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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" Juliet ...." Her name was whispered repeatedly, the sounds echoing off unforeseeable walls. The haze had become dense since her legs had robotically taken her deeper toward the darkness upon her. As a light shiver traveled down her spine, the confused and scared woman wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the goose bumps along her olive skin. "Juliet....come ...." As much as her mental state screamed to turn around and run in the opposite direction, the woman had no control over her legs. She did, however, have full control over her eyes which she used to scan her surroundings in hopes to find something – anything – to help her situation.
"Juliet." Elijah suddenly appeared next to her looking disappointed. "How could you?"
"What are you talking about?" But before he could answer, he vanished in the blink of an eye. On the other side of her appeared Rebekah and Klaus, also looking disappointed as they shook their heads in embarrassment. "Guys what the hell is going on?"
" Juliet ." The whispers began again, echoing loudly in her ears – making them ring. Even with her hands over them, Juliet screamed from the pain; blood dripping from her ears.
"MAKE IT STOP!"
"Stop fighting it." Suddenly Juliet's eyes snapped open to find Elijah hovering over her, afraid. The whispers silenced and the darkness vanished with light pouring from the open windows, allowing the wind to hit her sweaty skin.
"Are you okay?" Elijah inquired, his arms slightly wrapping around her shoulders in attempts to pull her up to a seated position. She didn't answer but instead dwelled on the night terror she had, trying to decipher what it had meant. 'Stop fighting it,' echoed through her ears, causing her to slightly jump. "Juliet, focus." Finally, the woman was able to avert her gaze to Elijah's worried face, his brows furrowed from her demeanor. "Are you okay?" he repeated, holding her head in his hands.
"I'm fine," she mustered out, her breathing still heavy, the beads of sweat dripping from her face. It was at this time when Klaus walked into the room wearing his own worried expression.
"What is all the yelling about?" he inquired, his eyes immediately falling on Juliet. "What happened?"
"Nothing," she brushed off, sliding herself up from the bed and out of Elijah's grasp.
"Sure didn't sound like nothing."
"I'm fine; just a nightmare." Klaus's expression softened, remembering how vivid Juliet's nightmares would be. Long ago when they were children, Juliet would dream of terrors destroying the village after Henrik's death. It was then when he had made the white wooden oak trinket for Juliet with a message stating 'the Knight will keep you safe at night when I cannot.' As sweet as it was, no one would have known that little trinket would have led to the possible demise of the Mikaelson family.
Reaching his hand out, Klaus cupped Juliet's cheek and placed a light kiss on the other cheek. "Everything will be okay, love," the man spoke softly causing the woman to smile. She offered him a nod as he pulled away, his gaze falling on Elijah. "If we were allowed outside of the house I would offer to get you a small bouquet of lavender and some ice cream to cheer you up, but father here is opposed to us leaving the sanctity of our home."
