A/N: Hey everyone. I'm so sorry for the long wait. I've been really busy lately. Anyway, I was reading over the story so far and realized I made a big mistake. Seeing as how TVD timeline is still at 2012, which I keep forgetting. I'm not sure about OUAT, but let's just say their still in 2012 too. Okay? I went back and fixed some of the problems in the story. If I missed any I'm sorry. But really all you need to know is that Freya was born in 1994 and met Damon in 2003. I had to fix the year for her birth so she'd be 18 in 2012. CARRY ON AND ENJOY! :)

My anxiety heightened as I passed the sign that said I was in New Orleans. I couldn't find anything about why I would see that thing with Kai. I've decided it must have been a crazy dream induced by the spell Joshua used to knock me out. It has to be. Right?

So, I decided it was finally time to face Elijah. I don't want to, but I can't avoid him forever. He doesn't deserve to be treated like that. 'What am I suppose to say to him?' I thought. My nerves felt like they were about to tear each other apart.

I can't wait until I get this over with. Maybe I can see Davina before I go back home. I was brought back to reality when I heard my phone ringing. I picked it up, "Hello?" "Where the hell are you?!" Damon's voice yelled through the phone.

I didn't tell anyone where I was going. Mainly because I left last night. I had tried to sleep but I couldn't, so I decided it was the perfect opportunity to see Elijah and straighten things out. "I called your phone earlier and I didn't get an answer, then I called Jeremy and he told me you weren't home. Where are you?" Damon's voice held worry and anger. "I'm in New Orleans. I couldn't sleep last night, so I decided to come here," I explain.

"Why?" he asked. "I need to get this situation with Elijah resolved." "You said that with such dread. You've never been that way when you're going to see Elijah," he commented. "It's different when we're going to talk about something I've been avoiding," I say. "You don't have to do this right now."

"Yeah, I do. I finally got the courage to do it and if I don't do it now, then I never will. I can't avoid it forever," I reply. "What are you going to say to him?" he asks. "I don't know." "Well, I wish you luck," he says. "Thanks," I say with a small smile.

"Be careful and I'll see you when you get home." "No promises," I say. "Just try. I love you, Faye," he tells me. "I love you too, Damon," I say back before hanging up. I sigh as I see the compound.

I park my jeep, but it takes me a minute to actually get out. I look up at the building anxiously. I feel the little bit of confidence I had earlier go away and I'm filled with more nervousness and slight fear. 'I can't do this,' I think. I feel so... small.

'I should just go home. Coming here was a mistake,' I think. I nod my head with my decision and open the door to my jeep. I was about to get in when a voice stops me. "Freya?" I look up to see Hayley.

I don't know what I expected to feel when I saw her. Anger? Envy? Jealousy? Hate?

I don't hate her. How can I? I'm not even mad at her. She's just a girl who took care of someone I care about when I died. She loved him in my absence. She did what I could not.

There's a part of me that wished she hadn't, but that would be selfish of me. She helped Elijah when I couldn't. She repaired the damage I had created. She made him better. I can't possibly hate her.

"Hi, Hayley," I said, giving her a small smile as I closed the door to the jeep. "Elijah told me you were back," she said, walking over to me. "He also told me you aren't talking to him." I didn't say anything to her. I didn't know what I should say. A feeling I've become all too familiar with.

"I'm sorry if you feel like you need to avoid him because of me. I don't want that and I don't want you to hate me for that," she explained. "I don't hate you. I never could. Yes I'm upset, but it's not about you. Okay I'm being nice, it is about you. But you're not the only reason that I've been avoiding him," I start to explain. "I understand. I just want you to know that I never wanted to hurt you."

"I do know that and I'm thankful that you're actually taking my feelings into consideration. But I can't be mad at you. You took care of him when I was gone," I say. "Well, he's inside," she said, before leading me into the compound. I hesitantly followed her, completely aware of how slow I was walking. She noticed too, but didn't say anything. She just gave me an encouraging smile.

The first person I saw when I finally got inside was Klaus. I couldn't help but smile as I saw him. I guess you never know how much you actually like a person until you die and think you're never going to see them again. "Faye. Elijah told me about your miraculous return from the grave," he said with a smirk as I walked over to him. "I missed you too. May I?" I asked and I knew he understood what I was referring to.

