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.

The Other Girl in New Orleans pt. 1

"I need to find Cami!" Juliet rolled her eyes as she laid back on her new bed in the Mikaelson Compound; growing tired of watching Klaus pace back and forth, metaphorically stomping an indentation into her wooden floors. It had been the hundredth – maybe thousandth – time he had repeated those words and the woman's patience was growing rather thin for a morning. Placing her hands on her face, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes; she was so thankful to have gotten some but irritated to not have had much of it due to Klaus's rampage.

Upon her arrival back in the Mikaelson Compound, and after Elijah informed his brother of the recent events, Klaus was rather joyful to have Juliet inside his home. Of course, Juliet assumed it was due to having another witch in the home which elevated their defenses; however, the woman was sadly mistaken. Since Cami was gone, Klaus had no one to vent to – no one to talk to that he trusted his information with. Juliet was his 'Cami substitute'; a job she was not happy about as Klaus barged into her new room around four in the morning to vent his frustrations to someone. Yes, Juliet was glad her sire trusted her with his rather confusing emotions, but the woman would have loved to have had a few hours more sleep.

Klaus continued talking even after the sun greeted the day anew. He spoke of his time with Aurora and what his plan had originally been. He talked of his fondness of Cami and much more but never allowed Juliet to speak through the duration of his 'session'.

"Then go find her!" Juliet finally spoke, stopping Klaus. She continued lying down but even then, she could see Klaus's narrowed eyes directed toward her.

"And how am I able to do that without knowing where my new annoyance has taken her?"

"I don't know Klaus," Juliet began, sitting up with her legs crossed. She had borrowed one of Elijah's white shirts and a pair of shorts from Klaus to sleep in until she was able to round herself up more clothes as both Freya and Hayley were smaller compared to her curvy figure. "Go to the last place where she was and see if you can't find any clues. You know how Aurora is with puzzles and her weird liking of playing hide and seek." Her words made Klaus stop and think – knowing she was right. Putting his finger up, Klaus smiled a 'thank you' to his old friend and went on his way. But before he could make it too far, Klaus stopped and turned to look at Juliet.

"It's nice having you here," the man spoke. Juliet pointed toward the door, indicating she wanted him to get out. Klaus merely chuckled at her actions and continued his way while the woman sighed in relief of getting rid of him. And as much as she wanted to go back to sleep, Juliet knew she couldn't as she heard the voices of Elijah and Freya speaking in the study just a few rooms away from her. They were setting up a magical binding circle made of salt and herbs to trap Tristan, who had been chained to a chair the night before. Juliet rose to her feet, her oversized shirt hanging loosely off her bosoms as she walked over to where the two were.

Juliet's eyes immediately found Freya in the middle of the circle, setting down Elder Futhark runes, including ingwaz and algiz. And once Freya completed the circle, she looked up to her brother before finding Juliet at the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest. The two women exchanged glances before they both looked over to Elijah. "The spell is complete. Tristan cannot cross the boundary of his own will, but we can enter and leave as we please," Freya informed them, a little spark glimmering in her eye showing pride in her work. Juliet smiled at the girl for her happiness. "I took the liberty of injecting him with hibiscus and mugwort to counteract any vervain in his system. All you have to do is compel him to give you the longitude of Rebekah's location."

"He said he was immune, remember?" Juliet interrupted, leaning against the door frame. "Well, more so it was Aurora who gloated about not being able to be compelled by them."

"Well then I'll find some other way to make him talk," Freya replied with a shrug. The girl walked over to the end table to set down the jar of salt she held, but not before picking up an athame. Elijah followed his sister, holding his hand out for the blade in which Freya sighed, reluctantly giving him the dagger. "You're still upset I tortured Aurora without your permission."

"Oh Freya, I'm obscenely fond of torture," Elijah responded, amused. This made Juliet's brow rise. Yes, she had witnessed through the eyes of others the transition Elijah had made from the fun-loving, kind and compassionate vampire that he was back then, to a murderous, torture loving psychotic maniac vampire that he was today. Nevertheless, it gave Juliet the chills to hear the words come from his mouth. "But yes, when I am entertaining, I like to be the one to choose precisely when and how we violate the guests." Elijah turned the dagger in his hand so that he was holding the blade with the handle facing toward Freya before he sat down at the table.

