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. 3
After Klaus informed Kol on the events which had taken place in the recent months, the two resided in Klaus's room, examining the kept letters, accompanied by Juliet. Elijah had excused himself to take a trip; Juliet knew he was to meet with Marcel. While the men spoke, Kol inquisitive on the facts of the events and Klaus answering each questions truthfully, Juliet stayed quiet as her eyes skimmed each victim letter. There as a study on serial killers Juliet had read a few years prior explaining how sociopathic serial killers always kept a 'trophy' from their victims. It finally dawned on the woman, as she was reading piece of parchment, that the letters were Klaus's trophies. Whether or not he had felt guilty for his actions in the present day, during his rampage, the monstrous Niklaus Mikaelson was indeed, a sociopathic serial killer.
Then again; aren't all vampires?
This struck a cord with her as she was snapped from her thoughts, Kol staring at her with raised brows. "I'm sorry, what?"
"I said, you've been rather quiet," Kol repeated as Klaus huffed as he left the room.
"Just trying to come up with a plan here," the woman lied as she packed together all the letters she had spread out on the bed. Just then Elijah joined them, his gaze falling upon Kol and Juliet on the bed.
"Well, isn't this the welcome home; already at the mercy of Niklaus, and just in time to help the rest of us clean up his mess. Do you miss being dead yet?" he asked sarcastically with a playful smirk.
"Keep up your ceaseless whining and I'm sure he will," Klaus combated, walking into his room with a goblet full of blood from the help. Juliet turned her face, hiding her transitioning eyes and protruding fangs from the brothers. It had been almost a three years since she had fed. Luckily for her, due to her witch-hybrid side, Juliet's desiccation process was much slower than a normal vampire. However, her hunger continued to grow in intensity; whenever blood was present, her fangs would immediately extend and her eyes would change.
Getting to her feet, Juliet turned her back to the brothers and began examining the portraits on Klaus's wall; anything to get her mind off the fresh blood tempting her. Klaus held the goblet for Kol, instruction him to take and drip the liquid. However, Kol's eyes widened at the sight making Klaus roll his eyes. "I compelled the housekeeper." Looking torn between his hunger and his promise to Davina, he stared at the goblet for a long moment as Klaus waved the cup invitingly in front of his brother's face. Finally, giving in, Kol looked up to Klaus in annoyance.
"Next time a blood bag will be fine. I'm meant to be off the fresh stuff," Kol informed Klaus as he began drinking the blood.
"Attempting to be a better man for your girlfriend?" Klaus taunted, a smirk playing along his lips.
"I'd rather be with that girlfriend, but since your enemies have returned seeking vengeance, I suppose they ought to be murdered. So remind me, who is this Cortez?"
"His family decimated Belaga." Kol groaned and laughed at the same time as memories of the place flooded in his mind.
"Ugh, Belaga. That place was hideous." Elijah, happy to hear someone agreeing with his opinion of Belaga, smiled and gestured toward Kol as he gave Klaus a smug look.
"Thank you, Kol," Elijah spoke, narcissistically. Klaus looked between Kol and Elijah, both appalled and exasperated by their opinions.
"No taste, either of you! Juliet, help me out here. Belaga wasn't as bad as they make it out to be, right?" However, Juliet was still recovering from the fresh scent of blood lingering in her nostrils, the veins under her eyes still pulsating from her thirst. Instead of answering, Juliet simply waved them off as she began rubbing her temple, her eyes closing. Amused from the situation, Kol rose to his feet, grabbing the letters.
"All right, calm down. I know exactly how to find your enemies, as long as our new sister doesn't chafe at me for teaching her a quick spell." Holding up the letters in his hands, the brother asked Klaus if he was able to burn the letters of his victims he had kept for so long. Giving him a look Klaus's brows furrowed briefly before interrupted by Juliet.
