Dark eyes stared out the passenger side car window, watching the scenery blur into nothing but a mass of shapes and colors at the speed they were going. It seemed like ever since Derek and her had came back to Beacon Hills it had been one problem after another. All those years of pretending to be normal ended the second they crossed the border line with all the issues they were force to take.
No matter how hard they tried they could not catch a break. From Laura's death, to Scott being transformed, the return of the Argents, Peter being the alpha, killing Kate, Derek turning a bunch of misfit teenagers and let's not forget the Kanima, the dissapearance of those teenagers, the introduction of the pack of alphas and the Darack who decided it would be fun to sacrafice people, start a relationship with Derek and how could she forget being posioned by the woman in an act to lure Derek to her side.
And now, now she was sitting in a small, cramped car with a mercenary who after recieving a call from Deucalion learned that not only were Derek and Peter being helt hostage by the Calaveras but he knew the location and had payed said mercenary to take her and rescue them, well to rescue Derek. Why Deucalion was doing this, Juliette had no idea but she was not about to look a gifted horse in the mouth as the saying went.
Though the long drive and the silence was about to kill her. Being pacient was not her specialty, escpecially when it concerned her family or friends. Her imagination was running wild with all the possibilities these hunters could be doing to them. Each thought that entered her mind was worst then the other. To put it lightly she was scared. To be honest she was terrified, not just for Derek but for Peter too even after all he had done.
The thought that she was terrified for Peter confused her, for Derek she understood but Peter after everything that he had done to those around her and yet still she was worried. She felt this pull toward him ever since she had returned to this town and the more time that passed the stronger it got. It was beginning to drive her insane if she was being honest with herself.
The idea that Peter Hale was just as important to her as the others that she considered family, that she was so eager to risk her life to save his when she had a strong feeling that he would never do the same for her made Juliette think that she should commit herslef to Eichen House immediately. Though a part of her felt like it was only natural to want to protect him, like something in her could not let harm come to him no matter what bad he had done in the past. Almost as if she was meant to protect him.
The hum of the car engine pulled her out of her thoughts about Peter, it's motor working in full gear as the driver had the accelerator pressed down all the way to the floor board, going well over the set speed limit. How they had evaded the police pulling them over was something that surprised Juliette but it was not something she would complain about for it would just slow them down.
Shifting in the uncomfortable dark leather seat, Juliette tried to change into a more comfortable position, so many hours sitting in a compact car left some parts sore while others had fallen asleep just to be awaken with a change of position that caused a feeling of tiny needles like electricity to spread. Her head falling backwards to rest against the headrest, Juliette released a breath of air, a sigh that almost echoed in their quite sourroundings. Her dark eyes closing , long lashes fluttering against her high olive cheeks.
Her breathing slowing down as her body began to relax, a yawn escaping her bee stung lips. Her worrying and anxiety taking its toll on her body as she felt her mind entering the beginning of sleep. Having not gotten much of any the night before. In a matter of seconds, Juliette was out cold and that was when the dream began.
Blue eyes, clear as the sky on a summer day stared at her as if trying to get a glimps of her soul. Blue eyes she knew so well, eyes that meant the world to her connected to her dark brown ones. His gaze so powerful that it lock her own to his, so strong that even if she wanted to she could not break it.
Rough fingers, that bared calluses touched her smooth face brushing back a strain of hair that fell loose from her hair tie, sweeping it back behind her ear. Its ebony color contrasting with his skin tone. The heat from his wide palm warmed her cheeks, craddling her head.
His own dark hair moved as the wind picked up, the breeze blowing the short hairs. His height concealing her, sheltering her from the cool air. The leaves rustling around on the ground floor, the tree branches swaying.
Her petite hand reached forward to touch his face, the stubble of his facial hair scratched her gentle flesh. Soft pink lips turned up but not in a smile instead in a smirk. One that shown confidence and a bit of arrogance that fit his face perfect.
He stood so close she could feel his body heat, smell his scent, hear the beating of his heart all so familiar to her senses, that she could not forget them they were just as much a part of him as they were her.
He leaned closer, his nose brushing against her own. His breath washing over her features. Lips barly an inch away. She was so eager to feel their touch but she could not move. This man was so close to kissing her. How she craved his kiss so much.
Her eyes closing in anticipation, her own lips parting.
Juliette shot forward in her seat, startled from her dream. Her breath ragged and heart beating so fast she feared it would beat straight out of her chest. It was him, the same man who had been haunting her dreams for the past seven years. With those eyes that were burned into her memory. So pale and beautiful, eyes she knew but could not place for the face they belong to was never fully clear in her dreams.
A hand touched her shoulder, shocking her back to the present and to what or rather who had woken her. Braeden set staring at her from the drivers seat, her own dark eyes examining Juliette. The scars on her face and neck visiable at the angle she was turned to face Juliette.
The same scars that were given to Braeden by the man that hired her. "You Ready?" spilled from the mercenary's lips sending Juliette to look around at their surroundings. Finally seeing they had reached their destination and that the two Hales' where inside that building.
"Let's get this over with." Juliette spoke as her dark eyes shifted to a bright gold, her dark hair extended down past her hair line and her nails growing into sharpened talons.