"Fine. How should we proceed?" His sister inquired with her arms crossed. As Elijah provided details of his torture methods, Juliet glanced toward the sleeping Tristan, her spell still under effect. Yes, they had history – one that she would rather not repeat to anyone as she was ashamed of her affiliation to the de Martel's. Plus, the woman knew if and when the Mikaelsons find out about her past with them, they would look at her differently and suspect her of working with them.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Juliet turned to find Hayley standing next to her; the Hybrid tired but determined. Standing up straight, Juliet suddenly felt out of place with her night dressings and Hayley in casual wear with Hope on her hip; ever-so beautiful. Elijah definitely has a type, Juliet thought as her gaze found Elijah who was amused by Juliet's uncomfortable dilemma. This caused a fire to burn inside the woman; the notion of Elijah smiling due to her insecurities caused by him. Narrowing her eyes at him, Juliet went to find Rebekah's old room hoping the blonde's clothes would fit better on her as they both had curvier figures.

Once Juliet found Rebekah's room, the girl slowly opened the large door and peered inside. It was beautifully decorated, elegant and screamed 'Rebekah'. Juliet missed her old friend; the true reason why she became friends with the Mikaelson family. The blonde had defended Juliet once upon a time when the Mikaelson family settled in Juliet's village. Poor Juliet was being bullied for her inability to speak correctly as she had a slight nervous stutter. And Rebekah swooped in like a superhero and immediately shut down the boys who were laughing at the child. The boys were afraid of the Vikings and that was what father Mikaelson's previous occupation was, instantly earning her respect and fear.

Besides protecting Juliet from the bully boys running around the village, Rebekah also saved Juliet from her father as the young Mikaelson would invite Juliet over to their little cottage for food and gatherings. The Mikaelson parents eventually caught on as to why Rebekah had always invited the small girl and they happily opened their arms to her as well. This made the young girl finally feel like she was part of a family; but as they got older, Juliet slowly began to feel less like a family member and more like a prize when it came to Elijah and Klaus.

The two constantly fought for the girl's attention. Klaus with his carvings and Elijah with his words; Juliet was smitten by both men. But it was Elijah who captured her heart the most, even in the present day. Juliet pushed any thought of Elijah out of her mind as she riffled through Rebekah's rather large closet. She knew the Mikaelson sister was into fashion, but she never realized how much as there were sections of different items of clothing in plentiful amounts. Finally deciding on a form fitting white shirt and black skinny jeans, Juliet changed and walked back to find Freya was leaving the room with Hope by her side. The sight of the child made Juliet whimper as she held her breath to prevent herself from smelling the blood rushing through her veins.

Behind Freya walked Elijah, stopping as he saw Juliet. "I see you've found my sister's closet," the man commented, nodding toward Juliet's wardrobe. "I must say, her clothes better suit you."

"Stop buttering me up, Elijah," Juliet groaned as her arms crossed over her chest. Elijah attempted to hide his smile but failed as he regained his composure.

"I'm off to run some errands. You're welcome to join Hayley in torturing Tristan and I expect the location of my sister when I get back."

"Is that an order?" Juliet asked her voice low with venom. "I didn't think the offer to stay at the Mikaelson Compound meant waiting on your hand and foot."

"Not an order," Elijah cleared, buttoning his suit jacket. "But the sight of you two together to torture him just might be what we need to get him to say the magic numbers." Juliet narrowed her eyes at Elijah as he departed from her, descending the stairs to the courtyard. I hate how he always has a good exit, Juliet mentally spoke as she walked into the office, her boots heavily hitting the floor. Hayley's attention was pulled to the sound, stopping when she saw Juliet.

"I don't need a babysitter," Hayley spoke harshly as Juliet's eyes fell upon Tristan who was already awake with a werewolf bite in his neck. Juliet raised a brow to the method of torture and hated how much she approved of it. Tristan's eyes looked hopeful upon seeing Juliet as she crossed her arms and shrugged toward Hayley.

"Not here to babysit. Here to help," the woman informed her. But Hayley didn't approve; Juliet could tell when Hayley sighed angrily with fire in her eyes. "Look, I know you probably aren't too keen with me around, but I've known Tristan for quite a long time." Juliet's gaze averted to the man sitting uncomfortably in the chair. "I know how to get him to talk."

"I've got my own methods, thank you." Juliet nodded to Hayley, her irritation quickly growing.

"Alright," Juliet sighed. "We'll do this the hard way." With the wave of her hand, Hayley was flung into the air and thrown to the stone wall – hitting it with force. The werewolf hybrid's eyes changed to their real color as Hayley looked up to Juliet, pissed off. "Sleep puppy," Juliet spoke as she waved her fingers, casting her sleeping spell onto Hayley. "With bags like that under your eyes, you need sleep." Hayley fell to the ground, her conscious mind falling into a deep slumber as Tristan's laughter could be heard echoing through the room.

