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. 3

Juliet and Elijah walked side by side to where they were keeping Tristan. No words were said or side glances as the woman's arms crossed over her chest and Elijah's hands rested inside his pant pockets. Eventually Juliet would have to speak about why she never approached the Mikaelsons – revealing her survival of the werewolf bites and being their first sired; this she knew. How Elijah would react was a different story. Juliet was afraid he would laugh at her, find her foolish when she knew she was. Juliet already knew not contacting them was childish; the best way to take out anger is to tackle the problem head on. But at the same time, there was always something holding her back; a known fact that it wasn't time to see them yet. And if she approached them too early, everything she had been working toward would have been for nothing.

Approaching the study, the two casually walking through the doorway where Freya stood, her hands in Tristan's hair as she held his head back while she conducted her spell. Tristan looked pale and feverish and the two vampires watched in silence as the witch finished her spell; Freya gave a smile when she was done. "He's as weak as I can make him. If I push further, I might kill him," Freya spoke.

"Weak as I am, you still won't take from me what you seek," Tristan gasped, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Juliet rolled her eyes as Elijah sighed, walking toward the man until he was standing beside Freya and staring at his progeny in annoyance.

"It's an unpleasant thing, delving into such a depraved and repellent mind," Elijah commented. But Tristan began to doze off as a result of the werewolf venom. This caused Elijah's anger to flare, forcing his leg to kick out hitting the chair to wake Tristan. "Tristan, unless you'd like me to fetch the chainsaw…" Elijah kneeled down and tapped Tristan under his chin with his hand. "I recommend you give me what I seek." Juliet raised a brow at his suggestion but shook her head at him; obviously Elijah forgot he had another very powerful witch in his presence.

"Elijah," Juliet called out, letting her hands fall to her side as she walked closer to the men. The man looked up to Juliet, waiting for her to make a suggestion however Tristan beat him to it.

"Oh how precious this is." Tristan paused to cough, blood trickling from his mouth. "All three of us finally together to talk about what Juliet did." Before he could continue, Juliet's fist cracked with his jaw. Elijah's brows rose, surprised by her actions.

"Give me your hand," Juliet ordered Elijah, holding out her hand palms up. Quickly Elijah placed his large hand in hers as Juliet placed her other palm against Tristan's head. Almost immediately, memories from Tristan's mind flowed through Juliet and to Elijah, allowing him to explore his progeny's mind. The first glimpse of memories they had gotten were of Tristan and Aurora sword-fighting, followed by a flash of Elijah and Hayley together at the Stryx Gala. Juliet's face scrunched as she watched the two dancing together – Elijah's hand at the small of the mother's back. She held in her whimper as the memories continued to a flashback of Tristan speaking to Lucien at the bar in the Mikaelson Compound during the Thanksgiving dinner.

The next memory was one Juliet was hoping she could have prevented from coming up, but it was a memory of her and Tristan lying in bed together, Tristan hovering over her as their lips locked together. It was Elijah's turn to show distaste for a memory, his chest hurting from the sight of his progeny and ex-fiancé lying in bed. Luckily the memory didn't last too long until the last flicker – a quick glimpse – of what looked like a flight manifest with a list of names including Andromeda, Cepheus and Perseus. Once the visions ended, Elijah gasped in surprise as Juliet's eyes merely opened, anger flashing in her expression. Tristan looked up to the woman, an evil look with his usual smirk stared up to her.

In a swift movement, she broke his neck.

"What are you doing? I need to ask him what those names meant!" Elijah yelled toward Juliet, his eyes glaring.

"We have the names, we don't need him."

"Just because he showed me something that you would have loved to keep buried in the ground doesn't mean you can interfere with my torturing!"

"Then torture him like a real man instead of tip-toing around it, Elijah! You call yourself a fearless vampire and yet you still don't know the coordinates to where your sister is. You're pathetic!"