"What's the point of keeping them Klaus? You're not the monster you were back then; not anymore; not after having a child." Turning to face the brothers, Juliet felt confident enough she was back to normal. "Which happens to everyone – or so I've heard – so don't get your knickers in a twist but the Klaus Mikaelson who forced his victims to write those letters is no longer alive; keeping them as trophies would be a waste of space and a damper on your conscious." Heeding her words, Klaus nodded toward Kol. Giving a wink toward Juliet, Kol exited the room to find Freya to prepare for the location spell. Shortly after, Klaus followed along with his brother, wanting to watch and wait for his siblings to prepare for the spell.
In all actuality, Klaus simply did not want to be in the same room as Juliet any longer. There was so much he wanted to do; rip her throat out, cry, beg and plead for an explanation as to why she would allow him to become unsired. His mind had raced for days but he could do nothing until his anger had settled as he was afraid he would end up killing the woman; the first woman he had ever loved even if the emotions were not reciprocated. And as Juliet watched while he left his room, she could tell there was some tension. Letting out a sigh, Juliet turned her back toward Elijah as her eyes scanned over the many portraits on Klaus's wall; all painted by him.
Klaus had always been very artistic even before he was forcibly turned into a monster. Juliet had enjoyed watching him carve wood into little figurines for the other children of the village and even his own family. Even with a knife and wood the boy was skilled and graceful with his movements; the woman wished she could watch Klaus as he painted more often. There had been a few times when Juliet would personally check up on the Mikaelson family when she would have stumbled upon the man in his zone, his troubled mind completely enthralled while his hand stroked away on the canvas.
Letting out a soft sigh, the woman turned to find Elijah still in the room, staring up at her as he sat on Klaus's bed. "Why is it that whenever we're left alone I always feel as if there's another question coming my way?" Juliet asked, her eyes rolling as her arms crossed against her chest.
"What do you know about the missing Stryx members?" Elijah inquired, proving the woman right in her question. She had guessed his disappearance was due to his meeting with Marcel; she had hoped Marcel would have contacted her about their meeting. But it seemed with everything happening, the man forgot who the real leader was.
"That's not my area anymore," she answered annoyingly. "Not my job to keep track of them. But, whoever is plucking the Members one by one might be doing us a favor."
"How so?" he asked, getting to his feet.
"Well think about it. If we pin it on Cortez, or say, anyone who tries to go after Klaus, we can blame it on them wanting to 'take out the competition'. That way, the Stryx then have an obligation to not only keep you safe, but Niklaus."
"So lie to them so they protect Klaus?"
"Why not? They already have an obligation to keep you safe as if you die, they die. But, if we depict Klaus's enemies as yours, they'll protect him as well; for now anyway." Elijah stared at Juliet for a moment, contemplating her words and the effectiveness of her plan. Before he could agree, Klaus popped his head in the room instructing them to follow as the spell was ready. Taking a step aside, Elijah made way for Juliet to follow first before tailing after her.
In the upstairs living room, Kol and Freya stood next to each other at the coffee table where Kol began to burn the letters that Klaus used as trophies. Walking into the room, Eljiah, Juliet and Klaus took their positions around the table with Juliet beside Freya, Klaus beside her and Elijah beside his youngest brother Kol. "Mixing the ashes of these letters with your blood, Nik, will show us where your enemies are," the brother informed the group as he crushed the ashes up with a mortar and pestle; Freya handing him a gold goblet with Klaus' blood. He then sprinkled the ashes into the goblet before handing it back to Freya. The spell they were preparing for was new for Juliet, but did not surprise her as Kol was also a very knowledgeable witch; a powerful one at that when he had his powers. "With feeling now," he smirked at his sister - Freya returning his joke with a smile. Taking a deep breath, the witch began the spell; Juliet placing her hand on Freya's shoulder to increase her power.
The blood she had poured on the map laid out on the table began to break apart into eleven small beads which then scattered across the map. The closest enemies were located in North America; Chicago, Illinois; Southern California, South-Central Mexico and New Orleans. Then in Southeastern Brazil, three in Europe, two in Africa and one in South Korea.
"Behold you greatest hits, Klaus. All over the world. But only one is here which means the legion of enemies you were worried about is an army of one."
