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.

Alone with Everybody pt. 3

After Juliet left Marcel and Vincent to deal with the blonde vampire working with an unknown assailant, the woman ventured straight toward the Mikaelson Compound. On the way to her home in hopes to inform the Mikaelson family that she had retrieved the White Oak and they could destroy it – and that it was safe for Niklaus to come home – Juliet pulled out her phone and dialed the number of Ezra. She knew he would want to hear the news about the location of the White Oak and that she had once again beaten all odds in defeating the prophecy. He didn't answer. With furrowed brows, Juliet stared at her illuminated screen with Ezra's picture gleaming up at her. She found it odd that he wouldn't answer; he always did by the first ring. Trying again the woman still received no answer and she made a mental note to check up on him as soon as she was done with the Mikaelsons.

Walking up to the Mikaelson Compound, Juliet was stopped by the Stryx guards, keeping her in place until they were able to do a check – making sure it was in fact Juliet. Rolling her eyes at them, the woman really couldn't be mad; they were simply doing their job. But when they finally allowed her to enter, the woman made a B-line to Elijah's room in search for him. Instead, Elijah stood in the study where Juliet had passed by, taking quiet steps backwards to maneuver her way in the room, staring out to the balcony. Holding up the wooden knight, the woman placed a victorious smile on while Elijah's eyes widened. "You got it," he spoke in disbelief, getting to his feet to grab the trinket.

"I told you I would clean up my mess," the woman reminded, placing her hands on her hips. Without another word Elijah reached out for the woman and engulfed her in a tight hug; his lips placed roughly on hers. She smiled into the kiss, placing her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. She had to admit, reconciling with Elijah was never in her agenda but it happened and Juliet certainly did not regret the way his teeth would lightly nibble on her bottom lip had made her feel, or the way their tongues danced together again. It was as if every emotion she had once felt for the man before they had both became monsters were reignited and they were picking up where they had left off.

Pulling away, Elijah looked down to the White Oak and placed it deep in his pockets, the bulge of the trinket being hidden by his suit jacket. "As much as I want to stay here and get lost within you," the man began, cupping her cheek. "I have some family matters that I need to attend to."

"What's the matter now? Kol going off on a bender again and killing half of New Orleans?" Juliet guessed, knowing it was only a matter of time before the man reverted to the monster he made himself out to be.

"Worse." Juliet raised a brow. "Finn is back."

"But…"

"Our guess is that he attached himself to the spell that Davina casted to bring Kol back."

"And he's here?" the woman questioned in disbelief. "Under the same roof as Kol and Kol has not ripped his head off at least a dozen times?"

"That's why I must return to Kol; I need to make sure he doesn't do anything idiotic." Placing one last kiss against Juliet's lips, Elijah stomped off to find Kol. Staying in the study, Juliet looked out toward the balcony, realizing the day had slipped through her fingers. It was dark already and pretty late in the evening and yet it seemed as if it was just a few minutes ago when she was helping Marcel and Josh.

Taking a quick glance around the study Juliet realized she could have gone with Elijah. "What am I doing?" the woman asked herself turning on her heel to go off and find Elijah.

She found him in the downstairs study where Kol was angrily explaining why he should be able to kill his oldest brother. While Kol spoke the woman watched him closely, seeing a difference in his anger. Raising a brow, Juliet leaned against the doorframe, analyzing his features, his body language, everything about him and pointing out everything that is different now that he's back. It was then when Juliet's mind stopped again.

Still. This was all too easy.

Everything. Getting the dark web login information, locating Sofya, getting the White Oak; it was all a little too easy for her liking.

Juliet's mind became interrupted with Kol's shouting, the glass in his hand shattering from the strength of his hold. "Control yourself," Elijah instructed, suddenly becoming worried. Kol, unable to do so, picked up a chair and threw it across the room.

"Unless he can't," Juliet spoke, stepping next to Elijah. Kol, heavily breathing, returned to his human form and became embarrassed by his behavior as he quietly replies.

"It's worse than I remember; the rage … the hunger." His eyes filled with tears as he hesitantly made eye contact with his brother; Elijah looking at him in concern. "I'd like to blame my anger on Finn, but it's been growing worse since I came back. I never did learn how to keep it in check. I never really cared to…"

"But now you do," Elijah finished for him, finally understanding what was bothering his brother. Kol sat in the seat nearest him as he sighed in frustration; his eyes glossy with tears.

"I couldn't live with myself if I hurt Davina. But, hurting the ones we love, whether we mean to or not … that's just what we do, isn't it?" Elijah looked to his brother sympathetically and took strides toward him. Elijah knew the hurt Kol was going through – the battle inside his head of whether he should stay with the love of his life or let her go in fear of hurting her in some way, shape or form. Because of this, Elijah put a hand on his brother's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze as he had no words of comfort to offer.

