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Thranduil and Josie Part 80- Vampires, Witches and Warlocks Oh My

Summary: 3 pm-Halloween. Thranduil hunts down Lestat seeking confirmation to his theory. The vampire is reluctant and offers him a chess piece per se. The King makes his move and scores. He now needs to free the prisoner but Caroline's wicked spell must be broken first. The man gives him the means to do so and swears him to secrecy. Josie has more dreams as she naps beside the booze ridden marchwarden. She sees a familiar woman. It seems the Mirkwood Prince and the Lothlorien guardsman have been drugged by the relentless vampire vixen Caroline. She takes more than one thing from the unsuspecting Haldir. He vows to also take back something as he recalls what she did. Thranduil bamboozles Caroline with a gut wrenching cost to his ego. She panics and zips off when she realizes she's been had. The boys gain access to a piece of their souls after Haldir provokes Jo to get it right. An absent face appears in the distance. It's time to get tough.

*Warning* *Rape*

Thranduil had heard just enough of Caroline and Raven's conversation to lead him on a trail to the truth. If his theory was correct, he needed proof before he told you. He would not allow for you to be shattered all over again if he were wrong. Even if Lestat minded his own business, he surely still knew who resided in the depths of his palace, so the King knew he must go straight to the source. The brat Prince himself.

Thranduil found the solitary vampire doing what he did best. Being outlandish. He was sprawled out in an open casket with headphones on. The King certainly was amused by startling a vampire to death.

"Fuck..." Lestat snapped.

"Did I almost give you a heart attack?" Thranduil grinned at the pun he made.

Unfortunately, Lestat did not enjoy the humor. "Don't quit your day job." he snarked and ripped his headphones off. "What do you want Elvenking?"

"I will get straight to the point so I do not take too much of your beauty sleep away."

"That would be extremely appreciated." Lestat jumped out of the casket and stood a mere three feet away from the elf lord, glaring at him.

"I wish to know whom you are holding in the dungeons. I have my suspicions but I need confirmation."

"Now why would I offer you such information? First and foremost, I hold no one. I am simply....renting...the room to a guest."

"I would not pay a single hair from my head for such accommodations. I am no fool. A guest they are not. My suspicions are that it is that of a warlock. I do not care that you put yourself...Marius....or your desolate hole in the mountain in jeopardy for the likes of such filth as that succubus and her corresponding offspring. But I know that you care. What I do care about...more than the air I breathe...is my wife and child. And I am most certain you are at your wits end with Caroline and her reprehensible spawn as much as I am. All I request is some guidance from you for the answers I seek. My wife has been through enough thanks to her despicable mother and if I can give her back someone she loves dearly, then I must do whatever it takes to do so. Whether you care for Josephine or not remains to be seen by what you do next."

Lestat stared at Thranduil while debating what he wanted to do. He did care for you or he never would have told you all that he had and then there was the fact that your blood was the only blood in the world he did not crave, aside from animals or elves. The torn vampire made his decision. He walked past Thranduil, lightly bumping his arm in his frustration that he was giving in to an elf...or anyone for that matter. He brought back a small cedar box.

"Take this. It's a harbinger specifically for the powerful entity you hunt. If the presence is near, the needle will spin. But... It requires the blood of a relative or it is worthless."

"Worthless indeed when you could just inform me yourself of what I seek instead of trusting a toy."

"Now what fun would that be?" Lestat smirked. Screwing with the woodland sprite thrilled him.

"And how do you suppose I obtain my wife's blood? It is imperative that she has no knowledge of this until I can confirm my beliefs to spare her of any unwarranted pain."

"The King of Mirkwood cannot complete such a simple task? I was under the impression you were supposed to be highly intelligent."

His passive aggressive remark irked the King and his ego flared. "Indeed I am. But I am not about to stab my wife."

"I see. I could help you with that....."

Thranduil was far from amused with that statement.