For now, Juliet thought as she raised her gaze to Klaus who was staring back at her. She knew her maker had thought the same thing, still blaming her for the mess he was in. Just then Klaus's cellphone went off, breaking their stare. Juliet looked down to the map as Klaus pulled out his phone seeing a message from Cami.
(sms → Klaus) Problem. Rousseau's.
At the same time Camille had texted Klaus, Juliet's phone also started buzzing; Marcel's face lighting up her screen. Looking around to the brothers, the woman answered the call as she stepped away from the room. "Marcel?" As the man began to speak, explaining his newest discoveries of the missing Stryx members, Elijah approached Juliet with a raised brow. Putting a finger up to him indicating for him to wait, Juliet nodded. "Okay, we should we meet you?"
"Remember that warehouse by the docks where you had originally wanted to meet me way back? Meet me by the dumpster outside." Informing him of their soon arrival, Juliet put her phone away with her eyes still on Elijah.
"He's talking about the warehouse that holds only artifacts and paintings for the cultural museums. You'll meet him there?"
"Where are you going?"
"Klaus is in this mess because of me; it's my job to keep him safe." Elijah inquired no more - he understood the feeling of guilty all too well. With a nod, Elijah went off to grab his coat and meet with Marcel. Turning on her heel, Juliet went for the living area but was met with Klaus at the doorway. "Where are you off to?"
"Cami needs help at Rousseau's; you coming?"
"I'll be there shortly, there's something I have to take care of first." Klaus didn't question her but instead nodded before he followed Elijah's footsteps. Turning to watch him leave, Juliet waited until he was out of earshot before grabbing her phone, dialing a number she never thought she'd memorize. "Hayley?"
"What do you want?" In the background, Juliet could hear the groans of a woman - groans of pain. Quickly Juliet ran out of the Mikaelson Compound and hopped in her car, flooring it toward the warehouse she knew Hayley was occupying. "I'm a little busy if you couldn't tell."
"I understand that, just sit tight. Kill her or not I don't care, but don't leave there until I get there; we've got a problem."
It didn't take long for Juliet to reach the warehouse, but she knew Marcel was already around the corner. Hiding her footsteps with a simple spell, Juliet weaved and dodged her way into the building where she immediately found Hayley; her lips stained with blood from the Stryx member she had abducted. It didn't surprise Juliet at the least to find one of her Members half mauled - werewolf venom coursing through her veins creating a painful burning sensation throughout her body. Hayley's eyes were dark and filled with hatred; understandable. However, Juliet wondered what Hayley's eyes would transfer to if and when she found out it was Juliet who had made the call all along.
"What the hell do you want?"
"Juliet, help me!" cried the Stryx member. Hayley, already agitated with the woman's involvement in Jackson's murder, swung her hand into the woman's face, creating yet another bruise.
"Hayley, trust me I understand why you have to do this; which is why I provided the names. But you need to leave. Marcel somehow found the bodies. Which I clearly remember telling you to burn when you were done."
"I was busy."
"Yes well, your busy schedule has now costed your anonymity. Elijah is on his way." Hayley froze, her gaze stuck on Juliet as a small war waged in her mind.
"I don't care. And quite frankly you shouldn't either." Juliet's brow furrowed, taken back by Hayley's words. "He's just a man; a simple and moronic man who gets caught up by any girl who opens up to him. You chasing him for a thousand years is so pathetic."
"I wasn't chasing him," Juliet corrected, her voice harsh. "I was protecting them. I was keeping my family safe."
"In the shadows? Is that what you call 'keeping safe'?"
"Don't you dare think you know me, Hayley. You know nothing about me."
"And you wanna know why? Because this family you have been protecting has never talked about you. They've never once breathed your name in the amount of time I've been with them."
"And how long has that been? Oh yeah, not long enough for you to even know them. You've spent a mere month compared to how long I've been around. Sure, I've been in the shadows, but I've always been there for them and I always will be even if I don't agree with some of their doings."
"Yeah well, that's you. I won't stick around any longer pretending I'm okay with everything that's happened and is still happening."
