The Death of Jennifer Blake || Jennifer & Freya
bigmikaelsonsister:
âDamn itâŚâ Freya was not the type of girl who couldnât find any other words but cursewords when life didnât go as she had planned. Her life had never gone as planned ever since her aunt had taken her away from her mother and her family. She had slowly grown used to it over the many years she had lived and the many years she had spent asleep in a coffin. But there were no words that could describe the chaos her mind was slowly into and the fight she was having with herself and her own morals.
She had sworn to destroy the evil that was her mother and her sisters. She had sworn to use her new power, even though she was not used to using it yet, for good. She had sworn to not help those evil witches, but destroy them to leave the world a better place than she had found it. But she had also sworn to find her brother and to reunite with the family she had longed for her entire life, but had missed for almost just as long. And maybe the key to get back the first member of her family, was helping the woman she had sworn to hate.Â
âFineâŚâ Freya gave in, even though she couldnât believe it herself that she was so easily to be persuaded. All Jennifer had needed to do was saying the name of her long lost brother and revealing that she had the coffin harnessing his body, somewhere, somewhere she for sure couldnât remember in her current state. âIâm gonna find you a body. Youâre gonna stay here and be nice.â
It was in the otherâs hands now. Jennifer was loosing the ability to keep talking, dragged under by fatigue. Sheâd hardly had the mind to scavenge food within Maryâs small cabin in-between the din of her ambition dragging her into an almost fugue state; attempting the impossible and trying to make sense of utter chaos. If not for the manacles securing her wrists then the cabin, the bayou and likely a great portion of the city would have been destroyed by now, her unable to control of dictate her thoughts and impulses beyond a few seconds at a time. Â Â
Her heavy head rose and a slow blinked followed Freyaâs word of acceptance. It took time to process. Fine? Not fine. Not fine at all. Far from fine! All too much and no work and no stories, no prayers or bug killer or- âFine.â her hoarse voice whispered the word before her head dipped once more. There was nothing more that could be said. Her eyes seemed to glaze over even further, the closest to sleep she was possible of obtaining...