"What I meant was....when she arrived here, she cut her finger on the broken window by the front entrance. If there is any dried blood left...simply mix it with a drop of water and add it to the holder on the magnetic needle. If not, you're on your own." Of course Lestat fibbed about how you were cut. If he had told Thranduil that he did it, it would have opened up a whole 'nother can of worms that he didn't need at the moment.

"Odd...is it not? How one just cuts themselves on a broken window..unless they had fallen through it." The King hissed and walked off.

Lestat chuckled and hopped back in the coffin. "Oh Caroline....what have you done now you bad bad girl. It's your funeral one way or another. You probably should hope the dealers get you first." he smirked and placed his headphones back on. Lestat knew who the man was but not that he could possibly be a relation of yours. In fact, Lestat did not even know of your existence until shortly before your arrival.

Thranduil found the broken window and studied all the shards of glass. There, on the inside of a large piece, was a hefty streak of dried blood that the weather could not reach. He snapped it free from the frame and headed to his room where he knew you were not.

He took the cedar box into the wash room, opened it and assembled the golden metal compass. On the wine table, there were small glass phials of some very potent liquor. He emptied one down his throat and flushed it multiple times with water to rid of any residue that would affect the test. After filling it partially with more water, he placed the shard over it and gently scraped the dried blood into it with his fingernail. He gave it vigorous shakes until the remnants had dissolved and then carefully poured a drop onto the needle's point. Round and round the needle began to rotate.

Thranduil stiffened and gasped. It was confirmed. At least that a warlock was indeed on the premises. Off he barreled to the dungeons carefully holding the compass that he would need to guide his path the closer he got.

Once he entered the cold musty depths of the chateau, he placed the harbinger on a stone slab and poured another drop of your blood into it. It spun faster than ever and stopped pointing to Thranduil's left. He picked it up and moved with great caution so as not to spill the liquid. He came to a crossroad and the needle turned to his right. Onward he continued through the infinite barely lit halls, although he could see perfectly with his penetrating elven eyes. As he came to a curve, the needle began to spin erratically and then it froze, pointing just to the left. Thranduil's eyes widened and looked on to see a single cell with a wooden door. In the top center was a small square iron barred windowless window. No wonder Raven could not locate him. The cell was in a desolate area. It was the only one at the end of the long winding path. Caroline had been there. He could smell her lingering stink. Most likely checking on Julian after she realized Thranduil had been listening to her conversation with Raven outside of her door earlier.

Thranduil crept up to the door. "Is someone in there? Julian?" he asked because he believed it was him and that he obviously had never died.

A hand slapped onto the bars actually making Thranduil flinch. "Who are you? What do you want?" The man's weakened raspy voice quickly asked.

"Are you Julian?"

A long pause took place before he spoke. "Who wants to know?"

"Your daughter's husband. I am King Thr..."

"I know who you are." His hand slipped away from the bars and nothing could be seen as the man kept his face clear of the window. Chains could be heard moving about. "Where is she? Is she safe?" he whispered from the darkness.

"She is here with me and yes, she is safe."

"I knew it. I could feel her. Why! Why is she here?? It is too dangerous. That wretched mother of hers and abomination she birthed are here and death comes for them."

"Yes. She is aware. That is why she came here. To find Caroline when she found out she was alive. Josephine...she has dreamt of you."

"As I of her and of the day I could hold my little girl in my arms again. I must be freed and take back my power." His statement confirmed he was in fact Julian...Josephine's not so dead father.

"How do I release you? I do not see a key hole."

"You cannot. Caroline has her wickedness bound all over this door and I wear iron chains that keeps me weak and powerless. The only way is if I touch the spellbinder....her. And she will never let that happen. Unless...... "

"Unless?"

Julian became quiet for a moment as he paced about dragging his chains. His hand suddenly came back through the bars clutching something. "Here. It is a strand of my hair. Place it on her and I will be freed. But it must make skin contact." As simple as that sounded, Thranduil knew it would be no small task as it meant he had to be near Caroline but.... he had an idea of what to do. He took the long platinum strand from the weary warlock.

"I will do as you ask."

