Bloody Hands

❝ just one push and i will ignite. ❞ freyja erikson 1000+ year old original vampire

[originalfreyja-blog]

pvgilist:

That she did. It was probably why he still enjoyed being around her even after all that had happened. Freyja was precious to him and even though he had never imagined her turning out the way she did, he quite liked who she was. “Jenny…Jenny…” He repeated a few times. The hybrid heard of that name recently and he thought hard on where. Just who could be old enough to hold a place in his lovely sister’s heart. “Oh…” His eyes widened, but after he regained enough composure he looked over at her. “Jin-Ae, my girl Jin-Ae is your hot, little thing? And you didn’t know that she was here? Freyja, I knew she was here, and I don’t even try keeping track of them.” She made it clear that she wouldn’t speak any more the little half-witch, but he couldn’t hide his surprise. “You probably should if you’re still drinking this garbage.” He lowered the glass and looked around. Alasdair wasn’t too picky when it came to food, but he preferred it if they weren’t intoxicated.

freyja was sure she could’ve snapped her own neck from how quickly she turned to look at her brother at the mention of jenny’s name. while it was no surprise that alasdair knew the hybrid being she was closely associated with their family, freyja wasn’t aware that she had become that close. although she had never openly claimed jenny, that still didn’t mean this information didn’t bother her. how long had this been going on without her knowing? the fact that she didn’t have the answer and that alasdair knew of jenny’s whereabouts when freyja couldn’t find her for three centuries only pissed her off more. “what do you mean ‘my girl’? didn’t mother teach you not to touch what isn’t yours,” she spoke angrily, glaring at him. if it weren’t for her wanting to hear his answer, she would’ve snapped his neck. while she knew it wouldn’t kill him, it would still make her feel better. jenny had always brought out the possessive side of freyja and her hunger didn’t help her mood either. “how long have you been fucking my girlfriend behind my back, alasdair?” knowing that she could handle the situation better if she ate first, freyja took a deep breath. “you’re lucky you’re my brother,” she said. “and i don’t want easy prey. i want to hunt. i like playing with my food first.”

[originalfreyja-blog]

ragnarxerikson:

He stopped mid-sip when Freyja asked her blunt question. “Well I was going to make it a surprise,” Ragnar admitted. “You know, slip in and say hello after I sent my last postcard?” Which he did sent a couple days ago since he decided to come back to new orleans. “But when I came back, I started wandering around, finding old haunts before I told you I was back.”

freyja rolled her eyes at his reply. despite how many centuries had passed since she last saw ragnar, he hadn’t changed one bit and seemed to have nearly perfected the art of giving the run around with his answers, which still irritated the shit out of her. “so, after we bumped into you,” freyja said with a nod. “it may have been awhile, but i can still speak ‘ragnar’. i figured that though, it’s so very like you.” all her siblings were free spirits, including herself, so this was no surprise to her, but she still took matters of family very seriously. “so what have you been up to since the last time i saw you?”

[originalfreyja-blog]

consector:

“And I thought that honesty would die after a while.” She half joked. The immortals she knew were notorious liars, but she wasn’t sure if that was still the truth or if she was still pissed at them all. Her death had been peaceful. The moments leading up to it, however, weren’t. Annalei chuckled at the Original. The Harvest had its cons, but the event allowed her to be honest with herself and it also opened new doors for her. It wasn’t so bad. “One of you. I feel so welcomed.” That was a lie. “As long as they don’t cause any troubles for me, I don’t care. I’d just like to keep New Orleans alive and existing. This place has grown on me.”

“i guess it depends on what kind of person you are. i happen to think honesty is important and that’s why i haven’t let that change,” she explained. “but you can’t avoid lying completely. sometimes you have to lie, as long as it’s for a good reason, but it’s when you use it too frequently to manipulate others that it can get out of hand. being a vampire makes it very easy for that to happen, which is why a lot of us are good liars.” that was one of the things freyja hated about her kind and why she trusted so few of them. “you shouldn’t. we’re a selfish race, so don’t bother looking for kinship.” freyja told her. while the mayor was young, freyja still figured she knew that already. “you’re a vampire, sweetheart, and the mayor. you’re practically target number two after my family.”

