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.
Wild At Heart pt. 1
"Tristan de Martel led and guided this organization for centuries. He was a radical thinker, a decisive leader, and – to each of you here tonight, both a mentor and a friend. He was in one word –disobedient." At the Davilla Estate, Juliet had called a meeting with the Stryx colony just a few days after she had Elijah drop the green shipping container into the deepest depths of who knows. She stood at the head of a very long wooden dining table as the rest of the associates sat, looking up at her with obedient stares. Aya, on the other hand, glared her way. The two women never did like each other; hell, it was because of Tristan that the stubborn vampire was still alive. But with him gone, Juliet questioned herself; why was Aya still alive? Alternative motives, Jules. Just be patient.
Marcel sat at the table next to her, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as the woman spoke. The two had had a good time for the last couple of nights as Juliet did her best to avoid the Mikaelson family. Not only had Marcel made her feel as though she was flying high on cloud nine, but he had – temporarily – forced Elijah out from her mind. Lifting his glass, Marcel called for a toast for the previous Stryx leader. It was Marcel's turn to receive a glare from Aya, giving him a suspicious look while the other associates raised their glasses before taking a sip.
"Though there is a grievance for his loss, we should not allow that defeat to hamper our cause," Aya began. "We will stand united in the face of this tragedy – of singular mind and of singular heart." As she spoke, a blonde-haired young woman wearing a black hooded cloak walked into the room and joined Aya who walked to the head of the table. Both Marcel and Juliet were intrigued by the young woman's presence. Within a mere second, Juliet could sense the power radiating off her body; a witch. "To that end, I've asked our witch, Ariane, to conduct an assessment. Tell me, Ariane – when you looked into their hearts, what did you see?" Juliet raised a brow as she realized Aya had her own plan up her sleeves, something that she was not fond of. It was because of disobedience which landed Tristan at the bottom of the ocean, pushed far back in Juliet's mind. Ariane and Aya looked around at the vampires seated before them, and they all looked curious – some slightly nervous. "Was it loyalty? Or something else?"
"Before each of you lies a card. A divination of your truest self. If your intentions are pure, you should not fear what it shows." With this, Marcel grew visibly nervous as he looked down at the plate before him, where a tarot card laid face-down. Aya walked over to the man to her left who turned the card over to reveal a Knight of Pentacles.
"A loyal knight," Aya announced; a smile on her lips. She walked to the next man who turned the card over. It, too, was a Knight of Pentacles. The next woman also had the same card. When Aya reached the man sitting direct across from Marcel, the man rose to his feet and spun so he was standing nose-to-nose with Aya.
"I owe no allegiance to you." The male vampire sneered at both Aya and Juliet. Before Aya could say anything, Juliet sped next to the man, her eyes slowly changing into her vampire red. "I will not follow a woman.
"Having a woman in charge should be an honor, not a discomfort. And for your disloyalty, you will be granted from this group." Juliet's head tilted slowing, her eyes focusing on the man. As her red stare pierced through him, the male vampire's expression slowly changed from anger to pain while Juliet's spell worked. His blood boiled, cooking the man from the inside out; a slow and very painful death. Blood began to pour from his tear ducks and nostrils, his yell echoing through the room before he finally fell to the floor, desiccated. "I will not tolerate anyone conspiring to use our present circumstances as an opportunity for a power grab."
Aya lifted up the tarot card that was given to the recently deceased vampire so that the table can see it. It's the Hanged Man. After a moment, Aya put the card down and gave Marcel a serious look. "And you, Marcel Gerard?" the woman questioned, her eyes narrowing to slits. Despite Marcel's obvious fear of what was in store for him, he forced himself to stare in her eyes. "Do you seek to betray the group?"
"I'm hurt you even have to ask," Marcel responded confidently, his shoulders back as he smiled weakly. Juliet, however, became quickly annoyed with Aya and her tactics. Rolling her eyes, Juliet folded her arms across her chest and huffed. Aya, already annoyed with the woman, mimicked the huff and looked to Marcel, insinuating his disloyalty to the association. Her eyes still glared into him as his did the same.
"He doesn't even belong here. His sire-line is our enemy."
"And yet you're perfectly okay with me as your leader? Do you forget it was Klaus's blood which turned me? And did you forget it was I who took over and even helped this organization flourish after Elijah abandoned it? Something he is quite good at if you recall."
