The Originals Prefrences And Imagines

Some People Are Different (Freya)

Imagine Dahlia attempting to make a the same deal that she did with Esther to you.

Dahlia had told her to stay away, far in the deep woods, but Freya couldn't control herself, she was too curious. She longed to see more people, more things.

She peeked through the bushes, hidden from Dahlia's sight to see a young woman about her age kneeling at the stream in the clearing. Freya frowned, she shuffled closer. The girl looked up, she had had sparkling e/c eyes and plump peach lips.

Her long H/c hair tumbled down her shoulders and Freya realised she had been praying, any other person would have left, it was only manners but Freya hadn't grown up in a regular household. She hadn't prayed since she was 5.

She watched curiously. The girls dress was covered in grass stains and other things, seemingly had stitched up over and over again. And on her left hand lay a thin gold band.

She was married, Freya stared at the ring. Part of her was intrigued, she wondered what it would be like to live like that, to get married to have children but because of her own mother's deal with Dahlia she never could bring herself to even attempt to fall in love.

A twig snapped from the other direction and the girl's head turned.

"My husband is that you?" The girl stood up.

"Oh, my poor dear," Dahlia approached out of the trees, "Married off so young."

"Who are you?" The girl looked behind her, "My husband and I live just past those trees, if I scream he will hear and trust me he is very strong."

"I do not wish you any harm," Dahlia smiled, "I heard you praying for a child, my sister once did the same."

"Were they answered?" The girl stepped closer, she clutched her stomach, eyes wide.

"Yes, but not by the gods," Dahlia grabbed the young woman's hands, "But by me, my name is Dahlia, child, and I am able to make you fertile."

"Y-you are a witch," The girl backed away.

"And so are you," Dahlia nodded, "You remember your brother, his powers so strong that-"

"The village burned him, how do you know this," The girl turned away from Dahlia.

Freya watched, begging Dahlia to leave this girl, not to unleash her tricks upon her.

"Because, Y/n, our families are intertwined, I will spare you the details," Dahlia sighed, "but I will tell you that I am willing to make you a deal."

"How do you know how I am, I stopped practicing when I was to be married," The girl, Y/n, seemed scared, "We journeyed away so no one knew of us."

"I have been looking for you, dear," Dahlia smiled, "I will make you a deal, to create children within you, are you willing?"

"I would do anything," Y/n exclaimed.

"That is what I'd hoped you'd say," Dahlia grabbed her hands, grinning, "All I ask is for the right to every firstborn from your line."

"You would give me a child just to take it away," Y/n pulled back, she looked disgusted.

"No, I would take the first of many," Dahlia cupped the girl's cheek, "You will have so many children that one will not matter."

"Absolutely not!!!" The girl roared pushing the older woman away.

"As you wish," Dahlia spat and returned to the woods.

Freya stared at the girl in wonder, if only her mother had felt the same, then maybe she would be with her little brothers, Finn and Elijah right now. Dahlia had always told her that the outside world was evil, unjust and dangerous but this girl was good.

Y/n began to weep, a large man ran into the field and held her. She cried apologies to him and he gave promises of a child one day, and if that day didn't come he didn't care.

Freya couldn't stay and watch, she looked behind her, wondering if she should run and try to return to her and her Aunt's hut before she got there but her eyes returned to the couple. She slowly wondered out from her hiding place.

The couple turned to Freya as she appeared.

"I apologise," Freya approached them, "my Aunt is cruel, she made the same deal with my mother and I am the product of that. I live a life of misery, forbidden to see the world but forced to do my aunt's bidding, you, you didn't give your child away..."

"I would never," Y/n pulled away from her husband, "I would rather never have a child then to abandon it, I am so sorry your mother didn't understand that."

Freya ran into the woman's arms and they held each other, somehow they had connected through the few moments of knowing each other.

"I can make this right," Freya exclaimed pulling back, "You don't deserve to have a taste of happiness and have it taken away."

"Do you mean.....?"

Freya nodded and knelt down to the girl's stomach and began chanting.