[originalfreyja-blog]

consector:

Annalei wondered how things would be if she ever got to live to the other woman’s current age. “Eriksons are as honest as I’ve been told.” She smiled, even as she wondered how far removed she would be from her humanity if she ever lived for a millennia. “You aren’t wrong.” Not that she expected Freyja to be. The Eriksons had a certain way of commanding a room without even trying; an air of surreal confidence emanated from them. It was both admirable and stifling. “The former mayor was a warlock, for starters, and they’ve just completed a harvest, but I’m sure you knew that too. I’m sure they’ll get in your business soon enough.”

“we are in our own way, but i like to think i’m the most out of my siblings.” she shrugged. even before she had become a vampire, freyja had always been honest and not afraid to tell others what she thought. while it had been amplified from the change and she found it less important to sugarcoat her words or care for someone’s feelings as the centuries passed, she was still the same in that sense. “thank god i wasn’t here,” she groaned with a roll of her eyes. there was nothing worse than a witch with twice the power. “but at least you’re one of us. and yes, i heard about that. what an utter failure on everyone’s part. they should’ve been killed. and of course they will! witches are always nosey when it comes to vampires, as annoying as it is. it’s nice to dream, though”

[decmon-blog1]

@originalfreyja

     ‘ my, my, my you are quite BEAUTIFUL. your reputation far exceeds what i could of imagined. it’s as if i’m gazing upon a fallen angel kissed by lucifer himself. ’

[originalfreyja-blog]

freyja had been scrolling through her phone for something interesting to read when she heard someone address her. before she even looked up at what she could tell was a woman, she burst out laughing and did so for a few more seconds before finally looking up at an attractive redhead. “you’re funny. i like that one. very flattering,” freyja smiled, her head tilted. “but if that’s your way of kissing ass, you’ll have to do more than that, sweetheart.”

[originalfreyja-blog]

retrogressed:

She gave an unspoken yes because that was the truth of it all. ❝Because I don’t deserve you and I couldn’t stand being what I was.❞ Acceptance was something that escaped her over the years. She couldn’t fit the idea of a vampire; she was too soft and too fearful of killing. The hybrid couldn’t be a witch; no coven would take an immortal and the truth was some spells needed more than one magical practitioner. ❝I…❞ Jenny looked up at the original. ❝I was- I couldn’t control my self!❞ Her eyes darted away from her face briefly as she ran her hand through her hair. The memories flooded her mind like a nightmare. ❝I was no better than a drug addict. I couldn’t think straight and god, all the lives I ruined… I couldn’t function properly… And- what was I supposed to do? I’m not going to stop you from doing as you like.❞

It wasn’t like she could. Even if she had a witch’s ability, Jenny wouldn’t have been able to raise a hand against Freyja. ❝I don’t even know what you saw in me.❞ She looked back at her, genuinely distressed. ❝Why would you spend three centuries worried for something so dysfunctional?❞ Jenny loathed herself and how nothing about her seemed enough. ❝Jesus, I…I wasn’t planning on seeing you again because I was planning for New Orleans to be the last place. My vampirism hasn’t done anything good for me, Freyja, and I’ve outlived my grandchildren and their children. Desiccated in a tomb that’s where I belong. That’s where balance is because I’m an abomination.❞  

if she had been hearing this from someone else, freyja would’ve rolled her eyes and told them to stop being a little bitch and learn to live with themselves. she couldn’t stand vampires who didn’t realize how much being a vampire was a gift and how it had given them something all humans spent their entire lives wanting more of : time. but jenny was always the exception when it came to everything. even though freyja couldn’t understand what the hybrid was going through since she had long lost touch with her humanity, she knew she had to try to bring some sense to her. “why would you think such a thing? you’re the only one i deserve. i couldn’t think of being with anyone else but you.” she moved to caress jenny’s cheek, almost pleading for her to understand. it was so simple to freyja because that’s how it had always been for her and she wanted jenny to know that. “have you…have you felt that way about yourself even after all the years we spent together?” freyja frowned, feeling hurt just from asking. 

