My feet felt strangely wet. As if I was sitting in water. But that couldn't be real, so I opened my eyes. I looked directly at my feet and realized that they were in a puddle of water. My hands were bound behind my back, and when the only thing that came out of my mouth were muffled sounds, I realized that I was also gagged. As I tried to twist my hands out of the ropes, I also realized that the ropes were soaking with vervain. A searing pain traveled from my wrists up my arms, so I stopped struggling against my bindings. I looked around myself to keep my thoughts from the throbbing ache in my wrists. I was sitting on cold stone floor against a brick wall in some sort of warehouse. At least that's what it looked like judging by the high ceiling and the small windows that lined the upper sides of the walls. Beams in metal lined the walls and the ceiling, but what surprised me the most was the size of the warehouse. It was big. Really big. In fact, it was so big that it could easily be an old IKEA. But it was empty, so probably not.
"Good. You're awake." Rachel entered the door on the opposite side of the room. I probably wouldn't have heard her if it wasn't for the fact that the room echoed. Rachel vamp-sped up to me (apparently she was too lazy to walk across the warehouse) and watched me silently. Today she was wearing boots instead of stilettos, which she matched with high-waisted jeans and a colorful crop-top. Her pink hair was pulled up in a tight ponytail. Shit, wait. It was day outside. How long had I been there?
"Llmemeemee-gggogggo." I tried to speak through the muzzle, but clearly failed. I have to admit, being kidnapped was not as scary as it seemed. Although my neck kind of hurt from well, being snapped. Rachel leaned forward and pulled off my gag.
"Can't do that." She shrugged as she pulled back again. I glared at her.
"A warehouse? Really? Could you BE any more stereotypical? I mean, everyone knows that when they're kidnapped, they get put in empty old scary warehouses." I rambled on nervously. "My friends will find me."
"Well, that requires that they actually come looking for you." Rachel retorted, and I rolled my eyes. "We were at the party last night. Frankly, I don't think that lover of yours will come looking for you anytime soon." Lover. Again. What was it with these old people and using weird words? I get that they were born a long time ago, but they could -you know- try to update themselves with the world.
"She isn't answering." My second kidnapper basically plopped up beside Rachel with a sigh and I jumped. Okay, Sofia scared me a little bit. But to my defense, she was FREAKISHLY strong and she had snapped my neck.
"What do you mean, she isn't answering? She's been hunting us for a hundred years." Rachel exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air while glaring at her friend.
"It's not my fault, you pom!" Sofia grunted with a roll of her eyes. I was looking them with a baffled look. I was having a hard time deciding if they acted more like a married old couple or two three-year olds.
"Who is she?" I asked them with a stutter. I was so done with all of these people that were after me. I couldn't even keep count anymore. Rachel, Sofia, some random witches probably, Klaus, Rebekah… You name it. Rachel and Sofia didn't even glance at me before continuing to speak to each other. Those bitches.
"Anyway, I've sent her a message that we're here." Sofia shrugged, straightening out her tight calf-long burgundy dress. I have always wondered why people wear impractical clothes like that on a daily basis; How on earth can you even move around in that?
"We should probably try to find her anyway. We can't keep her locked up in here forever." Rachel finally looked at me, and I nodded as to agree with her.
"We'll be back."
Like hell they came back. I had no idea what time it was or how much time I had been in the warehouse when night started falling. I found myself remembering Rachel's words; I don't think that lover of yours will come looking for you anytime soon. Apparently she was right. Although, why would Marcel come searching for me? We had had a huge fight the night before. Just thinking about it made my heart clench. And what other people could possibly come and look for me? Davina wasn't allowed to leave the attic. Klaus… No, Klaus didn't care about me. Like Marcel had said, he only showed interest in me to get to Marcel. I didn't doubt it.
When darkness really came, fear came with it. I don't like the dark, okay? It's deeply rooted within me. I've been afraid of the dark ever since I was three and thought a monster lived in my wardrobe.
