Third person point of view

"You were right. She is in league with Klaus." Rachel Vaughan slumped down next to her friend on the big leather couch. Sofia clenched her jaw and looked away. She had suddenly gotten an urge to rip her heart out; it had once again involuntarily jumped at his name. Niklaus Mikaelson. She hadn't seen him in at least 600 years, yet the thought of him and his blue gaze made a shiver run down her spine.

"What are we even doing here?" Sofia finally said, changing the subject. She didn't feel like talking about Klaus; It was still a sensitive matter between her and her friend. She straightened her back and reached for the glass of water on the glass table. Rachel rolled her eyes at her, taking a sip of her own glass. Only it wasn't filled with water, but a rich golden liquid. "Do we even know what she is?"

Rachel sighed and stood up, taking three long steps to the drink-table. Her short leather skirt was slipping up her thighs, so the pink haired vampire dragged it down again with an annoyed glare. Sofia turned her eyes to the large room, her eyes adjusting to the sunlight. She had only had her daylight ring for about a hundred years, but she still didn't like the intrusive light.

The apartment they had compelled themselves was actually quite nice, Sofia had to admit, but it was only because Rachel had refused to give up until they found the perfect apartment. They had had to compel some poor millionaire to take a sudden vacation to Ibiza to inhabit his home, but as always, Sofia didn't feel at home. There was only one place where she felt at home, and that was in Brighton.

"So you mean to tell me that you can save my life by making me into some sort of beast?" Sofia echoed, looking at the mysterious man beside her. It had taking some arguing from his part to get her to accompany him on a walk, and she had nearly run away when he had told her about vampires.

"A vampire." Klaus explained, glancing at her. Sofia felt his burning gaze as a kiss of heat against her skin, but she willed herself not to look at him. She had noticed the second he had addressed her that he was a beautiful man, but she would not be fooled. The tales said that the Devil had been beautiful too.

"So, technically, a beast." She said stubbornly, feeling Klaus's arm vibrate against hers as he chuckled.

"Alright." He finally said, his thick british accent rolling of his tongue beautifully. People were glancing at them as they passed them on the street; Sofia, a dirty peasant girl, and Klaus, a well-dressed nobleman. Yet Klaus treated her as if she were as noble as him.

"What do you want in return?" Sofia asked him, and then stopped to let out a long cough. She had gotten used to the feeling of burning acid in her lungs by then, and the way people glared and recoiled from her when they saw the blood in her hands afterwards. She knew that she didn't have long until she was going to die, but still she fought on. She would not live the rest of her days as a cripple.

"All I want in return is your service. You see, I need protection from someone who is hunting me." He explained, and Sofia took a deep breath, weighing her option. She could become a blood-sucking beast who fed off of humans and be in debt to a seemingly very powerful man, or she could live a week or so longer.

"I will have to think about it." She finally said, stopping on the sidewalk. Klaus stopped as well, lowering his gaze to meet hers. With one swift and tender motion, he grabbed her hand and placed a soft kiss to it. His perfectly shaped pout turned into a seductive smile, and this time Sofia couldn't hide her blush.

"I hope you will consider my suggestion. I would very much like to get to know you better, miss." He spoke softly, not leaving her gaze with his enticing blue eyes. Sofia gulped.

Damn it. She had thought about him again. Then she reminded herself to think about what he did to her, and that took her back to reality.

"No, we don't know what she is yet. All we know is that she is useful to us." Rachel said from the bar counter, taking a sip from her now full glass.

"At least she's good leverage."

"Do you think she will accept our deal?" Rachel asked, her voice filled with uncertainty.

"We won't know until we try."


Juliette's point of view

I was changing into my nightgown when Marcel barged into our bedroom, that same night. It was late, very late. I had after all had the time to go to Mystic Falls and back, and then managed to get a shower to hide all the traces of mud.

"How did it go?" I asked him, turning to meet his face. He stopped in his pacing and rubbed his chin with his hand.

"I couldn't move her. As we were about to leave the church, it started shaking and she passed out. Told me something was wrong out there." Marcel sighed, and I took a few steps toward him slowly. I could sense his anger and worry radiate off of him. "I thought it was safe to move her here, but apparently I was wrong."

