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.
An Old Friend Calls pt. 1
"You failed." The words rang through her head, bouncing back and forth within the confines of her mind as Juliet rolled her eyes closed and a soft sigh blew through her nose. An arm was crossed against her chest while her other hand hooked against the back of her neck. For a thousand years she had been planning diligently to find a way around the ancestor's long awaited prophecy; everything had been going the way it was supposed to until she had intersected herself back into the lives of the Mikaelson family. No one would have been able to predict the family's inability to keep their noses out of other people's businesses … then again, Juliet should have known nothing would have gone the way she envisioned in her mind. Both Niklaus and Elijah had that instinct to take control the second they felt incompetent; an instinct even Juliet held.
"Partially failed," the woman corrected her eyes slowly averting to Ezra from the window – her closest Associate. Ezra was the first human Juliet had ever turned. Because of their connection, it was Ezra who helped Juliet the most throughout time in her plans of taking back control from the ancestors. Going along with her plan – as he hated witches – Ezra vowed to follow behind the woman's every move as long as she stuck with their outlines. So far the woman had succeeded in placing everything the right way so the dominos would fall accordingly, however, now with Klaus's sire bond broken, Juliet realized her plan to stop the prophecy was going to require a little more work as it was going to be much harder than anticipated.
"Regardless, an Original sire line is broken…"
"Our sire line," Juliet pointed out, walking over to the bed in Ezra's temporary home. "Though it is a small defeat, you must admit it is nice not having to worry if we're going to spontaneously combust at any moment." Ezra, unable to disagree with the woman, shook his head in an attempt to hide a small grin. "I don't need a reminder at how bad this is beginning to look, Ez; I can see it myself. This hasn't exactly been easy for me."
"If anyone knows how bad you're struggling with being around them again, it's me. I get it – trust me. But now how are we supposed to keep Klaus protected from an army of those who loathe him?" His question struck the woman as odd; many of Klaus's sire links were partying and would not give a second thought to protecting their Original source to their immortality but Ezra stood where he was adamant about protecting the Original vampire. Keeping her dark eyes on him, the woman let out another sigh as her eyes rolled shut. Keeping Niklaus Mikaelson – the world's most feared and hated supernatural being – protected now that his sire bond was broken was going to be a trial, especially since it was those sired by him who truly hated him the most. Powerful vampires all traveling to New Orleans in search of Klaus to kill him was going to be a task in which Juliet knew she could not handle herself.
"I don't know," Juliet finally answered; the first time her answer was as such. For someone who always had the answers for everything, the woman felt powerless as her legs walked her back to the large windows, her gaze falling upon the owners of the home sitting out in the covered patio drinking cool lemonade. Taken back by her answer, Ezra shook his head as he traveled to where she stood, putting his hands on her shoulders; his hands sliding to her arms to give them a light squeeze.
"And what about the missing Stryx members?" the man asked.
"There's no need to worry about them," Juliet quickly responded, giving a shrug.
"I need to worry about them; they're my responsibility."
"Technically they're Marcel's responsibility now. We're just here for the ride. And why does it matter? I told you causalities will have to be put in place; this is one of those times." Juliet huffed, glaring at her reflection. "Enough with the twenty questions, Ez. I'm under enough stress."
"Hey," he mumbled, wrapping his arms around her. Juliet's head fell lightly against his chest as both vampires' eyes ventured out to the horizon. "Things will fall into place," Ezra assured her, his lips giving her head a light kiss. Juliet nodded; grateful she had him on her side even after everything she had to do in order to get the dominos in place. Creating the illusion she was against the Mikaelsons for some, then acting as if she was on the other side with others began to take a toll on the woman and the lies after lies were beginning to blur together. But with Ezra in the shadows, Juliet knew there would be someone out there who knew her intentions were pure.
"I gotta get back to them before they begin to wonder even more." Moving from his embrace, Juliet turned and put a hand on his cheek. "You know I love you right?" she inquired rhetorically as she knew Ezra was already well aware of their relationship. Since she had turned him and taught him the ways of his new life – minus the magic – Juliet and Ezra held a brother/sister relationship since then. Nodding to her words, Ezra lightly pushed the woman before he escorted her out of the home. "I'll keep you updated."
As Juliet made her way to the Mikaelson Compound, the woman dialed her phone to get in contact with Marcel. As she waited for the man to pick up, she noticed a familiar face walking along side the dirt road. With a raised brow, the woman hung up the phone and instructed her driver to stop the vehicle. Exiting the SUV, Juliet called out to the woman. Hayley turned around, surprised to see Juliet not with the Mikaelson siblings. "What are you doing out here?" Juliet asked as she approached Hayley, shielding her eyes from the sun.
