Three days later Jessica drove her Challenger near the Quarter of New Orleans, Louisiana.. Castiel had done as instructed and didn't have any problems finding Rebekah's coffin. So far everything was falling into place. They had their peace offering, Dean and Sam were finding cases, and Crowley was locked away for future use. Jessica groaned no parking, or course, when she was wearing heels. She was wearing a skin tight red cocktail dress, Stilettos, and her hair was curled, she pulled every trick in the book to make herself more appetizing for any vampires in the neighborhood.
Just as she was squeezing her car in between two spots, Castiel appeared on the sidewalk in front of her. She sighed, finally! He had gone to help Dean and Sam on a case that required Angelic Muscle so she had driven the last day by herself. Having him there made her feel more at ease on the task at hand. She was going to enter the French Quarter a sector of Vampire territory. She felt confident with her knowledge of Krav Maga against demons, but these vampires were trained by Marcel Gerard himself, a vampire who understood discipline and wasn't afraid of the original family.
Jessica took a breath, then got out of the car to join her Angel on the sidewalk. As she stepped out, she watched as Castiel quickly looked away and scanned the streets. She smiled, her outfit was working was even making an Angel uncomfortable with desire.
"Thank goodness, you're a sight. I thought I was going to have to kick this hornet's nest by myself." Jessica flashed her perfect smile, and took him by the hand.
"I, uh, Dean and Sam required some more holy oil, and needed help to build a trap." He kept his face down the street but his eyes were on her trying to steal glances. "Uh, you changed."
Jessica started to lead them down the street towards Jackson Square. "Ya I'm the bait, Castiel. Vampires are very sexualized, hence the sexy look and cleavage. Red to make them thirsty and remind them of blood. Shove me into any bar and I'll be able to draw out all the vampire in the Quarter."
Castiel stopped and looked at their joined hands. "I don't like it…"
"You don't like what? You don't like my dress? You don't think I'm pretty enough?" Jessica tried to catch his eye contact.
"No… I just…." Castiel was looking everywhere but her eyes. He didn't like being this uncomfortable, Jessica made him very uncomfortable and now seeing her in the tiny sexy dress he was under her spell. He was frustrated with the sexual desire that was building in him. She once was the King of Israel, his father's best friend, he couldn't have these feelings.
"Castiel," Jessica spoke softly and placed a cool hand on his scruffy cheek. "Please look at me."
Castiel slowly brought his eyes up to where they were staring at her heels. Her tanned and long legs looked soft and smooth in the sunlight. The dress hugged her every curve of her hips, flat stomach, and cleavage. From his height he could see her cleavage was gently poking through the v neckline of the dress. Her crystal eyes pierced his core, her hair curled down her shoulders like strings of pure gold. She was breathtaking and his desire made his mouth water.
"Castiel you don't need to worry. I am a fighter, I am deadly, and I am confident we can do this. If I falter I have you watching out for me. I trust you, and I trust your strength. I need you Castiel, I need you to watch my back." Jessica's eyes flashed worry, "I don't want to be bait no more than you want me to be. But I'm not worried, I have you... my guardian Angel." She smiled.
Castiel's chest burned with pride. She needed him and he wouldn't let her down, no harm would ever come to her under his watch. He couldn't hold her piercing gaze he lowered his head, and gently pushed his face into her cool hand. That's when Jessica did something so unexpected it almost knocked the Angel into another time line.
Jessica leaned in closer to her guardian's body and lifted his head. She leaned in close and placed her soft lips on his. It was a whisper of a kiss but the explosion it set off in Castiel was powerful. He tried to push deeper into the gentle kiss but Jessica's lips were gone. Castiel opened his eyes at the loss and found she was staring deeply into his blue eyes.
"We can do this, they have never seen anything like you. But remember I need to get close, so that means letting me get close you cannot come to my aid till I request it." Jessica's voice was in a hush tone.
."I will be whatever you need me to be." Castiel then let her go and watched her enter the Square alone.
Jessica entered the square confident the Angel would do whatever was necessary to help her in completing her task at finding the Mikaelson's. The square was starting to get busy with tourist and party goers, the deeper the sun sat the more people mingled out of their hiding spots to join the party. Jessica could feel her disguise was drawing attention, but she didn't find what she was looking for. A Vampire dressed in a suit, handsome, and he carried himself like royalty.
She turned down towards Bourbon Street. Jazz music filled the air, creating an atmosphere Jessica had never experienced in this lifetime. Her mind's eye flashed to her previous life. Middle Eastern street, filled with people, song, and cheer. As King David he danced in the street after he had found the Ark of the Covenant, much to his wife's embarrassment. He couldn't help it the joyfulness he felt, mixed with the music had a profound hold on him and he had to dance.