He takes a minute to think about it before he sighs quietly and nods, "But just this once." I smiled and hugged him, which to my surprise he returned. The hug lasted only a few seconds before he lightly pushed me away. "Never tell anyone of this or you'll regret it," he warned. "Of course," I say, smiling at him.

"I assume you're here to talk to Elijah?" he asks. I nod as the anxiety and nervous feeling returns. "He's upstairs, but I should warn you that he hasn't been himself lately." I give him a confused look. "Esther took him and she did something to his mind. He's been on edge ever since," he explains. I nod in understanding, "Thanks for the heads up."

I make my way up the stairs and to Elijah's room. I take a deep breath before I knock on the door. "Come in," I heard him say. 'This is it. You can do this, Faye,' I thought to myself. I took another deep breath and slowly opened the door.

The moment I saw him, looking at me, I wanted to leave, get in my jeep, and go home. I honestly had no idea what to say to him. 'What do I say to him?' I think. "Hi," I say, quietly. '"Hi"? That's what you choose to say? Nice one, Faye,' I scold myself.

"Hello," he said, smiling and laughing slightly. "What are you doing here?" he asked, walking over and standing in front of me. "I came to talk to you," I answered. He nodded in understanding and waited for me to continue. I tried to think of a good way to start.

I sighed in frustration, "This is harder than I thought it would be." "It's alright. Take your time," he said. He's always so patient. Especially with me. "First, I wanted to thank you for the gifts. They were very thoughtful," I said, trying to diffuse some of the tension that was building up inside me and between us.

"You're welcome. I'm glad you liked them," he said, smiling at me. I wish he'd stop smiling at me. It's just making this harder and longer than it needs to be. "You know I decided to leave right after I got here, but before I got the chance Hayley saw me and stopped me. She was explaining everything and she thought I hated her," I started. I sighed slightly, "I don't hate her. I told her that. I explained that I understood and I was grateful to her."

"Grateful?' Elijah asked, confused. "She helped take care of you while I was gone. She loved you when you needed it. She did what I couldn't," I explain. "Freya--" he started, but I cut him off. "No. Rebekah told me what happened after I died. Because of me you were broken. I ruined you. And... Hayley, she helped you. She fixed the mess I made. I always be grateful to her for that," I said, feeling tears forming in my eyes. "You didn't ruin me. I was grieving. That's what anyone does when someone they love dies," he said, holding my hands.

I shook my head and pulled my hands away, "If it wasn't for me you wouldn't have been like that." "You blame yourself?" he asked in disbelief. I stayed quiet. "It wasn't your fault. You can't blame yourself for something you had no control over," he tried to reason. Why was he doing this to me?

It was my fault. I could have prevented my death, but I was too consumed by my anger over Stefan's murder that I had to go and get my self killed. Being angry and sad over Stefan is normal. He's like a brother to me, as is Damon. They're family.

I've lost people before, but I never felt anger like that before. If I hadn't have lost control and tried to kill that parasite, Julian, that had taken over Tyler's body then none of this would have happened. I'm not even that made that he moved on anymore. People do that everyday. I mad that because of me Elijah had to go through what he did.

"Stop defending me! Of course I blame myself!" I yelled, tears clearly streaming down my face. I knew there were vampires downstairs that could hear everything I was saying, probably even without vamp hearing, but I didn't care. "I'm the reason you were like that! I don't even care that you moved on anymore because that's life! I care that I made you like that!" Everything I was saying, I was screaming. Everything that I've felt since I came back was bubbling to the surface and I couldn't hold it back anymore.

He didn't stop me either. He knows I need to be like this every once in a while. I've never been good with expressing how I feel. I just bottle it up inside, but eventually that bottle bursts and it's like a dam collapses. Everything comes out and I completely lose it.

My breathing was ragged from the yelling and crying. The tears were still flowing but no sound came from me besides my breathing. No sobs. No whimpers. Nothing except my breath.

"Freya, you don't need to blame yourself because you're alive now. None of it matters," he said, trying to calm me down. I let out a light chuckle. "You have no idea how wrong you are. My destiny was written out for me long ago and apparently you aren't meant to be part of it." He looks at me surprised. "The universe is a cruel thing. Stupid universe," I mumble to myself before leaving without another word. And he lets me.

I planned on driving back home, but I was still crying and the tears started to blur my vision so I had to stop before I even got far away from the compound. My cheeks were wet and my wrists hurt a little from hitting the steering wheel in anger a few times. 'A normal life. Is that too much to ask for?' I thought to myself. I watched some of the people passing by, living their normal lives, and I couldn't help but envy them. I also couldn't help feeling jealous of them.

