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 trip to wherever Lucien was taking Freya and Juliet had taken a much shorter time than he anticipated. Then again for a vampire, speed was just another part of life. The driver criss-crossing and zig-zagging back and forth through the interstate was solely focused on getting to one destination while Lucien sat beside him; Juliet and Freya sitting in the back with Ezra accompanying them in the middle; Vincent following closely behind them in a separate vehicle.
Both women glared at their captors still bound and gagged. Their magic – Juliet's already low – were held back with a binding spell casted by Vincent whose powers had increased due to the Ancestor's newly formed connection with the Regent. Such a foolproof plan and it was struck down by two vampires and a witch; pathetic. Juliet shook her head, her self-anger only rising as the voices in her mind continued to reprehend her for her low efforts; how could she allow herself to get so weak in the presence of the Mikaelsons?
She thought she was stronger; thought she could resist being caught in the Mikaelson orbit but instead she was sucked into a black hole of emotions and obviously, it did not work well for her. Instead of avoiding the unlinking of Niklaus's bond – it happened. Instead of destroying the last piece of white oak in existence and ridding the world of the only tool which could be used in killing an Original Vampire, Juliet held onto the trinket due to some hormonal, memory lane nonsense. She hated herself for not enacting her actions better and doing exactly what she had put herself back in their lives for; saving the Mikaelsons.
"Stop sulking," Ezra commanded, harshly pushing Juliet further into the woods they had been moved to. Mystic Falls, Virginia was the last place Juliet had wanted to visit; everything pertaining to the Mikaelsons had always led to the small town. When they had crossed the border and the sign welcoming visitors quickly passed by, Juliet knew whatever was going to happen was not going to be all rainbows and butterflies ... or pleasant.
Juliet grunted at him, the only form of blasphemy she could spit at him through her gag; however, her dark hues spoke for her as she sent metaphorical daggers his way. In her mind she repeated, ' I can't wait to kill you. ' This neither affected nor mattered to Ezra as he simply shoved her forward once again, rolling his eyes to her. He knew all about Juliet's failed plan despite her attempts in keeping it hidden from him; her dwindling magic, her newly beating heart – Ezra knew everything because he was also in everything thanks to the Ancestors. It was comical to him Juliet believed she was the only one being used by the Ancestors; but they knew. With any plan, one should keep contingency plans in case the original motions were failed; Juliet had failed in their eyes.
Despite Juliet's attempts in freeing her gags, Freya grunted toward Lucien as her own eyes sent glares his way. With her grunts annoying him, the man turned and freed her gag, letting the fabric fall free around the witch's neck. "After all that flirtation, this is your idea of a first date?" the girl sarcastically spoke, causing Lucien to respond with a bout of laughter.
"Think of it as a date with destiny, love. Though, I admit, five is more of a crowd; but Vincent and Ezra is a necessary evil, I'm afraid – here to keep you two in check should you misbehave."
