Three years later

"Listen baby, ain't no mountain high,

Ain't no valley low, ain't no river wide enough baby

If you need me call me no matter where you are,

No matter how far; don't worry baby

Just call my name; I'll be there in a hurry

You don't have to worry,

Oh baby there ain't no mountain high enough,

Ain't no valley low enough,

Ain't no river wide enough

To keep me from getting to you babe

Remember the day I set you free

I told you you could always count on me darling

From that day on, I made a vow,

I'll be there when you want me,

Some way, some how

Oh baby there ain't no mountain high enough,

Ain't no valley low enough,

Ain't no river wide enough

To keep me from getting to you babe

Oh no darling

No wind, no rain

Or winters cold can stop me baby, na na baby

'Cause you are my goal

If you're ever in trouble;

I'll be there on the double

Just send for me, oh baby, ha

My love is alive

Way down in my heart

Although we are miles apart

If you ever need a helping hand,

I'll be there on the double

Just as fast as I can

Don't you know that there

Ain't no mountain high enough,

Ain't no valley low enough,

Ain't no river wide enough

To keep me from getting to you babe

Don'tcha know that there

Ain't no mountain high enough,

Ain't no valley low enough,

Ain't no river wide enough

Ain't mountain high enough

Ain't no valley low enough"

The song ended and I smiled at Marcel, who had lowered his microphone and was grinning at me. He strode over to me and embraced me in a kiss, and the crowd cheered. I smiled against his lips before pulling away and beaming at my gorgeous boyfriend. I had meant every word of the song, and I was sure he had too.

"We make a great team." Marcel told me as we stepped down from the stage, and I chuckled. We walked down to the bar, where our friends were cheering at us. I instantly grabbed the glass of Bourbon from the counter.

"Of course we do." My heart was still racing from the performance, and I swallowed the drink in a swig.

"Already drinking, Julie? It's only 12 am." Thierry laughed and I punched him in the shoulder.

"Comes from the guy with a glass of whiskey in his hand." I raised my brows at him in a challenge, and he winked.

"Yes, but I'm quite a bit older than you, baby vampire." Marcel scolded Thierry after that last part, since the bar was filled with people.

"Sorry, boss." Thierry held up his hands in surrender, and I smiled as Marcel's arm went around my waist and I leaned into his warm body.

I knew something was wrong even before he tensed up next to me. I followed Marcel's eyes and my heart stopped when I saw who he was looking at. Shit shit shit shit. It was the handsome guy from the dream I had had three years earlier. The one who had slaughtered the vampires at the Abattoir. I felt my blood run cold as Marcel pulled free from me and started walking toward the man slowly.

"Klaus." Marcel said, and I gulped. I hadn't told him about the vision. I was starting to regret that decision now.

"Marcel." Klaus's voice was cold and threatening, but my feet were frozen to the ground. There was something about that man… Besides the fact that he had a weird smell to him, that is. He didn't smell like a normal vampire, yet it was definitely there. At the same time, he smelled oddly like a werewolf. Huh, maybe I was just too young a vampire to make out people's scents.

"Must have been 100 years since that nasty business with your papa." Marcel said, not an ounce of warmth in his voice. I knew that voice. It was the voice he only used with his enemies.

"Has it been that long?" Klaus raised his brows and threw his arms up as a demonstration. Despite my usual daring, I felt my heart tighten with fear. I did NOT like the way this man was talking to my Marcel.

"The way I recall it, he ran you out of town and left a trail of dead vampires on his way."

"Yet you managed to survive." The phrase could've been a joke, but nothing in Klaus's voice radiated humor. He was dead serious. "My father, I'm afraid, I recently incinerated to dust." Klaus stepped forward towards Marcel, and that was the last drop. Not only did I instinctively step up next to my boyfriend, but the other vampires in the bar stood up and backed us up.

"And who might this beautiful one be?" Klaus's attention moved over to me and he flashed me a grin. Marcel protectively put his arm around me, and I fought the urge to brush it off. I could handle myself.

"This is Juliette." Marcel said, and I rolled my eyes slightly. This was starting to feel like some territorial crap. I mean, I had the capability to introduce myself. Klaus didn't release my gaze as he stepped toward me and took my hand. I wanted nothing more than to pull it away from his grasp, and I felt Marcel's anger radiate. But he didn't do anything, and neither did I.

"It's an honor to meet you, love." Klaus's heavy british accent echoed in my ears as he brought my hand to his mouth. He pressed a soft kiss to the surface of my hand and an electric shock went through me.

