Here is the newest chapter. I have edited the whole story and changed its perspective. When I started writing 'Until We Go Down' I had been a fan of the first person narrator, nowadays not so much.

As you might notice when you read it, there is a time skip in chapter six. The next few chapters might have more of those in them and they will probably end up being pretty short as well. Like this I hope to move the story slightly forward.

There is very little action in this chapter. Instead I have tried showing Freya's thoughts and feelings about her new life and future.

Recommendation!: I have published a new story once again. Sometimes, I just can't help myself. Anyway, it is a Self-Insert into Harry Potter. If you are interested in that fandom, then try it out.

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Summary: She never thought that death would lead her from one hell to another. [SI, Self-Insert/OC-Insert as the older sister of the witch twins.]

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Chapter 6

Life Goes On

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Where Time Passed

"The most wasted of all days is one without laughter."

― Nicolas Chamfort

"I don't think anyone ever gets over anything in life; they merely get used to it."
― Douglas Coupland

Finding out that she was in Twilight was less shocking than one might expect.

Freya had been plenty shaken and flabbergasted when she met Aro, but all these feelings did not stay with her for too long. After everything that had happened to her in the last few years, this revelation wasn't as surprising as it could have really been.

The girl doubted that there was anything that could beat getting reborn in the shock department.

So, while the news that she was now living in the past of a fictional were rather unwelcome and startling, they did not actually manage to shatter her whole world.

Neither did they manage to change her opinion about her siblings. Even though she now knew what Jane and Alec would end up being - sadistic monsters of the worst kind - Freya could not bring herself to stop loving them. In the last few years, they had become the center of her world and there was nothing that could ever change that.

(...the blonde wasn't naive enough to believe that she could somehow change the future...

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...Aro would get her siblings, whether Freya wanted it or not...)

As such, she did not see the point in needlessly worrying herself. With her laughable human strength there was nothing she could do against a coven of vampires. The only thing Freya would change was her siblings future 'witch trial'.

She would let no one even try burning the twins at the stake.

This meant that she had to hide them even more thoroughly from the villagers than before. Freya knew that her current behavior must have been stifling for the twins, but she also knew that they would thank her for it in the future. Some day, when they finally understood the precarious situation they had once been in, Jane and Alec would be grateful for her paranoid actions.

And until that time came, until the time came for Aro to finally change them, the twins could resent her all they wanted. Their safety was her prime objective.

Though, fortunately they did not seem to do that yet. For now, both of them still came to her with their problems or even to play some games.

For now, they still loved her.

By the time Freya was thirteen, she had seen exactly four vampires.

They never actually made any contact with her siblings or her, however, the girl knew that one of them was probably always somewhere nearby.

A small part of her had hoped that Aro would not sent anyone to constantly watch them, while another was very happy about this development.

If something were to go wrong now, at least there would be someone there who could save her siblings. The girl wasn't arrogant enough to believe that she could do much good by herself.

''You're holding it wrong, Jane,'' said Alec, instantly jarring Freya out of her thoughts. ''See, you have to do it like this.''

He was showing his twin the proper way to hold a hunting knife. As Eldric had no male heir, he decided to name Alec his successor. Should Eldric die, then Alec would inherit not only their home, but their uncle's as well. Due to this, the older man had taken it upon himself to teach her brother how to be a 'proper' man.

This, of course, included being capable of providing food and protection for his family. For this Alec needed to learn how to wield different weapons, among them a hunting knife.

The boy did not even question why he should teach his sisters the things he learned from their uncle. Freya had made sure that Alec knew how to treat a woman properly, especially if that woman was a family member.

Thus, her brother saw nothing wrong in showing his sisters how they could properly protect themselves.

Neither did he stop to think about why Freya would want both him and Jane to always carry a hidden weapon with them. He accepted her explanation of there being many bad people in the world and left it at that.

If someone were to attack them, her siblings would not go down without a fight.

Freya realized that giving sharp weapons to nine years old children probably wasn't the smartest thing to do. However, she preferred taking this risk rather than leaving them completely helpless against all the bigoted villagers.

Besides, she had taken a lot of time to thoroughly explain them the dangers of the knives. The blonde even used them to cut her siblings' thumbs slightly and thus show them even a small part of the harm they could cause.

