How She Changed Her

Her Story

Hope gave her a change of clothes.
"Is this what people wear nowadays?" Freya laughed.
"I'm sure Klaus doesn't understand this nonsense."

"Wait Klaus? You knew my father?" Hope asked.
"Father? He has a daughter?" Freyas eyes widened.
"Yes me. How do you know him?" Hope questioned.
"I knew him in the 1920's. We were at a bar. The place was shot at, and he ran." Freya responded.

"I would love to see him again." Freya smiled.
"That won't be possible, he's dead." Hope cleared her throat.

"Oh." Freya sighed.

Freya finally made it into the 21st century.

"Can you tell us your story?" Mg asked.
"Of course."

"I was 12. My father woke me up to trigger my curse. He was abusive to me. I later realized he was making me kill my best friend, Pearl. So instead of killing her, I killed another pack member. I ran away from them for 5 years. I became a siphoning tribrid at 17. Then, in 1920, I found a coffin and spelled it shut so they could not find me." Freya replied.

Freya heard someone coming.

"Dimeterre." She screamed as Kaleb was flung to the wall.

"Sorry. Just a bit paranoid." Freya moved a couch underneath him and dropped him.

"Freya, can you come with me please?" Hope smiled.
"Yes, let's go!" Freya ran after her.

They reached Mr.Saltzmans office.

"Hello Mr.Saltzman, what do you need?" Freya asked.
"Freya, your pack is coming. They are tracking you down as we speak. You need to do something about them." Alaric replied.

"But sir, the alpha is my father. I can't kill him! I'm too weak to face them." Freya frowned.

"Hey, it's okay. You are a tribrid, you are the first of your kind! If you need back up, we are here." Hope put her arm on Freyas shoulder.

Freya grew butterflies in her stomach.
"Your right. Thank you." Freya smiled.