"While you guys host the most messed-up game night, you got bigger problems." All eyes were on Marcel who was standing at the doorframe, his arms folded across his chest as he leaned against the wood. His smile showed his obvious amusement which only caused Elijah to shoot the man an annoyed glance. Juliet, on the other hand, smiled at Marcel's presence. "You and I need to talk. I'm here on behalf of the Stryx and I'm not leaving without Tristan." Elijah stared at Marcel coldly while Tristan laughed weakly in relief.

Elijah excused himself from the room, glancing at Freya; his way of ordering her to watch after Tristan. Juliet followed behind the men as Marcel beckoned for the woman to follow. Seeing this, Elijah stopped to look at the two, raising a brow at what kind of relationship Marcel and Juliet had. After seeing the memories of Tristan and Juliet together, Elijah was beginning to believe that Juliet really did intersect herself into the Mikaelson lives without their knowledge. But Marcel continued walking with Juliet following close behind him – a sight that Elijah was not fond of.

As they neared the courtyard, Marcel took no longer in waiting for what he had to tell Elijah. Marcel turned to the older vampire with a sigh. "The way I see it, you don't have a choice." Elijah questioned his statement, rolling his eyes. "How long before the Stryx decide to come get their guy? And if they destroy half the Quarter in the process…"

Elijah cut the younger vampire off by walking in front of him. "I can handle the Stryx."

"You can't even handle Tristan," Marcel pointed out, scoffing at Elijah's words. "He's about to OD on wolf venom and the only thing that you can get out of him is Cepheus, whatever the hell that's supposed to mean." Elijah started at him coldly as Juliet carefully listened to Marcel's words. "The guy has been around for a millennium. He can withstand all your vampire mind-games. And if you end up killing him, we lose Rebekah for good."

"So what are you suggesting here, Marcel? I simply hand over this wretched fiend and stand idly by as you set him free?" Elijah questioned sarcastically.

"If I take Tristan, make it look like I busted him out, I get in tighter with him and the Stryx. I can find out where Rebekah is and keep them from declaring war on the Quarter if you trust me." Trust; such a delicate thing. It could take seconds to shatter but years to build. And this, Juliet knew. As she raised a brow at the two men, the woman wondered exactly how Elijah would react to Marcel's … or rather Juliet's plan.

"I will not release that filth." Elijah turned on his heel and walked away from Marcel, leaving the younger vampire to consider his options with Juliet standing by his side.

"Now what are we gonna do?" Marcel asked the woman, his eyes glued on Elijah's straightened back. "He's not going to just let Tristan leave; he wants revenge."

"Oh he'll eventually come around. Either that or you will force his hand with the help of the Stryx."

"That's a suicide mission; we'll lose most of the ones who show."

"That's a sacrifice we'll have to take," Juliet spoke, her eyes finally finding Marcel's concerned expression. "Oh will you lighten up. You just asked Elijah to trust you; can't you do the same for me? I know what I'm doing. I've studied them since the very beginning. If anyone knows the Mikaelsons, it's me. Now I know you have a plan to make Elijah listen." Marcel raised a brow at Juliet, surprised by her words. He nodded as he looked toward the Stryx members that were standing – slightly hidden – behind Marcel. "Aya gave you the stake, didn't she?" This time, Marcel took a step back, his eyes wide at how Juliet knew. The woman smiled at him as she suddenly became slightly annoyed at Marcel. "Who do you think made it? Now go after Elijah; I won't stop you." Marcel gave another nod to the woman, giving her a light kiss on the cheek before running after Elijah. Juliet stood where she was as she watched him vamp-speed after the Original Vampire.

"Elijah I'm not finished!" Marcel yelled as he stopped in the living room. Elijah stopped on the spiral staircase looking coldly at the man.

"Why don't you run along to your little friends and remind them that any attack on me is a really bad idea." Juliet took her strides to where they were, but stayed hidden where Elijah couldn't see her as she asset the situation.

"That's not gonna work; they're as stubborn as you are."

"So stay away from them, Marcel, before I interpret your behavior as an act of betrayal." Elijah's words visibly offended Marcel as he glared at Elijah for a moment before he replied.