"Say nothing to no one. It is too risky. If Caroline gets an inkling of what you are up to, it can put Jo in danger. She will use her against me." Thranduil nodded once at the faceless man and left.

You had fallen asleep beside the inebriated Haldir while waiting on Thranduil to return. As usual, the dreams invaded. Another memory from your childhood. You did not recognize the place you were in as you woke up in a beautiful bed.

Yelling came from the other room. Your mother's voice and another female's that seemed vaguely familiar. Being a curious child, you got out of bed and walked towards the voices. "I will not allow you to take her away! It is no life for a child! You do not deserve Jo. You are a horrible mother Caroline!"

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree now does it Maharet! You do not get to make my decisions for me OR MY child. She is nothing to you. You are nothing to me! Craven loves me and will take care of us!"

I do not know what Julian ever saw in you and I am sure he is asking himself the same thing right about now. He is a good man but one man and a good man is never good enough for you is it? Craven does not want your human child! My 7th child and you are an embarrassment, and you're wicked. You are not my daughter! Do you think I do not know the things you have done? Your father knew too and he suddenly ended up 6 feet under. You may have wanted this life but I did not. That monster of yours took it from me while you watched and laughed. Your sins are unforgivable jezebel! Let Jo stay with her father if you must go. Do the right thing for her Caroline. Selene as well as Viktor, wants you dead."

Caroline chortled. "I do not fear her nor her arrogant senile father."

"You should. Greatly. I do not think you realize exactly who he is and what he is capable of. You should mind your words when speaking of the respected ruler."

"Just because you have the hots for him does not make your words true. He earns no respect from me, nor Craven. If anyone is a monster, it is Viktor."

There your mother stood in her little gypsy like outfit with another woman, older with red hair like yours and Caroline's. As a little girl, you knew who she was, but seeing her in this dream state, you couldn't remember her.

"Aunt Mara...Mama...why are you yelling?"

"It is alright my love. It's just a grown up disagreement. You have to go with your mother now."

"Please Aunt Mara, I do not want to go."

"I'm so sorry, but you must."

"Aunt Mara, you're bleeding."

"Josephine!" she gasped as you had tried to lick her bloody tear.

"Come now. Go back to bed until it is time to leave."

"But..I wanna stay with you forever." you begged her as your then green eyes peered up into her sad broken ones.

"I am sorry my dear girl, you cannot." You could feel your heart break. Whomever this woman was to you then, you clearly adored her as she did you.

She carried you off through the room full of people as you stared at your mother.

She laid you back in bed and kissed you goodnight. Her lips were like ice. "I will see you again someday. I promise. When it is safe." You fell asleep and then later awoke to your father standing in the door way.

"It's ok Jo. Daddy's home. You're safe now."

You awoke crying and calling for him. "Daddy!! Daddy where are you??"

Haldir and Legolas strangely did not wake. Thranduil came barging in. "Josephine, my love!" He ran to you and you wrapped your arms around him as you sobbed. "It is alright. I am here. Come on. I will take you back to my room. A lot of good these two are." He scoffed and picked you up, carrying you out the door.

When the hall was clear, out came the conspiring Caroline who then crept into the chamber of the soundly sleeping elves. "How easy was this you sleeping fools. You should always be mindful of drinking things in unfamiliar places." She leaned over Haldir and sniffed him up and down. "I actually wouldn't mind having a piece of this." She stroked his cock and smiled in delight to the handful she felt. "I'll make this short and sweet. Got things to do, places to go, people to kill."

Caroline whispered into Haldir's ear in your voice. "Make love to me Haldir. I want you so bad."

He mumbled a moan and squirmed a bit. "Jo?" he whispered and then managed to slightly open his eyes. As the blurry figure that was mounted over him began to sharpen, he saw you.....seductively smiling down at him. Caroline placed her hands on his chest and began moving her hips in a teasing motion over his cock which was quickly on it's way to full attention.

"Do you want me my love? For I am yours."

Haldir kept blinking as you went in and out of focus. "Y...Yes, you know I do. I...have always wanted you."

