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.

Dead Angels pt. 3

In the amount of time Juliet Ambrosia has been alive, there are a few lifetime mottos she would keep close to heart. One of them pertained to the aftermath of success; once you feel the brilliance of success, bask in it because there will be someone there to try and knock it down. With the worst of the war still to come, the woman decided she would take it upon herself to give a reward for the way the night had turned out. Marcel Gerard was the new leader of the Stryx – a man she had entrusted almost everything with; a man who she highly admired and appreciated. For as long as they remained associates, Juliet knew she could count on Marcel to do the right thing whether or not the right thing benefited him. For example, giving the crown over to Klaus; a selfless act which, in turn, granted him something bigger – more power.

They were – what humans called it – a power couple; or something resembling as such.

Juliet and Marcel were not a couple; both neither identified the other as their partner in life. Things were a little more complicated; however, whenever life got in the way of their happiness, the pair always found themselves falling back in sync. Their little stunt with the Stryx was just another one of those moments where they would connect to help each other out only Juliet was staying in town instead of leaving like she normally would. After Marcel and Juliet left a dumbfounded and pissed off Elijah, they duo returned to his loft where they joined for a drink at his bar area. Their glasses clinked together after a brief toast to the new leader and both parties sipped on the expensive bourbon.

"How do you think Aya is really taking the shift in leadership?" Marcel asked as he felt his body loosen up. Juliet shrugged, not exactly caring what the other woman felt about anything.

"She might not be too happy with it, but in her opinion, she'd rather stand by me – an enemy – than stand next to Elijah." Marcel knew she had a point; Aya hated Elijah probably more than Juliet did. "Besides, I just needed everyone to be distracted from the whole White Oak ordeal while I figured out what exactly I'm going to do about it."

"I still don't understand why you can't just tell them what you're really up to; do you really think they wouldn't understand why you have to do certain things?"

"Please Marcel; this is the Mikaelson's we're talking about. If they found out that their enemy is far beyond anything they can handle … hell, I don't know what they would do." Juliet's gaze fell forward as her mind traveled to places far away. "No; they must be kept in the dark. And no matter how much they might hate me in the meantime, I need to make sure that my own plan is executed properly." Marcel shrugged, knowing there was no talking Juliet out of the way she normally did things. Being such an old entity, the woman still appropriated some of the old way of life into the modern day rituals. "Either way, we're not here to dwell on the war that's coming, we're here to celebrate the new 'Grand Poobah'," Juliet spoke, holding her glass up for another toast. Marcel smiled at her words; he found his modern vocabulary sneaking into Juliet's Victorian vernacular quite funny. As they clinked their glasses once again, Juliet's cell phone began vibrating. Looking to who the caller was, the woman's brow rose to find Camille on the opposite end.

Getting to her feet, the woman answered the phone to find Camille's exasperated voice trembling, but oddly confident. "Aurora." Juliet, confused from the mentioned of an individual who was supposed to be out of the picture, questioned the blonde. "Aurora is plotting something against the family. Davina just called me and told me one of her witch friends, who found me to steal the fake White Oak, was working with Aurora." Closing her eyes, the woman let out a small breath of air in an attempt to calm her anger. And there went my success high.

"I'll take care of things," Juliet informed the blonde before hitting the red 'end' feature on her phone. Turning to find Marcel staring at her, puzzled, the woman grabbed her coat. "Go to Saint James Infirmary; I'm positive there is where you will begin to piece together how to conduct the Associates."

With the way the night had been left off, Juliet was highly surprised when she was able to walk through the Mikaelson Compound doors without trouble. Shaking her head to this, the woman wondered if the family truly cared about their fates or had the weight of the world began to cause their minds to deteriorate. Nevertheless, Juliet was on a mission to find her sire intact and safe. Her life still balanced in his hands and though she knew that would be changing soon, Juliet still needed to make sure he was left alone until then.

Moving her hair behind her ear, Juliet listened for voices inside the home but was surprised to find Klaus standing in the courtyard's bar, staring right at her. She wondered if Elijah had informed her of the day's events and the truth of what she really had been up to all the years of silence. By the way he looked at her, Juliet guessed Elijah had told Klaus everything, including how she helped Marcel become the new leader of the Stryx. Klaus, already infuriated by his own unsuccessful day, charged toward the woman – fangs bared and eyes turned Hybrid yellow. In a shift movement, Juliet raised her hand; fingers extended, and magically stopped the Hybrid from attacking her.

"Now, now Klaus. I know what this might look like but you are my sire and I am here to ensure your safety."

"By making a potential enemy leader of a group notorious for coming after us?"

"For the record, the Stryx never went after anyone; Tristan did. And I'd think you out of anyone would understand why I did this." As she spoke, Elijah joined them in the courtyard, his brows furrowed with a drink in hand. Klaus had resisted his urge to rip Juliet apart and stepped back which in turn allowed Juliet to drop her hand. "Despite my opinion about have Elijah as the leader once again, Aya and the rest of them would never follow you." Juliet directed her words to Elijah, emphasizing the fact that Elijah screwed up. "I gave them someone they would follow; a true leader … someone taught by you." She then directed her words to Klaus. "Marcel is on my side; I am on your side. I really am not the enemy here."