"That's the thing, Elijah." Marcel reached into his inner jacket pocket, pulling out the stake Aya had given to him. "See, I betrayed you before I even got here." Elijah turned at the sound of footsteps to see a dozen suit-clad male members of the Stryx flooding into the room from every entrance. Elijah turned back to Marcel and gave him another cold look as he wondered where Juliet had gotten too.

It didn't take long for Elijah to begin his battle with Marcel. The two engaged in an intense fist-fight while Juliet watched from the balcony, her eyes following the two vampires. With her arms crossed over her chest, the woman admired the way both men fought; she had taught Marcel well. It also didn't take long for Hayley to come running to Elijah's rescue. As the dark-haired woman jumped down from the balcony to the courtyard, Juliet exposed herself as she leaned against the railing. Her eyes glued on Hayley, the woman was even more impressed with the young Hybrid's ability to fight. Note to self, create a dossier of the mother, she thought as her eyes found Marcel once again.

Hayley screamed in frustration as she watched Marcel impale Elijah with a wooden stake from behind; the wooden object sliding itself inside the Original vampire, quickly draining the blood from him. He turned gray, desiccating on the ground while the members of the Stryx worked to destroy Hayley. But the mother was not part of the plan and Juliet jumped down from the balcony to the court yard, walking up behind Marcel as Hayley took down the Stryx members one by one. "She cannot die," Juliet spoke to Marcel. He gave her a nod as the woman walked up to the two living Stryx members – choking Hayley.

In one swift movement, Juliet's hands reached into the bodies of the Stryx members, yanking out their still beating hearts. The men dropped to the ground, allowing Hayley full view of who saved her. The mother coughed as her lungs struggled to get air. "Go to Tristan," Juliet ordered as she turned on her heel to look at Marcel. "Aya should be there."

"What about you?"

"I gotta keep up appearances," the woman informed him, as she nodded toward Elijah. Without another word, Marcel vamp-sped to where Tristan was being kept, finding Aya helping Tristan to his feet.

As Elijah, Freya and Hayley gathered in the living area to discuss the events of the evening, Juliet had left the Mikaelson manor to pay a visit to Marcel in his loft. She waited in his house, staring out into the starry night sky, watching the ships go through the ports while the New Orleans lights illuminated the night sky. With her hands intertwined behind her back, Juliet listened as Marcel walked through the doors with other pair of footsteps behind him. Juliet turned to find Marcel, Tristan and Aya staring back at her; Tristan offering a smile. Sliding her hand into her pocket, Juliet pulled out a vial filled with red liquid and threw it toward the smiling man. "A vial of Klaus's blood; figured you might need that." Aya quickly took the vial, opening it and feeding it to Tristan. The man drank the blood in one large gulp, sighing in relief as his wounds began to heal. His panting breaths subsided as he recovered from his hybrid bites.

"Aye, you've proven yourself quite helpful, Marcel. You have my gratitude," Tristan spoke, his eyes finding Marcel's confused glares.

"We should go, there's much to do," Aya suggested, as the two headed toward the door. This made Marcel scowl in annoyance. "Marcel, we'll be in touch."

"Wait! So, that's it?" Marcel questioned as he turned to look at the two.

"You were expecting something more?"

"Yeah, you're damn right! Your deputy came into my home, threatened me, gave me no choice but to declare war on the most dangerous vampires in the world. Now I'm marked. You talk a lot about my loyalty to the Stryx, how about your loyalty to me?" Marcel turned to look at Juliet, who had been watching him – amused. "And you, what the hell is going on?"

"We have every intention of making good on-" Juliet lifted her hand toward Aya, stopping the woman from speaking.

"Aya that's enough. Can the two of you wait outside for a second; I'll handle this." Aya gave a nod toward Juliet as she escorted Tristan out from Marcel's loft while Marcel looked up to Juliet confused. "When I promised you power, Marcel, I expected it to last. It never crossed my mind that the Mikaelsons would travel back to New Orleans and take that away from you. When I lured Tristan and the Stryx here, I fully intended for you to join regardless of your sire-line; our shared sire-line. Many of them opposed the decision but you proved your strength and mind; and today you proved even more that you belong with them."

