Summary:
It has been over a thousand years since Juliet Ambrosia had last seen her one true love; then again if it weren't for him, she wouldn't be the monster she was made to be. Nevertheless, once news reached her ears that vampires were at war – fighting to kill one of the Original Vampires so their sire line could rule, Juliet decided it was time to reveal her existence to protect her sire line; Klaus. Secrets come to light and a love reignites but will it last long?
Disclaimer:
I do not own any character from CW's The Original, nor the story line of vampires fighting for 'strongest sire line'. I do however own Juliet Ambrosia and any plot that involves her. Please have respect and do not, under any circumstance, take or plagiarize my work for I have worked hard to write this fanfiction.
Alone with Everybody pt. 2
In the loft, Marcel and Vincent returned with the body of the large vampire from the bar Elijah and Juliet had seen prior; setting him on the floor in the middle of the living room. Josh, who had continued researching the online auction using his laptop, genuinely seemed concerned by the body's appearance. Juliet, sitting on the couch behind Josh, looked up from her book with a raised brow, her eyes falling upon the deceased.
"Do we know this guy?" Josh asked, his fingers still typing away on the keyboard as his eyes peered over the top of the laptop.
"Random enemy of Klaus. Elijah and Juliet spotted him in the St. James." Vincent pulled out the vampire's phone and used his thumb to get through the fingerprint lock.
"If he's here for the auction, they must've sent him a login. Check his texts and emails," Josh instructed, pointing toward the phone. Vincent, wanting nothing more but for the white oak ordeal to be done and over with, did what he was told and found a text message from a number labeled 'unknown' that read 'auction login: 3pq4D8076$."
"I got it," the witch proclaimed, handing Josh the device, seeming very enthusiastic about his discovery. Josh, excited about the information quickly typed in the login as Juliet and Marcel joined and stood behind the younger vampire. Once the information was in, a video featuring a blonde woman played on the screen.
"Welcome," the blonde woman spoke.
"That's her." Vincent pointed to the screen, his brows furrowed.
"You are the lucky few chosen for your extensive resources and extreme prejudice toward the Mikaelsons. Whomever's bid proves most alluring to my employer will become the sole owner of the last piece of white oak in existence." The men exchanged nervous looks as the woman on the screen held up the Knight for all to see. "Opening bid is $5 million. Shall we begin?" The screen switched to a dark web chat room where numerous bidders commented with their bids. The bids included a fleet of tankers, two containers of Swiss gold bars; an island near Lisbon, Portugal, three silver chalet, and the Great Pyramid of Khufu.
"A fleet of oil tankers? A dozen casinos in Monaco? Yeah, these guys are not playing around," Josh pointed out. But what he didn't understand was how easy it really was to get all the possessions most of the bidders had. As a vampire, one has the ability to compel anyone to do their bidding; anyone. Becoming the next President of the United States was as easy as compelling their way through a few Secret Service men then having the President resigning then going through the motions. Juliet knew this and so did whoever it was that had the white oak. Anything and everything on the board were items that were at arm's length, but there was one thing that was not.
"Type aliquid sub sole," Juliet instructed, tapping his shoulder. Marcel looked to Juliet, his eyes wide in disbelief. "It's Latin for 'anything', an infamous Stryx rite. It means the whole order pledges to fulfill any one command." Looking to Marcel, Juliet shrugged. "You know as well as I do that everything on that board is easy to get without it being given. But aliquid sub sole is not. It's worth a shot." Hesitantly Marcel averted his gaze down to Josh who was waiting for the okay. With a nod, Marcel looked down as Josh obliged. Before anyone could question her motives, the computer screen turned black with the exception of two words in white – BID ACCEPTED. Just then, the desiccated vampire's cell phone began ringing and Josh hesitantly hit the green 'answer' feature; no one said anything.
"Congratulations. Four o'clock, 318 Toulouse Street, Suite one." Juliet assumed the same woman from the video was the voice ringing from the speaker before the blonde hung up. Josh looked up to Marcel slightly alarmed though Marcel seemed pleased.
"All right. Let's go get our prize." Clapping his hands together, Marcel ventured off toward his room to quickly grab a few items he needed. However, as Juliet stood with the other two men, she looked puzzled; worried.
"You look like your mind is racing a mile a second," Vincent pointed out. By now the blood stopped dripping from his neck wound, but still Juliet could smell the residue on his collar. Closing her eyes, Juliet opened them again as she turned her back from the men, her eyes finding the port outside.
"That seemed too easy. As if … they knew we were going to find that vampire and that we were going to find that login information." Josh and Vincent kept quiet, listening intently to Juliet's concerns. "This just …seems too good to be true." Marcel appeared from his room, his legs quickly taking him down the stairs and behind the bar. Once he realized the atmosphere was somber, the man looked around with a raised brow.
"What's going on?"
"This just seems too easy," Juliet spoke up, turning to face Marcel. "I mean. I don't know; maybe I'm over thinking this. But what I do know is that they know everyone who was given the login information; if any of us go in there as unfamiliar faces, they're going to know something is up."
"They won't know my face," Josh spoke up.
"That's the point. They don't know your face so they won't give you the white oak."
"Well how about another plan? Maybe I can go in and Vincent can somehow track that blonde chick afterward. We all saw she has the white oak; we need to find her." With how young of a vampire he was, Juliet was impressed with his plan and his intelligence. With a small smile, Juliet averted her gaze to Marcel giving him a small nod.
"That's a good idea. The only thing is; are you willing to bleed?" Juliet asked, causing Josh to make a face.
