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.
Heart Shaped Box pt. 1
That night Juliet had slept better than she had in awhile. Whether it was due to Marcel being in control of the Stryx and she no longer needed to worry about the status of the Associates or if it was because she knew her own plan was trucking along; regardless, Juliet quite enjoyed waking up to the sun's rays sauntering through her blinds. Her brown eyes fluttered as her arms stretched above her head – her spine cracking under the thick and expensive blankets Rebekah had owned. Staying in the Mikaelson Compound overnight wasn't what she had imagined her night to be like, but after her phone conversation with Marcel, Niklaus had found her with a worried look. The man believed it was Camille who was in trouble; calling Juliet to find some kind of consolation. A wave of relief filled his heart when Juliet assured him it was nothing and it was something she could handle.
To her surprise, Niklaus invited her back in to accompany him for another drink. What his agenda was, Juliet was unsure of, but the woman obliged and happily returned to the courtyard's bar area with a smile on her face and glass in hand. It hadn't occurred to her until then how much she had been drinking since being around the Mikaelson's; they surely had quite the affect on her already. Nevertheless, the woman stayed where she was and laughed with Klaus like two old friends reminiscing on good times. They spoke about their losses – the pain that came with the consequences of becoming a vampire. They spoke about the smiles and laughter that they had experienced whether it was maniacal or heartfelt. They spoke about memories they shared and lanes they were walking on simply because it popped up into their minds. For the first time in a very long time, Juliet had a normal night.
Sitting up, Juliet's smile faltered when she realized Freya accompanied the room with her. The blonde girl sat at Rebekah's vanity, her eyes on Juliet; threatening. It took every ounce in her to not roll her eyes at the experienced witch as Juliet pushed the blankets off from her body, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "Freya darling, I'm not sure how much your dear aunt Dahlia taught you about manners, but it is rude to enter a room while someone is sleeping without notice," Juliet spoke sarcastically, pulling on one of Rebekah's black robes. "One would think you're plotting."
"Friend or foe?" the blonde questioned. However, with those words being the only form of contact she was offering, Juliet raised a brow at her and huffed.
"This isn't how you play twenty questions."
"Are you a friend or foe?" Freya repeated, however this time the girl stood to her feet, walking closer to Juliet.
"I understand, seeing as I never met you personally before all this, that you would be protective of your family, especially the brothers. But let me give you a quick history lesson; I was their second sister regardless of blood. They welcomed me in when we were children while you were learning how to properly handle your magic." Freya's glare only grew harder as Juliet spoke. Realizing she probably should push another witch; the woman let out a soft sigh and apologized. "What Dahlia did was unacceptable and inhumane. She should have never taken you away from your family; you were just a child. But now you have them back after a thousand years and you're trying to make it seem like you were always there. I admire you for that; I admire you for coming back right away. But like you, I had reasons as to why I couldn't come back. I'm sure you can understand that." Freya's glare lessened little by little until her eyes soon became pooled with tears threatening to fall. "To answer your question, I am a friend and I will always be a friend." With a nod, Freya wiped away her tears and offered Juliet a smile.
"You know all these years I wished I could have been with them but I only got to see them once in a very rare blue moon. You, on the other hand, had people watching them…"
"To make sure they were safe while I attended to my own needs," Juliet interrupted, ensuring Freya didn't get the wrong idea.
"Well then, I guess I should be saying thank you for keeping them safe," the girl spoke, her head falling a bit as her face fell. "I'm sorry for approaching you like this."
"Its fine Freya, like I said, I understand. Just next time, please don't watch me sleep." Freya's lips curved into a light smile at the woman's words before she went to leave the room. As she opened the door, Elijah appeared; his fist in the air mid-knock.
"Freya … not the face I was expecting," he spoke, his eyes searching the room finding Juliet in the corner rolling her eyes.
"Anyone else want to join the slumber party?" Juliet sarcastically spoke as she ventured toward Rebekah's closet looking for clothes to wear for the new day. Freya walked off while Elijah entered the room, closing the door behind him. This didn't concern Juliet in the slightest as it wasn't the first time Elijah had entered without permission, an agenda hidden behind his dark stare. "And what, might I ask, has granted me the honor to deem a visit from the noble Elijah Mikaelson so early in the morning?" the woman asked, her sarcasm continuing as her hands glided through the many racks of collected clothing items. Juliet had settled on a black sheer blouse which puckered at the shoulders, a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and red Mary-Jane heels; one of the perks of being a vampire was not feeling the pain of wearing heels all day like a human would. Setting the clothing on the bed, Elijah walked over to the vanity where he picked up one of Rebekah's vintage perfume bottles.
