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.

A Ghost along the Mississippi pt. 1

"Bourbon for breakfast?" Juliet stood in the kitchen, her eyes looking outside the window toward the blue skies. She hadn't slept. She couldn't. Not after what she had done the previous night. Driving a dagger through her best friend's heart was never in her sights, but keeping the Mikaelson's alive to ensure no other vampire linage was vanquished was a priority. But for how long? How much longer did Juliet need to stay alongside the Mikaelson family? How much longer could she handle her boxed up emotions for Elijah? It was hard to say, and she received no answer while the woman meditated in her room during the night. It seemed no matter how much Juliet tried to contact the ancestors; they would not answer her questions or implicate any kind of communication. "Doesn't seem appropriate."

Turning her torso to glance at the Original Vampire, her arm crossed, Juliet gave him a small shrug. "After running a dagger through the heart of my best friend, I think it's pretty damn appropriate." Turning back to look out the window, the woman watched as a few crows soared overhead, their wings riding the wind.

"I want to thank you for that; for doing something I couldn't."

"There's no room for weakness during these times, Elijah. Even if it is for 'always and forever'." Turning to look at Elijah one more time, Juliet noticed Niklaus standing at the doorway with blood-stained hands and tears in his eyes. "Nik, what the hell happened?" Juliet questioned as she set the glass down against the kitchen island to walk toward her friend.

"It's not mine," Klaus informed her, holding up a hand. "It's Cami's." Juliet and Elijah exchanged glances, confused as to what happened to the new woman in Klaus's life. "We went to bed last night and this morning I woke up to her throat slit and …" Nik could not finish his sentence as he began to erupt into sobs. Juliet caught the man in her arms, holding him tightly as he cried into her arm. "This can't happen. Not again." Closing her eyes as Niklaus slumped in her arms; the woman knew exactly what he was talking about. Years ago when Niklaus had found Juliet in the cave, almost torn to pieces with blood leaking from her wounds, Klaus had to watch light fade from the eyes of the woman he loved. Now, years later, Klaus was experiencing the same loss.

"How did this happen?" Elijah questioned as he walked to his brother, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. But Klaus didn't answer as he hadn't a clue as to why he woken up next to a deceased Cami, her blood staining the bed sheets. With the absence of an answer, Elijah let out a soft sigh as he stared coldly into the other room. "You take as much time as you need to mourn her death, dear brother. But I'd advise you do it quickly as we have an enemy coming for us."

Juliet stared at the brother, her eyes wide with shock; how could Elijah be so cold? Klaus rose from her arms and, without a word, made his way back toward his bedroom – wiping his eyes clean from the salty tears. Still the woman kept her eyes on Elijah, shaking her head. "For someone who believes so highly in always and forever, you sure don't seem to care too much about it."

"What is it that you just said? There's no room for weakness during these times, Elijah. Even if it is for always and forever?" Juliet folded her arms across her chest as she stared harshly as the man as he repeated her words.

"Klaus just lost someone he loved. Even you can understand that defeat." Rolling her eyes, Juliet walked off from Elijah's presence, knowing if she stayed in it much longer her irritation would get the best of her.

"And I just lost my sister yet again." The man took strides to follow her, his hands dug deep into his pant pockets.

"A sister who was set on killing the mother of your niece. A sister who was under the influence of a deadly dark magic spell set out to kill you and your family. Besides, once the prophecy is over you'll get your sister back, Klaus on the other hand…." Just as the woman was going to finish her speech, she listened intently to hear the breath of another person in the home; a person who sounded like Cami. Her brows furrowed, her eyes focused on the ground as she continued to listen in on what sounded like Cami waking up from her transition of becoming a vampire. "Aurora."

In the study, Elijah stripped off his suit jacket and placed it around the chair before he joined his brother by the bar, looking at Klaus with concern. "How is she?" Elijah inquired, speaking of Cami and her decision of becoming a vampire or permanently dying. Juliet watched the men by the window, the sun's rays warming her olive skin. Her shoulder leaned lightly against the stone arch, her arms folded across her chest with a hand raised to her daylight necklace. She listened intently to the man, but the sound of Cami's sobs rang vaguely in Juliet's ears. Anger flared within Juliet and regret for not killing Aurora when she had the chance. Hearing the woman's cries brought Juliet's memories back to when she woke up from her slumber and transition to a vampire; it terrified her and completely broke her apart to realize what she had become. And knowing what she did about Cami, Juliet knew the blonde would feel the same way.

Upon waking and realizing her thirst for blood overpowered every other sensation in her body, Juliet soon understood what had happened. The metallic taste of Klaus's vampire blood lingered on her tongue and her mind clicked as she connected the dots together; ingesting the blood of a vampire gave birth to more. Coming into this information should have been eye opening; a revelation. Instead, Juliet mourned her life – the life that she would never have. The woman looked forward to having children of her own; get married and live a full life with her husband. All the things she wanted to experience as a human were things she would never get the opportunity to do; and that killed her.

And just like herself, it wasn't a life Cami wanted for; she wanted to grow old and live the life mortals where meant to live. She wanted a normal life, not one plagued by the supernatural and by the Mikaelson family. And yet, like every one they came in contact with, Cami broke and her dreams were destroyed.