"There's no harm in checking his card." Just as Aya reached for the tarot card, Juliet slammed her hand down on it. Magically, the woman changed the result of the card before flashing it to Aya and the other associates.
"I don't like you, Aya. But I keep you around because your presence intimidates Elijah. Don't give me a reason to have you join Tristan." Aya's eyes briefly widened at the threat, hating the power Juliet held over her. Since the very beginning, there had been a back and forth between the two women - a competition of sorts. When Tristan was in power, Juliet coached and guided his every move, treating him like a puppet for her own cause. This Aya did not like. Aya believed Tristan had the capability of running the group on his own without Juliet's hand in the matter. She had gotten her wish when Juliet's attention was pulled in a different direction; when Marcel was finally turned into a vampire.
The story of Marcel intrigued her and the connection he held with the Mikaelson family - especially Niklaus. As Juliet left Tristan in charge of the Stryx under the condition of sending reports of new members, deceased members and promising stand-outs who showed outstanding sportsmanship and loyalty.
Loyalty was very important to Juliet; if a member broke it, the order for that member's head would be issued. Marcel had shown great loyalty since the start of his relationship with the Mikaelson family, earning him a visit from the woman. At first, Marcel pledged his alliance with his vampire family; impressing her. Even after being bribed with all the riches he could ever ask for and more, Marcel declined Juliet's offer. That was until Juliet saved Marcel from none other than the Mikaelson father and a burning/collapsing theater while the Mikaelson family fled.
A vicious circle.
When Juliet came to Marcel's rescue, providing him with her own testimony, Marcel converted his loyalty to Juliet Ambrosia. And as promised, Juliet helped make him the King of New Orleans while the other supernatural beings were bumped down the food chain. His alliance was clear, but his loyalty to Aya was apparent.
"If anyone else has objections to the new order, I highly recommend you speak now or face death later." The members shook their heads as Aya rolled her eyes. This made Juliet smile a victorious grin, flashing it to Aya. "Good. Now we may continue. These are uncertain times and we need to be certain of each other." Both Marcel and Juliet watched as Aya walked back toward Ariane. "Despite what Elijah Mikaelson may want to portray, the threat of the prophecy is still very real. And a threat to your sire is a threat to you all. I, for one, am committed in ensuring your continued survival." Aya picked up a wine glass and held it in the air. Her eyes found Juliet's and the woman smiled darkly before adding.
"By whatever means necessary."
Klaus returned home when he walked upstairs to his room to find empty blood bags in his bed. Sighing in annoyance, he picked them up and threw them aside onto the floor, droplets of blood leaking from the torn bags and staining the century old decorative rug. It had been days since there was any sign of Juliet and Klaus was beginning to worry on top of already being worried about the newly turned vampire – Camille. It seemed both women he cared about were missing and it honestly infuriated him more than it saddened him. With an entire life filled with the fear of being alone, it felt as if both women rejected his presence and, instead, began to look elsewhere for entertainment. With this haunting his mind, Klaus stormed out from his bedroom and walked into Elijah's study where the Original vampire sat peacefully eyeing through old notes printed on parchment. "Where the bloody hell is she?" Klaus questioned firmly through gritted teeth.
"With two women missing from this house, I must inquire which person are you harping about?" Klaus sighed in exasperation as Elijah hadn't looked up from his research to continue their conversation. Assuming Klaus had meant Camille, the man continued speaking. "Just refresh my memory, Niklaus. Was I the one who handed her a daylight ring? Oh no, that's right. That was Juliet."
"She left, didn't she?" Niklaus rolled his eyes at his brother's insufferable sarcastic attitude. With the entire world at her feet, Klaus worried for Camille who hadn't learned to control her thirst for blood; the empty blood bags leaking on his expensive floor was proof of that.
"Shocking turn of events, yes. So, why don't you go and find her? Whichever 'she' you mean. And while you do that, I shall deal with the growing nightmare of our family's potential extinction."
"Yes, always the diligent defender, despite the fact that the danger has somewhat subsided, what with Tristan de Martel now literally sleeping with the fishes?" Klaus reminded, still impressed with how Juliet handled the situation. He had so many questions; mainly how did she pull something like that off without the brothers knowing?
