time, until I came to what is now New Orleans, strangely,, one of the first French European settlements,
My lovely Posie had been French so it seemed fitting I would find my last moments of solace with her people before our aunt caught up to us.
I had watched the city being slowly built from wood and mortar into something magnificent, your city Klaus would one day brand it.
When rumours came about of a new family, five of them in all, three males and two females I was intrigued, not many people outside of the French Creoles moved to Louisiana much less a family of five.
Unbeknownst to me, that family was you, with Posie Snow in tow.
I just didn't find out until it was almost too late.
Always 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...