Why do they get to be normal and not me? Was I a bad person in another life and this is my punishment?

To be given up at birth. To live on the street for most of my early childhood. To be burdened with being a powerful witch with no self-control in the beginning. To fall in love with someone who most describe as a monster. To die and hurt the ones I love. To find out about a destiny set in motion before I was born. To not be able to be with the one I love.

Who would willingly take that life? If I had a choice, I wouldn't.

Third Person POV:

By the time Freya got home, it was late at night. She noticed Jeremy wasn't home, but there was no doubt in her mind that he wasn't alright. Really the only thing that was on her mind right now was that she was upset. And being raised by Damon there's one thing you do when you're upset: drink. So, she blasted the stereo so loud that the music filled every room in the house and she got a bottle of Damon's strongest bourbon. She drank and danced, trying to make herself feel better.

She was halfway through the bottle when Cherry Pie by Warrant started playing and she smiled. This was always one of her favorite songs growing up.

She's my cherry pie

Cool drink of water such a sweet surprise

Tastes so good makes a grown man cry

Sweet Cherry Pie

Freya started singing along and she danced and drank. This was the most fun she'd had in a while.

I scream you scream

We all scream for her

Don't even try 'cause

You can't ignore her

She's my cherry pie

Cool drink of water

Such a sweet surprise

Tastes so good

Make a grown man cry

Sweet cherry pie oh yea

She's my cherry pie

Put a smile on your face

Ten miles wide

Looks so good

Bring a tear to your eye

Sweet cherry pie

She couldn't help the sudden relief she felt flowing through her as she danced around. It felt amazing to be able to let loose.

Swinging in the bathroom

Swingin' on the floor

Swingin' so hard

We forgot to lock the door

In walks her daddy

Standin' six foot four

He said you ain't gonna swing

With my daughter no more

She's my cherry pie

Cool drink of water

Such a sweet surprise

Tastes so good

Make a grown man cry

Sweet cherry pie oh yea

She's my cherry pie

Put a smile on your face

Ten miles wide

Looks so good

Bring a tear to your eye

Sweet cherry pie

Sweet cherry pie

Swing it!

The moment she stopped dancing and singing, she heard clapping. "I didn't know you could sing," an all too familiar voice said. She looked around until her eyes fell on Kai Parker. "I must have drunk more than I thought," she said, looking at the bottle of bourbon in her hand for a moment before looking back at Kai. She slowly walked closer to him at the moment the next song started playing.

"It looks so real this time," she said as she poked his cheek, thinking that she was hallucinating. "That's because I am real," Kai said with and amused smirk. "Nuh huh. The real Kai is stuck in a prison world, so you can't possibly be him," she said in a childish tone. Freya never slurred her words when she drank. Most of the time she did stupid stuff and occasionally she acted childish.

She wasn't even drunk now. Just tipsy, even if it seemed otherwise. "I'm real, Freya," he said, taking the bottle from her. "And you're drunk," he added. "I'm not and that's the problem," she said, walking over to the liquor cabinet and looking through it.

She smiled as she found a bottle of tequila. "But this will do the trick," she said pouring two glasses. "You want one?" she asked Kai, holding a glass out for him. They drank and danced for a while. Only did they stop when Freya tripped and fell down. Although in her drunken state, she didn't care.

(A/N: I recommend listening to the song attached while reading the rest of this chapter.)

"I think it's time we cut you off," Kai said, holding his hand out to the giggling Freya who was still laying on the floor as a new song started playing. "I think you're right," she slowly said as she took his hand and he pulled her up. The close proximity is what ceased her giggles and slightly sobered her up. 'He has really pretty eyes,' she thought to herself. She couldn't help but notice how good he looked. She never really realized it before.

It was also then that she realized they were both leaning in. His lips were soft and gentle against hers. Not anything like she would expect. The kiss became more heated and she was lost in it. She knew what she was doing, but she didn't care. She didn't care that he was a sociopath who killed most of his siblings. She couldn't think about anything other than how much she was enjoying the kiss.

She also didn't realize that they were in her room. She could still hear the music loud and clear, but the only thing that she was focusing on was Kai's lips and the clothes that were being thrown across the room.

A/N: Let me have it! Rant. Rave. Get it out your system. I want to know what you think.

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