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.

Out of the Easy - pt. 3

By the time Juliet was done with Marcel, allowing him to dip his toes into the pool of ideas and plans the woman held for the prophecy against her sire and his family, the woman decided it was an appropriate time to return to the Mikaelson Compound. She wondered if the Originals had done their jobs in retrieving the information on the location of Rebekah so Juliet could reach her hand into the deepest pits of the ocean and save her favorite Mikaelson. Knowing the trio, it would take a lot to extract the information, but if anyone was a master at torture, it was Klaus and Elijah; and well, maybe Juliet as well, but she wanted to keep that little fact about herself hidden from them.

Walking into the Mikaelson Compound, Juliet could hear the Original brothers conversing … but that was it. A part of the woman grew delighted that the work was done and she hadn't need to get her hands dirty, but as she rounded the corner to the courtyard, Juliet saw the Trio and the brothers gathered back where she had left them – at the dinner table. Her brow rose as all eyes were on her upon her arrival. "What the bloody hell is this?" the woman asked, highly agitated with her arms raised. "I told you to get the location of Rebekah, not continue on allowing them to live." Klaus rose to his feet walking over to the woman, Elijah following him.

"There's a slight problem with that, Jules." Klaus's nickname caused Elijah to raise a brow. Previously, she had threatened Elijah when he attempted in naming her that – but Klaus had gotten nothing but a glare. "One of them holds the longitude of her location, and the other holds the latitude." Juliet raised a brow at him as she moved to look at the trio giving her devilish grins. Lucien sat next to a very unhappy Freya who sat back in her seat with her arms crossed in front of herself; her foot lightly shaking.

"Conniving little gits," Juliet whispered under her breath as Tristan looked over to Aurora with a satisfying smile.

"Well, despite our differences, I believe great strides were made today," Tristan voiced as he turned his head back over to the brothers.

"I can't murder you at this moment, but I can easily rip your eyes out and feed them to your sister," Juliet responded, making strides toward the man; Elijah and Klaus gripping her arms before she could get too close. Klaus smirked at the woman's words, impressed with the way she threatened her enemies.

"Juliet please, these are our guests," Klaus taunted, his smile still lingering along his lips.

"Nik, it's so sweet of you to defend us," Aurora smiled, giving her beloved a wink. But Klaus merely glared at the woman who had taken his sister.

"You know, I doubted my brother's wisdom in bringing us all together today, but he was right." Everyone stared at him; Aurora stared affectionately while Tristan smiled, believing Klaus was taking their side. "We must confront the harsh realities we all face and make difficult choices to ensure our collective survival." Klaus walked to the table where he grabbed his glass for a toast. Both Tristan and Aurora mimicked his actions happily; however, the other guests looked toward Klaus rather irritated and annoyed by where he seemed to be headed with his speech. Elijah joined his brother and politely raise his glass. Klaus took a sip from his glass before taking a seat. "And I have every confidence that my choice will be the right one." Juliet looked up to Klaus to find him staring at her. She raised a brow at him before she finally realized where his alliances truly lied.

Tristan on the other hand was so distracted by the fact that he believed Klaus to be on his side that he was unable to react when Klaus vamp-sped toward him, grabbing him by the chin before snapping his neck. Aurora, appalled by Klaus' actions, stood to her feet with a gasp and glared at him. But before she could react any further, Juliet appeared behind her gripping a fist full of the red hair. "Were you anyone else, the servants would already be mopping your blood from the floor," Klaus began, his eyes on Aurora as a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he watched Aurora struggled with Juliet. "If you do not bring my sister home, Tristan will die slowly and in tremendous pain."

"You betray me after all your promises of love?" The woman yelled, her arms tugging at Juliet's frozen hand.

"I meant to keep those promises! It was you who shattered them when you took Rebekah!" Klaus lunged for Aurora, stopping just inches away from her face as Juliet held up her hand – holding him back with her hand on his chest. "Now I have your brother – a sibling for a sibling. I want Rebekah back."

"You will regret this," Aurora whispered to Klaus as Juliet let go of her hair. The woman began making her way out of the Compound, but not before pushing the dinner table aside. Juliet watched the woman leave, raising a brow as her ears continued to listen to her heels clanking against the stone floor. Elijah's gaze was on Juliet, his own pensive face glancing at her. The woman rolled her eyes at him as she looked back toward Klaus, giving him an approving nod accompanied with a smile.

