A Forbidden Love (edited)

In These Stolen Moments the World is Ours

Juliet's POV

I wasn't scared. I could feel the power coursing through my veins, even as Julius called for me.
My blood pumped through my veins. I could feel the hunger for more nagging at the back of my brain, but I had to see him.

He stood in the garden. The hedges were high, my aunt Viktoria, before her sleeping spell, wanted a labyrinth to be in the back of our house. My uncles did as she wished while she slept. It was meant to be a surprise.

His hair was inky in the moonlight, it almost allowed him to blend in with the shadows. His eyes gave him away those beautiful baby blues.

I'd once thought my aunt was mad going after Damon after having been with Julius. I was wrong. I saw in person how alike they were in looks that is. In personality, I knew Julius to be different.
As I neared him he flashed to me throwing me into the nearest tree. He was once the only one of his kind. A witch of immeasurable power, and a vampire. You had to have Mikaelson blood from the source to become one.
The tree splintered beneath me and I groaned recovering. He was already at me his hand ghosting my neck.
"You'd kill yourself to protect her?"
His words spat venom at me. His breath hot against me. "I already did. No need to try to get angry now."
With a flourish of my hand I threw him off of me shattering a marble bust.
He got to his feet quickly, but now stared warily. His anger was still emanating off of him. I could feel his magic thrumming against mine.
"You were meant to stop the prophecy! Not bring the word to doom. You'll kill us all!"
I laughed. I couldn't help, but roll my eyes, "I've died twice now Julius. No need to fear the third time. What number are you on? Are we tied yet?"

"It's not the time for jokes. Viktoria and the rest of the Mikaelsons are doomed. You know why you had to die before, don't make me kill you again."
It was my turn to get in his space, I cornered him into a hedge. His body was warm against me despite him being a vampire. My own tongue darted out. I couldn't help it, I could smell the magic in his blood. It was exquisite.

I didn't notice that my fangs were out until his thumb traced the veins beneath my eyes. I wanted nothing more to tackle him right then and there. Drain the blood from his body. I couldn't. I knew that.
Instead I settled for whispering into his ear, "We both know you wouldn't do that again. I know you hated death the first two times."

Suddenly, his hands were wrapping around my hips. The world seemed to go quite for a second. All I could feel was him against me. Hear him breathing shallowly. See his eyes glittering like sapphires staring into my very own soul.
For a moment we stared there silent. I couldn't help glancing at his lips. They looked soft and perfect.
My own heart was beating quickly. I was suddenly aware of my own breathing too.
What may have been only seconds lasted a lifetime. It was too short.
Suddenly, he pushed me away and I fell onto my ass like an imbecile.

I may have gawked in surprise too. "Don't do that Juliet. You are a child compared to me, whatever age you show yourself to be. I'm nearly 1,000 and you, how old are you? 100? 200? That's nothing. We have more important things at hand."

I scoffed. He wouldn't get along well with the Salvatore's that's for sure. They were nearly 200 lusting after a now maybe 18 year old. I mean even my aunts and uncles were in trouble with his logic.
"I didn't even think you noticed you didn't comment on it. It's different than what I usually would shapeshift into when I aged up, but I'm not able to do that anymore. So how will you kill me this time?"

Maybe, I struck a chord because he finally truly looked at me and I could hear as his breath caught. "I won't kill you not ever again. I'd-I'd let the world, let the Mikaelsons fall to ruin. Don't doubt that."

Maybe I'm pushy. I mean he's literally shoved me earlier and I didn't get the hint. I just had to know.
I flashed to him and my lips were on his. For a moment he seemed okay. His hands roughly threaded through my hair. His lips were hard against mine. Just like every other moment it was over too soon. He pulled away, "You've just turned, Juliet. Your emotions are high. Go home. Feed."

"Why? Why did you come then? If not to come home with me why would you come here?"

His mouth was tight and his voice low. He ran his nimble fingers through his hair and I noticed he had a new ring. It was silver and thick on his thumb.
"I first came to help Viktoria, but when I felt- when I felt you dying I had to see if you had turned. If you were alive."

We stayed there for a moment. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How did he feel I was dying? I'd have to check my things for magic trackers.
"I know now," and then he turned. He just turned away. He was gone in a breeze as if nothing happened.

If I was a vampire longe to would've chased after him. Instead, instead I turned to go home. I'd have to explain to my dad why I broke a marble bust, why an old tree was ready to fall down, and why there was a human shaped hole in the hedges. If Henrik, the little coward, hadn't, I'd also have to explain why I looked to be in my 20s now.
How would that go? Hey dad, I know it's super creepy. I posed as a little child to gain your trust, but I didn't want to be stuck like that forever so your dumb son Henrik aged us up, and didn't bother to shape shift me so I'm forced to look as I would naturally for all eternity. Oh yeah I'm also a vampire AND a witch! Okay, goodnight.

Oh god, I dreaded returning home.

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Kai's POV

Have you ever felt so angry you could just grab someone and slam their head repeatedly in the Bar top? Over and over again until you finally feel some semblance of control and their annoying voice just stops pestering you?
I'm told most people have a little voice in their head that says "No slamming people into bar counters is wrong!"
I guess my little voice never fully developed because as soon as a small no pipes up, I do it anyway.

The only problem is it makes a mess and people tend to get upset. Like right now, one of the little vampire cult of Mikaelson who is making sure I'm getting home, is working himself into a frenzy.

"Come on dude, do you really want to draw attention to us?" The truth is I don't care, but I also don't feel like having a vampire drain out my blood, and then I have to kill him.

It's so blah. It's blah them thinking I won't be returning. Why wouldn't I?

Maybe because I've been a bit off the rails lately. I get them feeling worried, but all I can feel is anger.
I tried to get in her dreams. I just wanted to talk to her. It was a simple spell, and the witch promised me it would work. When I was trapped behind a door I couldn't open and see her in the distance, it was worse than not being with Viktoria.

Of course, this meant the witch had lied. The spell hadn't really worked. So I slammed his head repeatedly into the bar counter. Now it was kind of gross, he got blood all over my mew shoes and the stupid vampire guard or whatever was crying about it.

Instead of thinking about what a mess the stupid witch made, all I could think of was her. Viktoria. She had a temper, but it was hot. I like things a little spicy, but since she came back I couldn't feel anything binding us together and it felt like we were over.

I'm not gonna lie. I don't see why I would. I began to feel so angry that once I strung up my little vampire guard everyone who stepped into that bar I killed. What can I say? I just needed to blow off some steam. It didn't help that everyone was so annoying. It also didn't help that the convenience store next door didn't. Sell my favorite chips.
I was a little angry and soon everyone who came in immediately began to scream. The floors were a little bloody and I didn't want to nap.

Her eyes, green-blue like an ocean brought me back. She was out there and despite the multiple bodies, it was finally time for me to go home.