"How did you even get twisted up with them in the first place?"

"When Elijah abandoned the Stryx, he left behind a group of vampires that needed to be lead; guided. I made sure to be there for them and in the process I also gave them a new leader; Tristan. I knew they wouldn't listen to me since I was made from Klaus, but Tristan had lived in Elijah's mind for a century. And with me being the wizard behind the curtain, I helped get the Stryx to where it is today. Sure, we were a lot less ruthless back in the day but oh how the times have changed."

"So what does this have to do with me and the Stryx?"

"Times are changing rapidly and a lot of us older vampires are losing touch with the modern world. I feel like it is time for the Stryx to have a new leader; one who has adapted to the new world."

"Me?"

"You. Think you're up for the challenge?"

"How are you gonna get me as the leader of the Stryx when I was made from Klaus?"

"Something I like to call order."

Walking back into the Mikaelson Compound, Juliet let out a soft sigh. She was ready to fall onto her bed and drift off into dream world where things weren't as complicated as the mess she had thrown herself into. Everything within her warned of the dangers of getting caught; fearing the Mikaelsons will soon learn the elaborate plot Juliet had been scheming all along. What once was just a thought finally was coming into action. All she wanted was for the siblings to become unlinked so those she cared about would not be harmed. But all those years of pent up anger was suddenly dissipating every time Elijah was around. There was something about his present nature that lured Juliet's mind in; wanting to know more and more about the way he is now. The Elijah that was shown to no one.

Walking into the living area, Juliet was surprised to find a blonde-haired woman sitting on the couch, her blue eyes looking up to her. The blonde woman rose to her feet, her eyes wide in fright as she stared at Juliet. "Who are you?"

"Settle Camille, she is an ally." Klaus walked from the shadows, a glass of bourbon in his hands as he handed it to the woman. "Juliet, this is my dear friend Camille." Raising a brow, Juliet's eyes traveled back to the blonde. This surprised her as Juliet knew Klaus had a type, but Camille didn't seem like the usual woman he would be associated with.

"She must be quite special for you to be intrigued by her," Juliet spoke as she began making her way up the spiral staircase.

"Pay no attention to my dear friend," Klaus mumbled toward Camille, his voice low. "She hasn't exactly laid with anyone for a while now."

"I heard that!" Juliet yelled down the stairs as she reached the top. A small smile played at her lips as she made her way toward her room. It shouldn't have surprised her to see Elijah standing in her room, his body facing the window while his eyes stared outside the glass. "Can we do this tomorrow I'm really tired?" Juliet sighed, standing by her open door. But Elijah stayed where he was, lifting his hand to the stone wall.

"Interesting that you saved Hayley from the Stryx members," the man started in a low voice. Juliet rolled her eyes as she folded her arms across her chest. "One would have thought you would turn your back and allow them to-"

"Kill her?" Juliet interrupted. "Why, because you think that I want to kill all the women you've learned to love?"

"No." Elijah turned to look at the woman, his hands sliding in his pockets. "I very well know you would not do that as you had let Celeste live." Juliet narrowed her eyes at the man, wondering what else Shia had told him. "You care about my happiness." His words were more of a statement and not a question, something that Juliet understood but knew she couldn't explain to him. However, Elijah understood how she felt. All she wanted was to gut him like a fish in revenge for Elijah basically signing her death certificate, but she loved him to the point where all she wanted was for him to be happy. This feeling was familiar as Elijah had to sit back and watch the woman he loved marry and be with another man. "I understand how you feel. Of course, I know nothing of being left to die but I know the feeling of loving someone to the point where you want them to be happy … even if it's not with you."

Through her eyelashes Juliet looked up to Elijah, watching him closely as he gripped the two glasses of bourbon from her night stand. He took slow strides toward the woman, holding out a glass as a sign of a white flag. She took the glass from him, allowing their touching skin to linger for a moment before she raised the glass as a toast. "To new alliances," Juliet spoke, a brow rising. Elijah nodded in agreement as he tapped his glass against hers.

Author's Note:

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