Summary:

It has been over a thousand years since Juliet Ambrosia had last seen her one true love; then again if it weren't for him, she wouldn't be the monster she was made to be. Nevertheless, once news reached her ears that vampires were at war – fighting to kill one of the Original Vampires so their sire line could rule, Juliet decided it was time to reveal her existence to protect her sire line; Klaus. Secrets come to light and a love reignites but will it last long?

Disclaimer:
I do not own any character from CW's The Original, nor the story line of vampires fighting for 'strongest sire line'. I do however own Juliet Ambrosia and any plot that involves her. Please have respect and do not, under any circumstance, take or plagiarize my work for I have worked hard to write this fanfiction.

Beautiful Mistake - pt.1

"Elijah!" A young girl ran over to where the boy was hiding during the daring game of 'hide n' seek' in the wee hours of the day. The children were supposed to be helping their parents with house work, or helping father's hunt for the village, and yet the six little kids ran among the twigs and leaves, venturing further away from their village as each one wanted to win the game. Elijah shushed the young girl, holding his finger against his thin lips before he made a move to peek where his younger brother, Niklaus, was. "Is he closing?" a young Juliet whispered, her brown hair whipping in all directions due to the feisty wind. A storm was coming, a detail evident by the way the clouds stirred and the wind forced the leaves to lie upside down.

The boy nodded as he held his hand out for the girl to take. Happily, the girl took his hand as they sped off to run behind another tree. In the distance, a blonde haired little girl spotted them and called out, "They're over there!"

"Rebekah, you devil!" Juliet yelled before she took off, running right into the arms of Niklaus Mikaelson with his brother, Kol, behind him.

"Got you!" Niklaus taunted as he tickled the little girl. "There's no escaping the king now!" All the children then pounced on each other, wrestling and laughing in the woods – having the time of their lives. That was until Father Mikaelson caught up to the children, his wife and Juliet's father not far behind him. When the children noticed their parents glaring at the bunch, they immediately stopped and stared back in horror as their play time was over. The Mikaelson children followed behind their parents with their faces parallel to the ground while Juliet's father stood where he was, furious.

"I don't know who you think you are, Juliet, but ever since you started hanging out with those wretched children, you have been nothing but disobedient and disrespectful." Juliet began to slowly back away from her angry father who had picked up a large stick, threatening his daughter. "You know the rules; you stay home and do your duties and stay in the house." Kristofer Ambrosia reared his arm back, readying the stick as his other arm caught his daughter by her arm. Juliet closed her wet eyes, preparing herself for the first blow until she heard her father yell in pain.

Opening her eyes, Juliet saw Niklaus with a large rock in his hands; her father on the ground clutching his leg while groaning in agony. "Run Juliet!" Niklaus ordered; the young girl obliging. "Juliet! Juliet! Juliet… Juliet…"

It was a dream – a mere dream as the woman's eyes fluttered open to see Katie Trammel standing over her, worry written across her face. "Juliet, are you okay?" the blonde-haired woman inquired as Juliet looked to her surroundings. Sitting up in her seat, the old vampire realized she had fallen asleep while reading her own novel.

"I'm okay Katie, thank you," Juliet finally answered the girl as she swung her legs around the chair. "Just some horrid memories that I thought were buried deep." Getting to her feet, Juliet stretched while she picked up her iPhone. Looking at the screen, she noticed a missed call from an unknown number. Raising a brow, the woman guessed who it was without needing to re-dial the number; however, she wondered how they had gotten her phone number in the first place. Letting out a soft sigh, the woman put her phone into her jean pockets and grabbed her light jacket. "I'm going out, make sure to keep the house clean and again…"

"Stay clear from all windows, got it," Katie answered with a smile on her face. "I'm fine here – go handle your business." Juliet nodded at the girl, happy the Trammel grandmother taught her granddaughter well. In a swift movement, Juliet was out of the door and into her car. During the days when she knew her plan hadn't need attending to, Juliet enjoyed spending time within the active city limits. Being surrounded by so many gave her the comfort of being part of a crowd where faces blurred together. Being the creature that she was, the woman didn't like being remembered or known but instead another face in a crowd that is easily forgettable.

Once Juliet was walking among the living, the woman smiled. The smell of New Orleans cooking lingered in the air while the shops kept their doors opened, luring tourists to try the famous New Orleans taste. If she hadn't feasted on the food so many times, Juliet might have been convinced, but her attention was pulled elsewhere. A man sitting at the public piano sitting in front of New Orleans' many cafés played effortlessly a tune she was very familiar with. It was a hymn she was used to sing to the infants and toddlers she used to see over many years back. It was such a coincidence the man was playing the song, but Juliet loved every minute of it.

The man looked rugged; long white and gray beard with matching hair. His eyes sank deep into his face, his clothes covered in dirt. He was homeless; a shame with such a talent. In the hat placed on top of the piano, Juliet inserted a twenty-dollar bill. The man gave her a wide smile as he continued playing, paying no mind to the youth standing around him, filming his performance with their smartphones without bothering to give to the poor man. This caused Juliet to grow angry at the way the world was turning into; the youth simply growing immune and heartless.

To help the man out, Juliet walked to everyone watching the man and compelled them to give money – whatever they could to help him out. As each person lined up to offer money, the woman smiled with her arms folded across her chest and watched.

This time walking through the Mikaelson Compound invited felt different. The sense of being caught at any moment had vanished and she hated to admit that it felt better. Listening around, the woman could hear the muffled conversation exchanged between Elijah and his sister, Freya. Walking steadily to the study, both voices ended as they realized they weren't alone; Juliet's heels clicking against the cement flooring. "You guys should really have some kind of defense tactic put up as anyone can simply walk in here," Juliet suggested as she rounded the corner to enter the study; Freya immediately becoming defensive while Elijah was relieved to see the familiar face.

