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.


A Street Car Named Desire pt. 2

The plan was concocted and everyone was well aware of their roles. As Freya went off to her room in preparation of the spell, Lucien, Stefan and Marcel began speaking about the little details and the 'what-ifs'. Hayley, on the other hand, ventured off into her own bedroom where she stood in silence, her eyes glazing over in thought. Juliet watched as the woman ascended onto the second floor and immediately followed, knowing it was time to have a one on one with the mother. They hadn't gotten off on the right foot from the beginning, partially Juliet's fault for acting so vague and cryptic. The Heretic understood where the mother was coming from; she cared about the Mikaelson family not only because her daughter belongs to Klaus, but because she actually and truly cared about the family. This Juliet appreciated and respected Hayley for as many have come and gone in the family's lives.

Giving a light knock on the wooden doorframe, Hayley's eyes found Juliet's. Nodding for the woman to come in, Juliet slowly took steps in with her eyes glued on the mother. Hayley, not looking for a fight, averted her gaze to her daughter's crib, her arms tightly crossed against her chest. Speaking with the mother was hard enough with her rough exterior and tower built walls impossible to break down, but Juliet knew there was one thing they had in common; their love for the family and the hurt of loss. Taking in a deep breath, Juliet looked down. "I understand loss very well Hayley," the woman began, her eyes shifting back to the woman. "I understand that crippling feeling of the world falling around you. I understand betrayal. But if there is one thing that I deeply understand, something that I know you will know very well, its revenge."

Upon hearing the word, Hayley's gaze finally met with Juliet's; a slight fire igniting behind her dark orbs. "Hope has already lost one father figure; let's not give her a reason to say she lost both. We will get the brothers back and you will get your chance to avenge Jackson's unfortunate death." For the first time since meeting the mother, Juliet finally watched as her walls began to crumble down around her, a hint of hope in her eyes as Hayley nodded to the Heretic.

"I'm sure you already have a plan," Hayley spoke, her body moving to face Juliet.

"I do … per say. Once we're in and we ensure the brothers' safety I'll have to separate Aya and the Witches. Once we do that, you'll be open to take your swing whenever you please."

"And what about Elijah? I don't think he'd just let me kill Aya; they had a … thing." Juliet detected the hurt within her words; her heartbreaking a little at the thought of Elijah and Aya together. It wasn't until then when Juliet realized how much it probably hurt the mother to have Juliet under the same roof as Elijah, knowing their history.

"Let me worry about that," Juliet assured the mother, giving her a nod. Just then, Freya walked into Hayley's room, her eyes falling upon the women. Juliet and Hayley turned their attention on the witch, immediately following her down to the courtyard to begin their departure.


While Lucien and Freya went their separate ways, Marcel and Juliet climbed into the man's car with Hayley and Stefan locking themselves in the trunk. Throughout the ride, Juliet kept her gaze outside on the passing images, Marcel quiet as he prayed to whatever Gods were in existence to spare his life. It was a frightening thought to know there was a possibility of dying at any moment; Juliet knew better. It was only a matter of time before Aya realizes the wooden filled revolver was nothing but a weapon which could kill an ordinary vampire; not an Original. With that knowledge out, Juliet was certain there would be a bloodbath of vampires with the determination in finding the artifact; all would be deeply disappointed to find it was out of reach for them. However, the Mikaelson Compound's defenses were merely for other vampires and not other witches, werewolves or humans alike. Making a mental note to initiate defenses, Juliet looked over to Marcel. "Everything will be okay," the woman assured, her hand falling upon his. Marcel, deep in thought, briefly looked down to their touching hands.

"I'll admit Jules, I'm a little scared," the man confessed with a light shrug. "What if we can't save them? What if the unlinking spell doesn't work and Aya pulls that trigger? I don't want to die." Understandable. Why Juliet didn't inform Marcel the status of the revolver might have confused anyone willing to listen, but Juliet had her reasons and kept quiet about the location of the real White Oak. Instead, the woman gave Marcel a light squeeze of the hand.