I saw myself standing with Klaus at the Abattoir, and we seemed to be… Dancing. He was smiling at me with love in his eyes, nothing like the ruthless coldness that I had just seen. But the worst part was that I was smiling at him too.

In the present time, I pulled my hand from Klaus's grasp and took a step back. I watched his expression go from controlled emotionless to a look of pure surprise. He had felt it too. But the crack in his mask quickly straightened itself, and the cold, calculating gaze returned.

"If I'd have known that you would come…" Marcel muttered, breaking the awkward silence. Klaus's eyes turned into a glare as he strode up to my boyfriend. I stepped between them and glared at the light-haired man. I crossed my arms and stood my ground, staring him down. Finally, the man backed away.

"What, Marcel? What would you have done?" Even though Klaus was speaking to Marcel, his eyes were set on me. It made my stomach turn nervously, but I didn't budge. However, Marcel did. He stepped out from behind me and squeezed my hand before walking up to Klaus.

"I'd have thrown you a damn parade." I couldn't see Marcel's face, but his voice had changed drastically. It wasn't cold anymore, but filled with laughter and warmth. Surprisingly, Klaus beamed and threw himself at Marcel, who engulfed him in a big hug as they both laughed. What the hell?

"Did I miss something?" I asked Thierry quietly, but he looked just as lost as me.

"I have no idea what's going on." He replied with a shake of his head. I frowned at the two hugging men before me incredulously. They were friends?

"Niklaus Mikaelson!" Marcel exclaimed joyfully, and I raised my brows even higher. By then, my forehead was practically cramping from all the frowning. I did not like this. Not a single bit. My actual, present boyfriend was embracing my possible future boyfriend (wtf, brain?!) and I was completely clueless. "My mentor, my savior, my sire. Let's get you a drink."

"Ooohhhh." I let out a sigh as the puzzle piece fell into place. Klaus was Marcel's maker.


"What do you mean I can't come with you?!" I threw my hands into the air angrily while glaring at Marcel. Klaus had gone into a private room at the bar, waiting for him. Marcel put his hand on my arm to soothe me, but it had the opposite effect.

"This is between me and Klaus."

"Between you and Klaus? What about me, then?" I brushed away his hand. "So, your long lost maker comes to visit, basically threatening you, and I'm to trust that he won't hurt you? I have a right to know, Marcel." My boyfriend stared back at me with an apology in his eyes. I felt my heightened emotions clench my heart and tried my best to swallow my anger.

"You don't want to get meddled in this business." I could see his patience wearing thin, but I didn't care. He was being an asshole.

"Shouldn't I have the right to decide that?" I raised my brows at him.

"Just trust me." Marcel told me, not releasing my gaze. My glare deepened.

"Like hell I will." With that said, he sighed and walked into the room, leaving Diego and Thierry with me.

"Can you believe him?" I asked Thierry with a roll of my eyes. "Do you really trust him in there alone?" I asked the two of them, but they looked oddly guilty.

"Sorry, Julie." Thierry shrugged apologetically before brushing past me and following Marcel into the room.

"Wait what–" I started, but they were already gone. "What the hell?!" I exclaimed after them as the door shut.

"Stupid men." I muttered under my breath as I stomped down the stairs to the bar. I suddenly had a very big urge of killing someone. Luckily, I wasn't that kind of vampire. I had at least an ounce of compassion, and therefore didn't kill my victims.


"Well, a good and helpful friend would probably tell you to forgive Marcel. But I'm not that kind of friend, so I'm going to be honest." Roxy cocked her head to the side, her for the moment pink hair hanging into her eyes. "What he did was a dickmove."

"Thank you." I swallowed the last bite of my burrito and sighed at the heavenly taste. We were walking down Bourbon street, and it had already gone dark outside. Of course, since Roxy was out.

"But that's typical behavior for many men. Especially vampires." She explained, licking on her Ice-cream. Ice-cream at eight pm, you might think? Of course. There's always a right time for ice-cream. I raised my brows at my friend, silently telling her to go on.

"You know, that territorial crap. He probably needed to show Klaus that you're his, to begin with. Then, he was probably protecting you by not letting you near that psycho." She said, matter-of-factly.

"Okay firstly, I don't belong to anyone. Secondly, he let Thierry and Diego go with him! As if I'm not as capable as them to defend myself." I crossed my arms with a pout.

