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.
Bring the Black Horizon pt. 1
The trip to wherever Lucien was taking Freya and Juliet had taken a much shorter time than he anticipated. Then again for a vampire, speed was just another part of life. The driver criss-crossing and zig-zagging back and forth through the interstate was solely focused on getting to one destination while Lucien sat beside him; Juliet and Freya sitting in the back with Ezra accompanying them in the middle; Vincent following closely behind them in a separate vehicle. Both women glared at their captors still bound and gagged. Their magic – Juliet's already low – were held back with a binding spell casted by Vincent whose powers had increased due to the Ancestor's newly formed connection with the Regent. Such a foolproof plan and it was struck down by two vampires and a witch; pathetic. Juliet shook her head, her self-anger only rising as the voices in her mind continued to reprehend her for her low efforts; how could she allow herself to get so weak in the presence of the Mikaelsons?
She thought she was stronger; thought she could resist being caught in the Mikaelson orbit but instead she was sucked into a black hole of emotions and obviously, it did not work well for her. Instead of avoiding the unlinking of Niklaus's bond – it happened. Instead of destroying the last piece of white oak in existence and ridding the world of the only tool which could be used in killing an Original Vampire, Juliet held onto the trinket due to some hormonal, memory lane nonsense. She hated herself for not enacting her actions better and doing exactly what she had put herself back in their lives for; saving the Mikaelsons.
"Stop sulking," Ezra commanded, harshly pushing Juliet further into the woods they had been moved to. Mystic Falls, Virginia was the last place Juliet had wanted to visit; everything pertaining to the Mikaelsons had always led to the small town. When they had crossed the border and the sign welcoming visitors quickly passed by, Juliet knew whatever was going to happen was not going to be all rainbows and butterflies … or pleasant.
Juliet grunted at him, the only form of blasphemy she could spit at him through her gag; however, her dark hues spoke for her as she sent metaphorical daggers his way. In her mind she repeated, 'I can't wait to kill you.' This neither affected nor mattered to Ezra as he simply shoved her forward once again, rolling his eyes to her. He knew all about Juliet's failed plan despite her attempts in keeping it hidden from him; her dwindling magic, her newly beating heart – Ezra knew everything because he was also in everything thanks to the Ancestors. It was comical to him Juliet believed she was the only one being used by the Ancestors; but they knew. With any plan, one should keep contingency plans in case the original motions were failed; Juliet had failed in their eyes.
Despite Juliet's attempts in freeing her gags, Freya grunted toward Lucien as her own eyes sent glares his way. With her grunts annoying him, the man turned and freed her gag, letting the fabric fall free around the witch's neck. "After all that flirtation, this is your idea of a first date?" the girl sarcastically spoke, causing Lucien to respond with a bout of laughter.
"Think of it as a date with destiny, love. Though, I admit, five is more of a crowd; but Vincent and Ezra is a necessary evil, I'm afraid – here to keep you two in check should you misbehave."
"You're leaving out the part where I ain't exactly here of my own volition, man. The Ancestors must have lost their damn minds." Juliet's ear perked up as her head snapped toward Vincent, her legs stopping. Vincent returned the glance with a pleading looks, as if begging for forgiveness for what he had to do.
"Oh quite the opposite," Lucien smiled as the bunch continued to duck and dodge branches and fallen logs to get to their destination. "I've never dealt with a saner bunch," he continued. "See, when I arrived in New Orleans I made them a deal. Upon my request, they would grant me access to the Regent." Lucien gestured to Vincent for emphasis as Juliet rolled her eyes. "And in exchange, I'd provide for them a world without the Originals. Vincent's eyes widened in alarm when he realized the gravity of their situation as Ezra smiled fondly toward Lucien. Juliet noticed the grin on his face and huffed, begging for the gag to be removed; Ezra ignored her as he was completely sick of the woman. For years, he was forced to stick by her side, listening to her incessant rants on how much she hated the Mikaelson family for betraying her – mostly especially Elijah for leaving her to die and yet she was fraternizing with the family, living under their roof and creating happy memories when she was supposed to be their enemy.
"Didn't take much convincing," Lucien continued. "They do despise your family." They walked a few more yards until the man finally stopped just feet away from a familiar-looking basin sitting upon a rock; right where Esther created the Original Vampires. Juliet's eyes widened as she realized exactly where they were and her legs stopped moving. She was familiar with the area as it was her who had witnessed the Mikaelson mother turn her family into the monsters which would create a powerful population among mortals for centuries after.
"Yeah but where the hell is 'here', man?" Vincent inquired, growing increasingly irritable as the seconds passed. Before Lucien could answer, Juliet tried speaking but the sound was muffled against her gag. Lucien, annoyed by her constant groaning, instructed Ezra to remove the cloth from her mouth.
"Where it all started," Juliet spoke immediately before spitting out cloth fibers which were caught in her throat. "It's where Esther performed dark magic in order to create the Original family."
"Welcome to Mystic Falls," Lucien interrupted, his arms extended as if showcasing a brand-new car during a game show. "Where Esther Mikaelson created the vampire species. Under the shade of the infamous white oak tree, she crafted the spell that turned each of her children and I mean to replicate that spell. I have everything I need to become what I deserve to be." While Freya and Ezra appeared to be unaffected by Lucien's tale, Vincent and Juliet exchanged glances with smirked faces, shaking their heads in disbelief.