Arriving at 318 Toulouse Street, Josh, Juliet, Marcel and Vincent sat outside in a black SUV with dark tinted windows. The woman knew if any of the vampires in the building looked out, it would be obvious there was someone stalking the place but Juliet also knew they were waiting for someone to arrive to retrieve the White Oak. "Okay, just like we planned," Juliet spoke as she turned in her seat to look at Josh. "You're still up for the plan, right?"
"Of course," the young vampire responded with a confident nod. "I want to be useful instead of waiting around like an idiot." Marcel rolled his eyes as Juliet smiled to him; her gaze finding Josh's once again.
"Then whenever you're ready, you may begin." Almost immediately Josh opened the heavy door to the SUV and began making his way inside the building where he was to collect the remainder of the white oak. Juliet, Marcel and Vincent watched intently as Josh disappeared inside – the trio letting out a collective sigh.
"Do you really think it's going to work?" Vincent asked.
"They're not going to believe he is who he says he is; they're going to beat him. But first … hopefully … he can bleed on her first before she leaves and you can locate her.
"Why can't you do it? You are the first Heretic after all."
"Because that job was tasked to you, Vincent," Juliet responded through gritted teeth, her eyes glaring at the Regent through the rearview mirror. Truthfully Juliet was worried; worried her powers were beginning to dwindle. She knew it would be a matter of time before the ancestors realized Juliet was never on their side and take back the powers they had granted her, which was why she would rather Vincent cast the spell – knowing it would work – instead of herself with the possibility that her magic wasn't powerful enough.
Putting his hands up in defeat, the witch sat back in his seat and Juliet caught Marcel's stare. "What?" the woman spoke in defense, her eyes rolling as she stared off toward the building. Though her magic might have been seeping away, her enhanced hearing was still present and she began listening closely to what was happening inside. The blonde had already realized Josh was not the owner of the user login account and she ordered the vampire guards to beat him; just like Juliet had predicted. Marcel, eager to make the rescue, went to open the door but Juliet stopped him with a hand on his arm, holding him where he was. "Give it some time."
Ten more minutes passed by before Juliet instructed for them to exit the vehicle and made their way inside the building. Though she required no explanation, the woman wanted to make sure no other vampires were going to show up to the party and be blindsided once inside. But as they entered the building and stomped their way up the stairs to the correct suite, the woman realized there was no one else in the building.
Carefully and quietly opening the door, Marcel vamp-sped toward the two vampires, ripping their hearts out from their chests; smirking toward Josh who breathed a sigh of relief while Vincent snuck into the room holding a white pillar candle in his hands. "Cutting it a little close on the rescue there, aren't we?"
"Had to give you enough time," Juliet spoke as her hands found her hips while Marcel pulled Josh onto his feet. "So…were you able to…"
"Oh yeah," Josh smiled. "She's gonna have one heck of a dry cleaning bill." Juliet returned the smile, still impressed with the new vampire, walking over to Vincent who was kneeling in front of the coffee table. Lighting the candle, Josh bit into the palm of his hand before dripping his blood onto the lit candle.
"You sure we can track her using his blood?" Marcel inquired. Both Juliet and Vincent ignored Marcel's question, offended he had to question their motives. Vincent began chanting the locator spell, his eyes focused on the flame as suddenly a vision of where the blonde vampire came to mind.
"I know where she is."
Sofya, the blonde vampire, sat restfully in the back of a limousine speaking to her mysterious employer as she looked at the white oak trinket in her hands. "You'll be pleased to know thing are going just as you said," the woman informed her boss with a small smile playing along her lips. Suddenly, the driver hit the brakes due to congested traffic. A soft sigh escaped her thin lips as she noticed a police officer approaching the vehicle; she lowered her tinted window. The officer informed them the road was closed but there will be a second line added shortly before he walked away. Her boss spoke, his works shocking her. "You're certain?" She nodded. "Then of course, consider it done." Just then a knock came from the opposite window of the limo as Sofya hung up her phone. When she lowered the window, Sofya stared up at Marcel as if she did not recognize him.
"I don't think we've met yet," Marcel began with a smile. "The name's Marcel Gerard." Sofya's eyes widened in horror as she quickly opened the passenger door, rushing out and away from Marcel and his crew. Sofya ran down an alley which eventually caused her to be cornered by dozens of Stryx Associates. The woman attempted to run the opposite direction but was immediately met with Juliet and Vincent following closely behind Marcel.
"Free piece of advice?" Vincent spoke. "Know when you're outmatched." The Stryx surrounded her and Sofya raised her hands in defeat.
"I don't get paid enough to die."
"The person who pays you got a name?" Marcel asked, tilting his head. When Sofya chose to not answer, the man shrugged. "All right then; I have a feeling we can jog your memory."
"You don't understand," she began, frightened. "If I give you his name, I'm as good as dead. And, now that you've gotten in his way, so are you." Marcel gave her a skeptical look but shook it off as he knew there was no way anyone could get to him; the leader of the Stryx Associates. Juliet walked up, putting a hand on Marcel's shoulder as her eyes scanned the woman standing in front of her. She did not look familiar which was odd since the woman pretty much knew many of the older and powerful vampires along with their help. Raising a brow, Juliet took steps toward the blonde, her eyes narrowing.
"The White Oak," Juliet instructed, holding her hand out to receive the trinket; an old toy given to her many years prior. The Knight wasn't just the last reminisce of a weapon which could be used against the Originals; it was a gift from her best friend which showed her she was loved and cared for; a trinket which was handed down to Hope as a token of Juliet's own love for the Mikaelson family. "Hand it over. Now." Seeing the fire in her eyes, Sofya reached into her pocket and pulled out the wooden Knight, giving it to Juliet with no emotion. Juliet found this odd.
Turning on her heel, Juliet began walking back toward Marcel and nodded. "She's all yours."
Author's Note:
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