while she knew that jenny wasn’t going to like what freyja had in mind to say next, would more than likely never consider doing it, but it was the only option she had in mind to stop the other woman’s pain. “then turn it off. turn off your humanity. you don’t need it anymore. you’re above it now,” freyja told her. she couldn’t stand to see how much pain jenny’s guilt brought her and would suggest anything to make it disappear. “and if you can’t control your bloodlust, then i’ll teach you. there are ways.” freyja would take care of jenny in her time of need and would never abandoned her. “i saw you for what you are and loved you because of it. was that so wrong of me to do,” she chuckled softly with a smile, but it quickly disappeared when she heard jenny’s next words. “no, don’t you dare. i’ll kill you myself before i let you do that. there’s nothing wrong with you. you’re not an abomination, you’re blessed. there’s no need to keep hiding what you are so stop fighting it.”

[lightfulls]

@originalfreyja

    ‘ nope, i need MORE than that. keep it going. ’ fingers drum idly against the table, luna’s mind busy and thoughts straying. with the bar closed and it being early morning hours she needed a friend. more so a outside opinion. or maybe, just maybe, to not be ALONE. the mind was a dangerous place alone.

[originalfreyja-blog]

freyja raised an eyebrow and looked up at luna when she heard her speak. she stopped pouring the drink for a moment and then took a good look at the other woman, taking in her body language as well as the expression on her face. it was obvious that she was physically there, but not so much mentally. “alright, what is it? i can practically feel there’s something wrong from over here. go on, spit it out.” freyja spoke blunty and put the decanter down, brows raised expectantly.

[originalfreyja-blog]

pvgilist:

“I’m tempted to say no, but I’ll let you have this one.” He grinned at her. Of the Erikson women, she was his favourite still living sister. “I think you missed your family, including the hot one.” He wasn’t referring to any of the Eriksons, but if Freyja was the marrying type, he was sure that the special girl that she refused to talk about at the moment would have been the ‘hot one,’ but Alasdair quickly shrugged to give off the effect of a playful guess. “An’ I thought women liked talkin’ ‘bout ‘substance.’ But yeah, they look hot. Dark hair, both pretty damn athletic and strong, sexy.” He had a type and words weren’t his strong point. “If ya wanna see ‘em, one works at the Claw and the other one is at the Warehouse. Now if yer interested in stealing girls, which goes against certain codes, I’m sure you can turn on the tv for the mayor or see her at the city hall. She’s new, young, and terribly hungry.” He grinned. “But she’s only a vampire, boring.”

“i knew you’d see it my way. i have a talent for that.” she smiled proudly. she still thought it was cute that her brother thought he could do anything else other than agree with her. he might be the better fighter, but freyja could run circles around him with her words without breaking a sweat. “if it’s jenny you’re referring too, then no. i had no idea she was in new orleans until i heard her voice.” she told him. never in a million years would she have thought to find jenny here, of all places, but it appeared the world was small after all. “alasdair, i’ve lived for over a thousand years, i could give a shit about substance,” freyja rolled her eyes. no heart, beating or otherwise, could ever match up to the one jenny had, so she settled for looks instead. “ooh, they sound interesting, but stealing girls isn’t my thing. seducing them is much more fun. speaking of girls, i’m starving. want to catch a bite?”

[originalfreyja-blog]

consector:

Annalei was a newborn who didn’t have much of an allegiance to her species or the one she was a part of before, but then again, in any case, politicians were a breed of their own. “The storm ruined a lot of the good stuff, so there will be another shipment, but a good shipment can easily be ruined by a weak bartender.” She shrugged. “I haven’t been in office for long, so I’m sorry for not preparing enough, but it’s a big deal to see an Erikson back. I be the witches aren’t too happy about a potential family reunion.”

“despite how relieved i am to hear that, i think i’ll pass on waiting for it. i’m sure the lovely rich families of the city would be more than happy to share their collection with me.” freyja said. while that wasn’t entirely true, it didn’t matter to her because she’d just compel them to, anyway. and if she wanted anything else they’d owned, she’d take that too. vampires never asked those beneath them, only commanded. “ah! so you’re the mayor i’ve been hearing about. hmm, i expected you to be older. you’re practically a newborn,” she spoke bluntly as she gave the woman the once over. “anyway! i couldn’t give a shit how the witches feel. as long as they keep out of our business, there won’t be any problems.”