"You don't even know what is happening since you've been on this rampage. When was the last time you've actually spent time with your daughter?" This caused Hayley to close her mouth, her eyes turning into their Hybrid yellow color. "You don't scare me mutt."
"Hayley!" At the entrance, Elijah stood appalled by the sight in front of him. He knew he'd find Hayley with the Stryx Associate but to find Juliet in the same room simply added fire to the flame. "What are you doing? Juliet, what are you doing here?" Before Juliet could answer, Hayley grabbed the axe she had brought with her and turned to the Stryx member, swinging the axe as hard as she could, decapitating the vampire and splattering blood in her face in the process. Elijah watched in horror as Juliet seemed unfazed by the action. "This has to stop!" Elijah exclaimed, angrily confronting Hayley about her behavior.
"Why are you defending these people, Elijah? Oh, that's right, because they're the only ones that can protect you from the white oak. Well, guess what? I don't need their protection." Hayley dug in her pocket, pulling out the list Juliet had given her. "This is a list of all the Stryx who took down me and my husband; the ones responsible for his execution, which I was forced to watch." Elijah took the list from her and opened it to read before he looked back up to her.
"The Stryx will consider this as an act of war, Hayley. Now, I beseech you to think of you daughter." His words only infuriated the mother more.
"Do not use Hope in an attempt to tame me, Elijah! Now, I have taken risks for you. It is about time that I do right by Jackson. I'm sorry if that inconveniences you." And with that, Hayley stormed out of the warehouse as Elijah sighed in frustration. Slowly Juliet stepped toward the exit but was stopped but Elijah's echoing voice.
"This is in your handwriting." Juliet closed her eyes, pursing her lips together as she let out a breath through her nose. Elijah turned to look at her, his expression still infuriated.
"She asked, Elijah," the woman began. "The Stryx killed Jackson while they were under my rule; it's the least I could do. And she's not going to stop until the rest of the names are crossed off so if you want to do right by her call the remaining men down here and kill them yourself. Clean up her mess."
"Where are you going?"
"Someone needs to help your brother."
Arriving at Rousseau's a little later than anticipated earned Juliet a glare from Klaus as she walked through the doorway. Behind her the man closed and locked the door while her eyes skimmed the dim lighted room; all seats were empty and no soul occupied the bar except them and Cortez. Looking over to her left, Juliet spotted the man lying in the ground, a long wooden makeshift stake sticking out from his chest, pinning him to the ground. Raising a brow at the scene, Juliet peered up to Klaus and pointed to Cortez, silently inquiring an explanation. Instead, Klaus gave the woman a shrug and made his way over to his enemy.
"I appreciate your patience," Klaus started, his hardened exterior pushing through. "Now that your victims have gone - compelled by me to remember nothing of this night – you and I can take our time catching up." Juliet followed behind Klaus, her fingers intertwining in front of her as she watched Klaus pull the stake out from Gaspar's chest, pulling him to his feet and slamming his body against the wooden bar. Klaus then prepared to kill the man, stake in hand. "So before I end you, I just have one teensy little question; how did you know about the white oak?"
"There's no shortage of vampires who loathe you," Cortez started, his gaze finding Juliet's. "Over the years, we've found ways of staying connected. The world evolved, and those connections became simpler…" Cortez pulled out his iPhone and held it up, showing the advanced technology the world had turned into. "Stronger and instantaneous." Cortez dropped his phone onto the floor knowing he would no longer be needing it. "It started as a rumor on a private message board. Now, I've confirmed the truth for everyone. So, go ahead. Kill me. But I will die filled with joy. Your sired are coming, Niklaus." Klaus glared at Cortez, pinning him harshly against the bar. Juliet watched in dismay as it quickly sunk in; this was all happening because of her. If she could have simply kept others out of her plan she would have never put the Mikaelsons in danger; Niklaus wouldn't be unlinked and an army would never have been traveling to New Orleans looking for the Original vampire; her friend.
"They will destroy everything you love." Juliet wrapped her arms around her body, trying desperately to find comfort within herself as a single tear fell onto her pale cheeks. "And then they will use the white oak to kill you. And at last, you will get the retribution you deserve!" Klaus, filled with rage, swung his arm onto Cortez's neck, decapitating his neck clean off from his shoulders, but still Juliet could see his terrified look from the warning.