"Hello?" I called out into the dark warehouse. The only audible sound was the echo of my own voice. "Is anyone there?" I was aware of my quivering voice, but I didn't care. I was kidnapped, for God's sake. Maybe someone was guarding me, and they wouldn't mind turning on the lights or something. When no one answered, panic kicked in. Shit shit shit. I was completely alone in a dark warehouse and I had no idea what time it was. I struggled against the ropes around my wrist, but the searing pain of the vervain was too much. Against my will, two tears ran down my cheeks. I missed Marcel. Despite my anger towards him, I missed him more than anything in that moment. I missed his warm, comforting embrace. I was scared. Despite my vampire powers, I was scared. If you're feeling scared, sing. That always cheers you up, honey. The words my father had told me when I was little and couldn't sleep resurfaced in my mind, and I fought back more tears. I had barely thought of my parents in three years, but they both had their moments. My father had been an incredible father before he started working with Mayor Lockwood; before I left he was never at home anymore. My mother neither, for that cause.
"Underneath the echoes
Buried in the shadows
There you were"
It felt strange to sing when no one was there, but the sound of my voice soothed me. IT made the warehouse feel less empty.
Drawn into your mystery
I was just beginning
To see your ghost
But you must know"
My heartbeat slowed down steadily the more I sang. Maybe I could make it through the night after all.
Third person point of view
The werewolf was standing guard outside the enormous warehouse on the other side of the Mississippi river when he heard something that sounded strangely like music.
"D'ya hear that, Mike?" He turned to his friend, removing his hood as if to hear the music better. He was sure that someone was playing music.
"Nah, you're just tired, dude." Mike answered, slightly annoyed. When his boss had asked him to be guard, he hadn't imagined that he'd stay guard for the entire night.
"I'm not kidding, I–" The other werewolf argued, before leaving his post. Mike was about to object, but followed his friend. David, his friend, leaned his head towards the metal wall. "I think the vampire's singing."
"What?" Mike replied with disbelief, before mimicking his friend. "Dude, you're right."
"She's good too." David whispered, listening to the beautiful voice. "Why do you think they've captured her?"
"I dunno. But it's not our job to question the bosses." Mike shrugged before walking back to his voice. Mike stayed close to the wall, listening to the female voice singing softly. He had always had a soft spot for women with amazing singing voices. "Dude!" Mike added with wide eyes, motioning with his hands.
"Yeah, yeah, alright. I'm coming." He rolled his eyes before walking back to his post with a pout.
Juliette point of view
"I'll be here waiting
Hoping, praying
That this light will guide you home
When you're feeling lost
I'll leave my love
Hidden in the sun
For when the darkness comes"
I stopped abruptly when I was sure I heard a loud "dude!", and looked around me. I couldn't see anything, of course. The warehouse was dark as ink, and not even my vampire sight could see in it. So I relied on my hearing instead.
"Yeah, yeah, alright. I'm coming." A male voice spoke. HA! So there were guards. Now I just had to figure out how to convince them to let me go. Whoever this woman that Rachel and Sofia had been talking about, I did NOT want to meet her.
This had to work. It really had to work. Otherwise I was screwed.
"HELP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs in the direction of the entrance to the warehouse. The sun had just gone up, and it illuminated the enormous room. I knew that it had just gone out, since I had stayed up for the entire night making up a plan. And maybe singing. A lot. "HELP!" I screamed again, but nothing happened. Alright, maybe I needed to step up my acting game. "Please help me, I beg of you!" I added some fake tears on top of that, hulking. I never knew I was this good at acting.
"Hey, David!" A guy entered the warehouse, and after him came another one, who was currently shouting at his buddy. "Stop it!"
"Let's just hear her out." The first man said, before looking straight at me. The smell of wet dog invaded my mouth, and my heart rate slowed down. They were werewolves. That was not a part of my plan. Werewolf bites were lethal to vampires, and I doubted that my special psychic powers would help against venom.
"Please, it hurts." I sobbed, motioning to my hands. The two guys finally came up to me and examined me cautiously with their eyes. The first one, David, was quite short, but still muscular. He wore a hoodie with a leather jacket on top, and had a soft expression on his face. He also seemed quite young. The other one, whose name I didn't know, looked more harsh. He seemed to be about ten years older. His rugged appearance and the stubble on his chin made him appear more strict, and the fact that he was glaring at me only proved my theory. I turned my eyes to David.
"Will you please untie my ropes? It hurts so much, I can't even breathe." I pleaded of him, and showed him my bloody wrists. "I don't even know why I'm here."
"You know perfectly well why you're here, vampire." The other guy spat, cold blooded rage in his eyes. I was starting to see the rivalry between werewolves and vampires now.
