Kill Klaus. No biggie. I knew about the influence I had over him. Maybe I wouldn't even have to flirt with him to get the information I wanted. With Davina's help, I could maybe, somehow, use my powers to find out his vulnerability.

Klaus deserved pain for the things he'd done. Not just killing Roxy; The guy was a monster. Who knew how many other innocent people he'd killed before getting to New Orleans? I had no reason whatsoever to want to save him. Especially not when my own life was hanging on the line.

Yet the thought of going through with it made my blood run cold. Not just because I was scared out of my mind of him finding out, but because I remembered the boy. I don't know when I became such a softie, but his blue eyes hadn't left my mind ever since I first saw them.

I opened my eyes to the rays of the sun, shining in through the slip beneath the door to the balcony, dust particles from the worn-out rug dancing in the air. Slowly sitting up, I rubbed my fingers to my temples, trying to ease the headache.

Davina was sleeping in the king-sized bed across the room, looking more peaceful than she had in months.

Sighing, I tore my gaze away from Davina and stood up, moving to the balcony. Just as I opened the shutters, my phone vibrated in the pocket of my well-used leather jacket.

"Yes?" I spoke into the device as I gazed down at the street below, the sound of trumpets and saxophones already filling the air. A group of teenagers were laughing together just below the sign that read "Rousseau's". Yes, if Marcel wanted to find us, he probably would quite easily. But it was the only hotel I'd thought of the night before, and it had been almost five in the morning when we checked in.

"I know she's with you." Speak of the devil… Marcel's voice was rough and angry at the other end of the line, but it didn't bother me. I had a reason for doing this too.

"No she's not."

"Yes she is."

"How do you know that?"

"I know you. And I know Davina. You're the first person she'd go looking for, Julie." Marcel sighed, the anger simmering down to restlessness. I rolled my eyes and stepped away from the sunlight of the balcony, watching Davina slowly starting to fuss in the large bed.

"So? What if she is? What are you gonna do, give her back to Klaus?" I breathed, trying to speak as quietly as possible without alarming Marcel. Davina's eyes shot open, and a frown appeared between her eyes as I motioned to the phone. "She's not a weapon, Marcel."

My witch friend was up now, combing her hair through with her fingers and pulling on . The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds, long enough for me to start wondering if Marcel had just hung up on me.

But then a voice came back.

"Hello, love." Klaus mused, his smirk shining through his words. I let out a loud sigh intentionally, to let him know how immensely annoyed his voice made me. "Your dear Marcel and I seem to have encountered a problem. You see, a witch friend of ours is missing."

"Friend?" I chuckled sarcastically, sharing a look with Davina. Marcel and Klaus could very well be looking for us right in that moment, so we needed a plan.

"Well, let's just say that she is very valuable to me." Klaus replied, an underlying threat in his husky voice. "In other words, I'd very much like to get her back."

"Okay." I shrugged.

"Very well–"

"Oh no, don't get me wrong. You're not getting her back. I won't let you use her as a weapon to protect your sorry little ass against the witches." I stopped to smile at my wittiness before continuing. "Tell Marcel to call me when he's sorted out his priorities."

I hung up before Klaus could answer, expecting Davina to ask what he'd said. However, she was standing in front of me with an empty look in her eyes.

"Magic." She breathed, her voice a whisper among the various sounds of cheering and singing from down the street. "Someone's doing magic. The witches. They're trying to find me."

"Then we have to leave."


My phone rang for the second time barely ten minutes later, while I was packing my handbag. Davina was in the bathroom, gathering her toiletries.

"Marcel…" I started, the phone at my ear within a second. The sound of him breathing on the other end of the line nearly made my heart break.

"Don't leave." He spoke, voice heavy with emotion. I swallowed the lump in my throat and checked so that Davina wasn't listening. I didn't want her to feel guilty for my choice.

"I have to, Marcel. You know as well as I what Klaus will do when he gets his hands on her. He won't hesitate to throw her into the hands of the enemy to save himself." I sighed and bit my lip. "Come with us. She's mad at you, but just give her time. You're like her father, she'll forgive you."

"Julie…"

"Please. We can start a new life, the three of us. Davina can go to school, you and I can get married and live the perfect suburban life somewhere far away from here. Far away from Klaus."

His silence told me all I needed to know. He was choosing his empire over me. Over Davina.