Cortez's body fell to the ground, Juliet's eyes stayed on Klaus as he stood frozen with the realization that the war was coming sooner than he anticipated. "Niklaus," Juliet whispered, trying to break him from his trance so they could take care of the mess and race home to the Compound. He didn't move. Instead Klaus continued to stay as still as a statue, staring into nothing as his mind developed many scenarios where his enemies hurt his family, Hayley, Hope even. Taking a step toward him, Juliet put a hand on his shoulder.
"You did this." Klaus swiftly turned to face the woman, gripping his hand tightly against her throat as he pinned her against the wall. "You are the reason why my family is now in danger. You, the one I entrusted with my life, are the reason why an army is after me." As his grip became tighter, Juliet struggled to breathe; her nails digging into his wrist.
"Kl-Klaus….please," Juliet choked out, repeating an incantation in her mind; an incantation that seemed to not be working.
"I have killed for less and yet...I can't do it," Klaus loosened his grip against Juliet's neck, letting go completely as he took a step back. Gasping for air, the woman leaned against the wall, coughing from the prior weight against her throat.
"I'm sorry," she roughly breathed out. "Truly. I never wanted this. I wanted you safe along with the rest of the family; all these years. Some things are just out of my control." Still Juliet held onto her neck, rubbing the reddened skin. "I know words mean nothing to you but I will make it my goal to prove to you that I truly am invested in keeping you safe."
"There's an army coming after me."
"I know. And I will ensure none of them find you."
In the Mikaelson Compound, Klaus, Elijah and Juliet joined Freya and Kol in watching the map as the droplets of blood head straight for New Orleans - some faster than others. Before they reached the living area, Elijah, Klaus and Juliet briefly spoke about their options. Juliet proposed that Klaus disappear with Hayley and Hope; shielding his own family from the war that was going to persist. Elijah instantly rejected the idea however Klaus welcomed it. He knew, as well as Juliet, it would be the only way to shield his daughter from the horrific possibilities of his sired traveling to New Orleans. Many of them … most of them were devils with as much of a treacherous imagination as Niklaus – learning from the Original monster himself.
And Elijah continued to reject the idea even when both Klaus and Juliet explained the positives. But Elijah put a stop to their explanations and headed straight up to the living area while Klaus and Juliet followed behind him. Juliet knew a big part of Elijah's rejection was due to Hayley accompanying his brother; and there were still unresolved issues and emotions between the two.
"So this may only be a fraction of our potential enemies," Elijah pointed his, his eyes on the map with moving dots.
"In hindsight," Klaus chuckled. "We could've been nice to people."
"Or at least left fewer survivors," Juliet suggested with a shrug, her eyes glued to the map as well. Only Klaus nodded along with her words as the other siblings seemed unimpressed.
"We don't know all their motivations," Klaus continued, looking to Elijah. "Half of these people could want to put the oak in your heart; end the sire war with you."
"I have an army devoted to keeping me alive. The only people that care to protect you are standing in this very room." Elijah gave Klaus a serious look for a moment as Klaus looked at those occupying the room. "As you well know, Niklaus, there is another way." Juliet looked up to the noble brother, raising a brow as she believed he would give in to their prior suggestion. Klaus sighed, knowing his brother was right. Freya looked confused for a moment before she realized what her brothers meant.
"You're going to run?"
"There was a time when the name Niklaus Mikaelson was little more than a rumor; a shadowy figure who cast fear into the very bones of any who heard whisper of him." Niklaus averted his gaze to his sister. "I don't run, sister. I disappear. And tonight, the four of you are going to make that possible." Klaus held up a burlap sack with bloodstains on the bottom of it. Juliet let out a sigh, crossing her arms over her chest as she remembered his orders of putting Gaspar's head in a sack after she revealed to him her plan of creating the illusion of Cortez being the threat against the Stryx.