This Jazz environment felt the sameway. The atmosphere was a joyous one, there had to be a celebration. Jessica crossed the street towards the festive music. That's when she saw the happy couple stand amongst the crowd, it was a wedding. Jessica smiled grateful for the celebration that was taking place during her most dreadful. She decided to stick around the atmosphere and choose a close by bar to get a drink.
"Keep your angel ears on Castiel." With that she opened the door.
The bar was very dark, pairs dotted in random tables, all looking for a romantic drink with their partners. Jessica sensed few wandering eyes as some men watched her walk in and cross to the bar.
"Hello Beauty, what can I get you?" The Bartender eye'd her as he dried some glasses. He was tall with a light blue dress shirt, wrinkly. He had a face of a bodybuilder, and arms like one to. He must also be the peacekeeper in this joint.
"Umm, Cosmopolitan please." Jessica spoke in her best girly voice.
"Right away." He took one last at Jessica before turning around to fix her drink.
Jessica took a seat at the bar where she could view the entire place. Music of the festivities were trickling in making the dark place comfortable. Wasn't the classiest place, but it certainly was a nice dark place for people to be unseen. Was a perfect Vampire hunting ground.
"I have never seen your pretty smile around here before," The Bartender said return with her drink.
"No I am the poor sucker who is a friend of a friend who needed a date to a wedding. Ugh weddings so much pomp and circumstance for a party that well statistically end in divorce lawyers." She smiled her ruby lips revealing her perfect teeth. "How much is that?"
"I got this one George." said a british sinister voice from behind her.
Jessica turned to find a good looking dark hair man in a business suit. He carried himself like royalty, and distinguishment. He certainly fit the bill for Elijah, so Jessica smiled and raised her glass in a thank you. The man took the next seat beside her.
"My my, you are very beautiful. Where is this date of yours, still attending the wedding?" The man looked around the bar.
"Nah, he wont come looking for me, he was just using me to make someone jealous. I'm pretty sure he is off buying her a drink."
"A beauty like yours is not appreciated." Charming Englishman smiled.
"Oh no no it worked the girl got jealous so someone noticed." Jessica let out a giggle.
The Englishman looked deeply into her eyes. She could sense an old soul, but slippery. Something wasn't right this couldn't be the one they call honorable. This man was just like any creepy man good looking girls had to beat down with a stick. But his charm and English accent seem to get him whatever he wanted. Not many people have said no to this man, which is why he carried himself higher than everyone in the bar, including Jessica.
"Name is Angelina, you from around here?" Jessica lied.
"Angelina I am Lucien, no I am here for some dysfunctional family business." He smiled and looked Jessica up and down. All Jessica thought was creep. But maintained a smile.
Lucien then leaned forward really close to Jessica's face, his eyes were concentrated on Jessica's. Quickly Jessica watched his eyes dilate. "You're going to come with me."
At first Jessica was confused, why on earth would she go anywhere with this creep? That's when she remembered the fun fact of compulsion. He was complaining her to follow him. Jessica quickly recovered and stood up with a smile. Well that answered the question if he was a vampire. Lucien smiled and jumped off his stool and headed for the back door.
The back door lead to an alley, the evening had grown darker into a crisp twilight. Couple of street lights were flickering on. The Jazz music was still being played in the quarter. Jessica followed Lucien to the furthest wall that had no light streaming to it.
"You know I haven't killed a while in this town. Can't be having the police for get about the serial killer on the loose. You are going to be my finest meal yet. Now don't move, and don't make a sound." Lucien did the trick with his eyes. When Jessica didn't move his face contorted and he smiled now bearing his fangs.
Jessica jumped backwards. Yep vampire, she found one, didn't take long, she thought. Lucien looked confused.
"Oh no you're on vervain? Oh well this will just make things a tiny bit more messier."
"Try a whole lot more messier." Jessica pulled a gun from clutch bag and pointed it straight at the vampire's face.
Lucien begun to laugh. "What is wrong with your species? A gun really? I'm stronger, faster…" with lightning speed he knocked Jessica's gun to the gun, the other hand backhanded her. He hit with such force it caused Jessica to stumble backwards.
"Tell me Angelina. There is nothing you can do against me. I am far more superior."
Jessica spit blood from her mouth. "Well there is one thing us humans have that your species doesn't."
Lucien grinned sinisterly bearing his fangs once again. "And what is that?"
"Guardian Angels." Jessica raised her voice praying Castiel could still hear her.
Lucien laughed, "Angels are no match for devils."
