Chapter 3

I don't own Legacies, The Vampire Diaries or The Originals, they belong to Julie Plec (and whoever else). I just own Giulia and any other OC. I'm not making any profit from writing this.

This chapter isn't betaed, any mistakes are my own and English is definitely not my first language. Constructive criticism is much appreciated, flames are not.

This was inspired by the episode with the genie, where Lizzie sees the alternate universe where Hope was never born and supernatural beings and humans are at war.

My spells are the results of using Google Translate to translate from English to Latin so they're probably wrong.

Spells

(Translation) : when there's no translation beside a spell it's because it comes from The Vampire Diaries, The Originals or Legacies.

Thoughts

MONDAY MAY 18th, 2009. NIGHT.

Giulia was surprised by just how easily everyone accepted her story. Sure, she'd had to pointedly show herself in the daylight so no one thought she was a vampire, but once Zach told the founding families that the paternity test came back positive, the news spread fast.

A week later, and no one doubted she was Zach's daughter, she'd even had Sheriff Forbes claim she had his chin. She'd almost laughed in her face at that, but contained herself.

The Sheriff had been the one to deliver the news that her 'mother' was dead. The woman had investigated her background to ensure she wasn't some sort of con-artist and contacted Sheriff Norse of Prestonsburg who searched for and found her new birth certificate.

Sheriff Forbes had been sympathetic as she delivered the news, and very understanding of Giulia quickly excusing herself to 'grieve'. Later that day, Zach told her Sheriff Norse had offered to deal with everything as an apology for not contacting her himself.

Emma had already been buried and her animals sold, but the man had been adamant he could get the house and her mother's personal effects for her since they hadn't been sold. Giulia would just have to come over and sign the paperwork.

First though, Giulia had bigger fish to fry.

She was standing just inside the forest in the backyard of Amara's doppelganger. She waved her hand towards herself, "Invisique."

Now that she was invisible, she left the treeline and walked towards the backdoor of the Gilbert house. Palm held towards the door, "Dissero."

She calmly entered the house and walked through the kitchen and up the stairs. The far door on the right showed her the young form of Jeremy Gilbert. She stayed there, for a second, staring at his back and remembering the man who saved her life. His eyes, wide open, mouth gaping and a thin stream of blood flowing down his chin from it.

She'd held his cooling corpse as Alaric, Kaleb and MG arrived and killed his murderers. They had to drag her bleeding, broken body away from his corpse, kicking and screaming. They hadn't been able to give him a proper funeral. They'd just… left him there.

Her eyes and throat burned as she tried to hold back her tears. She focused on the magic of the labradorite powering her cloaking spell. It wouldn't last much longer, she had to hurry.

The next room was Elena's and, finally, the one across the landing was Greyson's and Miranda's.

"Somnus (Sleep)." she cast on the woman.

A jolt of electricity hit Greyson and woke him up, right as a jet of yellow light hit him in the face, the same truth spell she used on Zach. It was one of her own creation, it locked the muscles in place and forced the target into a trance that forced them to answer truthfully, but shortly. The target wouldn't remember anything after the spell was broken.

"Where does the Augustine Society gather?" she asked him.

"Whitmore House." he answered in a monotone.

"Where is it?"

"Near Whitmore College."

She huffed, but moved to the next question, she didn't have time, the labradorite was running out. "When is the next gathering?"

"25th of July."

"Why?"

"It's the day our organisation was founded."

"Who will be there?"

"Every member of Augustine and our test subject."

Enzo. "How many members are there?"

"23."

"What's the security usually like?"

"There are three guards patrolling the perimeter, a veteran acting as a bouncer at the door and an alarm on the backdoor and in the cells."

"Who gets warned when the alarm rings?"

"The guards."

"The three outside?"

"Yes."

"Not the police?"

"No."

"How do I open the cells?"

"With a key."

"Where is it?"

"In a secret compartment in the drawer of my nightstand."

Ok, didn't expect that. "What will happen at the party?"

"The members will partake in a couple of drops of vampire blood at the start of the night."

