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. 2
As it had been quite a distance from where Lucien and Freya resided, Juliet and Vincent's trek back to the basin had taken longer than expected. Vincent had suggested for Juliet to hold onto him and use her enhanced speed but the woman made the point that it would show Vincent's loyalty to who was supposed to be the enemy. Their slow walk back, they stayed in silence; Juliet's mind replaying the events which had taken place. Ezra was gone. She had killed him mostly out of spite and anger, but nevertheless, she killed him. There was blood on her hands and quite a few bodies piled up because of her, but none of them mattered to her like Ezra did; his death bothered her. Even with his disloyalty in the picture, a ping of guilt vibrated through her heart as her mind began to take a trip down memory lane.
He was so fragile; such an innocent life before Juliet fed him her blood to become the same monster she was. Even after he awoke Ezra was one of the kindest souls Juliet had the pleasure of being around; the life of a vampire sullied his heart and turned it black. She felt responsible; Ezra surely was occupying his own version of hell instead of peacefully resting in Heaven like he would have if Juliet hadn't turned him.
She let out an exasperated sigh, tired of the life she was living. For a thousand years she was working for ancestral beings instead of leading a life she wanted to. For centuries Juliet was living for someone else, doing someone else's bidding instead of living for herself and doing what she wanted to instead. 'Dammit Klaus,' she mentally cursed as Vincent and she had finally approached the clearing where Lucien was still bleeding Freya's bitten wrists into the stone basin. It was evident in the witch's face how much blood she had provided for the spell already and Juliet's eyes widened in fear for the girl's life.
"Okay man, that's enough," Vincent cried out anxiously.
"Right you are," Lucien answered. "That should just about do it." As Lucien yanked her away from the basin, Freya swayed on her feet, dropping unceremoniously onto the ground in front of where the White Oak tree used to stand. Juliet, using her speed, rushed toward the girl and held her tightly, biting into her own wrist, feeding Freya her blood to help her regain strength. Vincent, who was standing with Juliet and Freya took hold of the witch's wrists – which were still zip-tied - to get a look at the wound. However, all three were startled by the booming voice of Lucien, demanding for Vincent to join him at the basin.
"There's a spell that needs doing, lest the Ancestors melt that precocious little brain of yours." Lucien pulled out a vial of reddish-orange liquid from his jacket pocket and poured it into the basin with Freya's blood as Vincent frowned in confusion.
"What is that?" he questioned, his brows furrowing.
"That's not exactly need to know," Lucien responded patronizingly. He began mixing the concoction together, and once he was done, Lucien reached into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out a small moleskin notebook. "This part is all you." Vincent, reluctantly, rose to his feet and reached for the notebook, his eyes immediately scanning over the spell written in it. After a moment, his eyes widened with shock.
"This is it," he mumbled, his eyes finding Juliet's gaze. "This is the spell that created the Originals." Both Juliet and Freya sighed in frustration, not liking where things were headed.
"Took an entire coven ages to reverse-engineer it; and then I had to get my hands on this." As he spoke, the man pulled out the sole remaining white oak in existence, dropping it into the basin with the rest of the concoction. Juliet, completely fed up with the situation, rose to her feet with a deathly glare toward Lucien. Shaking her head, she began taking steps toward him.
"You're not doing this; I won't let you." Even before Juliet could muster a plan of attack, Vincent – coerced by the Ancestors – lifted his hand and began mumbling a pain inflicting spell forcing Juliet down to her knees, crying in pain from the screeching noise ringing within her mind. Amused by her pain, Lucien chuckled.
"Seems the Ancestors beg to differ." Vincent tried to stop; with everything in him, he tried desperately to end the torture but the Ancestors' hold on him was too strong to fight. Finally, after what seemed like hours of continuous cries of pain, the Ancestors stopped using Vincent's body and allowed Juliet some relief. Lying on the cold ground, the woman shivered and gasped for air; her lungs feeling as if they had exploded inside her body. Freya watched in horror, helpless with her wrists still bound together. Vincent, unhappy with the way the Ancestors was using him, glared at Lucien as the vampire instructed him to begin the spell. He sighed defeated and began scanning through the notebook for the incantation before plunging is hands into the bowl of blood and other; beginning the spell.