"I've come to apologize." Juliet stopped in her tracks, her head snapping to the man with a look of awe. Elijah Mikaelson, the noble one, really lived up to his reputation. "I should have known that you out of all people wouldn't do anything to harm this family. We took you in; we kept you safe as best as we could from your monstrous father. You were like a sister to use growing up and then so much more later in life. You were my first love and I should have never believed for a second that you would have been an enemy."
"Elijah please …"
"No Juliet; listen to me. This prophecy has us all on edge; it's hard to determine who is against us and who is with us. But you helped us already with Tristan, despite being the true leader behind the Stryx. And you certainly did choose the right person to lead them now. I'm sure anything else you have concocted in that brilliant brain of yours is all to ensure that my family is safe and for that I truly apologize for the way I acted." Juliet stood where she was as he spoke, listening intently. She wondered what he had been doing the prior evening for him to seek her acceptance. Had he spoken to Marcel? Would Marcel give her up so easily?
"Elijah your apologies aren't necessary," the woman started as she stripped off her robe, exposing herself in just a bra and underwear. Elijah, unprepared for the sight, turned his face away as she dressed. "In fact, like I was telling your sister, it is understandable the way all of you behaved. I'm not holding anything against the lot of you and you all shouldn't either." Juliet, noticing Elijah had looked away as she dressed, smirked. "Oh come on Elijah, it's not like its nothing you haven't seen before. Nothing's changed. Well … maybe a tattoo or two." Finishing buttoning her jeans, Juliet turned to sit on the bed as she slipped on the heels. Elijah, still hiding his face, felt his cheeks glow a rosy red.
"It's still polite to look away," he spoke, turning to check if she was decent.
"You really are the noble one, aren't you?" Juliet asked, rhetorically. Finishing up, the woman stood to her feet and made her way over to him. "Just know that everything I do, I do for the safety of those I care about. Now come, I'm famished." Elijah followed closely behind the woman as she made her way out of Rebekah's room. Once the door opened, the scent of human blood filled her nostrils and her eyes slowly began to change. It had been quite some time since she had fed and the control over her vampire instincts were slowly beginning to lose.
Rounding the corner, Juliet was met with Freya's annoyed stare toward Klaus who was holding one of New Orleans' finest over the balcony into the courtyard. "I see we're in for another normal Mikaelson breakfast," Freya spoke, her arms folded across her chest.
"Niklaus!" Juliet yelled, her annoyance evident in her tone.
"Niklaus for Heaven's sake, release the poor creature," Elijah commanded, his hands stuffing in his pockets. The police chief whimpered and shook his head frantically, but Klaus simply shrugged and dropped the man, allowing him to fall to the court yard. However, before the man could hit the ground hard, Juliet lifted her hand toward the man, spilling out a few incantations to save him from his fall. Surprised by this, the police chief carefully placed his feet back on the ground before running out of the Compound. "That's not what I meant," Elijah ended, shooting a glare toward his brother.
Klaus unapologetically smirked as he walked past the trio and sauntered into the upstairs living area. "He'll live. And he'll remember to do better." Elijah and Freya exchanged glances before they all followed behind Klaus.
"Is all this torture really necessary?" Freya inquired. Yes, Juliet mentally answered as she leaned against the living room doorframe, her arms crossing. Footsteps echoed through the hallway, restless and quick. Ignoring his sister's question, Klaus instead called out to the footsteps.
"Where have you been?" Instantaneously, an annoyed Marcellous walked into the room, glaring at Klaus and his tactless behavior before responding with a sarcastic comment.
"I was making sure that the Stryx and their witches are out trying to find your loony ex-girlfriend. Is that okay by you?" Juliet sighed, completely over with the constant fighting and bickering between everyone as Elijah tried interrupting the two. "All of our heads are on the chopping block because he lost the one thing that can kill an Original." Although Marcel knew the truth about where the White Oak really was, Juliet was impressed at how well he was playing it up.
"It's not his fault that Cami was waving the White Oak around like a kite, or that Aurora made a deal with one of your witches." Juliet, still standing by the door, allowed her gaze to fall to the ground. It wasn't Marcel's witch who betrayed the Coven, it was her witch. Madison was very young when Juliet found her in an orphanage, scared and unlike all the other little kids. The first incident happened after she was scared; igniting all the stuffed animals on fire with her mind. The next incident happened after one of the other little girls threatened her; with her mind, Madison magically flung the girl against the wall. It was after this incident when Juliet went to see the young girl and decided it was time to adopt the poor child. She was faithful in her craft and listened to everything Juliet had taught her; why she had made an alliance with Aurora caused Juliet grief – she'd never know why.