[originalfreyja-blog]

alisonthcrne:

‘‘ oh i like the city.’‘ alison responded, gaze on the blonde. ‘‘ it’s the residents that bother me.’‘ & she was mostly referring to the bloodsuckers who seemed to believe the would rlue this city for all eternity. the witches were a pain in the ass, but at least wolves and witches had a chance at living peacefully together. wolves and vampires not so much.

“and i’m right back to my point of you not having to be here. would you look at that,” she said, her tone light but condescending. freyja knew that she probably shouldn’t start anything with the werewolf, but it was too fun not to. “but you have no need to feel threatened by us. we promise not to throw your kind into the pound…as long as you follow our rules.” while she was too old to care about the political ambitions or rules set by the babies of her kind, it was still fun to pretend with the wolves.

[originalfreyja-blog]

ragnarxerikson:

Ragnar chuckled at his sister when she tossed the drink back. “I think it’s just for tonight,” he told her as he took a sip of his own glass of whiskey. “Though in some places in this city the liquor does taste like shit and I don’t know how they survive on that swill.”

“exactly! i’ve been thinking the same thing since i arrived here.” freyja exclaimed, happy to know that she wasn’t alone with her observation. with the amount of places she had visited, she was beginning to second guess if it really was the bartenders or just her taste buds. “so tell me, big brother. when exactly were you planning on telling us you were in new orleans? before or after we bumped into you?” freyja asked bluntly, brows raise expectantly.

[originalfreyja-blog]

alisonthcrne:

the blondes words caught alisons attention, almost as if her scent hadn’t been filling her nostrils ever since she stepped into the bar. the girls first instinct had been to move a seat to the left, but she did not want to appear as RUDE. ‘‘—— it’s new orleans, maybe try lowering your expectations.’‘

“i don’t think it’s me who needs to change their expectations,” freyja responded. her comment had only been about how the alcohol wasn’t what it had been when she was previously in new orleans centuries ago, not the city itself. she loved new orleans and had watched as it slowly grow into what it was today. “if you don’t like the city, then you don’t have to be here.”

[originalfreyja-blog]

pvgilist:

“Yer simply too serious.” Alasdair knew that people didn’t always feel entertained by him, but he wasn’t making them for their sake. As long as he was entertained then it was fine. “To drink, mhm, right, ok. I’m jus’ gonna pretend that’s all it. And you’ll never have enough to drink, Freyja. Vampires take forever to get get drunk even with your figure.” He chuckled and before settling into a silly grin. “One owns a bar, so it’s sexy, and the other one is a crime boss. Oh and her current gal is the mayor. Very hot, no?”

“if you think i’m too serious, then you really have been gone too long. just face it, al, your sense of humor is odd. it’s okay to admit it.” freyja playfully replied, tapping his shoulder. while she wouldn’t argue that she could be serious at times, she was more looser and fun on the daily. “you don’t believe me? alright, then why don’t you tell me why you think i’m here.” freyja was sure she was going to love this. “yeah, my point exactly. i’ll need to drink the whole damn bar before we go there.” there was no way she could talk about jenny without lots of alcohol in her system. “i could care less what they do, alasdair. i want to know how they look.”

[originalfreyja-blog]

retrogressed:

She never saw herself as a memorable person. Farmers were important but people didn’t think too hard on the people who raised the food that they ate and when it came to her, she did her best to limit her interaction with the people she provided for. If she wasn’t standing in front of Freyja, she would have laughed. Just how did she manage to leave enough of an impact to warrant this much anger? 

❝It’s crystal. Just give me a moment…❞ She averted her eyes and nodded before taking Freyja’s hand. Lightly, she pulled while she walked back to man she had been trying to network with.  It was like the other woman hadn’t changed since she last saw her; the original still went straight to the point.  ❝Listen, Tim, I need to cut this short…❞ She glanced back at Freyja. ❝Let’s have a followup within this week…❞ After she got him to agree, she left with the original and found a quiet alleyway outside. 

