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Chapter One Hundred & Two
Elijah took Rebekah upstairs so that the three siblings could speak alone, while I stayed downstairs with Freya. I came into the dining room, and she stood up when she saw me.
"I do believe this is the first time I've been able to speak with you alone," Freya smiled softly.
I nodded. "Yes, I think so."
She walked around the table to meet me. "When did you start showing your potential for magic?" she asked. "I'm just curious. I was about five years old."
I smiled a little. "My parents told me that when I was two years old, I got frustrated with one of my wooden toys for some odd reason, and it caught fire. I suppose that was when it first happened for me, but I didn't really train it until I was around four years of age."
She seemed intrigued. "I've never heard of anyone starting that young."
I shrugged my shoulders. "Well, I suppose I was just different. Maybe that was why the other witches seemed to hate me."
"Perhaps," she said. "Or maybe it was because they knew what you would become."
I watched her in silence for a second, then exhaled a long and deep breath before walking over to one of the tables in the dining room and pouring a glass of bourbon. I took a drink from it, then sighed and spoke. "Become what? A monster? A demon?" I licked the remaining liquid off of my lips. "A killer?"
"No. A savior," she said.
I turned to her, unsure of what to say. Then I walked over to my spot and put the glass down. I could hear their conversation upstairs, and I knew that Elijah and Rebekah had finally convinced Klaus to let Freya help Rebekah. Or, at least, stopped him from saying no.
"Freya, we need your help," I said. "Rebekah has been inhabiting the body of a rebellious and frankly quite sadistic witch that is attempting at retaking it. I barely know anything about body jumping, and whatever I do know... Well, I've never learned about a soul trying to reclaim it's body. I would be lying if I said that you weren't our only hope."
She seemed intrigued, then she smiled. "Of course. I'll see what I can do."
I grinned and led her to the stairs. We went up to the second floor, and went to one of the family rooms, where Elijah and Rebekah were awaiting Freya and Klaus was trying to give himself alcohol poisoning.
"Rebekah," Freya said, smiling as she walked over to her. Rebekah stood and met her, and Freya took her hands in hers. "It's good to see you again."
"And you," Rebekah replied. "Though, I'd prefer better circumstances."
"You needn't worry," Freya said as they both sat down. "Roseia explained the problem. I can help."
"Rather confident, aren't we?" Klaus said from his seat, where he was currently sulking and drinking more than usual. He didn't even face her.
Freya looked at him with an annoyed expression, then sighed and looked back at Rebekah. "The spirit of the host body is powerful, but I can cast a spell. Put you in a deep sleep, and then suppress this other essence. You'll be just fine," she smiled reassuringly.
"Lovely," Rebekah let out a sigh of relief. "When do we start?"
Klaus groaned. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me. She spouts off some magical diagnosis, and we are all supposed to applaud?"
"Nik, she's trying to help!" Rebekah insisted.
Klaus turned towards us. "Yes, but for the sake of keeping our options open, why not write down your spells and incantations? That way, we can have them double-checked by an impartial third party, say Davina. She'd love to prove me wrong."
Freya was offended, and she had a right to be. "I doubt she would understand my magic, let alone have the power to execute it."
"Oh. So you're our only hope, then? Seems rather convenient, doesn't it?" he still wasn't convinced that he should trust her.
Rebekah was just as disgusted by him as I was, and Freya looks both hurt and betrayed.
"Niklaus, if you have an issue with Freya and her attempt to actually help us and fix the situation with your sister, then kindly go and make yourself somewhat useful and get the hell out of this room and bring back some tea," I shouted at him, and everyone flinched at my sudden anger. "No? You don't have a problem?" I growled. "Good answer."
He narrowed his eyes at me, then glared at Freya.
Freya looked at me with a thankful expression, then turned back to Nik. "I knew it would be difficult to win your trust, Niklaus. Your reputation precedes you."
Klaus only smiled while she stood and started to walk towards him.
"But if we are to face Dahlia together, you will have to trust me. Given the peril that Rebekah now faces, are you truly incapable of giving me even a chance to prove myself?"
Klaus rolled his eyes in reply, then turned back to the bar. Freya turned back to us, addressing Elijah and Rebekah.
"I know I appear as an outsider, but I have dreamt of you all for a thousand years," she said, and Rebekah and Elijah both smiled ever so slightly. "Elijah, when you were in Esther's womb, she would ask me to sing to you. I would feel her belly as I did," she laughed. "How you would kick. She would say, 'it was as if Thor himself had raised his hammer...'"
Elijah finished the quote for her. "'And summoned thunder and lightning,'" he continued. She both smiled at each other, and Elijah seemed touched that she remembered this. He trusted her, I could see that. I hadn't seem him this happy in a long time. "Mother rarely mentioned you. When she did, she would say how enchanted you were by the prospect of my birth."