"Lucien, you will take me to Camille and you will surrender the medallion, or you will meet an end so cruel, the devil will weep," Klaus threatened, pointing at the man. Lucien obliged and he directed Klaus out of the Compound. Freya groaned, unhappy with the way the meeting turned out. Still, Rebekah was lying in the middle of the ocean in an unknown location, constantly dying on a loop; drowning. Juliet didn't like it, but Juliet knew patience was an object of the game, but something felt off. You will regret this. Aurora's words echoed in her mind, a look of aggression and a psychotic glimmer in her eye gave Juliet the sense that Klaus really would regret taking Tristan. Letting out a breath of air, Juliet walked to the dinner table where all the glasses had fallen over and the food had moved from Aurora's tantrum. Taking one of the cracked wine glasses, the woman happily poured herself wine as she sat with her legs crossed. The tip of her boot scrapped against the wooden table, making her freeze.

The prophecy.

Her mind flashed with images from the prophecy; images of the dinner table destroyed with all the glasses in the exact position as was in the vision. Juliet's eyes widened. Inviting the trio to a Thanksgiving dinner was a big mistake – and it was because of her that the prophecy was in its next stage in becoming true.

The wine glass hovered between her lips as Juliet had come to that realization. Looking up to Elijah, he could tell there was something rattling since her mind – something that he wanted to inquire about. Before he could, Juliet rose to her feet as she dropped the glass onto the stone ground – thousands of glass shards spreading everywhere and red wine pooling together. Elijah opened his mouth to speak; Juliet vamp-sped out from the Mikaelson Compound and quickly made her way to her vehicle, speeding to her home.

Juliet sat on her knees in the middle of what was once her home, ashes of the wood surrounded her as she took in a fist full. The burnt bodies of Katie Trammel and Frederick lied a few feet from where she was; their skin so burnt she couldn't find any indicating factors of their identities. Silent tears dripped from her eyes, her heart beating quickly in her chest from the rage building inside of her. Juliet regretted coming back. If she would have stayed away from New Orleans, the Trammel family would have a family member and Frederick might have had the chance to turn his life around. But instead, due to meeting her, they had died along with the rest of the people Juliet had met.

It was a curse she was plagued with – a curse the Mikaelsons had as well; the curse of everyone dying around them. It was then when Juliet understood why they clung so close together; why they clung onto the mantra of 'Always and Forever'. It was because they were all they had. But if the prophecy were to be fulfilled, even they would be separated by death.

Twigs began to slowly snap behind her and the sound of a low breath exhaling could be heard. The woman didn't bother turning for she knew it was Marcellus walking toward her with his hands in his jean pockets and his head low. "How'd you find me?" Juliet inquired, her voice low and cracking from her silent sobs.

"This is New Orleans, remember? Nothing happens without me knowing." Marcel stopped beside her, his eyes looking toward the aftermath of a raging fire. The woman's eyes stayed glued to the two bodies, her heart breaking with every moment they continued to lie there. In all the years that Marcel had known the older vampire, he had never seen her so torn. Frustrated, pissed off and just downright scary, yes. But never had he seen her fragile or vulnerable. It pained him to know that she had a part of her that could break more than she already was. "Come on, you can stay at my place with me," Marcel offered, holding his hand out for the woman to take. But Juliet simply shook her head.

"I'll figure something out."

"Come on, Jules. Your home is non-existent. You can't continue to shelter yourself out when you're in this now." The woman's eyes found Marcel's caring gaze. It felt good to know that at least someone was on her side – someone cared. Offering him a small smile, she placed her hand in his and rose to her feet, the ashes falling from her knees.

"Would you be okay with 'I'll think about it'?" Juliet asked, raising a tender brow at the man. Marcel smiled and gave her a nod as they walked off together out of the forest where her home resided, hiding from the rest of the city.

After parting with Marcel, Juliet traveled back inside the buzzing city of New Orleans with the promise that she would at least spend the night at his home so she had a night where her mind was able to rest. The woman's place of visitation was one of the many bars that had lined the New Orleans streets. However, unlike many of the other ones, this one had fewer occupants; just how Juliet liked it. The bar looked a bit run-down inside and old school with a 1950's jukebox in the far corner. Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton was playing through the wide speakers when she walked in, her dirty boots hitting the tattered hardwood floor with a thud. Giving a nod to the bartender, Juliet ordered herself two glasses of Bourbon. One for her and one for the visitor she knew she would surely get as she could feel Elijah following her upon her re-entrance in the city.

