Chapter Twenty Eight.

Three days had passed and Freya was getting more and more agitated by the repeated banging noises coming from the basement.
She sighed heavily, pulling herself up from the couch and grabbed a blood bag from the kitchen fridge and a shot glass.
She unlocked the basement door and made her way downstairs.
"You have got to stop doing that." She grumbled to Atlas, who was still rattling his chains against the concrete pillar in the centre of the room.
"I wouldn't be annoying you, now would I?" Atlas smirked.
"Do you really want to be irritating a very pregnant, hormonal Heretic?" She raised her eyebrow.
"I don't know." The Vampire shrugged. "Could be fun."
"Can't be wanting this that badly then." Freya sighed, filling the shot glass with some blood. Atlas' smug look turned to a glare. "I didn't think so."
Freya drank the blood in one, then refilled it, watching as Atlas' fangs extended in his partially open mouth.
Just then, a desperate knocking came from the front door, upstairs.
Freya huffed, placing the glass down on the floor and scooted it towards him with her magic.
"See you later, Atlas. Keep it down or you'll be beyond the help of Vampire healing."

Upstairs, the knocking grew more and more incessant.
"Alright, alright. I'm coming." Freya mumbled, leaning over to open the door, revealing the last person she had expected. "Niklaus?"
"'Ello, love." He smirked.
"What on earth brings you to Storybrooke?" She asked, letting him in.
"I have something to show you, your daughter and your pirate." He told her.
"Killian's on a fishing trip with Astrid, but I can call Emma."
"Astrid as in your daughter Astrid?" Niklaus was in a state of minor shock.
"Yes. She's back. Curse removed... Sort of... She's a Vampire now." Freya sighed. "It's a long story."
"Very well. When will they be back?" The Hybrid asked.
"This afternoon. Can it wait?"
"Not particularly. You'll just have to fill them in later, but yes, call Emma." He nodded, placing a very old looking book down on the kitchen counter.

As soon as Emma and Henry were there, the four of them sat in the living room, the old book placed on the coffee table.
"What's this about, Klaus?" Emma asked.
"Okay. So I remember you telling Elijah and I about how Emma came to this realm and it got me thinking. I'd read something along those lines a while back." Niklaus started, turning the book over so that it was now right side up.
"By the Gods..." Freya gasped as soon as she saw the Old Norse lettering.
"What does it say?" Henry asked.
"Once Upon a Time." Freya breathed, leaning back on the couch.
"What?!" Emma's eyes widened as Niklaus opened the book.
Inside were old Viking tales, some roughly along the same lines of Henry's book.
"Where did you find this?" Freya asked.
"Amongst your old things in New Orleans." Niklaus replied, flicking through the pages. "But that wasn't the weirdest part. Read this."
He reached a particular page which had a picture of a baby, found at the bottom of a tree.
"The baby Freyja appeared by a tree, having been transported to the strange land. This is where she would fulfil her destiny as..." Freya stopped reading, too in shock to process the information.
"As what?" Henry pressed.
"As the Saviour." Niklaus finished.
The room fell eerily quiet.
"You're... A Saviour?" Emma practically whispered.
"What does it say at the end of the book?" Henry turned the pages to the end.
"That's the thing, young Henry." Niklaus sighed. "Before Freya could do her duties as the Saviour, she was turned into a Heretic and was travelling the world. No one knew where she was to come and get her to save everyone. The world this book speaks of has been wiped from existence for almost a thousand years."

With Killian and Astrid back and everyone informed of the new information, Freya didn't quite know what she was expecting. But they all welcomed her. Regina even offered to teach her more magic after Emma had made the suggestion that perhaps this was Freya's destiny and that her being in Storybrooke was some sort of fated situation.
But before anymore suggestions were made, it was time for an emergency check up on the baby.
"Believe me, Miss Klay. Your baby is fine." Doctor Whale chuckled, releasing a wash of relief over Freya.
"I just needed to be sure. All this portalling and transporting via wishes took a toll on me, I had no idea what it could do to an unborn child."
"For twenty-seven weeks, your baby looks stronger than ever, I must be honest." Whale raised an eyebrow as he looked over her charts.
"She has an incredibly strong mother, that's why." Killian chuckled, holding his love's hand.

When they got home, everything seemed normal, besides the fact that the basement door was ajar.
"Oh no..." Freya sighed.
Killian walked up to the door, seeing a note pinned to it. He ripped it off.
"Freya, if you want the townspeople to live, come by the shop." He read aloud.
"Rumple..." The Heretic growled.