"Now brother, think. Think. Tristan needs the most powerful witch in the city to activate that weapon." Juliet looked up to the men, hoping they would not look in her direction. And her prayers were answered when Elijah continued speaking. "A Regent." In all honesty, Juliet was a bit offended the brother's hadn't looked her way when it came to answering that question; however they hadn't witnessed the full capacity of her powers.

"Vincent," Klaus clarified with a sneer. "Who was once possessed by Finn," the man continued as he stood to rush out the room. Quickly, Elijah gripped his arm, stopping him.

"Stay here. She'll need you, brother." Klaus gave a nod to his brother before rushing off to attend to Cami. Juliet stood to her feet, slow clapping at Elijah. He rolled his eyes, showing his clear annoyance by her actions. "Are you coming or are you going to stay here?" the man offered, his hands being stuffed into his pockets.

"As much as I would love to hear the agitating sounds of Cami adjusting to vampirism, I'd much rather find Vincent," Juliet answered sarcastically, her legs moving toward Elijah. Together they walked out from the Mikaelson Compound and began making their way toward the cemetery where they were sure Vincent would be.

In the car, Juliet rode silently in the passenger seat as Elijah kept his eyes on the road. Their trek to the cemetery was not a long one, but with the awkward silence between them; it felt as if Elijah was taking all the alleyways and unnecessary turns just to prolong the drive. Her eyes stared out to the moving scenery while her mind traveled to different places; places which scolded her for visiting the emotions she once had for him. Before agreeing to be the moving pawn in the plan, the woman was sure any emotions she felt for man had vanished; hell, that was the reason why she stayed away from the family for so long. But it seemed not even she was immune to the man's charms; the way he smelled, the way he spoke – even the way he sauntered near her made her heart melt away the ice which had frozen over time.

And it seemed her thoughts were transparent as Elijah lightly placed his hand over hers residing in her lap. Looking over to him, the woman kept her stare hard with no emotion. But even she could tell he saw right through her. "When this is all over, maybe we should talk," he spoke, his eyes finding hers for a brief moment.

"There's nothing to talk about," Juliet answered, moving her gaze onto the road. She pulled her hand away from his, making his touch fall upon her thigh. "And I would appreciate it if you would stop with the touching." Immediately Elijah pulled his hand away, respecting Juliet's wishes.

"I really do think we need to talk about these circumstances," Elijah began. However, the woman threw her hand up in the air, stopping him from further embarrassing himself.

"I don't know why you think I owe you some kind of explanation, but I owe you nothing. Now eyes forward and drive; we need to get to Vincent." Just as she spot, Elijah had pulled up to the cemetery. Almost immediately, the woman jumped out from the vehicle, wanting nothing more to do with the conversation. There was something about the way Elijah carried himself that lured Juliet in wanted to tell him the truth; reveal everything that she had been planning since the very beginning.

As soon as she set foot upon the cemetery ground, Juliet felt a sort of a power surge course through her body. It felt as if being in the presence of the most powerful and sacred magically ground intensified her own powers causing her heart rate to increase. She felt mighty. Invincible. It was nothing she had ever felt before. "You coming?" Elijah questioned; his back toward her as he made his way inside. Without answering, Juliet followed close behind him listening for the location of the Regent witch of New Orleans. It was rather easy to do as the residual powers from the ancestors helped magnify her powers which allowed her to break through the cloaking spell and pinpoint exactly where he was.

She could hear him taunting another witch; an Opie witch. Proud people and powerful. And it didn't surprise the woman to know Tristan had recruited more powerful witches. She did teach him well after all. The more powerful you are, the less likely you will be struck down. Juliet's words echoed lightly in her head; a statement she repeatedly told Tristan as she trained him to be the insufferable stick in the mud he was today.

Accompanying Vincent and the Opie witch stood a Stryx member, a guard which intervened between the two witches as Vincent's plan of instigating a fight was working. Juliet went to walk faster than Elijah in hopes to reach the Regent witch before trouble showed. Unfortunately for her Elijah had other plans and grabbed hold of her arm, turning her around. He bantered on, explaining why he had the right to hear her explanation for everything; Juliet wasn't listening. Her eyes instead found where Vincent was as he fought off the Stryx vampire; killing the Opie witch. Her brow rose, surprised Vincent had it in him to murder; she underestimated him.

As Vincent rose to his feet, the remaining Stryx vampire he had previously impaled with the pike stared at him with hatred, wanting revenge for the pain Vincent had inflicted. The vampire grabbed Vincent by the wrist, breaking his arm before raising the pike to stab him. It was at that point when Juliet cut off Elijah with a raised hand while the other arm extended, her hand held open. The vampire froze – his arm high in the air – his body trembling. Silently, Juliet casted her favorite spell where the blood boiled from within – killing the vampire. Blood leaked from the Stryx member's eye sockets and nostrils as he fell to the ground, Vincent falling backward.

With Vincent still on the ground, Juliet made her way over to him, extending her hand to help him to his feet. "Vincent, I think it's time we have a chat."

Author's Note:

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