"Why wouldn't you just tell us what you were planning?" Elijah inquired, his brows furrowed.

"Because I know you; the lot of you would want to either intervene somehow or stop me. And I like to do my bidding myself without much help from others. There's a bit of a sweet delight in the end when everyone realizes what I had been up to this whole time and I enjoy that feeling." Juliet spoke with a small smile, knowing full well the Mikaelson brothers knew exactly what she was talking about. "Now, I am here because a certain song bird informed me that Aurora might still be in the picture." The brothers exchanged glances; silently inquiring between each other who was it that informed Juliet. "It doesn't matter who told me only that I know now. And I'm assuming you all have a plan to stop her?"

"Freya is in the process of locating her; yes," was all Elijah had said, pushing Juliet to realize the brothers had no idea what they were going to do about her. Nevertheless, the woman still held some kind of faith in the brothers as they did always manage to get themselves out of harm's way without her help.

"Aurora's involvement changes everything. If Aya and the Stryx had the oak, we could at least be certain Elijah was not the target. But with the weapon in Aurora's hands…" Klaus trailed off, his head shaking at his annoyance. "I should have killed her when I have the chance." Juliet smiled at his words as she took a seat at the bar, pouring herself some of their very expensive alcohol.

"I do wonder which one of us she'll try and kill first. You broke her heart, I… broke her mind. And you," Elijah pointed toward Juliet who was a bit caught off guard by his sudden acknowledgement. "I suppose we all share the sin of Tristan's unceremonious burial at sea."

"It's normally we who pose the threat to our intimates," Klaus grimaced hilariously. "It's an odd feeling, the roles reversed. I always did loathe irony." Juliet smiled at them, loving the fact that they were on the opposing side this time. Seeing them squirm a bit told them they did indeed still have a soul despite the many years of victims haunting their minds.

"I'm going to check with Freya to see if she has gotten anything so far," Elijah spoke, excusing himself from them and made his way up toward where Freya resided. Juliet's dark eyes watched as Elijah rose up the steps and disappeared into one of the many rooms occupying the second floor. As she was occupied watching him, Klaus kept his eyes on her.

"Who told you about Aurora?" Klaus asked, his arms crossed against his chest. For a moment Juliet kept her gaze high where Elijah once was, contemplating whether or not she should reveal her relationship with Camille. However, Juliet prided herself in speaking the truth, whether it was direct or a riddle and she intended to keep her reputation that way. Letting out a soft sigh, her eyes blinked and moved to her sire.

"Camille," she confessed, setting the glass down onto the bar counter. Klaus's eyes widened with anger.

"She is newly turned…"

"Exactly Klaus, she is a newly turned vampire who needs guidance; someone to show her what it really is like to be a vampire. You weren't exactly her first choice but I understood and still understand her emotions. You should be happy it was me she chose as anything that happens with her, I can keep you updated." Klaus listened intently and knew she was right; whether he liked it or not. He hated knowing Juliet was somewhere out there all this time and only now had she decided to show up; years of experience. He wondered if she was still that innocent, sweet child somewhere deep down or had the many years of tragedy influence her differently. "Allow her some time to come around, Klaus. It might take ten years but what is that to us?"

"You might be right," Klaus finally spoke after he took a moment to sit across from her. Just as Juliet was going to give him some more friendly advice, her phone began to vibrate in her pocket. Extracting it, the woman noticed Marcel's name and face popped up on her screen causing a brow to rise. "Something wrong?" Juliet looked up to Klaus and held up a finger before she jumped off from her seat and began making her way out of the Mikaelson Compound.

"What happened?" Juliet answered, hoping nothing went wrong with his new leadership.

"Davina is what happened; Aya is planning on using her more in hopes that Davina can severe our ties with the Mikaelsons." Letting out a soft breath of air, Juliet felt relieved as Marcel spoke.

"Yes Marcel, that was and still is the plan."

"Now that I'm leader, I can make that not happen, right?" Rolling her eyes, Juliet shook her head as she leaned against a brick wall. Moving the conversation outside into an alley way allowed Juliet to magically shield herself from eavesdroppers. "I mean, now that I'm the Grand Poobah, I can make sure Davina isn't involved."

"You can, yes. And I'm not going to lie to you Marcel, you have all the power in the world when it comes to the Stryx; you say jump, they ask how high. You say speak, they'll say how much. But let me explain something to you; Davina is the only one that can get us that incantation on how to severe the links. Once the links are severe that means that no one – no vampire – has to worry about an Original vampire dying. The prophecy will end and factions will no longer exist. Leaving Davina out of this will only bring the war tenfold." Juliet understood his silence on the other end; he was contemplating her words. "Listen Marcel, I know how much you care about her. Me telling you to rescue her; I didn't know the connection you would hold with her but I'm glad you found someone to hold that connection with. But sooner or later you have to learn that she's no longer a child but a powerful witch that will have many purposes in life despite the Ancestors banishing her."

"I'm just scared for her."

"I know. But have I ever let you down?"

Author's Note:

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