A/N: I hated the end of 'Cry Havoc', and not because Juliette died (supposedly), but because of how it played out. For all those who have skipped my other Juliette chapters or couldn't stand to read them, just know I wrote them to this end. As always, thanks for following.

Chapter 21 Juliette

The King sat across the table from her, trying to smooth talk her, but Juliette knew too much about the Royals to accept everything at face value. This man's son had just beheaded Kelly Burkhardt, and she knew they would do the same to her without a second thought if she was no longer useful. Well, she would be nobody's pawn! Making that clear to Him, Juliette decided she wouldn't become trapped in this warped family game.

Recalling what had happened as she waited upstairs in Nick's house just hours ago, some deep part of Juliette hated herself, hated what she had been a part of, despised to what lengths she would go to gain her revenge. If it hadn't been for Diana, she hoped she would have told Kenneth and his goons to shove off, but she could no longer kid herself. Juliette was now the monster she thought everyone would see her as. She had embraced the horror that she could become while loathing herself for it. Was there a limit to what she would be willing to do? What she tried to do to Aunt Marie's trailer, what she had done to Nick's mother! No, she would never stop, never be satiated, never be done. This hell was of her own making. Juliette couldn't stop and the King would try to use what she had become. No, something gave her strength to say. There was only one who could end her nightmare, if he could find it in himself to finish this.

Diana would be okay, Juliette registered as she watched her defy the King even in play. Diana knocked the blocks down that He tried to build into a castle and Juliette smirked. Then all the blocks swirled through the air till they settled into a more complex and pleasing pattern. No, Diana would not be molded by this pompous old man. Kelly had taught her better, Juliette swallowed as she realized bitterly.

"Your Majesty, the pilot just reported they're five minutes out," a messenger announced.

"Time for us to go home, Diana," the King said to his granddaughter. Then turning to her, He requested, "Take her, please." Juliette understood his manners were false politeness with no real expectation of being denied. As He walked from the room, she hesitated at leaving Diana. She wasn't going to be on that helicopter, but she would make sure the little Hexenbiest was safe. Halfway across the yard they were traversing, gunshot rang from the house. He was here, Juliette knew as she glanced back.

Putting Diana in a seat and strapping her in, Juliette turned to the King. "I'm not going with you. As I said, this Grimm will not stop. I must stay and finish this," she claimed. The King simply acknowledged her with a nod and she ran off into the trees opposite of the house where she witnessed Nick's tortured glare up at the retreating helicopter.

Stepping into the house, their house, the house were they began a life together, Juliette thought it was fitting that they should end here. And end it would, tonight! Memories flooded her of happiness and struggle, the discovery that Nick must have slept with someone else in their crumpled bed the day Monroe and Rosalee were married, but her thoughts ended on that fateful day when she became Adalind and slept with the man she thought she would marry herself one day. Fate had a very twisted agenda, she acknowledged.

Walking through the house, there was a subtle difference. He had removed all her pictures, and yet there some of her things were still in their regular place. Was he too busy to eliminate everything or was he unable to let their memories go? Then it hit her. Nick didn't have any memories of them. Coming down the stairs, she saw Trubel's backpack and trusty machete under the small table at the bottom of the stairs. So, Trubel was back. That could be good or bad, depending on who Juliette was when she met her. Swallowing, she wished to never see Trubel again, fearing what she might do.

Proceeding into the kitchen, that's when Juliette heard Nick come home. After watching him look down at Kelly's dead face for several minutes, the real Juliette found the strength to say, "I didn't know Kenneth would do that."

Nick gave her a hard, painful look saying, "She trusted you."

"I know," she acknowledged. "I just thought they wanted Diana."

Nick growled, "You betrayed her," as he grabbed her and slammed her against the wall. His hands closed around her neck as he began to choke her with a crazed expression. Yes Nick, end it please. Juliette welcomed this after all she had done.

"Do it, Nick. Kill me," she pleaded in a raspy voice. "Just do it. Do it!" She finished. However, that's not who he was. Nick wasn't the kind of man who could choke a woman to death, even after all she had done, she understood as he released her to inhale deeply. Juliette's control vanished in that instant, as she smirked. " Can't put me out of your misery, huh" she taunted.

"Get out!" he ordered.

"After everything I've done for you, you think that's how we're going to end it," she spat. Briefly her true self emerged once more to say tearfully, "You should have killed me when you had the chance," before she took control once more. She Woged and threw him against the far wall. As she lunged for him again, Juliette registered a scraping sound while Nick turned and saw him swing something metallic through the air before her breath caught in her throat. Looking down, she saw Trubel's machete buried halfway into the left side of her ribcage.

With comprehension, Juliette was grateful Nick had ended it. He was the only one who could put her out of her suffering, and she loved him for it. One last look at his face showed the kindness and compassion that drew Juliette to him all those years ago. "I'm sorry Juliette, truly I am," he sincerely expressed.

"Thank you, Nick," she managed with what air she had left as she collapsed onto the floor. After gasping twice, Juliette knew no more.