Before he could lunge Castiel was behind him. Castiel twirled the vampire to his fist. The impact was so hard Jessica could hear the vampires nose break. The vampire cried in pain, as he grabbed his face. Then as quick as a bullet the vampire tried to dodge to the right and escape, but Castiel was again in front of him, with another blow to the face. Lucien fell to the ground. The angel grabbed the vampire and held him with one hand against the wall.
"What the fuck are you?" Lucien managed to say
"I am an Angel of the Lord, and you will give us answers." Castiel's voice was low and eyes were narrowed showing his blue grace.
Jessica stepped closer to the men. "Where can I find Elijah Mikaelson?"
Lucien's face contorted back into human form, with blood dripped from his face. "Look you're new here I get it, but you don't want to go anywhere near the Mikaelson's. Beside if I send you and your attack dog to their doorstep I am the one with his head on a pike!"
Castiel hit the vampire's face again. "You're going to tell us."
"They're going to kill me!" Lucien cried.
"He'll kill you now if I let him. Now tell us what we need to know and we'll make sure who sent us stays a secret." Jessica promised,
Lucien hung his head in defeat, "You can find him at a bar called Rousseau's. I saw him there earlier, which is why I was here at this shit hole."
Jessica smiled, she nodded to Castiel who let the vampire slide against the wall to the ground. Jessica bent to look at his beaten face. "Tell anyone about us and we will kill you, and if I hear of any of my 'species' being killed by anything that smells vampire my friend here is coming for you and he will kill you. Good?" Jessica paused, "Good."
Rousseau's was close by in a more sophisticated joint, This time Castiel did not leave her side. They had found what they wanted and she wanted him by her side while they spoke with the original. The crisp night now turned chilly due to the sun's abandonment completely. Jessica shivered wishing she was in her own attire and not this hooker dress. Jessica licked her lips and tasted blood.
"Wait I smell like blood, you have to heal my lip before we go in there. Otherwise he might be set off." Jessica turned to Castiel.
Castiel without showing any emotion placed two fingers to her forehead. Jessica could feel the warmth of his grace flood into her body and repair her wound. Jessica took out her clutch that contained a compact. Satisfied her appearance was adequate she nodded to Castiel who opened the door for her.
Soft Jazz music was playing through the speakers. Soft light barely pierced the darkness of the place. Jessica looked around. Compared to the business of the streets this place should be packed. But there was only one patron who sat at the bar with his back to them, and the bartender who gave them little notice. The man at the bar was dressed in a fine suit, Jessica could see the fine material shine even in the dark.
"Leave now!" Shouted the well dressed man in a refined british accent.
Castiel and Jessica exchanged glances unsure of what to do.
"We are looking for Elijah Mikaelson." Jessica said uneasy. There was a beat of silence as the man sipped his drink. "We come to help his family in exchange for their help."
The man stood and about faced toward their direction. His brown eyes looked Jessica over, his eyes did not show want or desire but annoyance. He looked over Castiel with the same emotion. He walked towards Jessica.
"Pray tell who are you? Because if you think I am this Elijah person you are very brave." He stopped within feet of them and placed a hand in his pants pocket.
"My name is Jessica.."
"So Jessica do I really scare you so bad, telling me your name causes your heart beat to skip?" He said the word skip with a pause and articulating the p sound.
"Yes."
Why?" Elijah looked at Castiel who showed no emotion.
"Because I know what and who you are, I also know how powerful your family is, as well as you." Jessica spoke in a monotoned voice
:Hmmmm," Elijah kept his eyes on Castiel. "Your friend does not share your worries or admiration."
"No I don't think he would." Jessica tried to change the subject. "We are here about Rebekah and the Prophecy."
Elijah stepped closer to Jessica, leaning to look her in the eye's, "Tell me everything and be honest what do you know about Rebekah." He spoke a low hush tone, and tried compelling Jessica to cooperate.
"Elijah I am here to share everything, you don't have to compel the truth from me. Besides it doesn't work on me."
Elijah looked shocked, "Vervain," he said quietly.
"No I don't even know what that is..."
Elijah jumped towards her hands around her neck, "what the hell are you then? Witch? I have no time or patience for this!"
Before Jessica could answer Castiel had Elijah by the shoulder and threw him across the empty room. The Vampire landed on his feet. He looked astonished, not many people could throw him with such ease. But the Orginal quickly recovered and lightning speed lunged towards Castiel. Hand held toward the mans chest to rip out his heart. But something happened again the vampire did not expect. Castiel caught his hand when it was mere inches away from his torso.
Castiel still holding the original's hand brought his grace forward. The entire room light a brilliant white. Castiel's eyes begun to glow a vibrant blue. Elijah watched in horror as shadows appeared behind the man in the coat, the shadows stretched from one side of the bar to the other, the silhouette of wings. Big powerful wings!