"You want to become an Original?" Vincent inquired, his chuckle subsiding.
"Do I look like the sort who'd settle for some shoddy Original model?" Lucien scuffed. "I intend to be an upgrade."
"You're insane to think we'd ever help you craft any spell," Freya spoke, her anger finally pushing the words from her mouth.
"Oh no, you misunderstood my dear; Vincent will handle the spell." The Regent rolled his eyes in annoyance as Lucien grabbed Freya by the arm and yanked her toward the basin. "From you I need something I need something a bit more intimate." Carefully Lucien pulled at Freya's wrist, giving her a glance before his eyes changed blood red, the vein under his skin began to visibly pulsate, his fangs extended violently piercing Freya's wrist. Juliet screamed for him to stop hurting the witch; Freya had been through enough. With her anger increasing, the woman could break against the hold Vincent's spell had over them and she sped through the forest at an inhumane speed, trying desperately to find her way through. With each tree trunk that passed by, she kept mental notes on how far she was traveling; her legs never growing tired.
Chasing not far behind her was Ezra after Lucien commanded he bring the Heretic back in one piece. Little by little Ezra gained on her before Juliet jumped through a congested area filled with shrubs and bushes. His eyes darted around him, looking and hearing for any sign of the woman in his surroundings. "Come out, come out wherever you are," the man taunted as a smirk began to tug at the corner of his lips. "Marco!" He thought he had her; he heard her behind one of the numerous large trunks around them. But as he rounded the tall standing tree, he saw nothing but felt the large branch piercing through his spine.
"Polo," Juliet sneered through gritted teeth, her hands freed from the bondage; holding onto the branch. Using her enhanced strength, Juliet placed her boot against his back, thrusting him forward as she removed the now blood-soaked branch from his body. "Why Ezra? Why go against me after all this time?"
"It's all about the bigger picture," he coughed, blood staining his teeth. "The Ancestors knew you wouldn't have the balls to pull off the mission. So the moment you turned me, they came to me with a proposition; while you gathered information on the Original family, I gathered information about you for them." His confession shocked Juliet to the point where she dropped the branch to the ground. With his eyes beginning to tear up – not in sorrow but in anger – the woman attacked Ezra, pushing him hard enough into the tree behind him, the plant tumbled over with Ezra on top of it. With her face showing the true monster which lied within, Juliet sped to who she once believed was the only person on her side, picking him up by his collar and threw him against another tree trunk. His yelp in pain echoed through the forest, however this didn't hinder the woman's rampage for revenge. There was one thing Juliet forgot; she trained Ezra herself.
As she made her way over to him to continue her fight, Ezra was already on his feet, smirking at her. "I've been looking forward to this for years," he taunted, taking a step back to prepare for his move. Deflecting his mentor's punch, Erza held onto her arm and swung her body into the same tree she had thrown him into. A groan was heard from her throat; he used that moment to then pull her smaller body back, throwing her across the clearing. "You see Jules, what you lack is common sense; you shouldn't be fighting me but joining the winning team. There's still time." As he spoke, Ezra took leisured steps toward his mentor as she painfully rose to her feet, brushing off the dead leaves from her clothes. "If there was one thing you taught me it was to do whatever it took to survive."
"Are you done? I've never told you this but you can get quite annoying." She wanted him to get pissed, to get pissed, to be filled with so much rage he would attack without thinking; without analyzing her every move. "You know I wasn't going to save you; I should have followed my instincts and let you die a pathetic, childish mind." She watched as his upper lip quivered in anger, his eyes slowly turning red. "Oh, did I strike a nerve? Too bad; get used to it Ez, cause you're no leader – you're nothing but a pathetic sheep pretending to be a wolf." That as the trigger.
Ezra rushed to Juliet, his sharp fangs bared. In a single move, Juliet used the stake she had made behind her back. She knew Era well and knew the right buttons to press to cause blinders. As his anger forced him to focus solely on her face and the words she was spitting, he completely missed her backward movements toward a fallen branch. As the stake pierced his heart, Juliet held onto his body while she listened to his staggered breathing.
"You lose." Pushing him back, his desiccated body fall onto the ground with a thud, revealing Vincent at the edge of the clearing. "Enjoy the show?" she inquired, preparing herself for whatever spell he was going to cast.
"Juliet you have to understand, I don't want to do this," he began, putting his hands up as a form of a white flag. "The Ancestors were fed up with waiting for you and now they have a new king."
"All the more reason to kill you," she responded, her eyes changing.
"You kill me, they're just going to assign some other poor witch to do the spell; the next on the list is Davina – I'm sure you don't want her involved." Knowing he had a point, Juliet still embraced for an attack.
"I'm listening."
"Before we left I recorded a video and left it for Davina; by now they're probably tracking where we are or already on their way." Finally, Juliet's eyes returned to normal once she realized Vincent really wasn't on the Ancestor's side but was doing what he had to in order to survive. Letting out a sigh, the woman nodded while she offered her wrists to him.
"Do what you have to," she instructed, knowing they had to return to Lucien.
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