"I knew you wouldn't let them hurt me," the man began, shaking his hair from his eyes. "It's good to see you again, Jules," he whispered, his voice raspy from the pain in his neck.

"Why does everyone think it is okay to call me pet names without permission?" the woman rhetorically questioned. Juliet shook her head as she stood in front of Tristan. "Where's Rebekah?"

"I'm surprised you're on their side," he began, trying his best to stretch out his tightened muscles. "After all this time plotting against…" Tristan's words stopped as Juliet's fist collided with his face. He spit out blood, feeling his jaw bone begin to heal from the instant break her punch caused it. "You're losing your touch."

"I would stop trying to instigate me, Tristan. I have little to no patience nowadays and I'm not as caring as I was in the past."

"A feisty Juliet? Now I would really love to see that. I imagine it's a good look on you." Again, Tristan was met with Juliet's fist and this time it was her knuckles which left blood on his cheek as his jaw cracked. Tristan yelled in pain as Juliet shook her hand, her split knuckles healing almost immediately. "I must say, I'm not fond of the hitting."

"There's a lot more where that came from if you continue defying me," the woman spat out, getting close to his face. "Give me the coordinates of Rebekah's location, or you will regret it."

"I think I'll wait until the Stryx come to rescue me and burn this place to the ground." Tristan looked to Juliet, a devilish smirk mocking her at her attempts in retrieving the information. With a huff, Juliet backed away from Tristan as she went to leave the room. "Giving up so easily? That's not the Juliet I know."

"The Juliet you know is gone," the woman replied, her voice raised. Turning to face him, Juliet was surprised to see Tristan looking at her with his eyes widened, the room shaking. She took a breath. In. Out. In. Out. Over a thousand years old and still Juliet struggled to keep her temper down; a temper that was emotionally linked to her powers.

"Your powers have grown."

"That's it, I'm out of here. Have fun with the agitated mother wolf."

"Wait!" Juliet stopped once again, her annoyance flaring up as she took a step back into the room where she had enchanted all the sound to stay in. Turning on her heel, Tristan looked up to her – his face soft.

"Did you ever love me?" This forced Juliet to laugh, a cackle really, at his question.

"Your psychotic sister is the reason why we never would have worked out," Juliet assured him, leaning against the wall.

"No," Tristan replied, his expression darkening at the mention of his sister. "Your irrational love for the man that left you to die was the reason why we never would have worked out." Juliet stared at Tristan, her lips pursed tightly as her eyes bore into him. She hated how, even after all these years, Tristan could easily read her. "Oh dear, did I strike a nerve?" Tristan suddenly smiled evilly, a laugh so menacing erupted from his throat it gave the woman chills.

"Now I know where she gets her crazy from," Juliet commented, raising a brow at the man. Her words forced his laughter to stop and for him to glare up at her. "After all that I've done for you and you refuse me the coordinates. Have a little respect."

"Respect? I'm not the one sleeping under the same roof as the enemy."

"I am doing what I can to survive! I gave you power after he lost it when I was the one that brought Mikael close to his children. I helped you get named the leader of the Stryx. I gave you an army. And this is how you re-pay me? By going behind my back from the original plan and allowing your sister to gallivant around New Orleans with Rebekah? Sleeping with Klaus, mind you. I'm not the only one sleeping under the same roof with, who you call, is the enemy." Tristan didn't speak as her words settled in his mind. But when he did open his mouth to speak, Juliet put up a finger to stop him. "Unless the next words out of your mouth are the coordinates, I don't want to hear it."

"You used me," Tristan whispered as his mind came to the realization.

"Like a toy," Juliet confirmed; her expression emotionless. "What are the coordinates?"

"Why? So you can kill me? So you can take the Stryx away from me?"

"I had planned to do that already."

"Why?"

"Because you're a cruel man," Juliet yelled, irritated she needed to explain everything. "And no cruel man should hold that much power." The two stared at each other, a stand-off of sorts. But Juliet was growing tired of his games and weak from the lack of blood in her system. She could feel herself beginning to become dizzy and she knew she could not finish the interrogation without help. Looking toward Hayley, Juliet waved her hand and almost immediately the werewolf hybrid awoke.

"What the hell?" Hayley questioned as she slowly got to her feet.

"He's all yours."

Author's Note:

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