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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Receiving the news in which Davina Claire was recruited into the Stryx was unfortunately news to Juliet Ambrosia. When Marcel revealed that fact, Juliet was caught off guard but majestically covered it up with her quick wit and persuasive tongue, reciting some kind of statement about how they needed the young girl; reality was far from the truth. Aya had originally given that suggestion to Tristan while he was still part of the Stryx and the man had forwarded it to Juliet who turned down the suggestion within a second. Davina Claire was not to be touched nor bothered with what they were doing for reasons no one knew. Not a soul on earth knew Juliet's history with the Claire lineage and the promise Juliet to protect them; Marcel arriving to Davina's rescue was no coincidence during the Harvest Girl sacrifice.
With her anger high and her thirst even higher, Juliet raced to the Davilla Estate where she knew she'd find Aya. Walking into the area, Juliet's eyes narrowed as she spotted Aya, the woman's back turned toward Juliet. As quiet as she could be Juliet sped to where Aya was standing, only to be greeted by nothing but air. "I figured you'd be coming for me soon." Juliet turned around, her eyes changing to their vampire red blood color, the veins pulsating with blood underneath her skin. "Seems like your little lap dog is more faithful to you than he is this organization."
"I am the organization; a little fact you've never been able to accept," Juliet taunted, her back straightening as she took a few steps toward the other woman. "Maybe it's about time I helped you come to terms with it."
"The organization belongs to all of us."
"That's why there's a hierarchy, right? One where you are not at the top to make or demand orders. So who exactly told you to recruit Davina Claire into our legion of witches? Are the ones we have not good enough? Am I not good enough?" Aya rolled her eyes which only forced Juliet's anger to increase to the point where their surroundings began to shake. "I don't appreciate the attitude from you, nor do I appreciate the disloyalty."
In a swift movement, Juliet sped toward Aya, wrapping her manicured fingers around her neck, slamming her against the wall. Holding the woman above her head, Juliet's teeth began to extend, showing her true form. Her hybrid-witch side caused Juliet to have multiple fangs; similar to Klaus's fangs.
Before Juliet could sink her teeth into the other woman's jugular, she began to feel a pain within her body – like her blood was boiling. As the pain increased, her power began to dissipate; she dropped Aya as Juliet turned around to see Davina's arm extended toward her, her lips silently moving as the girl chanted a spell causing Juliet's blood to boil. Throwing her own arm up, Juliet counteracted the spell, deflecting it away from her.
"Who the hell are you?" Davina asked, her brows furrowed.
"Juliet Ambrosia," the woman introduced as it was the first time she had ever been face to face with the Claire witch. Davina recognized the name – obviously seen as her face softened and scrunched in confusion.