"Then show me." She guided his hand underneath her dress. His fingers found her warm wet folds and began sliding through them with his thumb concentrating on her clit. Caroline let out an exhausting groan. It had been ages since she had been pleasured as Louis had been her last. She was so close to release that she forced his hand away and rapidly pulled his smoldering solid staff out of his pants. Her mouth came down and took the head of his cock in, flickering his opening with her icy tongue. Haldir's hands weakly clenched her hair as his head arched back.

"Please...Jo...Now...I want you now." he stammered softly.

"As you wish my love." Caroline lifted her hips and guided his cock to her throbbing entrance and slid all the way down on him. Her head flung back as she cried out. "Yesssss." Haldir's hands were white knuckled on her thighs as he laid motionless with closed eyes and a wide open mouth.

Legolas grumbled and turned over to face the back of the couch. Caroline snapped her head towards him then brought her attention back to Haldir when the Prince became still and quiet. She then resumed, grinding her hips vigorously against the marchwarden. Her climax was lingering as his lengthy girth stimulated her core but she held back until she brought him to orgasm. Faster and faster she rocked over him, moaning heavily as aspirated pants escaped Haldir's lips. He then unwound and called Jo's name as his warm liquid pummeled into the vampire. Caroline's eyes turned red. Her fangs released as her walls shuttered in climax over his pulsating cock. "Louis!" she cried out. She grinned from ear to ear in the afterglow. "Thank you for your services hidden hero. That you truly are." Caroline then reached inside his tunic and yanked the emerald of Eden from his neck. "Checkmate Thranduil."

Thranduil was dying inside after hearing you call out for your father. He wanted to tell you so bad that he found him alive and right there under your very feet but he couldn't. Not just yet. Julian had to be freed first so he could take down Caroline. Something told the King that her father could do so with a snap of his fingers. Even though Julian's powers were contained, Thranduil still felt his magic just bursting at the seams. He had to wonder why she kept him alive all these years. Why not have just killed him? Could she actually have a heart and not bring herself to kill your father? Doubtful, he thought. Because she still let you believe he was dead and suffer his loss all these years, so what would the difference have been if she had really killed him. He had to have had something she wanted and he was refusing to give it to her. It was the only thing that made sense. Could it be the missing book Ashmole 782 and it's missing pages he had heard her say Julian stole and hid away? Or the fact Julian had placed an unbreakable spell on her to keep her from touching you that only he could undo? Yes, Thranduil thought. Julian was one powerful warlock not to be reckoned with and after what Caroline has done to him, she was going to wish she had just killed him when she had the chance.

One hour later:

Boom boom boom! Haldir pounded on Thranduil's door. The King swung the door open in a huff. "What is this nonsense!?"

Haldir and Legolas both came charging in raging mad. "It is gone! The emerald pendant!" the marchwarden reeled with flaring nostrils as he paced the room.

"Did you ever consider you could have lost it during your drunken stupor earlier?" Thranduil smirked.

"You know as well as I do, that is not what happened! We were drugged. That marvelous tasting ale that Caroline knows we love. The day her and I argued, I saw her eyeing the gem."

"Thranduil....I believe him. I mean...even for being intoxicated, neither of them were acting right but I just didn't think too much of it at the time." You explained in their defense. Haldir looked at you and lightly smiled for having his back.

"Yes....it does make sense now." Thranduil whispered as he also began to pace but much more slowly than the agitated Haldir. "Stay with Josephine. Do you both think you could manage to get it right this time? I will handle this."

"What? Thranduil no! You cannot just go confront her?? She will harm you!"

He walked up to you and placed his hands on your face. With his big blue moons gazing into yours, he whispered. "Do you trust me?"

"Th..Thranduil...of course I do but..."

"No buts." He then kissed you softly and left.

"That damn gem. The trouble it causes is more than it is worth. And I...foolishly allowed it to be taken." Haldir raged under his breath as he peered out the window.