"What do you think I'm doing out here?" the mother responded rhetorically. "I'm hunting."
"The names on the list coming along?" With the mention of the list, Hayley's expression softened, a sort of thankful glare staring out. "I'll take that as a yes. How many have you crossed off so far?"
"Including Aya? Four." This seemed to please Hayley which Juliet understood. Though it was Juliet who truly gave the call for the Stryx to assassinate Jackson Jenner in front of Hayley, the woman left out her name in the list of those involved. "And working on another one. But I want to stop at the Compound and feed Hope before I go hunting." Taking a step back, Juliet beckoned for Hayley to follow her to the SUV.
"After you."
The ride was silent as they made their way to the Mikaelson Compound. It didn't take long for the SUV to reach the large home, however it felt as if it had taken hours as both Juliet and Hayley divulged in their own minds, preoccupied with the recent attacks and issues brought up by the Mikaelsons. Juliet wondered if Hayley blamed them for all the misfortunes. In the girl's opinion, Hope was probably the only good thing that came out of stumbling upon the Mikaelson family. As for Juliet, she still had nothing to show for her alliances with both realms. Shaking her head, Juliet quickly opened her door and began walking inside the home. Hayley, in a hurry to continue her escapade against the Stryx Associates responsible for Jackson's death, rush past her to reach Hope while Juliet took her time in reaching the study where Klaus, Elijah and Freya were located. An emotionless looking Klaus began taking a large painting off the wall in the study, revealing a safe built into the bricks behind it. He spun the dial and put the combination to open it. Inside laid a wooden box, which he then opened gently as he walked toward a table. Juliet stayed by the doorframe, leaning against it with her arms folding across her chest as he opened the wooden box revealing a stack of old letters in fading envelopes.
She knew what they were immediately; the old letters from all of Klaus's victims to their loved ones before he broke them in ways only he could have envisioned. Freya inquired what they were and Elijah answered as Klaus stood quiet, his eyes scanning through the letters; letters of potential dangers traveling to New Orleans for his head.
"It was a phase," he finally said absentmindedly.
"A phase in which we were forced to learn a different kind of stealth," Elijah continued, informing Freya of their life long battle with their father. Sitting forward in his chair, the brother continued the story for Freya. "You see over time, Niklaus' enemies grew so numerous, we had no choice but to artfully withdraw from the world." Juliet knew the story well. Though he claimed to have 'artfully withdrawn', Juliet was still able to find the family to keep tabs on them; study them. "And then …" Freya gave a look of curiosity as Klaus gave Elijah an offended look. "Well, I wouldn't exactly describe our presence in this city as discrete. Wouldn't you agree, Niklaus?"
Klaus, exasperated and frustrated finally joined the conversation in earnest. "We all saw the White Oak destroyed! Plus, this city is crawling with vampires, all of whom had no choice but to shield me from potential foes! Were I to die, they would die too. I couldn't have been more safe!" Klaus began to look extremely worried for his own safety now that his sire line was broken. "And now my sire link is undone, no thanks to you," Klaus spoke, pointing up to Juliet who, in turn, rolled her eyes. "Those very foes will come for me…like never before."
"It's only been a few days since the link was broken. Must you jump into crippling paranoia already?" Freya inquired.
"It's a default setting," Elijah answered.
"And for good reason!" Klaus angrily responded. Elijah rose to his feet and walked over to where Klaus was standing, putting his hands in his pockets. As Elijah continued trying desperately to console his brother by any means necessary, something struck in Juliet's mind; a plan of sorts to help gain more volunteers in protecting Klaus against his sire line. Quietly, Juliet moved away from the doorframe and walked away from the study as she reached for her phone to make a quick call. Creating an anti-eavesdropping spell she had created centuries ago, the woman waited for the dial tone to end and the familiar voice of Gaspar Cortez; yet another one of Klaus's sires who loathed him immensely.
"Well look who decided to crawl out of whatever hole she fell into," was the greeting Juliet was met with upon his answer. Rolling her eyes, the woman scanned her surroundings as she slipped into Rebekah's room. "What can I do for you today? I am quite a busy person now and am not entirely in the mood to coddle at the moment."
"Hush, Cortez," Juliet instructed; her voice harsh. "You're on your way to New Orleans aren't you?" the woman questioned, leaning her back against the thick door.