Freya smiled again. "How I wanted more brothers and a sister," she looked over at Rebekah, who smiled kindly at her. "More than anything, but between Esther and Dahlia, that wish was taken from me. I was ruined by those who raised me. If nothing else, at least we have that in common," she looked over at Klaus, who was still scowling. Then she looked back at her other brother. "There is nothing that can replace what was taken from us, but I hope we can make something better in its place. All you have to do is trust me."
But before anyone could say anything, Klaus sped over to her and broke her neck. Both Rebekah and I tried to intervene, but neither of us were fast enough.
"Well, that's enough of that, don't you think?" he asked, then dropped her body to the ground. "Now we can have a proper family meeting."
I stared at him, my hands balled into fists. I felt the anger raging inside of me, and I knew I wanted nothing more than to cause Klaus pain. I saw his eyes widen, right before he began to clutch as his head and scream in pain.
"Roseia!" Elijah shouted, taking my hand in his.
My eyes widened when I saw what I was doing, and I stopped. I panted, shocked at what I had just done. I had just thought about killing one of my closest friends. What on earth was wrong with me?
I rushed out of the room, and heard Elijah follow after me. "Go back," I said to him without turning and walking straight to the staircase. "Make sure he doesn't kill her."
"Roseia, what happened? Are you alright?"
"No, I'm not alright!" I shouted, the anger suddenly returning. I calmed down a little, feeling my body starting to heat up. I was losing control. Just like I had after I had turned my humanity off. "I'm sorry, Elijah. I just need some time alone," I said, swallowing dryly before leaving the building.
*
I went to our spot. I knew that it was likely one of the first places he would look to find me, but I also knew that he was aware of my current state. I was overwhelmed.
For some odd reason, it seemed like today, every terrible act I had ever committed had come back to me. It felt like the gates between good and evil suddenly blew out, and it was all a blur before my eyes. I didn't know why I was like that. I didn't know why it suddenly hurt so much.
In this instant, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of person I truly was, All that I had done was to protect those I cared about. But what if that toll was too much? What if I had hurt too many people? What if my mind just couldn't take it anymore?
My heart was racing. I could feel it in my chest. It was the only reason I knew I had one.
The Mikaelson's were the only reason why I was here. They were the only thing that kept me strong. And now Finn had turned on us, Kol was dead, and Rebekah's life was in danger, and there wasn't a single thing I could do about it.
Or was there?
I allowed the mental, emotional, and physical exhaustion overtake me, completely unaware of what awaited me in my dreams. Or, rather, my memories.
"Roseia!" I heard my mother's voice calling me, and my father and I both looked at each other in worry. I tied Ambrose's reigns to the post, then my father and I both ran to the other side of the house.
My mother was a calm person. She didn't get worried unless something truly terrible had happened. Both of us knew that.
I was only child then, maybe eight or nine years old. I had nearly forgotten the events of that day. But it appeared that they were all in the back of my mind.
"The villagers are in a panic," my mother explained. "The soul that once owned the body that Antonio is now inhabiting is trying to take his body back," she swallowed, throwing on her cloak. She looked down at me and sent a soft and nervous smile, then took my father's hand and pulled him off to the side, likely to explain to him a little further. Little did they know, I could still hear them.
"Antonio is inhabiting Trevor's body. Trevor murdered half of the witches in the city, he needs to be put down before he claims his body back."
"But how can we do that with Antonio in his body?" my father asked.
"Antonio needs to use his subconsciousness and battle Trevor, and he needs to win in order to live. And he cannot do that without our help. If he does not win this fight, he will fade into oblivion," she whispered in a panicked tone. "We need to help him."
"How?"
She bit her lip. "We need to go with him."
"Go with him?" he asked, his eyes widening. "Alessia, are you suggesting-"
"Yes," she said. "We need to go inside of Trevor's subconsciousness... We need to fight him in his own world."
He swallowed. "We could both die, you know that, right?"
She nodded. "Yes, but if we do not do this... Then we lose your brother forever."
I woke up, startled, and taking deep breaths. I was panting. And when I looked around, I realized that I was no longer under the tree. It was night, and I was in my room. I could hear Elijah and Klaus talking in his living room, and I jumped out of the bed. I was dressed in the clothing that I had on before, but my shoes and jacket were removed. I ran out into the living room, almost slipping when my socks slid a bit on the hardwood floor. They both looked over at me, surprised at my sudden appearance.
"Roseia," Elijah said. "I tried waking you, but-"
I spoke, interrupting him. "I know what to do. I know how to save Rebekah."