"Marcel." I spoke softly, putting my hand against his cheek. "As much as I would like for Davina to stay with us, I want her to be safe. It's not your fault that the witches are after her." Marcel responded by putting his hand on my hand, and then removing it softly.

"I know, but… Sometimes I wish this burden wouldn't be on me." He shook his head, and my heart hurt for him. "Anyway, I'm going to take a shower to cool off a bit."

"I–" I started, but Marcel was already leaving the room. I turned around and looked at the untouched bed, feeling the cold breeze brush my skin. I shuddered and crept into the bed, only to realize that I couldn't hear the shower tap. Strange. The bathroom was just beside the bedroom, and it always bothered my sensitive hearing when Marcel took a shower late at night. With a frown, I turned on my vampire hearing.

"Oh if you were so strong, you wouldn't have run away from New Orleans like a little bitch all those years ago." Oh Crap, I thought, before speeding into the court.

I jumped at Klaus right after he had punched Marcel, knocking him to the ground. As I straddled the hybrid's chest, I became acutely aware of his eyes travelling down to the cleavage of my revealing nightgown. I rolled my eyes and grabbed him by the collar, sneering at him.

"1. Don't you ever touch him again." I growled through my teeth. "2. My eyes are up here, you dick." Klaus finally looked me into the eyes and sent me flying away with a single push. I crashed into the brick wall, too shocked by the sudden movement to stand up directly.

"You've been playing king with a bunch of children for too long. Don't mistake me for one of your nightwalker lackeys, Marcel." Klaus snarled, his attention back to Marcel. I stood up and brushed the dirt off my short nightdress, before turning to him with a glare. "I can take Davina anytime I like."

"Oh no you won't." I roared, stomping up to the insufferable man. Klaus's eyes narrowed as he clenched his jaw at me.

"What are you going to do then? Vision me away?" He taunted, his lips erupting into a wide mocking grin. I recoiled in pure instinct, realizing what the hell I had gotten myself into. He could kill me right this second of he wanted to. Or he could kidnap me and use my powers. Holy shit.

"I don't know–" I started, but Klaus let out a very sarcastic chuckle. Meanwhile, I felt Marcel slowly join my side, his presence a comforting shield.

"Yes, I do know about the visions, love. It took me a while to put two and two together, of course, but perhaps the reason I couldn't find any answers if because there aren't any answers." Klaus exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air with a maniacal laugh. I was starting to see the whole evil-thing now. "You don't know what you are either."

"I may not know what I am, but I know who I am." I growled. And voilà, there's the courage again, coming up from nowhere. You'd never think I would be putting my life at risk these many times under the course of an hour, but surprise, surprise. "I am Juliette Walters, and you will never use me as your weapon." Klaus smirked at me wickedly, and sped over to me. However, he was stopped in mid-action.

"Do forgive me, brother." Elijah Mikaelson released his brother before readjusting his sleeves again. I breathed out in relief. "I believe I cannot let you touch her."


"That was incredibly stupid." Marcel said as we entered our bedroom again. I rolled my eyes before turning around and facing him.

"What, so when you defend me you're my hero, but when I defend you I'm stupid?" I raised my brows at him as he pulled his shirt over his head. Some guy was shouting drunkenly outside our window, so I walked over and shut the glass doors to the balcony.

"You know what I meant." Marcel replied with a smile, and I breathed out. "You tried to go against an Original, Julie."

"You seem to have forgotten who was provoking said Original in the first place, Mister." I argued as Marcel walked closer to me.

"Alright, alright. We were both stupid." He said and placed a soft kiss on my mouth. The familiar feeling of my vision getting blurry washed over me and my heart started beating frantically. Oh God no. If the vision hit me when I was kissing Marcel, it could only mean one thing. It was about him.

Marcel was standing on a bridge, a small bottle in his hand, filled with a red liquid. Opposite of him stood Klaus, and behind him, Elijah. And then, me. Oh God, how strange to see myself in third person.

"Marcel, come on. This is not you." The other Juliette (let's just call her future Juliette) said, but I knew that it was the wrong thing to say. That Juliette didn't seem to know Marcel at all. He hated when people told him that.

"You don't know a thing about me, Juliette. The only person who really knew me is gone. Because of him." Marcel motioned to Klaus, and my blood ran cold. What had happened? Who was gone? "You loved her too. Yet now you're standing there, defending him."