Finding the conversation again, Juliet noticed Freya was no longer in the room and Elijah inquiring about Madison. "Nothing. No one knows how Aurora got to her. No one knows where Aurora is. Our coven hit the same cloaking spell as Freya," Marcel answered, taking the authority over his new group. This Klaus found pompous and disliked the way Marcel associated himself with them.
"Your coven? Making yourself quite comfortable with the Stryx, aren't you?" he commented, earning a glare from Juliet.
"Yeah, to help you," Juliet interrupted, her arms falling to her side as her leg pushed her body off the wall. "Don't forget Klaus, I was the one who orchestrated Marcellous becoming the new King Pin; if you have an issue with it, take it up elsewhere." Klaus got to his feet as Juliet approached them – the two sending daggers to each other.
"Niklaus, why don't we reserve any malevolent intentions for ex-girlfriends? Shall we?" Juliet and Klaus continued to scowl at each other before Juliet excused herself along with Marcel. As the two of them walked out from the room, she could feel both Original set of eyes staring holes into her back.
Outside of the Compound, Marcel said nothing as he followed closely behind Juliet – her anger evident. They approached his vehicle and he held open the passenger side door for her, the woman giving a thankful smile as she settled in the seat. One would think with the way the evening went, Klaus would have opened up and trusted Juliet's judgment a little more. However, Klaus Mikaelson was on a rampage and that meant no prisoners, no compassion and definitely no trust besides his immediate family. It looked like this was another fight Juliet would have to venture in alone.
Staring out the passenger window, the woman watched as the New Orleans city flashed by, Marcel moving the car faster than necessary. "Where to boss?" the man asked, his hands tightly on the steering wheel.
"I must say, you are doing a fantastic job at playing up the clueless leader card," Juliet complemented, finally averting her gaze to meet his. "No really Marcel, I am impressed." The man sent a smile her way, a slight giddy feeling filling him. "I need to see Davina," the woman continued, finally answering his earlier question.
The Davilla Estate was eerily quiet as Marcel and Juliet walked through the corridors. Davina was located in the pool room shuffling around in preparation of a magical circle. Juliet's hearing picked up the girl's slightly increased breathing and even more increased heart rate which caused her brow to rise. Something was going on with the girl and Juliet was curious to know what it was. Walking a little faster, Juliet rounded the corner to find the Hand of Glory settled by the magical circle used with salt and white candles at all of the cardinal points prepared by Davina. Rolling her eyes, the girl didn't look up from her work as she began speaking. "Let me guess, Aya needs something else done?" Davina questioned; her annoyance eminent in her tone of voice. Marcel, hurt from the greeting, kneeled down next to her to speak on her level.
"Actually, we came here to let you know that we're on your side," the man spoke softly.
"Then maybe you can tell Aya to let me bring back Kol permanently," Davina suggested.
"D, I hear you, but we need to talk priorities. Kol has been dead. He can stay dead a little while longer. But my life could end at any minute." Davina frowned, knowing he was right and eventually nodded in agreement before she replied. Mumbling something under her breath, the girl rose to her feet, followed by Marcel, and walked over to Juliet. The woman happily welcomed Davina into her arms, engulfing her in a tight hug.
"Please tell me you don't trust her," Davina pleaded, her arms still wrapped around her protector's torso.
"We don't trust her, my dear. But we do trust you and in that sense, you need to trust us, okay?" Juliet answered, looking down to the girl. "Aya is always going to be playing her own little game, just like a lot of others in this town. But now, more than ever, we have got to stick together and when this is all over, I personally will help you get back your pain-in-the-ass boyfriend from the dead." Davina smiled happily up to Juliet at the sound of her promise and thanked her by squeezing a little harder. Just then, Juliet's cell-phone began vibrating in her pocket. Please don't be a Mikaelson, Juliet pleaded – however her prayer wasn't answered. Pulling away from Davina, Juliet pulled out her phone and spotted Klaus's name flashing on the screen. "What?"
"A forest of pine, and a box made so fine. Come quickly. If not, then poor Freya will rot, buried in dirt for all time." Klaus's voice rang through the speaker, his words forcing Juliet's face to scrunch in confusion.
"What in the bloody hell are you talking about?"
"Aurora left this barbaric limerick behind after taking Freya prisoner; care to join us in finding the wench?" Juliet's eyes widened upon hearing the news, finding Marcel's worried gaze.
"I'll be right there."
Author's Note:
I'd like to take this time and grant a thank you to those who are reading this story. I really appreciate your time. Please review as it is very motivating and inspiring whenever an author receives a review – even if it's just saying 'job well done'.
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