❝It’s been centuries… I didn’t expect to see you again.❞ She stated. Jenny still kept her head shamefully bowed. ❝I left for a lot of reasons… and to be honest, I don’t want to talk about them.❞ She wasn’t sure if she knew Freyja as well as she once did, but she was afraid of telling her the truth. She hated herself for being a vampire, for enjoying blood the way she had. Jenny felt dirty. ❝It was my fault, I know…❞ She was finding it increasingly difficult to explain. Freyja’s temper was a force to fear.

pleased that there would be no misunderstandings between them, freyja nodded her head and took a step back to allow the hybrid to do what she needed to do. she had been perfectly content with remaining where she was so she hadn’t expected jenny to take her hand. but the moment she did, freyja felt the familiar twist in her stomach and the powerful spark that she used to crave whenever they weren’t together. it made her want to pull jenny close and never let her go, but she refrained from doing so and allowed herself to be pulled in the direction they needed to go. 

once jenny had cancelled her meeting and then they fell into the shadows of an alleyway, freyja remained silent to let jenny explain herself, and she didn’t like what she heard. “so you were running from me, is that it? planning for us to never cross paths again?” she asked, trying to keep the pain she felt inside from reaching her face. was their love that easy for jenny to toss aside? that seemed to be the case, and it angered her. “no, look at me, dammit,” she growled. “i want to know why. i want to hear you say it to my face. look me in the eyes and tell me why i’ve spent 300 years worried sick about you when you get to pretend like what we had was nothing!” freyja didn’t care if jenny was frightened of her now, all she wanted was answers.

[originalfreyja-blog]

pvgilist:

They were both there when they lost their sister and whenever he thought about it, he knew that he should have never suggested going out that night. Alasdair would never know why he let them come with him. ″Dearest! So you’ve missed me. An’ don’t be so disappointed in me. You should be disappointed in yer poor humour.″ He teased back. ″Some of my girls are in town and they’re fun. What are you doin’ here? Is your girl in town? Have I met her? Is she hot?”

“i might’ve missed you, but definitely not your pathetic attempts at telling a decent joke. and oh, don’t blame me for your failure. my sense of humor is fine.” she rolled her eyes. she could never stand how her brother tried to be funny when it was obvious that he wasn’t and sometimes wondered if he had ever succeeded in making just one person laugh. freyja doubted it. “to drink, obviously,” she looked at him like he was an idiot, but it quickly changed to annoyance at the mention of jenny. “don’t. i haven’t had enough to drink to talk about her. the real question is, are your girls hot?”

[originalfreyja-blog]

damarisxstrong:

“Wouldn’t know, sis, Damaris replied, plopping herself into a bar stool and the corners of her lip turning up into a grin. There she was. “I’m going to pass tonight.”

“i remember when this city used to have one of the best tasting liquors of the 17th century, some that even rivaled paris. it seems times have changed, and not for the better.” freyja frowned. she had been to three bars already and nothing she was given seemed to taste good enough for her. she was convinced it was the bartenders. “well, little one, if you’re not here to drink, then why are you here?” freyja questioned.

[originalfreyja-blog]

nova-chen:

“‘Boring,’ eh? That’s a new one. Most people just call me weird.” He admitted without any shame. He knew that it was true anyways from experience, seeing as he was the only one, even within his own family of witches and warlocks, that had such a strong affinity to Earth magic making him more attuned to Nature than other humans, supernatural or otherwise. To him though, while his life did revolve basically around plants, it certainly wasn’t boring. “Mmmm… not sure about that either. I know the owner here, so everything’s on the house, and I’m not that picky to begin with. I’m afraid all my knowledge revolves around plants… and medicine, that too.”

“always a first time for everything.” she shrugged. freyja had her own reasons for calling him boring, but she couldn’t understand why he was called weird for his choices since now-a-days drinking was more for enjoyment rather than for survival. during her time, it was either mead or the contaminated water of the lake so it would make more sense, but not in this age, though she didn’t bother questioning it. “oh god, you’re a tree hugger witch, aren’t you.” freyja groaned, her face twisted up in disapproval. she always thought the plant loving ones were the boring kind.