A/N: Last season was hard to watch. Aside from the fact that Nick had everything and everyone he loved taken from him, Juliette's downward spiral was not believable. Just because you're a brat doesn't make you a psycho killer, but we were asked to shallow that in a huge way. What if said brat had a big bad primal 'id' that, when exposed to all that power, takes over and pushes Juliette's 'ego' out of the way. Allow me to use some psychology 101.
Chapter 15 Juliette
I wonder who I'm going to be today, Juliette thought waking up in Sean's guest room. There was someone else taking her over. Sure Juliette liked a little control over her life and felt panicked when she didn't have it or didn't get what she hoped for, but this was different. She was a different person. She liked the power. Before Nick had left Juliette, despite all she had done for him, the one who craved the power was pushed down under her love and trust in him. Now, there was no such restraint.
It all started that night Juliette almost killed Adalind. She cropped up, took over, and relished the destruction and pain she caused. After Adalind had fled, Juliette returned inside to view her handiwork. Woodwork in pieces, ceramics shattered, and a wall full knives. It was glorious, this ability. She reveled in it all and with a mighty howl she blew out all of the windows on the first floor of the house. Even Juliette's thoughts were overrun by her thinking with a smile and malicious glee, what a nice house warming gift she had left for Nick. When Juliette returned to herself, she was horrified running from the house. How could she do that to the man she was supposed to love, someone she thought she would spend her life with?
That was first night she sought refuge at Sean's place. She couldn't return to Rosalee and Monroe's. Having lost herself once, she was afraid it would happen again. Juliette had dreamed of having an argument with Rosalee when she was frantic about Monroe's disappearance that ended with Juliette literally ripping Rosalee's throat out. She awoke that night in a cold sweat, terrified to be in the same house as her friends. That had happened weeks ago, but Juliette couldn't forget it. It was like a premonition of things to come, when the other one would take over completely.
Discarded, fearful, unloved, that's how Juliette felt as she stood in Sean's kitchen asking for a place to stay. In return he asked that she open a book, with her blood. It was the book which Adalind had used to conjure Nick's curse, and Juliette was very interested to read that book. When that book revealed nothing that could help her, she snapped. Juliette found herself yelling at Sean. She was so sick of this whole thing, Wesen and Grimm. It was all she could take. She used to be normal. If she didn't get her life back, then they had better watch out. If I am a nasty Hexenbiest, then I might as well have a little fun. Power corrupts alright. This scorned woman can now raise some real hell!
Juliette was losing this battle, and it was becoming harder and harder to remember why she was fighting her. Waking up in Sean's bed, Juliette realized he was gone, which she was thankful for. In the light of day, Juliette was so confused, but last night she hadn't been confused. Sean came home thoroughly beat up with blood on his shirt and she had been turned on by the sight. Pain turned her on, like some dominatrix. They took turns inflicting each other and nearly broke Sean's bed in two before she was done with him. As opposed to BDSM as Juliette had been before she started taking over, memories of the night before had her aroused all over again. What's wrong with me? Juliette asked herself shaking her head. She had to get out of Sean's house, at least for a while, so she took a walk on the streets of Portland. That's when Juliette spotted Adalind.
Without making progress in keeping her away, Juliette found herself stalking Adalind that day while she was out shopping. When Adalind stopped at a window to browse, she pulled a gargoyle off the top of the building nearly killing Adalind. She was furious with the failure, but the real Juliette walked away very troubled by what had just happened. She headed straight for the spice shop, maybe Rosalee had something sedating. If she would always be a Hexenbiest, she needed something to contain her because she thrived on these new abilities.
However, Nick was already there. She had been trying to explain, trying to find help to fight her, when Nick and Hank stepped out of the back room. Hank. He told Hank. She could see on Hank's face that he knew. Then, to Juliette's dismay, Nick insisted that she tell Monroe and Rosalee. Nick was even taking all her friends, Juliette choked on the realization. They would never be on her side now. Well let's just make the most of it then shall we, she thought. "Hold on to your hats!" she said then Woged with a nice little roar. That was priceless, she mused. When Rosalee tried to say there must be something they could do, Juliette's real self looked on with tears of despondency. No, they would never accept her. This had been a mistake, she registered as she walked out of the shop.