Chapter 2
The house that used to feel like home now was soaked in blood and bourbon.
Juliet recognized the location immediately. It's been so many years but the atmosphere and the moody cloudy sensation that enveloped the small town was still present. She was back to where it all started a long time ago. Mystic Falls. The magnet to all the supernatural to round the Earth. No matter how much time pass she couldn't escape coming back to it. Well, all thought and rethought, she might as well go home.
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"So, what was so important, Judgy, that you had to interrupt my shower?" Damon coaxed half-annoyed half-nastily as he stepped behind the witch.
"We're close, don't worry." She spat back.
"…you know how I feel about my morning showers." The vampire went on, teasing the dark-skinned teenager.
"Just shut up, will you."
"You could at least try and be civil with…" The eldest Salvatore didn't get to finish the sentanse when he saw why his usual morning activities had been interrupted by Elena's best friend.
The magnificent tomb in the middle of the forest that hasn't been there before appeared in front of his blurry lazy eyes.
"Is that important enough?" Bonnie asked sarcastically.
"Once in a while you can be useful too, witchy." Uttered the vampire, putting the phone to his ear. "Stefan, wake up, brother dear, there's something you need to see."
"How did you find it?" Damon asked after a short inspection of the construction. "It definitely wasn't here a week ago."
"My sisters lead me to it through the dream." Bonnie answered uneasily.
"Huh…" Her partner produced back. "The usual crafty creepy. Well, let's get inside and see what we've got."
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As she entered the grand manor the memories came flying back itself. Though her house looked absolutely different and it was evident that somebody lived there…vampires for that matter which was unmistakable by the scent, it was still her residence, her background, her legacy. Juliet knew every corner and every room of the house, every single detail of the back yard, she remembered how this home witnessed her transformation…
"You left." Juliet turned on her bed, looking straight in the dark-brown eyes of the only one she dared to call friends these days.
His gaze was calculating for a split second, then his eyes met her blue pools again. Bluish eyes he's ever seen in all his centuries of leading the un-dead life, dull:
"You're dying."
She just nodded though the action was done with great difficulty. Her light-blue dress exposed her neck and she had her shoos off, Elijah could see the sweat covering her entire body although she was shaking from the cold.
The original took a sit in a chair near the bed.
"I can save you." He stated as the young woman's trembling hands clenched around a small pendant on her neck, a small see-through drop. "If you want me to."
"I don't want to die…I know that much." She whispered. "But…I don't know if I'm ready to be become…what you are."
"You don't have too much time left to think." Elijah informed her , getting more comfortable in the chair.
"I do know that…not more then two hours…give or take."
"I'll stay either way." The vampire stated, looking at the object in the shivering brunette's arms. "Is that a tear?"
"Yes." She breathed and then added in a soft voice. "He said it's from Italy."
"It is." Elijah nodded, fixing his gaze on something outside the window. "Florence it be exact. The pedant seals the love of star-crossed lovers, the ones that could never be together…yet a lot talk about it as a promise…an oath that in some other life the two would be able to find each other again."
"I've always enjoyed your telling of legends…even more then Nicklaus'." Juliet said after a short silence.
She sighed and took a sharp intake of breath followed by uncontrolling attack of coughing. Elijah appeared near her bed and kneeled to be on her eye-level.
"You don't have two hours." The vampire informed.
"Probably not." The young woman confirmed, her eyes rolling a little.
"Make a decision, Juliet. But something tells me, you're not ready to just go yet. Maybe it's the tear on your neck you keep holding on to, maybe the blue of your eyes…maybe because I know that you finally want to be free and you know that on the other side the dead witches won't forgive you for your deeds here. Make a choice."
His stare was intense…she felt herself breaking under pressure. It wouldn't take much to break her… and he did it. She was so tired…the three years spent serving Nicklaus, tapping on the powers of the Earth not the way she should have used her powers…she was drained and her end was hear. But she was only eighteen winters old and wanted so much more then what life has given her.
"I don't want to die." Juliet finally whispered.
"It won't hurt." Elijah said, taking a place on her bed, preparing his wrist. "Too much."
It was the last time The Original saw the brilliant crystal blue color of her eyes. When the newly born vampire opened her eyes they were no longer azure…but grey as if filled with water.
Juliet unconsciously touched the tear drop pedant on her neck, walking farther into the house. For years it hasn't been transparent. The moment Elijah changed her and her eyes lost it's original color, the pedant became bloody red like she was wearing a pomegranate seed.