"You know I'll never let you down Marcel; this is something else you should trust me on." With her words, Marcel's mind began to click and the wheels began turning. Sitting back in his seat, his lips pursed as he slowly began to mentally inquire if Juliet would really have had something to do with the brothers' current situation. As if reading his mind, the woman retrieved her hand and placed it in her lap, her back resting against the car seat. "The brothers are in good hands." With her words, Juliet quickly began replaying the plan in her head. She wanted the unlinking spell to work as the looming doom of Klaus's possible death would always be held heavy on her and his sire line's shoulders, but Juliet did not want the truth about the revolver to be released. It was too much of a risk for open ears to begin snooping around and blowing everything Juliet had worked so hard for.

Marcel kept quiet, his mind racing with different thoughts about the woman. In the many years they have known each other, Marcel never questioned Juliet and her intentions. It always seemed as if she had things figured out and like she always had a plan; lately, things seemed a little too disorganized for Juliet to fully be in control. And he knew Juliet needed to be in control. But instead of voicing his concerns or opinions, the man continued driving in silence until they reached the Davilla Estate. The Stryx vampires at the gate approached the slowing car. Both Juliet and Marcel gave them a look when the vampires gestured toward another to open the gate and allow the vehicle to pass. He stopped at the front of the Estate, immediately exiting the vehicle with Juliet following. Without looking around, the woman and Marcel rushed inside; knowing at any time vampire huntress Reyna Cruz could show up once Stefan removes the paste from his wound.

As the two entered the pool room, they were met with Aya whose job was to oversee Davina and the other Witches prepare for the spell. Klaus and Elijah's unconscious bodies floated in the pool as the witches sprinkled various herbs into the water around them. Aya stood with her arms crossed and her eyes glued to the Witches; Marcel and Juliet approached her. As Marcel and the woman spoke, Juliet's gaze scanned the room before falling upon the unconscious Mikaelsons. In all the years they have existed, with all the pain and destruction they have caused, Juliet wondered by no witch had thought about incapacitating them by creating an astral realm like the Stryx Coven and placing them in it so they were no longer a problem to the real world. Even the unkillable could be dispensed; a little creativity just needed to be in the works.

"Stay close when it happens," Aya suggested to Marcel, placing a finger on his chest before she moved to exit the room. The underlining message in her words rubbed Juliet the wrong way; it pissed her off whenever someone had a hidden agenda. Knowing full well to have never trusted Aya with the revolver, Juliet excused herself from Marcel and went after Aya outside to the hallway. With a hand on her shoulder, Juliet whipped Aya around and pushed her against the wall with her arm. "I knew you liked it rough Juliet, but I wasn't aware you swung both ways," Aya mocked with a sly smirk tugging at the corner of her lip. Unamused by her taunting, Juliet held tighter against Aya's throat, making sure she was interrupting her airways.

"I showed you a token of trust and you have the audacity to defy me?" Juliet inquired, narrowing her eyes. "You have guts, Aya, but I can ensure you won't for long." Her intentions were to stop Aya from trying to kill Klaus in favor of herself; saving the trouble of having to fight off countless of angry and vengeful vampires who were hell bent in killing an Original vampire after the unlinking spell was done. One would question why Juliet wouldn't simply burn the White Oak and rid it from the world forever, but it was an artifact she held dear to her heart; plus it was Hope's favorite toy. But with defending those she cared about brought distrust from others and a snapped neck from enemies. Looking down at Juliet's lifeless body, Aya's lips twisted into an evil grin as she went forth, attending to the events taking place.

Aya returned to the pool room where she watched Davina and the Sisters begin their spell. With one simple thrust, both Klaus's and Elijah's necks were sliced open, the pool darkening from their blood. Marcel watched in horror as the Witches continued chanting the incantation to sever the sire link between the Originals and all sired vampires. Unaware of the trouble brewing outside, Stefan and Hayley, still locked in the trunk of Marcel's vehicle, began battle preparations as Stefan slowly but surely removed the paste from his wound. As soon as the wound was free from the paste, Reyna Cruz – vampire huntress – zeroed in on Stefan's location and began sprinting toward the Davilla Estate; like the plan had told.

It didn't take long for Reyna Cruz to find the Estate filled with vampires as targets. A Stryx Associate barged into the pool room to grab Aya's attention in their new problem, his expression filled with worry. Many vampires knew the legend of the Vampire Huntress. Even Juliet had had a few run-ins with the huntress and escaped by the skin of her teeth. Being chased by Reyna was no picnic in the park, but in this sense, it helped greatly.