Marcel was given strict orders to pick it up, calling the remainder of the head Stryx Members into a meeting where he would inform them that it was Gaspar Cortez killing off the Members one by one in the name of the Sire War. In addition, he was to tell the Members that he was not going to be the last coming to New Orleans in search for the last of the White Oak; and a war was coming.
With that out of the way, Juliet walked into Klaus's room, watching as he packed his bags to disappear. "I get you back and now you have to leave," she spoke softly as she leaned against the doorframe, her arms folded across her chest.
"Unfortunately, I wouldn't have to leave if it weren't for you," Klaus reminded, obviously hell-bent on making sure Juliet never forgot her mistake.
"I know," the woman responded, her eyes still on the man. "And I know I don't deserve forgiveness; not yet. But at least you'll have the comfort in knowing that…" Juliet looked up to him, her lips pursing for a brief moment before she let out a shaky breath. "I do love you. And I will do everything and anything it takes to make up my mistake." At the sound of the words, Klaus dropped what he had in his hands and gaped at the woman. In all the years while he was human he had wanted to hear those words, Klaus couldn't understand why it had affected him hearing it a thousand years later. "I'll keep things safe here." Turning on her heel, Juliet left, leaving Klaus standing where he was to settle his emotions. Shaking his head, the man closed his eyes.
"Now you tell me."
In the study, Juliet rounded the corner and headed straight for the balcony where she knew she would be able to wave off Klaus and Hayley once they were ready to leave. Standing in the open space, the woman gripped tightly onto the glass of bourbon she had poured herself on the way up to the room. It was such a strange feeling to have to watch Klaus disappear into the night once again for reasons beyond her control. In the past, it was always because of her strings why the Mikaelsons would have to flee a town or city whether it was due to their father hot on their trail or because the locals were getting suspicious or because Klaus or Kol had killed one too many mortals. Either way, having no part in the recent months; having no control, it was all new to Juliet.
Though the family was still uninformed of how much influence Juliet really had throughout their vampire lives, Juliet knew they would never understand nor believe how much she pushed others into their lives, or how many of her own had they killed. Now, with herself intersected in their lives, Juliet understood why she had stayed away for so long for other reasons besides the ancestors watching her. The family had held such a hold on her, she realized keeping her distance was the only way she was able to get her head on straight and fulfill her plans without someone intervening.
With her mind occupied, the woman didn't hear Elijah's footsteps walking into the study, his eyes on the ground as he joined the woman on the balcony. They were red and tearful as he had spoken with Hayley; an attempt in begging her to stay with him. But Hayley had made up her mind long ago in her quest to leave New Orleans the very moment Tristan had sunk his fist deep into Jackson's chest, ripping his once beating heart out. Juliet said nothing after noticing his eyes but merely assumed it had something to do with the mother. Instead, she offered her glass of bourbon which he happily took and finished. Not soon after had Freya joined the two, leaning her thin arms against the bars overlooking the street as Hayley, with Hope in her arms, met Klaus at his black SUV. He helped place Hope into her car seat as Hayley took occupation in the passenger side seat. Klaus then threw the last of the bags in the trunk of the car and looked up to his family watching in dismay. Juliet nodded toward Klaus, her way of reminding him of her promise. With a nod back, Klaus turned and entered the vehicle.
"It's going to be quiet around here," Freya said sorrowfully.
"I wouldn't bet on it," Elijah replied, his voice melancholy. Freya looked up to her brother, a part of her knowing he was right while the other prayed he was wrong. With a quick and light hit to the metal bar, Freya turned and exited the study, looking for a way to cope with the sadness she was feeling. Elijah followed suite as Juliet stayed where she was,continuing to watch the black SUV drive off. She leaned her arms over, balancing her upper torso on the railing as her head tilted to see the red tail lights fading in the distance. It was going to be a tough fight – but one she knew they could win for they were the Mikaelsons; nothing could defeat them. They had faced circumstances much greater and the outcome – though some lives were lost – proved the Mikaelsons a tightknit family. Juliet had faith, which was why she stayed. Clapping her hands together, Juliet made her way out of the study and down the stairs, spotting Elijah at the bar inside the courtyard.