"Chill, Mike. She hasn't done anything to hurt you." David told his friend, who rolled his eyes at him.
"I was walking home from a party when they came all of a sudden and attacked me." I added some fear into my voice, before turning to Mike. "Look, I have nothing against you werewolves. I'm peaceful, and I've never understood why vampires hate you so much." The older werewolf looked at me suspiciously, while David was watching me in contemplation.
"But I beg of you, please remove my ropes. I promise that I won't do anything, I just want to get rid of the pain." I begged. The kinder one of the two werewolves was now scratching his chin, and I gathered all the energy I had left into giving him my most pleading puppy eyes.
"Dude, what are you doing?" Mike said urgently as David advanced towards me with pity. He tried grabbing his friend's arm, but failed. "The bosses will kill us."
"Come on, Mike. She just wants to get rid of the ropes. Besides, what chance does she have to escape? We're two to one." David answered, slowly tying up my ropes. My heart went lighter than it had been in days. This was it. The ropes around my wrists went free and I had about a fraction of a second to make my move. My right hand flew up and hit David right in the neck, sending him tumbling to the wet floor. Before Mike had any time to react, I was up on my feet and speeding towards him. My knee connected with his… Manly parts, and he groaned in pain. I smiled at him victoriously, but knew that the advantage of surprise was running out. I was alone against two werewolves who were unfortunately lethal to me, and they were slowly regaining their composure. David, the werewolf who had looked kind, was glaring at me furiously with his glowing yellow eyes. He was up on his feet again, snarling at me with his canines. Shit. I braced myself for the attack when a searing pain hit me on my left arm.
"Ow!" I yelled out as my gaze flew to my arm. A seeping red liquid was making it's way through punctures in my leather jacket. "You bit me, you dog!" I growled at Mike, who was recoiling from the bite. He gave me a mocking grin as I attacked him once again. This time, I tugged at his shoulder-length hair, forcing his head down on the ground.
"And you ruined my favorite jacket." I snarled at his ugly face, baring my fangs at him. I felt the werewolf venom seep into my system slowly, but I ignored it.
Mike sneered and slammed his fist into my face, while I heard Mike slowly coming up behind me. I really had no chance to beat them both.
"You will pay for this." I threatened Mike, motioning to my now ruined jacket. "But not right now." Those were the last words I said before I got the hell out of there as fast as I could.
"Well, beside from the bite, that was ridiculously easy." I told Marcel as he padded my forehead with a tired, slightly shocked, look. The fever from the werewolf bite had started to kick in, and it felt like my blood was boiling hot."I never thought werewolves were that stupid."
"You just got kidnapped, and then bitten, and that's what you're thinking about?" Marcel looked at me in disbelief, and I avoided him to look around me. I was in the room I had come to call my home, but something was different. The sound of the parades out in the street didn't calm me. The sunlight shining through the window didn't make me at peace. Marcel's warm eyes didn't make me feel safe.
"What do you want me to think about, Marcel? That I was all alone in a warehouse, kidnapped by two ancient vampires, left in the dark, and no one came to look for me? That I was nearly given away to some powerful woman who intended to use me for my powers?" I exclaimed at Marcel, feeling the involuntary tears flood over. To my defense, I had had a hard night. My boyfriend's hand moved up to my cheek as he tried to soothe me with calming words.
"It's okay now. You're safe with me." He said, and I regulated my breathing. Marcel sighed and ran a hand through his cropped hair. "I called you a hundred times, but I assumed you were ignoring me because of what happened three days ago."
"THREE DAYS AGO?!" I yelled, sitting up in the king-sized bed with a panicked expression. The world started spinning around me and I started to feel lightheaded, so I slowly sunk back down on the bed."I've been gone for three days?" I breathed.
"Yes, and you've missed quite a lot, love." Klaus appeared in the doorway, grinning at me with crossed arms. My gaze instantly flew to Marcel.
"What did I miss?" I asked him with urgency. Guilt flashed by his eyes, but he shook his head.
"We'll talk about it when you're healed." Marcel said before turning to Klaus. "Thank you for coming." There was no trace of jealousy in his voice, to my relief. I had had enough of fighting.
"Of course. You're giving me back my brother. It's the least I can do, mate." Klaus smiled at Marcel, earning a smile in return.