"I can't just leave. I can't abandon this. New Orleans is my home. It's what I've devoted my life to." His voice was regretful, but my heart was already closing up. "Listen, I can deal with Klaus. He'll get bored of this. Meanwhile, we'll see to that Davina comes to no harm."

My eyes snapped up as Davina exited the bathroom, rushing to the bed to keep packing her bag. The car keys seemed heavy as led in my right hand, begging me to drop them on the floor and forget them there.

"Come home, Juliette."

I dropped the keys.

They made a ringing noise as they fell against the wooden floor.

"No." I mumbled, and picked up the keys again.

Then, I hung up. Biting my lip, I shoved back the tears that were fighting to get out, commanding my heart to keep itself together. For Davina, I had to be strong. Marcel had chosen New Orleans over us, so I'd choose her over him.

"Are you okay?" The brunette called from across the room. I smiled at her and put the phone back in my pocket.

"Yeah."


"I wish I could've said goodbye to Josh." Davina spoke softly as we made our way down the streets of New Orleans, heading to the parking lot where Marcel's numerous cars were parked. I had the keys to several of them, we only had to hope that he wouldn't be one step ahead of us.

"I know. There are a lot of people I would have liked to say goodbye to too." I answered, gazing at the setting sun. A pang of guilt hit my chest as I remembered the promise I'd made to Josh; he still hadn't gotten his sunlight ring, and we had no time to wait for him.

"Are you sure you're just gonna leave Marcel like this?" Davina asked, brushing her hair behind her ears. We'd both dressed up in wedding gowns from the nearest dress-shop of the parade of the Casket Girls that was taking place that night. The perfect opportunity to hide. The dresses were borrowed, of course. Although I had to say that the flattering white lace that was mine fitted me so well that I might just keep it for my own wedding.

I remembered with a pang of pain that it might not happen.

"I gave him the choice to come with us." I told her as we pushed through the mass of people. Davina's large hat masked her face, but her brows were furrowed into a worried frown nevertheless. "He chose not to."

"Julie." Davina froze next to me, and I followed her gaze through the dancing crowd, to a familiar face. Klaus. His handsome face was searching the faces as well, but he had not seen us. Grabbing Davina's hand, I prepared myself to speed us to the nearest safe place I could think us. But just as I was about to move, I saw the head next to Klaus's. Marcel. A part of me wanted to let go of Davina and run to his side. The other part of me wanted to rip off his head for promising me a life that he didn't intend to live.

So I had to compromise, and left the scene with Davina.

St Anne's Church was empty as we entered, every step ringing against the stone floor. Davina took of her large hat while I made sure that the doors were locked.

My phone rang for the third time that day. Marcel's name shone on the display. My heart dropped to the bottom of my chest.

Either he was calling to say that he'd change his mind, or he was calling for Klaus.

I picked up the phone, my heart getting the best of me.

"Juliette!" The familiar british voice echoed against my ear, and my whole body seemed to freeze into a statue. "As I understand, you're planning to leave with the little witch. But are you really going to leave Davina's poor soulmate Timothy alone with me?"

Oh no. Tim. Davina had told me all about him; the boy she'd met when she was 10, and they'd been inseparable until the Harvest accident.

"I assure you I only want to talk to her, love. Tim and I will be at the compound." I could hear the smile forming on Klaus's lips. "I dearly hope to see your lovely face tonight, Juliette."

There was a click, and he was gone. I lowered the phone again.

"Klaus has Tim." I told Davina, who's face immediately dropped as her eyes shifted over to the exit of the church.

"I have to go." She exclaimed urgently, trying to push past me. I met her furious gaze and kept her arms in a steady iron grip.

"It's not safe, D."

"I can't let him die!" She suddenly grew stale in my arms. The desperate expression in her blue eyes was replaced by alarm. "The witches."

Half a second later, the doors flew open. The sound of chanting in latin filled the air as a group of cloaked women entered the church, hands in the air. The one at the front twisted her hand slightly and I felt my neck snap before everything went black.


I woke up to silence, rubbing my sore neck. It was only when I saw the bodies on the floor that I remembered what had happened before I'd passed out.

Davina must've killed them. The witches. And I knew where she'd gone. I just hoped that she was still alive. Swallowing the fear that was burning in my chest, I dashed out of the church towards the Abattoir.

Three men were standing in the courtyard when I entered my old home. I took a deep breath before walking up to Klaus, looking surprisingly regretful in the light of the candles. I compelled myself to smile calmly at the hybrid as I stopped right in front of him.

