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 popular jazz band played an upbeat number at the Saint James Infirmary where Elijah had happily joined at the grand piano. Juliet joined the crowd, dancing along with the beat with a fellow bar patron, her joyful smile hiding her working mind. Not too far from where she danced was an unfamiliar vampire by the bar.
With a drink in hand, the other held a cell phone to his ear where he informed whoever was on the other line he had just gotten to town. The rest of the conversation detailed his hatred for Klaus and his need to find the missing White Oak.
Yes. Missing.
The morning after Juliet and Elijah had shared together, Juliet had entered Rebekah's room with the feeling of another presence having been in her room. When she checked the location of the White Oak, Juliet's eyes widened and a scream escaped her throat as she realized it was missing; the indentation of the figurine in the box spring clear as day. As to who stole the White Oak, it was still unknown; even Freya could't spark up a working spell to point them in the right direction. It seemed whoever it was, was a strong enough witch to break down the barriers Juliet had put up and clearly was not a vampire.
Across the ways, both Elijah and Juliet spotted two black-suited men who were presumably Stryx guards staring blankly at their enjoyment. As the song changed into a slower tempo-ed jazz number, Elijah walked down from the stage and joined Juliet on the dance floor, taking her by the waist with one arm while the other hand interlaced with hers. With a large smile on her face, Juliet happily swayed along with him to the beat of the music, slowly taking steps to spin. "Were you listening to his conversation too?" Elijah asked; his lips twisted in a smile, masking his concern.
"Of course, dear," Juliet answered, stepping out from their position and twirled in his hands, twirling back into his arms. "Daylight ring on and everything I see too." The unfamiliar vampire then hung up his phone and went to exit the bar. With a small smile, Juliet watched as a waitress walked up to the Stryx guards, spilling a tray of drinks all over them. "That's our que," she spoke, gripping onto Elijah's wrist, pulling him with her to follow the vampire.
Outside, the unfamiliar vampire walked down the dark streets of the French Quarter as Juliet and Elijah stealthily followed behind them from a decent distance away. Their breaths created smoke clouds from their nostrils in the cool air, their steps silent as the man rounded a corner through an alleyway. The pair stopped momentarily and watched as the vampire walked into the fog, allowing them to put some space before they resumed their chase.
When the pair made it down the alley near an outdoor café space, they're taken back when the two Stryx guards from the club stopped them. Elijah, obviously annoyed with them, smiled genially at them.
"Gentleman." The men stood where they were as Marcel appeared from the shadows to join them. Juliet scowled at the man, rolling her eyes as her arms folded across her chest.