Now, she could only hope that they had understood her instructions and would properly follow them.

''You can't hold it so high and your thumb is too low,'' explained the dark haired boy, while his hands moved upwards to improve Jane's hold on the knife. ''Here, like that it's right.''

Jane followed her twin's instructions.

Alec still appeared to be displeased.

Freya decided to interfere before they started bickering with each other. ''Perhaps I should try it now.''

At Jane's grateful nod, the oldest sibling almost sighed in relief. Among all Jane's virtues there wasn't even one sliver of patience, which meant that the younger girl could be riled up very easily.

An angry Jane was not a pleasant one.

Taking the knife from Jane, Freya recalled the correct way to hold the weapon. Then she tried to imitate the grip her brother previously had on it. The whole thing was easier said than done, though she did manage to do it better than her bratty sister.

Somehow, it did not feel like much of an accomplishment.

Alec smiled pleasantly and Freya immediately became suspicious. ''At least, you're better than Jane.''

The statement was clearly meant to insult both sisters. It earned the boy a harsh glare from the older blonde and a punch to the shoulder from the younger one.

Yelping loudly, Alec jumped away from them. Quietly, he mumbled: ''Why am I even helping you?''

Both sisters smiled sharply.

Freya's thirteenth year in this new world introduced the beginning of puberty to her body. Her curves became more prominent and her face less chubby. A few pimples appeared on her face from time to time, though she was glad to note that she did not have to suffer from any severe acne this time around either.

In comparison to her first body, this one was more unique. Her coloring wasn't dull anymore, quite the opposite really, and features could be described as elfin.

The girl still sometimes found it hard to accept that this was indeed her own body. During some days, she could not help regarding it from an outsiders perspective.

Her low height might have been one reason for this. As Ella she had once heard that people in the past were generally smaller than those in the future. Freya herself seemed to be especially small though.

Not that any of the village boys seemed to mind that. The girl saw the way they looked at her and she took comfort in the fact that no one would ever actually act on those superficial feelings of attractions. Her siblings' or rather her family's lousy reputation stopped any possible admires from even considering to court her.

To Freya, this felt more like a blessing than anything else. It might have been naive of her, but Freya once grew up and lived in modern times, thus she liked believing in the idea of a love marriage.

Furthermore, the blonde did not want to be forced to marry some sexist bastard who could be thrice as old as her.

Magdalena had been a good example of how bad such a thing could end.

Mixing the stew before her, Freya thought about her supposed father and grimaced. Aldwyn had most likely belonged to the few most disgusting men in the world. Freya knew that not every man was like him, just like she knew that despite this century's prejudices, women weren't constantly humiliated on the streets.

And yet, she found herself still very hesitant just at the thought of marrying someone who wasn't born in the modern era.

Another problem she had with marriage was that in these times it always included children. The girl had enough to worry about with just her siblings, she did not need to add an infant to her troubles. Not to mention that childbirth was not even partly safe here. Both her and the hypothetical child could die due to some complications.

Unfortunately, neither of her cousins seemed to share her opinion on this matter. Rowena was particularly angered by the rumors surrounding her family and her father's reluctance to marry her off. Eldric's oldest child was slowly gaining the reputation of an old maiden, despite being only twenty-five years old.

That was not a nice reputation to have in the 10th century.

''Cut the carrots a little smaller, Alec,'' reprimanded Freya, her eyes straying from the pot over the fire.

The boy pouted. ''Yes, yes.''

Looking at her little little brother, Freya's eyebrows furrowed slightly. She feared for his and Jane's future. If she did not manage to keep them alive long enough, her siblings would never reach adulthood. They would be trapped in their childish bodies for the rest of eternity and the girl doubted that something like that would make them happy.

In the Twilight movies it was said that vampires were frozen in time, yet Freya did not believe that this was entirely true. Even if her siblings were turned at a young age, they would still mature through the following centuries of their life until they reached a point where they would be just adults trapped in the bodies of small children.

That could not be a happy existence.

Sighing loudly, the blonde regarded her sister's hands pointedly. ''You too, Jane.''

Well, at least her siblings were still too young to cut some vegetables properly. Freya took comfort from the fact that she still had a few years before the events from a once fictional world were meant to take place.

She still had enough time to save them.