"Don't make me the bad guy in this, Marcel. We both know who the real bad guy was, and you're following his path." Future Juliette shot out, angry at the accusation. She looked furious, and I was actually quite proud of my future self. Even though she was standing with Klaus and not with Marcel.

"Maybe he was right. Maybe Klaus needs someone to take down his ego." Marcel shot back at her, and Future Juliette let out a low growl.

"Give it to me now. I won't ask you again, Marcellus." Elijah said, looking tired from all of the fighting. I was curious to know what was so special about the vial in Marcel's hands. All I could figure out was that it was extremely powerful, and Marcel was holding it. A strange Marcel that I didn't recognize. His smiling eyes were deprived of all warmth.

"My name is Marcel, and I'm not giving you a damn thing." He said, his voice thick with rage.

"I can't allow you the means to destroy my family." Klaus replied, and the puzzle pieces started falling together. If Marcel did something with that vial, Klaus's family would be in danger. So they were trying to stop Marcel to save themselves. Again. Those excruciatingly annoying Originals. Why was I standing with them if Marcel had the power?

"YOUR family. Right, thank you."

"Klaus, Marcel will betray us. I saw it with my own eyes." Elijah argued, seeing Klaus's determination waver. Future Juliette was standing motionless between Klaus and Marcel, staring at the latter intently.

"I will betray you? I asked, begged, for your help, and you left Davina to rot." If I would've been alive, I would have gasped. Oh no. Oh God no. Please don't let Davina be the one that Marcel had lost.

"They didn't do that Marcel! We will find a way to get her back." Future Juliette exclaimed desperately, and I could see it in her eyes now. The emptiness. The loss. The grief.

"It's too late now." Marcel screamed.

"This is the ancestors' fault!" Juliette argued, and Marcel let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Yeah. With Klaus it's always somebody else's fault." He growled through his teeth. "After all, that is the Mikaelson way, right? Kill, maim, torture. All in the name of family. Always and forever. I used to admire that vow. It gave me back the thing that had been beaten out of me. Faith in those you love." He was close to crying now, and my heart felt heavy in my chest.

"I was a fool. Always and forever is just an excuse. To do whatever the hell you want. Maybe it's time for someone to put an end to that." Marcel added with a sneer. Future Juliette exchanged a panicked look with Elijah, who addressed Marcel.

"You are trading very close to a dangerous decision." He warned. "I'm asking you to choose wisely."

"Fair enough." Marcel stated, and took a sip of the serum. Instantly, Klaus tried to stop him, but Marcel sent him flying. "YOU CAN'T STOP ME, KLAUS!"

"I only meant to keep you from crossing a line you would most certainly regret!" Klaus defended himself angrily.

"No, you meant to keep your precious upper hand! Don't you get it? Whatever I have to do, Klaus, I will find a way to hurt you!" Marcel replied, and Future Juliette instinctively took a step closer to Klaus, as if to protect him. Oh God, I was ashamed of my future self.

"You will never be safe, as long as I'm alive. You can call me family all you want, but I am done being your friend." Marcel pushed past Future Juliette and grabbed Klaus by his collar. "From this day forward, I'm nothing less than your worst–" A cracking sound was heard, and I saw Elijah standing behind Marcel. Shock filled my whole body as Elijah ripped Marcel's heart out, and Future Juliette screamed out in despair. Marcel's body fell into the river, and Future Juliette fell to the ground.

"What– What did you do, Elijah?" She managed to get out between sobs. My vision blurred.

"Baby? Are you alright?" Marcel asked me in present time, and I couldn't help the tears forming in my eyes at seeing him. I was back in his arms in our bedroom, and he was alive and well.

"I'm fine, I'm just in shock from the thing with Klaus." I replied, wiping my tears away. Marcel leaned down to press a kiss to my forehead, and I could almost hear my heart tearing apart.

"It's alright. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." Marcel whispered against my hair, and I hugged him as tight as I could, never wanting him to let go. Because now I knew that if he did, he would die.


"Thierry?" I shouted out when I entered the dark prison that was The Garden. There were hundreds of vampires locked up in there, how was I supposed to find Thierry? When there was no answer, I realized with a groan that I would have to actually search every desiccating vampire to find my friend.