"Not that your little bonding moment isn't cute, but I'm kind of dying over here." I reminded them, motioning to my wounded arm. Marcel had removed my leather jacket and rolled up the silk sleeve, revealing two bloody half circles of puncture wounds. Klaus nodded at me before making his way over to the bed. I tried to look anywhere besides at his eyes as he sat down next to me. It still felt kind of awkward after our dance, and I had no idea if he was angry at me for pretending I was someone else or not.
Klaus bit his wrist before slowly bringing it to my mouth. His warm blood filled my mouth, and the same euphoric feeling that always overtook my senses whenever I drank blood filled my mind. But then, something unexpected happened. I got a vision, which shouldn't have been that unexpected. However, I saw Klaus's eyes widen at the same time as the vision hit me.
"Happy birthday, love." Klaus smiled at me from across the table. This scene was different from my usual visions. Normally, I was a spectator, invisible to the world around me. Now, I was watching the world from my own eyes. The scary thing was that I was feeling things from the future me. When I looked at Klaus, there was no hint of fear or loathing in my heart.
We were sitting on a small table on a balcony. Hey, it was the balcony that led out from my bedroom at the compound! Someone had dragged a table and two chairs there, and everything looked very fancy. Candles illuminated the evening sky, sending dancing shadows on Klaus's face. He was looking rather handsome, wearing a suit and bowtie. For the moment, he was reaching out an envelope to me.
"You didn't need to get me anything–" I stuttered, flustered by the attention that he was giving at me. The hybrid watched me with an adoring expression, insisting that I accept the letter. I smiled at him as I took it in my hand. Our fingers touched and a spark flew right through my body at lightning speed. I blushed and looked down at the letter. My name was written on the front in a handwriting I much recognized as Klaus's. I opened it slowly, not knowing what to expect.
"I'll take you wherever you want." I read out loud, looking up to meet Klaus's knowing smile. The world around us seem to stop. "What do you mean?"
"Well, I know you've always wanted to see the world, love." The hybrid took my hand in his while he spoke, his eyes not leaving mine. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"It's always been my dream but–" I started, but Klaus's hand around mine was quite distracting. It made me think of Klaus's fingers touching me elsewhere on my body, and I was not ready for those kinds of feelings yet.
"I want to give that dream to you." He explained, and the amount of love I felt for him in that second overwhelmed me. Yes, you heard it right. Love. The future me was clearly in love with Klaus Mikaelson, and he seemed to be pretty much in love with me too.
"I can't accept it– It's too much." I answered, even though my heart beat frantically with excitement at the mere thought of seeing the world with Klaus.
"We can go to Venice, Amsterdam, Paris… Wherever you want to, love." Klaus whispered, giving me his classic lopsided smile, which made his dimples stand out unusually much.
"This is the best gift I've ever gotten." I breathed, finally letting it sink in. I was going to travel the world with the man I loved.
"I love you, Juliette Walters." Klaus said simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. He leaned over the table and combed a strand of my hair behind my hair lovingly. "And I intend to make every single one of your dreams come true."
"I love you. You know that, right?" I asked him, drowning in his blue eyes. They seemed surprised, but Klaus smiled back at me.
"It still feels strange to hear it, love."
"Want me to say it again?" I inquired with a chuckle. Klaus gave me an adorable smile, and I leaned over to place a kiss on his nose. "I love you." I then moved my lips over to his cheek, placing another kiss right where his stubble ended. "I love you." I kissed him on the forehead. "I love you." Finally I pulled back and took in his beauty. The look of devotion in his eyes made my heart melt into a puddle at the bottom of my chest. "I love you." I whispered one last time before kissing him on the mouth.
I pulled away from Klaus's wrist with force, all the while taking in his confused and surprised expression. There was fear in his eyes, and it was the first time I had ever seen him this unsettled.
"I knew blood-sharing could be intense, but–" He whispered with his heavy british accent. He had seen what I had seen. I knew it from the way his eyes were searching mine. There was more than fear in his expression; there was shock too.
"But what?" Marcel asked from behind Klaus. I didn't meet his eyes. I couldn't, not after what I had just shared with Klaus. I wondered if Klaus knew that he had seen the future. I certainly hoped he didn't. That would be a tough one to explain.