"Yes, but Marcel's not in love with Diego and Thierry, is he?" Roxy gave me a meaning look and wiggled her eyebrows. I let out a laugh before replying.

"Jeez, I certainly hope not. That would make a twisted love… quad." I winked at Roxy and she broke out into a laugh. After laughing together for a bit, she spoke again.

"You working tonight?" She asked me genuinely, no sarcasm this time. I sighed.

"No, Cami gave me the night off. Don't know why really, but I think I'm just going to sulk in my room until Marcel gets home and I can yell at him some more." I replied tiredly, and Roxy stepped up in front of me.

"I know Marcel can be overprotective, but I feel it's my responsibility to make you understand that he really does love you." She held my gaze seriously, and I felt my heart starting to give in. "And I know you love him too."

"Of course I do. But when is he going to realize that I'm not a helpless little girl?" I complained, stomping my foot against the ground. Okay, I was actually acting like a little girl.

"Probably never. But admit it; If you were older and stronger than him, you would have done the same."

"No, I wouldn't." I answered matter-of-factly, but I think that both Roxy and I realized that I was lying.

"Wanna go for a hunt?" My friend cocked her eyebrows at me, and I flashed her a grin. I hadn't fed in two days, and I was starving.


I was staring at the ceiling above when Marcel entered our room. With him came the sound of people laughing and loud thumping music. He walked over to the bed as I avoided his gaze, looking out the window at the street instead. A whole other pleasant sound came from outside. I had forgotten that there was a parade that night. Maybe I should've gone to that instead of being grumpy. But hey, I felt like being grumpy.

"Don't you wanna come down?" His soft voice made me turn and look at him. The earlier coldness and discarding look in his eyes was erased. He looked like my Marcel.

"A party? Really?" I chuckled sarcastically, motioning to the door with a nod of my head. Marcel sat down on the bed next to me, smiling at me warmly.

"We have to celebrate Klaus's return." He replied, and I looked away. Sure, Roxy had persuaded me to be lenient with my boyfriend's reasons for hiding things from me, but I was still pissed. I didn't take well to being neglected.

"You're still angry." Marcel stated, grabbing my hand. I still wouldn't look at him.

"Can you blame me? This strange guy comes back to town after what, a 100 years, for some unknown reason? He seems like a complete psychopath, nearly threatens you, and then you brush me off as if I'm nothing while you let Thierry and Diego hear what Klaus has to say." I turn my glare to him, and watch his eyes switch to resignation.

"You want an explanation?"

"Yes, I'd appreciate that."

"You're right. Niklaus Mikaelson is a psychopath. He can't be trusted." Marcel started. "But he's also highly intelligent, calculating and power-hungry. Which is exactly why he can never know what you are." Recognition dawned on me as my boyfriend looked at me intently.

"You're afraid he'll find out about my powers and use me."

"Or worse." I stopped in mid-action and frowned at Marcel before answering.

"I know you did it to protect me, but it's my decision."

"No, it isn't."

"It is."

"No, it really isn't."

"It is."

"Listen, we can go on like this all night, but I think we both have better things to do." Marcel resigned and I sighed frustratingly.

"Yeah, we do." I retorted sarcastically and got up from the bed. I strode towards the door, but Marcel vamp-sped and grabbed my arm.

"Juliette, wait. I hate fighting with you." He stated, turning me around so that I faced him. I wanted to kiss him so bad, but at the same time, my blood was burning with rage. But then his arms circled around me, and I melted into his embrace. His very presence calmed me, and I sighed. There was a smell to him that bothered me. It stuck in my nose and awoke a beast in me. He smelled like blood, but it wasn't human blood. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. It wasn't werewolf blood either; they smelled like wet dogs.

"You killed a witch tonight." I stated, pulling away from Marcel. His expression closed into a mask, and I took a step back. The anger started fuming in me again.

"Jane-Anne Deveraux was doing magic." Marcel explained, as if it was nothing. My heart dropped. She had worked at the bar, with Cami and her younger sister, Sophie. I had known her, and she wouldn't hurt a soul.

"You mean you had to kill her to prove your powers? To threaten Klaus?" I exclaimed furiously, throwing up my arms in the air.

"She broke the rules."

"You know what? I'm sick of this powerplay of yours. This is not you. You don't kill for fun." I growled, shaking my head slowly. I saw my boyfriend recoil as if I had struck him, but my heart was stone.

"Come and get me when you've matured. I'll be at Davina's." I gave him a sarcastic smile before vamp-speeding out of the window, straight toward the church.