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*Juliet's POV*
I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing on my nighstand. I yawned and reached over to grab it. I checked to see who was calling. Rebekah.
I groaned. I had given her my number at the first cheer practice, before I had known that she was a vampire. We hadn't really spoken since that day. Against my better judgement, I answered. "Hello?" My voice was still hoarse from sleep.
"Hello Juliet. Sorry if I woke you up." she apologized, though she didn't actually sound sorry.
"No it's fine. What'd you want?" I asked. I sat up in my bed, trying to wake myself up.
"I am aware that you have recently been acquainted with this towns little supernatural secret. I'd like to discuss a few things with you on the matter." she replied. Her voice was stern and serious.
I swallowed nervously. "Umm, sure. Where and when do you want to meet?" I asked. I tried not to sound unsure or suspicious. "
How about...the Mystic Grill at let's say 11?"she suggested. Good, there'd be plenty of witnesses, I mean people, there.
"Alright. I'll be there." I answered. She hung up without so much as a goodbye. Despite being God knows how old, she sure didn't have very good manners.
I groaned and flopped back down onto my bed. What did she want to talk about? Had I done something wrong?
I sat up and ran my hand through my tangled hair. Today was not getting off to a great start.
I got out of bed a shuffled over to my closet and picked out a flowing black cardigan and black skater dress. I took my clothes into my bathroom and got dressed. When I was done I left the bathroom and was begining to walk through the living room toward the kitchen.
My mother was pacing the living room floor anxiously while talking on the phone in a hushed voice. She looked over and met my gaze for a moment before saying her goodbyes to the person on the other line.
I raised an eyebrow at her. "Who was that?" I asked as I took a few steps further into the room.
She seemed a bit flustered, trying to come up with a good answer. "Don't worry about it. It was just someone from work." I loved my mother, but she was a terrible liar.
I shook my head. "Okay then." I mumbled dismissively. I had enough to worry about already.
I walked over to the kitchen and fixed myself a bowl of cereal. My mother came in and fixed us two cups of tea. I laughed lightly. "Tea with cereal? No thanks mum, I'm good." I said.
She shook her head and sat a teacup next to me anyway. "It's good for you." she insisted as she poured some tea into the little floral printed cup. "Just drink it, please." I wasn't in the mood to disagree with her, so I drank the tea.
She took a seat across from me and drank hers. We were silent for a few minutes. Finally she spoke. "About last night," she started, setting her now empty teacup down onto its saucer. "I have decided not to ground you. I'm sure that you just lost track of time and were responsible. " She fell silent for a moment. "I trust that you will continue to make better choices. You've shown improvement since we've moved here and I hope that it will continue." she said.
Her voice was soft and motherly. I nodded. "Thank you. I promise that I'm trying. I want to be better." I said sincerely.
She nodded. "I know." She stood up from her chair and took her empty cup to the sink.
"I'm meeting one of the girls from the cheer squad at the grill at 11."I told her.
She turned to me. "Who?" she asked.
"Rebekah Mikaelson."I answered. She seemed pleased.
"She seems like a sweet girl." she said. I nearly laughed out loud. My mother had never met Rebekah so of course she thought she was sweet. Granted I hadn't spoken to her much, but I could still tell the Rebekah Mikaelson was definitely not sweet.
"Yeah, she's great." I replied. Luckily my mother wasn't too keen on sarcasm.
I got up and put my dishes in the sink before turning and leaving the room. I went back into my bathroom and brushed my teeth, ran a flat iron through my hair and applied my makeup. I gave myself a quick appraisal in the mirror before going to my room.
It was now 10:40 so I grabbed a pair of white lacey socks and my combat boots and slipped them on. I put my phone into a purse and slung it over my torso and left the room.
"I'm leaving. Be back later." I announced as I grabbed my keys from a table near the door and left. I squinted as the morning sun shone into my eyes. God, I miss the cloudy days in London.
I quickly marched over to my car and opened the door. After I had buckled myself in, turned on the car and cranked up Florence + the Machine's howl on the radio.
Finally I pulled up in from of the Mystic Grill. I groaned as I remembered why exactly I was here.