"There you are. You couldn't have said something?" I was in luck, Thierry had been right in front of me. He was bricked into the wall, but his face was visible. He managed to glare at me, at least. With a last longing look at my pretty nails, I started tearing apart the brick wall. When I was done, my nails were completely massacred. Thierry nearly fell out on top of me, but I managed to hold him up.

"Want some blood?" I gave him a bloodbag from my leather bag, and he ripped it open within a second. I mourned my manicure as he swallowed it.

"What are you doing here, Juliette?" I looked up at him to meet his frown.

"I was eating breakfast this morning and I felt lonely. I then realized that I kind of missed that annoying ass of yours so I thought; Hey, why not go on a rescue mission today? And then that brought me here." I explained. "How has your day been?" I flashed him a grin, and he replied with a glare.

"Has Marcel pardoned me?" He asked me, looking rather innocent. I shook my head.

"Nope."

"Does Marcel know that you're here?" Thierry inquired, holding my gaze. I shook my head once more, and he let out a frustrated sigh.

"Damn it, Juliette! You always do these crazy things! How do you think Marcel's going to react when he finds me up and running?" He exclaimed, and I rolled my eyes at him.

"Well, I've got proof that you're innocent." I said, and Thierry froze. He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Then why haven't you come earlier?" He asked me, irritation seeping into his voice.

"I'm sorry, Mister, but I've had other things on my mind." I replied. "I was kidnapped, and then it was my birthday, and then I was attacked by Klaus…"

"Are you seriously telling me that I've been locked up here for days because you haven't had the time to tell Marcel I'm innocent?!" Thierry's voice escalated from a mere mutter to shouting through that sentence, and anger seeped into my blood.

"Don't be such a drama queen. It's not as if you were dying. You should be thankful, really. I could've left your annoying ass in here." I argued with a shrug. Thierry was now sneering, breathing harshly through his clenched teeth. "Anyway, wanna get lunch? I have your ring too."

"God, I hate you, Juliette Walters." Thierry replied, but followed me out of the prison.

"If you wanna insult me, you've got to do better than that, honey." I said as we walked out into the sunlight. "Pizza?"


Third person POV

"So, what's the plan?" Rachel asked Sofia, who was happily eating a cone of vanilla ice-cream at the little café.

"We call her and tell her that we have something for her." Sofia said, stopping her eating momentarily. Rachel gave her an annoyed look before taking a sip of her lemonade.

"That would mean that we have something to give her, pillock." She muttered, before looking at the pizza place across the street. "Which we don't."

"Then why don't we just kidnap her?" Sofia asked her, and Rachel's eyes fastened on the blonde on the opposite side of the street. She was eating with a man wearing a beret, and the old vampire raised her brows. She was under the impression that the girl was Marcel Gerard's sweetheart. Perhaps she was playing him. Then again, she seemed to have Klaus under her spell too. Rachel shuddered involuntarily as she thought of his name; A fragment of a memory flashed by her eyes.

"Well, that went well the last time." Rachel looked back at her friend, who had finished her ice-cream.

"What about we don't let two idiots guard her this time? Who's idea was it to use werewolves, by the way?" Sofia raised her brows at Rachel in triumph, and the latter stuck her tongue out.

"The bite should have killed her, mind you."

"Yes, but Klaus seems set on keeping her alive." Sofia argued, and Rachel's heart once again skipped a beat. That man… He had affected her in so many ways that she would rather forget. Yet he was in every single one of her breaths, day and night. Haunting her, teasing her.

"He will be a problem." Rachel acknowledged, watching Juliette and her friend laugh together across the street.

"Maybe we should wait until he falls in love with her, and then we kill her in front of him instead." Sofia suggested with a smile, and Rachel let out a chuckle.

"You're evil."

"I know."

"Sadly, that will not make us stop being hunted. We have no choice but to give Juliette Walters over." Rachel finished her lemonade and kept her eyes on the blonde, making sure that she wasn't running away. "If we're lucky she might have time to read our future before she arrives."

"True." Sofia shrugged, looking at Juliette across the street. "Shall we get it over with, then? Klaus is nowhere in sight."

"Why not?" Rachel flashed her friend a wicked grin before they attacked the blonde.