Hayley, zig-zagging her way through the Estate, searched for the Mikaelson brothers alone. In her trek in finding the right location, Hayley stumbled upon the unconscious Juliet. Letting out an irritated sigh, the mother bent down, trying hard to wake the Heretic. With her eyes fluttering open Juliet realized what had happened and almost immediately she was up on her feet, ready to attack the reason she had been lying on the ground. "What happened?" Hayley asked, holding onto Juliet's arm.

"Aya snapped my neck," Juliet answered, cracking her neck. "What did I miss?"

"Reyna's here." Juliet nodded and began taking off toward the pool room, Hayley following close behind. Hesitantly walking into what she believed was the end of the Mikaelson brothers, Juliet witnessed the Witches chanting the unlinking spell, their attention completely pulled on the floating bodies of Klaus and Elijah both leaking blood from the open neck wounds. Looking horrified from the sight, Hayley realized none of the Witches noticed their presence in the room. It wasn't until one of the Stryx Associates glanced over and noticed the two women standing at the doorway when the mother sped over to him, snapping his neck without a moment's hesitation. Unfortunately, the grunts of pain and the sound of him hitting the floor caught another Stryx Associate's attention; Juliet sped over to him and snapped his neck, his body hitting the hard floor. Marcel, looking panicked, sped over to the last Stryx vampire and broke his neck, causing Davina's eyes to become distant with betrayal.

"Marcel!" Davina called out angry.

"I'm sorry, D," Marcel apologized, giving an apologetic shrug. Though Juliet understood the meaning behind trust, when it came to the well-being and safety of one's own life, trust unfortunately was thrown out the window. Turning to Hayley and Juliet, Marcel instructed for them to extract the Mikaelson bodies out from the pool. But before they could move, Davina casted a spell throwing the three vampires against the stone wall incapacitating them long enough for her to continue with the spell.

Suddenly, Elijah woke from his astral imprisonment. Juliet notice immediately, however the Witches were too occupied with the spell. Before they could continue, the angered Original vampire sped to his feet in the pool and grabbed Cynthia by the front of her black cloak, pulling her into the water to both drown and feed on her. Juliet, Marcel and Hayley had finally recovered from being forcibly thrown against the stone wall while Davina and the remaining Witches tried their best to complete the spell. It was obvious the Witches were terrified to have one of the brothers awakened with fury and full of revenge. Once Cynthia was dead, Elijah leaped out of the water and snapped the neck of the other Sister while Hayley leaped to her feet to do the same to the other Witch. Marcel, hell-bent on saving Davina, moved to her and pleaded for her to stop of the spell.

She did not.

Standing to her feet, Davina rushed away while continuing the unlinking spell. It didn't take long for Klaus to follow his brother's actions – a fire of hatred burning in his eyes. Almost immediately, Klaus leaped out from the water at vampire speed however, was stopped frozen in the air by the force of Davina's spell. "You've had your time!" Davina yelled, throwing him back into the water. The lights exploded in a shower of sparks around the others, causing them to duck.

"Something's happening," Juliet heard Marcel speak as both vampires began to feel their blood boiling. Looking down to her hands, it seemed Davina's unlinking spell began working; Juliet's skin began to turn red while it felt as if she was burning from the inside out. Not only were there audible grunts of pain from Juliet and Marcel, both writhing on the floor, Klaus's screams could be heard from inside the pool as well. Slowly but surely the young witch was breaking the sire-line link. The pain traveled up to their necks and all Klaus's sires screamed in agony until finally Davina waved her arms in two concentric circles, which caused the water in the pool to shoot up in what looked like a half-dozen geysers. The force of completing the spell caused the young witch to pass out; collapsing onto the floor and Klaus fell unconscious in the water once again.

Weakened by their ordeal, Elijah, Marcel and Juliet struggled to rise to their feet. Despite his weakness, the Original vampire jumped into the pool and gently picked up his brother whose body looked desiccated. However, it quickly began to fade as the wound on his throat healed. Juliet pulled herself over to the pool to witness Klaus opening his eyes. "It felt them leave," he whispered. "My sire line is broken."


Author's Note:

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