At Rumple's shop, it seemed nothing had gone to plan.
Almost everything in the shop was broken and there was shrapnel and shards of antiques and trinkets strewn all over the floor.
"Gold, where are you?" Freya shouted.
"Indisposed, I'm afraid." Atlas walked in from the back room, holding Belle by her throat. "He let me out, thinking I could help him with a little vendetta, but this seemed like so much more fun."
"Let her go." Freya demanded, standing her ground.
"You're so much less intimidating when you're pregnant." Atlas said.
"Where's the Crocodile?" Killian asked.
"In the back, bleeding all over the floor. Not dead, of course. But it was fun while it lasted." The Vampire shrugged, licking one of his blood-coated fingers. "I never knew Immortal Humans could taste so good."
"Let Belle go and we can fight this out like proper Vampires." Freya told him.
"Tempting. But no thank you."
"How about a sword fight like men, then?" Killian challenged.
Freya looked at him as though he were an idiot.
Atlas laughed, over-dramatically, throwing Belle to the floor behind the counter.
"Now that sounds like fun." He chuckled.
"Killian, no." Freya mumbled.
Killian grabbed two swords from the left hand wall of the shop, throwing one at Atlas' feet.
The Vampire couldn't take the smug smirk off of his face as he picked it up and practically sauntered over to the Pirate, instantly going in for the first move.
As they fought, Freya paid close attention to every move they made, but also knew she needed to help Belle.
She knew it was only a matter of time before Atlas would cheat and use his Vampire speed or strength and she couldn't do both things at once, so she Vamp sped to Belle, lifting her onto the counter so that she could still see the fight.
The Heretic bit into her wrist, putting it to Belle's lips.
"Come on, Belle... You need to drink this." She told her.
Soon enough, Belle's mouth closed around the wound and she began to feed, instantly feeling a whole lot better.
But just as she looked up to the Vampire and her Pirate love, Atlas plunged his sword into Killian's diaphragm.
"No..." Freya gasped.
"You put up a good fight, Pirate. But it was a fool's errand to go after the likes of me." Atlas smirked, throwing down his blade and turning to Freya. "It'd be a shame if you didn't get to him in time."
With that, he picked up a piece of wood from a broken display cabinet and used his strength to throw it straight into Freya's chest, pinning her to the wall.
Freya's eyes widened with a mixture of shock and pain as the wood scraped against her heart.
"Freya!" Belle shrieked, getting off the counter.
She yanked at the makeshift stake, pulling it out in two tries.
Freya stumbled over to Killian, coughing up massive amounts of blood as she went.
She re-pierced her wrist and gave it to a dying Killian, who drank immediately before falling onto the floor.
"Freya, no!" Killian shouted, eyeing her wound that hadn't healed.
"There's still pieces inside me..." She gasped out.
"Belle, come here, I need two hands." Killian demanded.
The brunette rushed to Freya's side, skidding onto her knees beside her.
"What do I do?" She asked.
"I need you to dig around..." Freya whispered. "Try and feel for the splinters... Be quick, I can feel them inching closer to my heart."

It took a couple of minutes to get all of the splinters out, but Belle was finally able to find the last one, plucking it from the Heretic's chest.
"Christ... Thank you." Freya gasped out as she sat up too quickly and gave herself head rush.
"Woah there, love. Take it easy." Killian told her, gently as he held her back.
"I'm fine. I just need some blood." She said.
"We'll get you home and cleaned up." Killian nodded.
Freya turned to Belle.
"Thank you."
"It's Rumple's fault this happened, so I kinda feel responsible. Will the baby be alright?" Belle frowned, looking down at Freya's large bump.
"Yes, she'll be fine. But no, this isn't your fault and you're most certainly not responsible. You're Rumple's wife, not his carer." The Heretic argued.

Later that evening, Belle had summoned Emma, Freya, Killian, Mary Margaret, David and Regina to the town's border.
"What's all this about?" Emma asked, closing the door to her Bug.
"I wanted to make sure I had backup if needed." Belle replied, a stern look on her face.
"Belle, please don't do this..." Rumple begged.
"Do what?" Freya frowned.
"You stole Killian's heart. You made him your slave. You gave Ingrid the power to send Freya and her unborn child back to the Enchanted Forest and helped her cast the spell of Shattered Sight. Now you release a deadly Vampire who almost killed Freya, Killian and I? I've given you far too many chances Rumple and I am done. I want you out of Storybrooke and I want you out of our lives." Belle snapped. "Leave. And don't you ever come back."
"Belle... Please..." Rumple whimpered.
This whole scenario was odd to Freya. She'd heard stories of Rumple before he became the Dark One from Killian and how cowardly he was, but seeing it first hand was something entirely different.
"Just go." Belle shook her head with disappointment.
Without another word, just a sad, almost apologetic look, Rumple staggered his way over the town line.
He looked back, only to see nothing as the magic border hid his wife and her company from view.
Everyone watched in in silence as a tear slipped down the Dark One's cheek and he stumbled his way down the moonlit road to who knew where.
"He put me in harm's way again. He put all of you in harm's way again too. I've had enough. Show's over." Belle sighed, turning around to get in her car.