#freya threads

         The second she got that invitation from him, she knew. Of course she knew because this was Vlad’s game. Unlike what she had seen from other vampires, her maker liked to use his maker bond to use his progenies as little toys. And, not having a single choice in the matter, she was now dressed up like his own personal doll. “How bored are you that you felt the need to command me to come with you tonight?” she questioned him, “I thought you didn’t even want me.”

freya had been texting with a guy that she had been seeing and they had asked her to send he nudes... again. she didn’t really have any excuse so she sighed and sent him it. only it wasn’t sent to him and when she realised, she was absolutely mortified.  “oh my god.” freya whispered as she realised who she had sent the text too. ‘i’m so sorry. that obviously wasn’t meant for you...’ 

Freya had been learning more and more how to have fun in ways that didn’t have to end blood everywhere. Better ways to get that kind of pent up energy out. There was sex, for one thing. But there was also just dancing around at one of the many clubs in the city. But during one of her spins, she felt herself bump into someone. “Shit, sorry,” she gave a small laugh, “I was getting lost in it.”

           She couldn’t say what spurned out her little shopping trip. Boredom or maybe just wanting some new things? At least she knew she wouldn’t have to pay so she could pretty much have whatever she wanted. Her eyes looked over the windows of stores, trying to decide where she wanted to go first. “Bishop?” she caught the familiar voice near her and turned around, a little too eager to see the man had been sticking around in her mind, “Bishop. Hi.”

as freya hears the key go in the door, she sat up a little in the bed. she was so nervous as she waited for him to take the sight of her in. of course freya knew that this was probably really dangerous. that she shouldn’t have made herself so comfortable when she literally didn’t know this person - but she hadn’t been able to help herself. she raised an eyebrow as she looked over to him, wondering what he would do. “please don’t shout.” freya cringed. “please let me explain.” 

As she walked through the streets, she reminded herself that not everyone was worth feeding off of. Freya had been spending quite some time now getting it together so she wasn’t always running. Even before she came to the city to join Ivar’s faction. The only thing she wasn’t totally confident about would be leaving someone alive. As she walked down the sidewalk, her eyes raking over different people, her blue gaze fell on one person in particular. He was cute with scruffy brown hair and a certain ... innocence about him. She let her feet take her over to him. She opened her mouth to speak before smiling a little. “Sorry,” she offered, looking into his eyes, “I thought I would be a lot smoother than this. Hi... I’m Freya.”

as freya stood in front of him, she wasn’t sure what to say, how to say it. she knew that she had too, she knew that she couldn’t keep it in but freya really didn’t even know where to start. “how long are you home for?” she asked him, as she glanced over to him for a quick second. 

freya had no idea what it was that awaited her at the party. she was looking forward to it but not for the reasons that the boys were. she loved a party. she loved having a drink and dancing with her friends. it was a lot of fun. she was running late, though. it was a bag habit of hers and she couldn’t really shake it. half an hour later than she should’ve, she was knowing on the door and once she stepped inside, she was incredibly confused. she looked from lukas, then to jayce and then at aaron. “oh. i thought i was late.” freya muttered, looking around at the three boys. “did i get the time wrong?” she asked, confused why it was just the four of them.