"He was a good person." Her words rang in Elijah's ears as his eyes studied the woman. It didn't surprise him she knew it was he who walked among her; Juliet was intelligent enough to get whatever she wanted. And yet, it saddened him to know she was handed the short end of the stick most of her human life and never branched out with her new one. As he sat in the bar stool next to her, Juliet pushed a glass of Bourbon towards him. "I took him in because no one else would. I gave him the opportunity to live the rest of his life a happy man; a man he could be proud of. I allowed him the chance to build a life for himself. I should've known if he got mixed up with me he'd end up dead." Juliet lowered her head, saddened by the passing of the man. "He was full of life, kind and passionate. He never really had a childhood or a life so music was all he had."

"Which reminded you of yourself in human form," Elijah pointed out, never taking his eyes off her. When she turned to face him, Elijah offered the woman a comforting smile.

"Don't pretend to know me." She took another sip from her glass before placing it on the counter.

"I'm not. I don't know you; at least I don't know this you. But I knew the Juliet before you turned like myself. And that Juliet was full of life and passionate and always sang hymns during the fires the village would have. You were rather popular among the boys, if my memory serves me right. But they all knew your heart belonged to someone else." His words forced Juliet to continue staring at him, something she hated herself for. For she knew, if she continued to stare into his dark eyes, she might give in to her deepest desires. But her biggest fears were halted as her mind began flashing with Elijah's previous 'loves'; Tatia, Aya, Celeste, Katerina … and now Hayley. Knowing Elijah had giving parts of himself away to different women made Juliet stone cold. And throughout the years the woman tried desperately to feel happy for the Original vampire knowing he had no knowledge of her existence and he had moved on, but the pain remained the same.

"It did. My heart did belong to another until that man gave himself away too many others." Elijah's brow furrowed in confusion while he lightly shook his head. "In all my years of hiding in the shadows to ensure the Mikaelson family had no knowledge of my existence, I never found another man to love. I was tempted, yes, but I never loved another man like I had loved you so many years ago. You felt like home, Elijah – a manifestation of my dreams. It was like a movie, and now it's all in the past; we'll never get back what we had when we were young."

"Is that what you expected when I learned of your existence?" Elijah asked, inching his hand close to hers. "Did you expect us to have this big movie moment where you run into my arms and we re-connect?"

"No," Juliet answered rather quickly. "It's not what I expected because a part of me still hates you for leaving me. I still hold this resentment of knowing you ran while Niklaus came to ensure my last few moments in life were spent with someone who cared." Elijah's brows furrowed even more and before he could ask what she meant, Juliet chuckled. "All this time and still you have no clue about Niklaus' feelings toward me back then? He loved me, probably more than you ever did. But because it was his brother he would hurt, Niklaus never told you or acted upon it; that is how much Niklaus loves you, even back then."

Elijah sat back in his seat, his arms falling on his lap as his mind tried to process the information Juliet was giving him. Niklaus never told him about his love for the girl in their village, and it pained Elijah to know the woman his brother fell in love with after Juliet – it was his fault she left him. "And you're sure that was how he felt?"

"He told me the night before we were supposed to marry, Elijah. He begged me to reconsider because of his love for me but I couldn't. I loved you, not him. And once he realized that, he suppressed his emotions and allowed you to be happy. Of course, the day after that your mother turned her children into monsters. Stopping the wedding."

"I had no idea," Elijah spoke, his voice low like a whisper.

"No, you wouldn't have." Finishing her alcohol, Juliet got to her feet, facing Elijah. She looked down to him, shaking her head. "Niklaus sacrificed so much for you when we were young and continued to do so through these thousands of years. Maybe it's time to put some faith in him, huh?" And with that, Juliet began to make her way over to the door to leave. But Elijah called out for her, stopping her in her tracks.

"We have an extra room you are more than welcome to occupy," Elijah offered as he took steps toward the woman. Juliet raised a brow at him, surprised at the invitation. For a split second, the woman almost jumped on the offer without thinking about it but she was smart enough. And though she would have rather stayed with Marcel, Juliet nodded to her former lover knowing she would probably be more protected by the Originals than with Marcel. Opening the door behind her, the two walked out from the bar together; a sight that no one who knew Juliet would ever expect to see.

Author's Note:

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