With the threat of the Ancestors using Vincent as their puppet, Juliet stayed on the ground with Freya, her back leaning against a tree stump; her arms resting on her raised knees. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, and would like to never experience it again once she got her hands on Lucien's neck and ripping from his body. The feeling was defeat. She felt utterly and completely defeated and helpless for the first time in the thousand years she had been on the earth. Not to mention the obvious feeling of being used for so long. Though in a sense, she knew the Ancestors weren't trustworthy and in no way able to be persuaded but Juliet believed she would have been able to stop their plan in ending the Originals; they obviously had other plans.
"Don't be so hard on yourself darling," Lucien boldly taunted, kneeling to become eye level with her. Juliet didn't move but she could still see the smug look on his face as he kneeled a mere foot away from where she sat. "Your efforts didn't go unnoticed. In fact, they're quite impressive. And if you'd like a spot in the New World Order, you're more than welcome to join as my analyst. But be quick, you'll only get this offer once." Finally moving to return his gaze, Juliet put on a sarcastic smile before spitting in his face. "Message received loud and clear," Lucien mumbled, wiping the liquid from his face.
"All this effort to become a sad copy of an Original?" Freya rhetorically inquired, weakly. "You think you can wake up one day and become top of the food chain?" Already frustrated from Juliet's actions, Lucien sped over to Freya's side and roughly gripped onto her shoulders.
"It did not happen overnight, I assure you. The truth is, I used to think your siblings were Gods…until my love was stolen and our lives taken by their compulsion." As he spoke, Lucien truly looked upset as he recounted his disastrous history with the Mikaelsons. "Once free I realized they were not worthy of all that had been gifted them. I decided, then, that I would become in flesh what I have always been; their better. Lucien rose to his feet, the scowl on his face still present, as he stomped to where Vincent was still working on the spell. "I have engineered every second since into achieving this moment."
"You faked the prophecy?" Freya asked.
"No," Juliet answered immediately. "The prophecy is real. The Ancestors have been planning this since the very beginning; since Esther turned her entire family into monsters. Using dark magic like that creates ripples behind anyone's wildest imaginations and the Ancestors were not happy with Esther for using such magic to create beasts." Lucien stood where he was with a smile on his face as Freya looked horrified. "He's right, everything has been orchestrated up until this point because they orchestrated it; me, Ezra, Lucien … even Vincent." Freya's eyes filled with tears and she used the last bit of energy she had to resist allowing the tears to stream.
"Chin up little witch; my rise will be their downfall." Juliet sneered at Lucien, rolling her eyes to his words.
"Why don't you do something?" Freya whispered to Juliet. But before the woman could answer, Lucien had already begun speaking.
"Because the Ancestors no longer believe Juliet is worthy enough of having their given powers." And he was right. During her battle with Ezra, Juliet had tried multiple times to use her telekinetic powers to thrust a branch into his heart, but instead she was met with motionless bark. Even with Lucien in her face, taunting her failed attempts, Juliet had tried to muster up any last bit of magic to push him away and nothing; she was powerless.
She was no longer a Heretic.
"You're just as pathetic as you've always been," Lucien spoke as a victorious smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Finally, tired of conversing with beings lesser than him, Lucien accompanied Vincent at the basin, watching the Regent witch intently as he recited the incantation; waving his hands over the basin. Freya and Juliet watched anxiously as Vincent rapidly recited the incantation, holding the White Oak trinket between two fingers. He dropped it; and as it reached the liquid, the contents of the basin burst into flames – flames so tall and powerful that Vincent was forced to arch back away from what turned into a small tornado made of fire. All eyes were open wide at the phenomenon before them; showing that the spell had been successful.
Finally, the flame vanished and Lucien smiled in satisfaction, turning into a maniacal bout of laughter as he approached the basin; Vincent thrown backward onto the ground of the gravity of the spell. At the bottom of the basin, Lucien pulled at the spigot, filling an empty vial he held within the inner pockets of his jacket. With a triumphant smile, Lucien turned to the woman, holding up the vial; Freya and Juliet stared in horror and devastation.
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