News of factions forming and a war brewing reached the ears of Juliet Ambrosia. Vampire lines plotting to take down Original sirelines piqued her interest. With it having been almost a thousand years since she'd last seen her found family, Juliet de...
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The rain fell quickly from the sky hitting the ground with audible sounds. The dark clouds clogged up the night sky hiding the millions of stars behind them. On the docks on the southern coast of Louisiana bordering the Gulf of Mexico, the rain hit the wood and scrap metal formed together to make the roof over a large warehouse; a warehouse where a large man rode a forklift to transport a soggy, seaweed covered shipping crate which contained the desiccated body of Rebekah Mikaelson. Other men accompanied the larger man; middle-aged men working for their families. However in this case, they worked for the Mikaelson family. "Right where he said it would be," one of the sailor's spoke as he rubbed his cold, callused hands together. "Open it! This Mr. Elijah Smith paid big money to have this dredged out of the Gulf. What's ever in it has gotta be worth a fortune. I say we renegotiate." The men finished opening the crate, but before they could fully examine its contents, Elijah and Juliet appeared behind them. Elijah lowered the large umbrella he held over them, snapping it closed as he looked to the men annoyed.
"I'm afraid that was my final offer," Elijah spoke as a smirk tugged at the corner of Juliet's lips. The men began to position themselves in a defensive formation. The Original vampire looked back at Juliet, a small smirk on his face as he began sliding his coat from his body. He handed his coat to the woman, giving her a wink before he vamp-sped to the sailor in charge, plunging his hand into his chest and ripping his heart out. The other men's eyes widened as they witness Elijah's unnatural powers and the red, still beating heart in his hand. Juliet watched carefully as Elijah ripped into the rest of the men, leaving no one behind.
Once all the men were on the floor, dead, Elijah walked to Juliet – covered on blood. The woman extended her arm holding his coat and gave him a disapproving look. "What?"
"Did you have to kill them?"
"This coming from you?" Juliet gave him a look as he began wiping the blood from his face with a handkerchief the woman had handed him. Without another word, Juliet walked over to the shipping crate and opened the lid of the coffin. Her eyes rested on the grey skinned Rebekah Mikaelson; her old friend. A small smile formed along her lips as Juliet's eyes rested on the stake sticking out from the woman's body; a stake she created. This wasn't part of the plan; Rebekah being shipped and sank down into the bottom of the ocean was not part of her plan and yet there they were, Juliet and Elijah standing together as they looked down to his sibling.
In one quick movement, Elijah pulled the stake out from Rebekah's torso and almost instantaneously the woman woke with a gasp as her natural color returned to her skin. Juliet moved to give the siblings some space to re-connect just as Rebekah sat up, looking around in shock before she noticed Elijah's presence. She smiled widely and sighed in relief. "Hello sister," Elijah greeted, a large grin spreading along his lips.
"Please tell me I didn't miss Christmas," Rebekah responded, smiling weakly.
"Not at all," her brother assured her, holding his hand out to help the woman out from the coffin. But Rebekah's eyes caught glimpse of Juliet and her smile faded, her eyes widened and her lips parted as she began to become pale; as if she had seen a ghost, the ghost of a friend that should have been buried in the grave for thousands of years. "It's her," Elijah confirmed, putting a hand on his sisters shoulder. "She's alive."
