STOLEN | THE ORIGINALS

1.4 | A Vision

[ Chapter Four ]

RAYLYNN HUFFED AS she sat in the middle of the upstairs sitting room. A red tank top hung off her shoulders, while tight black yoga pants clung to her legs. Typically, she would have enjoyed the incredibly comfortable outfit, but that would also include a good book and a mug of hot coffee. Not an activity that made her contort her body in unnatural ways.

Raylynn crossed her legs underneath her as she claimed a soft, purple mat spread across the floor. She had her hands clasped in front of her chest, taking slow, deep breaths to keep herself calm and peaceful. But after awhile, she grew bored and opened her eyes. "So, what exactly is the point of this," Raylynn asked the eldest Mikaelson, who sat next to the huntress own her own mat.

Freya sighed. "It helps you relax and calms your heartrate," she said.

Raylynn dropped her hands to her knees. "I read when I need to relax, and my heartrate is just fine. Thank you very much."

"No, it is abnormally high," Freya stated. "Your magic takes a toll on your body. So to compensate, your heartrate rises."

Raylynn's brows furrowed. "So?"

Freya opened her eyes and turned to face the huntress. "When you get angry, which is quite often I've noticed, your magic becomes unstable. Which in return, raises your heartrate. This should help," she told her and closed her eyes again.

Raylynn pouted. "Yeah, well, it's boring."

"Too bad, you need it."

Raylynn rolled her eyes and resumed her previous position. She did not think she could continue with the activity everyday, but she would try for Freya. With her and Hayley's relationship still on the outs, she did not have very many people in her corner. And coincidentally, neither did Freya. Raylynn breathed deeply, just starting to relax, until someone entered the home and ruined the peaceful atmosphere.

"What are you doing here?" Klaus questioned as he entered the room.

Raylynn opened her eyes to find the hybrid stood before them. She found an expression of slight annoyance and amusement on his features as he stared at his sister.

Freya looked at him with furrowed brows. "I live here?" she said, but it came out more like a question.

Klaus sighed. "Yes. Obviously," he quipped, while the blonde stood to her feet and twisted her body into the warrior pose. "I just hadn't realized you were back from wherever it is you go to when you leave! Perhaps I was thrown off by the lack of strange gentlemen callers perusing the contents of my refrigerator this morning."