"Juliet, it's a pleasure to have you here. Thank you for coming," Elijah spoke, his words sincere and soft. Realizing her brother welcomed the intruder, Freya's glare lessened but still she folded her arms across her chest sheltering herself. Elijah, on the other hand, walked around the bar, handing a glass of bourbon to Juliet; a gesture she was thankful for.

"You seem more annoyed than usual," Juliet pointed out, happily grabbing the glass of alcohol, immediately taking a sip.

"It's Aurora." It seemed Elijah was unaware of the affiliation the woman held with Aurora as he moved to where he originally was standing, looking at the sketches of the prophecy. "Her influence frightens me. And yet, my hideously-deluded brother seems to think that she may be the key to ending this wretched prophecy."

"If she's aligned with her brother, what chance does Nik have?" Freya inquired, her attention being pulled back to her brother.

"None. And still, Niklaus believes that she can be swayed. Although; his perspective of family loyalty is schizophrenic at best." At Elijah's words, Juliet smiled into her glass as she knew full well how 'schizophrenic' Nik's definition of family loyalty really was. It always surprised her how long and strong the Mikaelson bond was, even after all this time of betraying one another. Nevertheless, the siblings continued to stay close and that was exactly what Juliet needed.

"I don't get why Lucien and Tristan are working together. Aren't their sire lines direct enemies?" Freya placed her hand on the bar, her strawberry blonde hair falling behind her shoulders as she spoke.

"Hatred is a hell of a thing, Freya," Juliet answered, her eyes glaring into Elijah. Freya shifted where she stood, feeling the tension lift in the room. Her eyes darted back and forth from Elijah and the new woman she knew nothing of.

"I'm sorry but who are you?" Freya asked finally, her finger pointing to the woman.

"She's an old acquaintance of our family," Elijah answered, wanting just a small piece of information loose on Juliet as he was unsure of whom Juliet was working for and what she wanted. But for the time being, Juliet offered her services in assisting them and that was what Elijah needed.

Both Juliet and Freya raised a brow at the man; Freya knowing he was not giving much information and Juliet amused he didn't want to reveal who she really was to him. It was no surprise, and instead of dwelling on it, the woman simply walked closer to the bar with a small smile on her face. "Besides, Elijah might have something to do with the reason why Tristan and Lucien are working together." Freya's head turned to glance at her brother, unsure to believe Juliet. Elijah glared at Juliet, masking his bewilderment of how Juliet knew so much about his family. As he kept his gaze on Juliet, Freya inquired about his unforgiveable deed.

"I compelled Lucien to believe that he was Niklaus, Aurora to believe that she was Rebekah, and Tristan myself. After I sired him, of course." Freya's face fell from Elijah's confession, her eyes narrowing at her brother. "This was a period of mayhem for us. It was the 11th century; Father was hunting us mercilessly … so I compelled them. And then, I told them to run."

"You made them bait," Freya corrected, coldly.

"Not the kindest thing I ever did, if I'm perfectly frank with you, Freya."

"That's not the only thing," Juliet mumbled under her breath, taking the last sip of her bourbon. Elijah shot the woman a glare while he took in a large breath, composing himself in front of his sister. "But what you need to understand about this family, Freya, is they will do everything and anything by all means necessary to protect their own; for better or for worse. They don't take kindly to threats and, when they are threatened, more than half the time that person or persons become extinct."

"So, you're telling me their days are numbered?" Freya looked to Elijah before her eyes found Juliet once again. They narrowed, which told Juliet Freya was hesitant about her. But like Juliet, Freya was a powerful witch who could pick up energies from others quickly and Juliet knew her secret was going to exposed soon if she stayed in the Compound any longer. But just as she was about to excuse herself to flee, Freya began shaking. "Something's wrong."

"What is it?" Elijah asked, his hand falling on his sister's shoulders – his expression full of concern.

"We need to call Rebekah. Now." Elijah looked to Juliet before grabbing his phone to dial his younger sister's phone number. Juliet stayed where she was as she closed her eyes, letting out a small but steady breath. And while she was creating the illusion that she was thinking – in reality, Juliet was looking for her old friend through Astral Projection, a nifty power she had learned many centuries ago. And while Freya was searching for Rebekah's soul which was connected to another body, Juliet searched for the original body where it lied in a coffin. There was where Juliet saw Rebekah awakening with a gasp – pushing the coffin door open. Standing not far from her was the very familiar face of Aya – a vampire who came from Elijah's sire line.

While her eyes were closed, Juliet smiled at Rebekah's taunting to the Stryx member – knowing full well she could take on a few vampires as she had many years to practice with her own brothers and a millennium on other unintelligent opponents. Just as she was going to witness her favorite Mikaelson battle the vampire, Juliet was brought back by Freya who had placed her hands on her shoulders. "Where did you go?" Juliet gave her a weird look, trying hard to play off what Freya had caught her doing. "Don't play stupid with me; I know you just astral projected. How did you do that being a vampire?" Juliet continued to stare at her, her mind racing. Freya would be the sibling to tell her brothers everything since she still was trying hard to find a place within the Mikaelson's tight bond; but Juliet couldn't allow that. In a swift movement, Juliet placed her hand on Freya's head, erasing the knowledge of Juliet's powers. Once she was done, Freya looking to the woman in confusion. "What was I saying?"

"Rebekah isn't answering her phone." Elijah's voice rang as he entered the room.

"Uh – she's gone," Freya spoke, her voice shaky as she bounced back from the spell Juliet casted on her. "I can't find her. Which means her witch body … her connection to magic … it's as if it's just vanished."

Author's Note:

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