He was wearing the same expression as the boy had in the vision; Vulnerability. My act must have been believable, for his walls were down.

Quicker than he could detect, my hand shot out and into his chest.

"Where is Davina?" I snarled through my teeth, the fangs snapping out. Within a beat of Klaus's heart, I was pushed back to the stone wall, staring the monster in the face.

"How dare you–" Klaus breathed in my face, his eyes glowing yellow. The picture of the young boy was erased and replaced with the look of complete savagery in his gaze. This was not a man to pity. It was a monster, and he deserved every fate that would come to him. Especially if he'd hurt Davina.

"Let her go, Klaus." Marcel spoke, and I only registered that he'd been in the room there and then.

"Why should I?" Klaus grinned, cocking his head to the side like a true wolf. Even though I was in a very compromising situation, I couldn't make myself feel scared. If Davina was dead, I might as well be too. "She's pretty indeed, but not irreplaceable."

"Let her go, or I will kill you." Marcel repeated. Klaus slowly turned around to face him, without easing the grip around my throat.

"Really?" He laughed, an empty laugh without happiness. "And how do you plan to do that, my friend?"

Marcel grew silent as he realized that he had no answer to that question. Klaus turned back to grin at me. By then, I scarcely even felt his hand ripping into my chest, grabbing my heart. I saw in his eyes, then. How wrong I'd been. Whatever he felt for me wouldn't stop him from killing me; On the contrary. I was just another threat being eliminated.

He started pulling my heart out, and I realized that the last eyes that I would look into were the eyes of a wolf.

My vision was darkening when a woman's voice screamed in my head, and my body moved with some uncontrollable force. My hand reached up quicker than the speed of light and settled against Klaus's heart. I could only watch as my hand pushed him with such a force that he fell back several steps, screaming in agony.

As I slumped back against the stone wall, I watched the hybrid call out for help. He was on his knees, grasping thin air with his hands as if he was a blind man. He tilted his head up, and I saw that his eyes were completely white. He was blind.

"Elijah?" He exclaimed, turning to the wrong direction of the room. His older brother, standing behind him, took three steps to join his side. "I can't see. What's happening?"

"Undo it." Elijah commanded me, his voice threatening. As if that would scare me after what I'd just done. He knew as well as I that I could repeat whatever I'd done to Klaus if I wanted to.

"I couldn't even if I wanted to." I shrugged simply, watching as Klaus's nose started bleeding, as well as his eyes and ears. I met Elijah's brown gaze, which was frightened. Turning back to Klaus, I tried to make my heart pity him. But all I could see in my mind was Davina's blue eyes.

"Please. He's my brother. My family." Elijah begged, his hand still on Klaus's shoulder. The latter was groaning with pain, twitching on the ground as if every bone in his body was breaking.

"He killed my family." I replied, my voice breaking. Davina couldn't be dead; I couldn't bear the thought. But how could she have survived? Klaus was the Original Hybrid.

"Davina's alive, Juliette." Marcel said, taking a few steps toward me.

My chest heaved with relief. I turned back to Elijah, swallowing his pride to beg me to save his brother.

I wasn't a monster. This wasn't me, killing out of spite. I wouldn't sink to Klaus's level. So, without another word, I walked up to the shivering man on the floor, pressing my cold palm to his forehead. My body still seemed to be controlled by someone else as a surge of power traveled through my veins, sending sparks in my skin, before finally piercing Klaus's skin.

He stopped shivering. His eyes returned to the usual blue color, widening at the sight of me.

I realized that that might be the first, and not the last, time that I would see Klaus scared.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" The female voice echoed through the courtyard, and I quickly turned back to face the blonde. Rebekah was carrying a familiar brunette in her arms, and I was by her side in less than a second.

"Is she alright?" I breathed, for once swallowing my pride and speaking to the Original without an ounce of anger. Rebekah looked back at me with regret, also lowering her walls. This wasn't about us, or our feud. It was about Davina.

"She's heartbroken and exhausted. Where's her room?"

"I'll take her." I hadn't noticed Marcel coming up behind me until his soft voice was next to me.

"No, you won't." I retorted, keeping my voice steady as I looked into the brown eyes of his. "You forfeited the right to be her father as soon as you joined his side." I motioned towards Klaus, who seemed to have regained his composure after my attack.

Hurt flashed by Marcel's familiar gaze, making my own heart twist with pain.