"A darker threat remains. Now, if something out there is capable of killing us," Elijah lowered his voice in a mocking whisper. "We should probably know about it."
Klaus sighed, unappreciative of Elijah's sarcastic attitude so early in the morning but understood where he was coming from. "I'd love to. However, I got Camille into this mess…" Before he could continue on his destructive rampage on himself, an exasperated and overwhelmed looking Hayley walked into the study with her daughter balanced on her hip.
"She left around sunrise," the woman informed the men. At the sound of Hayley's voice, Elijah turned and stared at her in surprise while Klaus looked at them both with concern. "My guess is that she needed some air?" When Elijah and Klaus continued to stare silently at her, Hayley sighed, knowing they were waiting for the explanation of how she knew Cami left. "I couldn't sleep. I saw her leaving from my balcony." The woman paused and fidgeted nervously for a moment before speaking again. "So I was wondering if maybe it was okay if Hope and I stay here for a few days?"
Elijah looked surprised but not unhappy to hear her request; he nodded at her with a weak smile. "Of course you may." Klaus, surprised by his brother's answer, moved his gaze upon Elijah, his eyes wide. Klaus never understood why Elijah did what he did, but he trusted there was a very plausible explanation for everything. However, when it came to Hayley and Juliet, Klaus was very confused as to what Elijah was doing. He assumed Elijah had no clue on what he was going to do about both women.
Hayley offered an appreciative look as Elijah's phone vibrated. The man reluctantly pulled out the device to check the recipient. Giving a reluctant and apologetic look to the woman, Elijah excused himself to deal with the phone call. Once Elijah exited the room, Klaus offered Hayley a comforting smile and approached her on his way out the door. "Hayley, this family comes with many, many hardships. But there is at least one benefit; you will always have a home here." It was apparently the woman was still grieving over the loss of her husband, but she was grateful for Klaus's rare kindness. Hope began to whimper when her father left the room; Hayley sadly bounced the girl on her hip to sooth her.
Out in the hallway, Elijah had hung up with Aya when Klaus pushed him against the wall, pinning him. Elijah, caught off guard, stared up to his younger brother puzzled from the sudden reaction. "Have you no decency or regard for anyone besides yourself? Have you really gone this mad with the prophecy that you've forgotten about everyone else around you?" Elijah was still confused on what Klaus was talking about, but before he could question him, Klaus continued. "You invite Juliet – your former lover and woman you were to be wedded to - to live with us, without asking me first, and she still resides here. Now, you invite Hayley – the woman you have an obvious attraction to. What the hell are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking that Hope is my niece, your daughter, and needs a stable place to be in right now."
"Stable? Have you lived here long enough?" Klaus inquired, his arm being pushed off by his brother. "This place isn't exactly safe or stable for her. You're doing this on your own accord and it's going to bite you in the ass, brother. And I won't be there to pick up the pieces." And with that, Klaus sulked off as Elijah stood where he was, watching his brother leave.
It wasn't hard to find Camille. Vampires are naturally creatures of habit and the woman had been in a routine before turning; Rousseau's was the obvious place to look. Juliet walked into the bar and noticed the blonde woman right away, compelling a sexist, and misogynistic frat boy to provide a hefty tip for the underpaid and horribly treated bartender. Juliet admired this, liking that Camille was using her new found abilities for good use. With the smile still plastered on her face, Juliet approached the blonde, her hands clapping slowly. "I'm impressed. You're using your newfound powers for good. I guess Niklaus hadn't infiltrated your brain after all." Camille spun on her heel to find Juliet with her hands on her hips, the adoration in her eyes.
"Is that what you were worried about?" Camille assumed, her voice immediately dipping into a defensive manner.
"Me? Worried? Oh not at all, my dear. I knew instantly you'd be a wonderful vampire and make it. It was Klaus who was worried about you. Then again, he's merely worried that you'll leave him since loneliness is his greatest phobia." As she spoke, Juliet scanned the bar patrons, spotting a man at the end of the bar wearing only black. With a raised brow, it didn't take long for Juliet to realize who it was. Klaus.
"Then again I recommend asking him since he is over there." The women looked to Klaus, who had turned to look at them after Juliet spotted him. Klaus, with a victorious grin, approached the women.
"The both of you have some explaining to do."
Author's Note:
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