You came up to him and took his hand into yours. "This is not your fault. You couldn't have known what she was up to." The touch of your hand and the sound of your voice triggered his memory. He gasped and stared at you with a look of dread. "Haldir?? What is wrong?" He glanced over at Legolas who only gave him a head tilt in confusion.

Haldir's shocked face turned to an appalled one. He remembered what Caroline did to him. "It is time we retrieve our weapons. I have had enough of being powerless against her!"

Something was wrong. Your intuition told you so. His rage was not merely all about that pendant. You tried to take his hand again and he yanked it away. "No...Jo...do not touch me." His words and actions confirmed it. Something had happened other than the emerald being stolen. "Legolas. Let us take back what is ours."

"And how do you presume we do that? We do not know where our weapons are."

"Have the drugs impaired your brain permanently? Where else would weapons be stored? The armory. When Lestat's guard took them, they went around the side of the castle."

"My brain seems to be more in tact then yours. A vampires armory will be heavily guarded and also strongly secured with locks. So how do you suppose we pull this one off when as you said, we are powerless."

Haldir turned to you and a devious grin formed. "But she is not. It is time to get tough."

Thranduil was on a mission. Enough was enough in his eyes. His overly acute senses picked up Caroline's stench and he followed it, finding her alone in the ball room. He went straight to the wine table. "Care to join me for a drink?"

Caroline glared at him. "Now why would I do that? And why are you here?"

"I could ask you the same thing? All alone, wandering a darkened ballroom."

"Admiring the decorations for tonight's event of course? It will be quite festive. Lestat's parties live up to their reputation. He wouldn't have it any other way. So why are you all alone, wandering a darkened ballroom?"

"I did not feel the need to share the company of my wife with Haldir."

"My daughter still has a thing for him huh?" she smirked with pleasure knowing she just had a piece of him. "I can surely see why. A delightful eyesight he is." Caroline got off taunting the Elvenking. But she also wouldn't mind having a second helping of the elf lord either. "You know...you could always join me in my room for that....drink. Like that night in Lorien, in your chambers. Have a little...pre-party?" Her tone was seducing as she approached Thranduil. "After what she did with Garrett, I do not see why you cannot have a little fun of your own?" Caroline obviously had no clue that you and the King had made up and that's just how he wanted it.

He knocked back his drink and set the glass down. "I believe we can have that fun right here. I would not want to risk drinking your wine that could be tainted with your blood or....some kind of deadly nightshade, now would I?"

Caroline chuckled. "Now why would I waste a perfectly good elf with substantial benefits." Her eyes glided down to his crotch. She debated on reversing the spell she cast on him for this night just days prior. He certainly was a lover like no other and she hated to throw away such masterful skill with accompanying physique, especially of that between his legs.

"I do not know Caroline. Why do you do anything that you do? Now...would you like a drink or are you going to make me pleasure my self while you watch?"

That statement had her core aching but she was still skeptical. "And who's to say you won't poison me?"

"With what per se could I do that? I came in here to be alone and drink. You just happened to be here and have watched me the entire time."

"That is true King, but a little reassurance would be helpful." Her tongue slid over her bottom lip.

Thranduil knew what he must do. The unfathomable. He pulled the venomous vampiress into a kiss. If he could breathe, he would vomit right then and there as her cold tongue slithered around his. He could smell Haldir all over her too. As he had told you earlier, he wouldn't even touch her with his swords if he didn't have to. But...he had to this time to gain her trust.

"Mmmm just like I remember. Sweet and salty. Just like I like it." Caroline reeled in the taste of his saliva.

Thranduil was holding back the upchuck that tortured his throat. Boy did he sure need a drink now to mast her foul flavor. "Shall we have that drink now?" When he had arrived, he had already placed Julian's hair in the bottom of a glass in hopes he would succeed in coaxing her to drink it. He filled both glass goblets up and handed the hair baited one to her. "A toast...to an eventful evening. One that we shall never forget." Thranduil grinned.

"Here here. Down the hatch." Caroline grinned back. They clinked their glasses together and both gulped the blood red wine.