"Give her to me." I addressed Rebekah again. She kept my gaze for a few seconds before slowly handing over the sleeping Davina. The girl was light as a feather in my arms as I left the company of vampires in the courtyard, heading up to her room.


"I know you don't want to talk to me." I recognized the voice of my fiancé from the entrance of the newly decorated bedroom. Instead of turning around and facing him, I reached out and brushed away a strand of chocolate-brown hair from Davina's face. She'd been turning restlessly in her sleep for the last half hour, mumbling the word 'Tim' over and over. "But I want to explain what happened today."

My vampire hearing caught Marcel leaning against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest.

"As you know, Klaus used Davina's friend Tim to lure her back here to the compound. When Rebekah interfered with his plan and saved both Davina and Tim from him, he'd already been one step ahead. So, being Klaus, he planned to kill them both, compelling Tim to poison himself and Davina." I kept watching Davina, but listened to Marcel keenly.

"I knew that Klaus would use whatever means to achieve his end with Davina. So I made a deal with Elijah. Together, we sought out one of the witches, Sabine, and made her put a protection spell on Davina. So when Tim poisoned her under compulsion, she survived."

I tilted my head to the side slowly, meeting his gaze. It was filled with anguish and deep-rooted hate.

"The same couldn't be said about Tim." My heart ached for the girl in the bed. Only sixteen, and she had already lost a loved one. And Tim, he hadn't been any older than her, when his life had been taken away from him. He'd never get to take her to prom. To propose to her, to marry her and have a family with her.

All because of Klaus.

I stood up from the bed and walked up to Marcel, stopping inches away from his face. I studied the familiar and beautiful features with my eyes; The soft lips, warm skin and intense eyes.

"I love you. You know that." Marcel whispered, relaxing his shoulders and brushing his large hand against my cheek, wiping away a tear that I hadn't known was running down my freckled cheek.

"I know." I drowned in his eyes to evade my heavy heart, smiling into his palm. "But I can't be with you if you're on his side."

"I'm not on his side, Juliette." Marcel said, keeping his eyes pinned on mine sternly. "I've never been on his side. I'm doing all of this to get him to leave."

"Good." I mumbled, looking past his shoulder into the empty hallway outside. I wondered if he was still down there in the courtyard, debating on how to eliminate me. He hadn't anticipated that I'd be a threat to him; There was no way to know what he would do next. "Can we stay here with Davina tonight?"

"Of course." Marcel leaned down and pressed his lips to mine gently, lifting the weight in my chest slightly.


I tried to sleep that night, but both my head and heart were filled with a storm. I had almost killed Klaus earlier that night. I had used magic against him. But somehow I knew that it wasn't a permanent source of power. It hadn't been me, cursing him.

And I couldn't help the bitter regret filling my heart when I thought of the fact that I'd held Klaus's life in my hands. And I'd let him go, not knowing that he'd tried to kill Davina. That he'd killed her close friend. I'd had the power to kill him, yet I'd thought that he deserved better.

He didn't. So silently, I got out of the bed, where I'd been squeezed up with Davina and Marcel. They were both snoring soundly, so I didn't have to be careful not to make any noise. Pulling on clothes in black to mask myself in the night, I then exited the room.

The streets of new Orleans were emptier now; The sun was about to rise, yet there were still humans parading in their wedding dresses and disguises. It made it easier for me to blend in with the crowd as I tried to find an empty alley away from any potential civilians. The feeling of being watched made the hairs stand up on my neck, so I led my stalkers further and further away from the partying humans.

I stopped as I reached a narrow passage, my silhouette catching shadows in the light of the lampposts.

"I know you're there. No need to hide." I called out, lowering the hood of my jacket, and turning on my heel. Sofia and Rachel were already standing in front of me, exchanging wicked smiles. Rachel was as always clad in high heels and an expensive-looking dress, while Sofia had settled for a more comfortable, and more efficient, outfit consisting of black jeans and a grey coat.

"Have you made your decision yet?" Rachel asked, brown eyes twinkling with excitement. I breathed in deeply and met her eyes without blinking, keeping my chin held high.

"The deal is on." My voice seemed twice as loud as it bounced against the brick walls of the alleyway. "I'll help you kill Klaus Mikaelson."

A/N: Ooohhh what mess has Juliette gotten herself into now? Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for reading this story and please leave me a comment to tell me what you thought of the chapter, you're the best 3

~Emma~