"Nothing." Klaus regained his usual cold mask and then turned to Marcel. "She's healed now." He said curtly as he got up from the bed and walked over to the doorway. Before he exited the room, however, he turned around and through me a glance. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his, and time seemed to stop. Then, he broke free from my gaze, and walked away. I was left with a very confused Marcel, but most of all; very confused feelings.
"What happened?" Marcel demanded as he made his way over to the bed. He tucked a strand of my hair behind my hair, exactly like Klaus had done in the vision. I recoiled immediately, my feelings still in a storm in my chest.
"Now, will you tell me what's been going on for the last three days?" I asked my boyfriend, and he sighed deeply.
"What the hell, Klaus?!" I screamed as I entered Rousseau's. It had been a wild guess that he'd be there, but it was where he and Marcel had started having all of their secret private making-out sessions. Okay, maybe not. But it surely seemed like that's what they were always doing. Klaus flashed me a grin and lifted his glass of Bourbon at me from at the bar.
"Hello, love. Missing me already?" He said as I grabbed him by his collar.
"Wow, your ego really is big." I rolled my eyes. I had no idea what this courage came from. I was grabbing the most dangerous man on earth by his collar, threatening him. "What the hell did you do to Thierry?"
"What do you mean?" Klaus retorted with a suspicious look. Oh right, he didn't know that I knew that he had known about Thierry and Katie. Wow, good luck understanding that sentence.
"Sophie told me." I answered, wiping away his doubt. Klaus seemed amused by my anger, which of course only made me even more furious. "You framed him, you son of a–"
"You should point that finger at your precious boyfriend instead, love." Klaus argued, finally a hint of irritation in his voice. "After all, he was the one who sentenced dear Thierry to a hundred years imprisonment." He grinned at the last part, and I had to physically restrain myself from slapping it off his face.
"Oh, I've pointed my finger at him too, believe me." I retorted with a sarcastic chuckle. Actually, I'd been arguing with Marcel for the last half hour. "But you had a part in this. I know it."
"Tell me then, love. Why haven't you told Marcel that I compelled one of his new vampires to do my bidding?" Klaus asked me, not shying away from my raging gaze.
"I– I…" I struggled to find an answer. Klaus slowly removed my hand from his collar with a vindictive smile.
"I know you saw what I saw when I healed you, love." He whispered, and my heart started beating rapidly in my chest. This was not the confrontation I had been ready for. "You feel something for me. You're clearly dreaming about me." Crap. I couldn't very well tell him that he was wrong, because that would mean revealing to him that I was psychic.
"You're right." I answered, looking deep into his eyes. Klaus looked baffled for a moment. "But they're not exactly positive feelings." I added with a smile.
"You're lying, love"
"I'm not."
"Yes you are. I can hear your heart beating like a drum in your chest, love." Klaus smirked at me as he leaned closer to me. "I make you nervous, and there's nothing you can do about it."
"You don't. I love Marcel." I told the hybrid, looking away from him.
"Do you?" He raised his brows at me with the same mocking grin. Those two simple words were charged with much more meaning. He was asking me if I really loved Marcel. GOD, that man was self-oriented!
"Of course I do." I replied, and I meant it. "Sure, we fight a lot. But that doesn't mean I love him any less. Do I have to remind you that basically all of our fights are because of you? First you come waltzing into this town as if it is yours. And then you come around and try to woo me." I nearly clasped my hand to my mouth at the last part. I hadn't meant to say it out loud, but I had gotten caught up in my accusations.
"Woo you? What makes you so confident that I'm trying to woo you, love?" He was enjoying this alright.
"Oh, come on. The dancing, the constant flirting, yada yada." I crossed my arms, already tired of this conversation.
"I didn't know it was you I was dancing with, love." Klaus made his point by raising his glass at me with a wink of his eye.
"So you mean that you wouldn't have danced with me if you'd known who I was?"
"Why, does that thought upset you?"Klaus smirk. "You wanted to dance as me as much as I wanted to dance with you, love."
"UGH! You're insufferable!" I grunted before leaving him at the bar, slamming the door behind me. There was a limit to how long I could stand to be in that asshole's presence.
A/N: Hello! I just wanted to personally thank Anna B, a guest who reads this story, for always leaving me such nice comments! I love seeing your perspective on my story, and you've helped me a lot with your ideas :) Since you're a guest I can't reply to your reviews with PMs, so I thought that this would do fine! Thank you a lot, and please keep giving me your thoughts on my story :) 3
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