"As a matter of fact, I've just arrived, why? Don't tell me you're in town?" Without answering, Juliet hung up the phone, her head falling against the door. This one is going to be tricky, but it'll work, the woman thought as she quickly inserted her phone in her pocket and exited her borrowed room. Whizzing past her, Juliet watched as Klaus sent a glare her way.
"Where are you going?" the woman asked, stopping in her tracks.
"Not that it's any of your business but I'm going to see Cami."
"Do you really think it's a good idea to leave the protection of the Compound with the events taking place?" the woman reminded him.
"Now you decide to care? Where was that when the witches had me?" Giving him a look, Juliet no longer fought with him and allowed him the sanctity to leave. It pained her to know Klaus was infuriated with her to the point where he couldn't reprehend her correctly. Watching him leave, Juliet felt her phone vibrate with a picture of Marcel flashing on her screen. It was then when she remembered she had called him earlier and rudely hung up the phone.
"Yeah?" Juliet answered, spinning on her heel to return to Rebekah's room.
"Did you know about the missing Stryx members?" Juliet said nothing as she walked over to her bed, moving the mattress over to find the White Knight safely tucked away. From the amount of time spent under the mattress, an indentation had been created surrounding it. "I will take your silence as a yes."
"What do you want from me, Marcel? You wanted the position, you now have the responsibilities as leader or did you think I would continue pulling the strings?"
"I expected you to at least let me know when something big happens like my members disappearing. Having to hear from other Associates is getting old."
"Your members?"
"If I'm playing the part." Letting out a sigh, Juliet dropped the mattress and stared out the open window.
"I'm already taking care of it," the woman informed him as the plan had already been sewing together in her mind. "For now, if they ask – and they will – tell them you're working on it until I get back to you. And Marcel … I'm sorry. Next time I'll give you the heads up." With a thank you, the man hung up the phone as Juliet did the same. Another sigh escaped her lips as she went for the door, watching as it opened, revealing Elijah. "I'm really not in the mood at the moment."
"What else is new?" Elijah rhetorically questioned, shutting the door behind him. "Who were you talking to?" This caught Juliet off guard as she wasn't sure if he had meant Marcel's call or Cortez's call. "When you slipped out from the study, who did you call?" Cortez's call, Juliet confirmed in her mind as her brows furrowed. "I heard mumbles but I couldn't accurately hear."
"Eavesdropping is very invasive, Elijah," Juliet pointed out, avoiding the question as her mind dwindled on the little fact that Elijah was able to hear her despite the spell she had casted. "Besides, I was speaking to Marcel; apparently there's trouble in paradise."
"Yes, I'm aware. I have a meeting with him later," he informed her with a nod. Giving him a look, Juliet went to move toward the door but was stopped by the man stepping in front of her. She knew what he wanted to speak to her about and honestly, Juliet did not want to have another conversation about her failed plan. To have to own up to her mistake to a Mikaelson was probably one of the worst feelings she had ever experienced. The way Elijah looked at her felt as if a stake ran through her heart; the way Klaus looked at her was worse. With hints of hatred and betrayal in his eyes, Juliet avoided eye contact with him as much as possible; this expanded to Elijah. "Juliet…"
"It wasn't supposed to happen," Juliet confessed, interrupting him. "I didn't exactly count on Aya having the guts to snap my neck, rendering me helpless for the amount of time I had planned on having to stop anything that could harm or unlink you and your brother. "
"Why didn't you just tell us your plan?"
"Would you really have agreed to becoming completely vulnerable?" Elijah didn't answer, knowing he and Klaus would have both declined her plan. Shaking his head, Juliet nodded as her way of proving her point. "Sometimes I have to go above and beyond to make things happen. Sometimes I have to be cryptic and walk on egg shells around the two of you to make sure that everything I have planned goes accordingly. I know how much the two of you hate to be kept out of the loop, but I'm trying everything I can to ensure no one succeeds in killing an Original." Her words were stern but sincere; probably one of the first times when Juliet allowed herself to speak the complete truth to Elijah. And this the man noticed as he studied her facial expressions.
"What exactly is your plan now in protecting Klaus?" he inquired, his eyes squinting. Though Juliet had only began brewing a way to ensure Klaus's protection, along with Hope's, the woman offered a small smile as she walked past him.
"See me after you've spoken with Marcel; I'm sure once you hear what he has to say you'll know exactly what I'm planning."
Author's Note:
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