"I can tell how much you hate this," Elijah spoke sarcastically, drowning his words with the harsh taste of bourbon pouring down his throat. For a while the woman didn't speak, but continued to stand where she was with her gaze upon the broken man. She knew how much it hurt him to watch Klaus leave; how much it hurt even more to see Hayley and Hope accompany his brother. But everyone knew it was for the best. They all knew it was the only way to keep their family safe. But as much as she wanted to hate Elijah – it hurt her to see him like this.
"No matter what you may think of me Elijah, this is killing me." The man scoffed as he poured himself another drink, sulking. "I could try to change this, but nothing I can do would change anything, and that is killing me. I would never wish losing ones you love on my worst enemies; it is a fate much worse than death." Finally, the woman took a few steps toward the man, her fingers laced together in front of her. "I always wished you the best Elijah. In these thousands of years spent apart from you, I always hoped you would find the life that you always wanted. Because you deserve it."
"Why did you stay?" Elijah asked, catching Juliet off guard. He turned on the barstool he occupied and gazed up at her. "After you learned you were no longer linked to Niklaus, why did you stay?"
"He was in danger...is in danger. Niklaus saved me a thousand years ago, I owe him," the woman responded, giving a light shrug.
"And yet, even now, you continue to stay." The two stared at each other; Juliet very confused where he was going with his questions. But Elijah didn't back down; there was another reason why Hayley left, and a reason as to why he had completely let her go but he didn't want to admit it before – not when he was unsure of Juliet's intentions in New Orleans.
"I – I like New Orleans. I can see myself making a new home here."
"That's a lie." Juliet tilted her head at the man, her brows furrowed as she began to get angry with him. "You always blink rapidly before answering a question with a false response; I noticed it a few days ago." Elijah got to his feet, his glass placed on the bar counter. As the man unbuttoned his jacket and placed his hands in his pockets, he took a few steps closer to Juliet. "Why are you still here?" But Juliet didn't want to answer; she didn't want to finally admit and speak the words she spoke to Hayley. The Hybrid promised she'd keep that between the two women, and she knew Hayley kept her promise. But now Elijah was onto Juliet, and she was scared.
Tears began filling up her eyes and she turned to hide them. She blinked them away as she softly began to speak, describing how she had never truly felt at home throughout her entire vampire life. "Everything was just darkness and loneliness and it was just mess. Everything seemed like it was dragging and life was just a never ending obstacle that I could never climb." The woman placed a hand over her lips, trying desperately to calm her nerves. "But as soon as I entered New Orleans and I saw you one night standing up on the balcony, I suddenly felt at home. Like a pair of hands just covered my heart and someone whispered into my ears saying 'welcome back.'" Juliet stopped talking as she felt Elijah's body standing just inches away from her. His hand lifted, touching her shoulder and Juliet turned her head to look at his fingers gripping her skin. "Even if I wanted to leave New Orleans, I don't think I could now that I have you again."
"I don't want you to leave," Elijah suddenly spoke, his hot breath on her neck. As much as she wanted to resist as Ezra's voice echoed in the back of her mind, warning her of her actions, Juliet turned to face Elijah, their foreheads touching. It had been many years since Juliet had imagined their lips touching once again, their tongues dancing; she no longer had to envision it as Elijah swooped down, roughly pressing his lips against hers. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Juliet pulled hi closer as they began to ascend up the stairs toward Elijah's room.
As the two were completely occupied with each other, a figure quietly roamed through the Mikaelson Compound, tip-toeing through their defenses with a spell of their own. It appeared as, though they refused to show him while in the presence of Gaspar Cortez, the ancestors decided to reveal the whereabouts of the White Oak to Tristan; the Regent of New Orleans. The man traveled up to Rebekah's room where Juliet kept her things and quietly entered it without causing alarm to those in the house. Careful with his steps, Tristan lifted the mattress and his eyes widened. He wasn't fully sure that the vision the ancestors had sent him was real, but as his hand lowered to pick up the last piece of the White Oak, Tristan realized it was all true; there really was White Oak left. The Originals can be killed.
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