"Why?"

"To show our commitment to using vampires to further medical research."

I don't get how those two things are connected but ok. Vampire-hating crazy scientist here. Giulia was about to ask another question when she realised the labradorite was warming up in her hand. She cursed, and broke the truth spell, casting a sleeping spell on Greyson before the haze cleared from his eyes.

She renewed her cloaking spell and quietly hurried out of the house. As soon as she locked the backdoor behind her, she ran to the treeline, just in time for the labradorite to run out of juice.

"Fuck!" Now she'd have to wait until the next new moon to recharge it. I should really have more than one crystal.

She palmed the stone and stared at it. It was big and chunky; she still wasn't used to relying on it. She was usually partnered with someone she could grab and absorb magic from. Her favourite was MG, his magic tasted like cherries.

§§§

TUESDAY MAY 19th, 2009. NIGHT.

Giulia had to postpone going to Prestonsburg the next day. Her labradorite was out of magic and she'd need it once she got there.

Zach was at Mystic Falls' high school to find out what she had to do to enrol in September. She was laying on her bed and staring at the binder. It had all the information they had about Triad Industries and what would happen in Mystic Falls and New Orleans. All events leading up to the Big Reveal of 2019 and the shit show that followed.

However, nowhere in these pages did it tell her where to find a convenient source of magic. Sure, she had the location of the dead witches' house, but she'd never siphoned ghost magic before. The ruby wouldn't protect her if she started channelling Ancestral Magic so she'd rather leave it as a last resort.

There are no vampires roaming around and I can't open the tomb yet. The Bennett's are out, and I'm not sneaking into the Armoury without magic. Giulia cursed silently; I should've kept Sebastian's body around for emergencies. Damn it!

Giulia looked down at the bullet pointed plan on the first page. Haven't even really started and I already messed it up. She rubbed harshly at her eyes to stop the tears then stared hard at the paper. She wasn't going to give up, she'd rather kill herself than go back to being hunted.

Wait, who says I have to follow this script? They're not here. I am, it's my call. She rushed through the pages in the 'vampires' section, trying to find the guy Mr Salvatore had mentioned. It had been an offhand comment, but Giulia had written him down since she might need someone with contacts.

Hello there. She grinned.

§§§

Giulia drove her new grey jeep with heavily tinted windows, a useful present to herself she'd bought after opening a bank account and depositing the money from the leprechaun inside.

She had no idea where the hell Slater's coffee shop could be, but she did know he lived in an apartment that had four murders. Why exactly Mr Salvatore remembered that tiny detail and not something more useful like the address was unknown.

Hooray for one of the cities with the highest crime rate in America. Make it harder for me, why don't you? This was her fourth stop for the day and she had five more places to check.

She parked the car in front of the building and waited near the front door, playing on her new phone until a man came running out of the building. She grabbed the door before it closed and entered the lobby like she had every right to be there.

6th floor, apartment B. She walked up the stairs, taking her time so as not to attract attention by running and rang the doorbell of what she hoped was Slater's apartment.

No one answered. Just to be sure, she rang it twice more in quick succession and waited.

She turned around and walked to apartment A on the other side, an old lady answered the door.

"Hello ma'am. I'm Giulia, a friend of Slater's, the guy who lives across the hall." She said while pointing at his apartment door. "Do you know where he is? He was supposed to meet me at the airport but he didn't show."

"Oh dear, he must be at work right now, have you tried calling him?" asked the old woman.

Thank fuck this is the right place. "He's not answering his phone." She said sheepishly, waving hers around to emphasize the point.

"I'm sure he's just very busy," the old woman tried to reassure her.

"I'd go over to meet him, but I don't know his job's address. Do you know it?" she asked, trying to make herself look sweet and helpless.

The woman laughed, "I'm no miss, call me Agatha. I'm sorry, I don't know the address, but the café is called Richmond's 24/7 Coffee House."

"Thank you!" she shook her hand and waved as she hurried off. "Bye Miss Agatha, see you later!"

"Bye Giulia!" waved back the woman with a smile.