As the oblivious fiend lowered her half empty glass, she frowned and picked at her lip. Out of her mouth came a long wine stained platinum strand of hair pinched between her fingertips. Thranduil's lips formed a priceless smile as she stared at the glass. "Apologies. One of my hairs must have fallen into your glass."

"This is not your hair!" She froze solid, then a look of complete horror overrode her face.

"You!! You tricked me! Do you have any idea what you have done!!!"

"Yes. Yes I do." Thranduil prepared himself to light her up with his magic in her retaliation but instead, the confound Caroline bolted, leaving the glass to fall and crash at the King's feet.

Thranduil then stormed off to find you.

You, Haldir and Legolas made your way outside and around the back of the castle. The armory looked like a mausoleum which it was probably intended to for obvious reasons. Light flurries still fell but the critical part of the storm had ended. Even the cold air was vanquishing to a somewhat bearable state for you. You clutched the wool grey cloak Narcisse had lent you as you walked beside Haldir who was severely on edge.

"Are you going to tell me what has got you so worked up?" you asked him as he kept his eyes straight ahead.

"Jo...I think that is obvious. Your mother drugged us and took my pendant."

"Yes...but I know you. Something else has happened." Haldir kept walking and wouldn't look at you. "Hey!" You grabbed his arm and yanked him around to face you. "Talk to me."

"Damn it Jo...just let it go. Now is not the time in case you have not noticed." he snapped and jerked his arm from your grasp.

You did as he asked and walked on. Haldir immediately felt bad for jumping on you but he was determined to keep what your mother did to him a secret.

Legolas had been right about one thing. The armory was fully secured with locks and iron barred windows, but surprisingly there were no guards. "Ok short stuff. Work your magic." Legolas smirked.

"Ha..ha. You're calling me short when you're only like 4 inches taller than me."

"And that makes you short. So hap at it then."

You rolled your eyes at the quirky elf prince. "Sure thing. I'll just bust those locks right off with the snap of my fingers. Ugh...Legolas you know I don't know how to do all of this yet." If only Garrett were here to talk you through it again. You took yourself back to that peaceful moment with him and heard his words. 'Focus on the object that you want to move. Picture the face of someone you despise.' As you did just that, smoke arose from the iron locks and chains.

"Holy sh..." Legolas stopped himself and stared at you. "See?"

"See nothing." Haldir griped. "Smoke will not dislodge the lock and chain!"

"Haldir, she is trying! Stop pressuring her and being a complete jackass!" Legolas retaliated in your defense.

"Ok pampering prince, do you have any better suggestions?? Jo...focus on the damn locks."

Your teeth grinded and you glared at him. "Fuck you Haldir!" Your eyes snapped to the locks and chains as you pictured Haldir's stupid face in that moment. Your anger did the trick. The chains busted and the lock split in two.

"Whoooohoooooo!" Legolas jumped in the air one time and swiped his fist through it. "Tough girl!!"

You bent over and packed a snowball then stood up and nailed Haldir in the back of the head. You stomped off as you heard Legolas rolling in laughter. You came to a screeching halt as Thranduil stood before you. "Oh thank god!!" You ran straight into his arms. He swirled you around with a mellow laugh and a kiss to your forehead. "I'm sorry we left. How...how did you find us?"

"Sweet girl...do you not know by now I will always find you? Do you want to tell me what is going on here? Or shall I ask the snow covered Haldir?"

Haldir walked up to Thranduil with a smile. "We are reclaiming our weapons. I will feel never feel helpless to any vampire again. It is time none of us do."

"Oh I assure you, that will never be." Thranduil was confident now knowing that Julian should be free and would come for Caroline. Until then, he still felt he needed to withhold from you what he knew. Just in case things went terribly wrong before Julian could make himself known to you.

"Thranduil?? What happened? Did you find my mother or the pendant?" you asked.

He decided to tell a white lie for the time being. "No my love."

The three musketeers went into the armory and took back what was theirs. It was like watching a a mother hold her newborn baby for the first time. Thranduil looked at his twin swords in a way he looked at you sexually which made you giggle.