I turned the car off and got out, stuffing the keys into my purse. The clicking of the heels of my boots was oddly comforting, so I focused on that as I walked toward the door.
I opened the door and stepped into the crowded grill. I glanced around for a moment, looking for Rebekah. Luckily, she was nowhere to be seen. I took the liberty of choosing a table that was in plain sight just in case she was going to try something.
Nervously, I tapped my foot against the floor as I waiting. I checked my phone for the time. Just as I pressed the lock button, the time changed from 10:59 to 11:00. As if on cue, Rebekah came in and walked over towards me.
She sat across from me and quickly looked around before she started talking. "Hello Juliet. How are you?" Rebekah asked as she sat up straight and crossed her legs.
"I'm fine. What did you want to talk to me about?" I asked, getting right to the point. I was impatient.
She scoffed. "Well, right to the point then. Very well, let's get down to business. As my brother tells me, you now know about my family and I. Correct?" she asked, piercing me with her icy stare.
I swallowed nervously and nodded. "Yes."
"Well, first of all I would like to know what happened on the night you were attacked. " she demanded.
I didn't hesitate. "I was walking home from school and as I was walking through town, someone pulled me into an alley. Before my attacker could do anything, someone pulled him off of me and killed him." I said.
Before I could continue, she interrupted. "Kol saved you, right?"
"Yes."
She was quiet for a few seconds, deep in thought. Finally she spoke. "Have you told any other humans about this?"
I shook my head. "No. Not even my mother. I shouldn't tell her, right?"
She nodded. "Right. The more humans that know about us, the greater the chance that my family and I will be driven out of this town along with every other vampire that lives here." She seemed saddened. Perhaps the Mikaelsons had some sort of deeper connection to this town. I was tempted to ask, but didn't.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." I told her sincerely.
She smirked. "Good, because if you do then we will be forced to...act accordingly." she said. The threat in her voice was clear. After readjusting her posture, she continued with her questions. "Are you on vervain?"
"Yes. I believe it's in the town's water supply. Or at least, that's what Kol thought." I said.
She looked puzzled. "There isn't any vervain in the town's water. The mayor took it out." she mused. "Someone must be giving it to you directly."
Now I was puzzled. "Who?" I asked rhetorically. There was only one option. "My mother." I said. "She must been putting it in my tea. That's why she always urges me to drink it. But she's been giving me that tea for years. That means that she knows and has know for a while now..." I fell silent.
"Well, it sounds like you and your mother have a lot to discuss. Thank you for your time, but I need to go." Rebekah announced. She pushed her chair out and stood up. Without a goodbye or another look in my direction, she left.
I sat alone for a few minutes, trying to collect my thoughts. How long exactly had my mother been giving me vervain and why? When did she find out about vampires and if she knew about them, then wouldn't she have steered clear of a town that was full of them?
I exhaled, trying to regain my composure. I pushed my chair out and got up to leave. Quickly, I glanced around the room. My eyes met a pair of familiar and unfriendly ones that made my skin crawl. Colin! I nearly screamed.
I closed my eyes and took in a few deep breathes. Once I calmed down a bit, I opened them and saw that he was no where in sight. It must have just been my imagination.
I reminded myself that he was gone and that he couldn't hurt me anymore. I let out a deep breath before leaving the restaurant as quickly as possible.
A.N. - So this is the second time I had to write this chapter. I had the entire thing finished, but I accidentally deleted it and there was no way to get it back. I hope you all enjoyed it. If you have any questions, comments or concerns then please review or pm me. Thanks. I'm thinking about doing part of next chapter from Kol's POV. I do intend on keeping him in character as his amazing and charismatic self :) Thanks to everyone for your continued support! It means a lot.
Rant time! Who else saw Nathaniel Buzolic on Pretty Little Liars as Dean? I'm not gonna lie, I was so surprised and happy! I guess Kol came back to life and went to Rosewood. xD haha
Response to FanFicChikk: Thanks for the review :) I'm sorry that I didn't include Kol in this chapter but since part of next chapter will be from his perspective that should make up for it hopefully.
Here's a link to Juliet's outfit: polyvore/untitled_221/set?id=117142493