Drink You Away

A Walk on the Wild Side

New Orleans. Known for its distinctive music, Creole cuisine, unique dialects, and annual celebrations for the locals. No matter how pretty the media portrayed the artistic town, New Orleans holds a much darker side.

In the supernatural world, it is known, mostly, as the city of witches - with vampires and werewolves in the mix. Three supernatural creatures fighting over power - neither bold enough to fully take it, not until the Mikaelson family, the Originals, had first arrived in New Orleans many years ago. That was until their father ran them out.

The Original Vampires were famous for their reckless and careless ways of killing not only for pleasure but for each other. They made sure everyone knew if one was messed with, it was everyone else's problem. Though the supernatural world rapidly grew fearful of the siblings, it was Niklaus Mikaelson they were most afraid of. His hybrid status surely caused an uproar – but it was his knack for manipulating everything with the help of his unique but deadly heritage that kept others away.

This could have been the motive of the new terror plaguing them.

Vampires were at war. Once news of the destruction of an Original vampire meant the eradication of their sire line, factions were formed to plan the takedown of an Original. Additionally, this caused other groups to form alliances with each other as a means to protect their own.

Juliet Ambrosia was part of that alliance ... in a sense.

Not like there was a newsletter to keep track of the recent events but Juliet made sure to keep tabs on the family ever since she'd come into her mystical powers. No – her name was not known like the Mikaelsons - she had done an excellent job in staying off the radar.

It had been decades since she had explored New Orleans. Her last visit was a means to an end. A way to break away the chains locked around her heart. She planned to confront the man who still dwelled deep within. But she couldn't - not after he fled the city as a large, raging fire caused the theater to collapse with innocent lives still inside. It felt as if it was just days prior when Juliet looked up to the once-burned theater now rebuilt.

New Orleans tourists celebrated around her, stuck in a drunken stupor. Alcohol infiltrated their systems altering their minds. Beer and liquor bottles were thrust high in the air. The sounds of live swing bands vibrated through the air as street performers played and danced the night away. Things were surely different but the one thing that would forever remain the same was Elijah Mikaelson stoically still on his balcony, deep in thought.

Juliet looked up at the Original vampire, admiring the way he still carried himself. With just one glance, anyone would have guessed he was a powerful corporate zombie and could get everything he wanted. The way he wore his suit, slightly slicked back hair, and held his composure would tell anyone not to mess with him.

Though everything about Elijah made the woman miss his scent and the way he used to gently caress her skin, Juliet wanted nothing more than to cause that balcony to fall with him on it despite his inability to die.

Rolling her eyes, Juliet dipped her gaze back to the block party happening around her. She had to get to the person she was looking for. Everything indicated Niklaus Mikaelson was not too far from where she was. The issue with having a sire was the sensation of belonging intensifying when near the Original bloodline. It was a feeling Juliet hadn't felt in a very long time but thought it useful for her intentions. First, she needed to find a place to reside in the city during her time there.

She waited patiently with a glass of red wine, sitting at one of the many dining settings placed outside of restaurants. Elijah stayed in her sights but Juliet kept just out of his should his gaze wander.