"It is who we are," Elijah spoke quietly, his gaze finding Juliet's sorrowful stare. If there was one person who knew the Original vampires did nothing but hurt those closest, it was Elijah. He abandoned Juliet, mutilated Tatia, caused Celeste's death and Gias, and not to mention Hayley's heart ache. This was why he never opened up; why Elijah Mikaelson had always been the noble vampire and that was it. 'What will I do to Juliet this time to chase her away?' he thought to himself as he moved to leave the room, leaving Kol and Juliet to contemplate his words.

Seeing a single tear fall from his eye, Juliet walked over to the vampire and sat next to him. The woman rested her head against his shoulder as her arm wrapped around him. Like Elijah, it was hard for Juliet to find the words which could comfort the saddened vampire, especially when it was her who was hurt by the Mikaelson family. "You know Kol; it didn't feel good being abandoned by Elijah." Juliet shrugged, keeping her head on his shoulder. "And in all reality I was so angry with him for centuries. But now here I am, helping out the family not because if Klaus would have died, so would I. But because I love this family like it is my own." Now, Juliet lifted her head and looked to Kol, keeping her arm around his shoulders. "I guess what they say about time healing wounds is true but just know that if there's a way that I have found forgiveness for Elijah, I'm sure that's a sign of hope." Kol, grateful for her words, nodded as he offered her a thankful smile. Getting to his feet, the man pulled her to join him and engulfed her in a tight hug.

"Thank you," he whispered, pulling away. "I'm gonna go find Davina."

"As you should," Juliet answered with a nod, watching as he left the study. A soft sigh escaped her lips while her arms crossed against her chest. Just as she believed things were going to be calm and the night could be spent with Elijah reigniting the love they once had, noises of a struggle echoed through the corridors causing her ears to perk up. Quickly Juliet went to investigate the commotion, her eyes finding Kol and Finn fighting. Before she could intervene, Freya had demanded for Kol to stop, stepping in between her siblings; Lucien appearing behind the woman.

Juliet's brow rose.

'Why would he be here?' the woman mentally asked herself as her feet slowly too her closer to the commotion. Kol, glaring at Freya, walked toward Finn with a candle in hand until Elijah appeared; shoving Kol back.

"Enough!" Elijah commanded, pointing to his brother.

"This isn't your fight!"

"I told you to stay your hand!" Now Juliet was standing next to Lucien, her eyes on him instead of the brothers.

"Fine," Kol responded furiously. "I'd rather take my chances out there with the white oak then stay here with you lot," Kol continued, angrily throwing the candle across the room. Without another word Kol turned to leave, Davina following after him. Freya, fearful for her brother, rushed over to check on Finn before looking back up to Elijah.

"He'll be fine," Elijah assured. "Juliet brought us a gift." Elijah reached into his pocket and pulled out the wooden trinket. "The last remaining white oak in the world … right here." Lucien frowned and watched Elijah intently, as does Finn, who seemed to be realizing how important the trinket was to him. "Sister, would you be so kind?" Freya nodded and flicked her wrist toward the fire pit nearby – flames igniting within it. Juliet watched intently as Elijah threw the wooden trinket into the flames – her heart breaking along with it. However, as the wooden toy fell into the fire, Finn sped toward the pit and plunged his hand into the flames – groaning in pain as he burned until he finally reached the toy, pulling it; miraculously not yet had been consumed by the flames.

"Brother!" Elijah yelled as Finn fell to his knees, looking to his siblings and Lucien with horror in his eyes.

"The little witch has condemned me to this! To remain a beast." Finn looked up to his brother with a pleading expression, his hands grasping onto the white oak. "Elijah, I can't bear an eternity with no hope of escape. Can you?" Elijah, conflicted by the question, said nothing at first. All eyes were on the two brothers; Juliet's eyes stayed glued to Lucien as she took a few steps back. There had been something off about Lucien since the very beginning, but it only became apparent now as Juliet watched him carefully with the question repeating in her mind; why is he still here?

"Finn, give it to me," Elijah begged; Finn didn't move but gave his brother a devastated look. "Give it to me," he repeated. When this didn't work, Lucien sighed before he sped toward Finn, stealing the wooden trinket from him and running toward the opposite end of the room. He looked at the oak for a moment, shocked that he actually had it in his hands; everyone looked to him suspiciously for a moment before he sighed once more, tossing the toy to Elijah. Elijah, surprised by the turn of events, caught the oak.

"Come on, then. After all this time; go on and destroy it," Lucien spoke, annoyed with Elijah's statute like behavior. But Elijah didn't move.

"Elijah, forever is a burden that nobody should have to bear," Finn plead, doing everything he could to sway his brother's mind.

"You cannot keep that white oak in this house, Elijah. It is already a beacon drawing your enemies to you," Lucien fought in the opposing side. Elijah continued to stay frozen in place. "Perhaps the best solution is obvious? Entrust it to the one who loves each of you most." In the haze of everything happening, it was Finn to first realize what Lucien was suggesting. An eternity on the earth might have been a burden he could not have bared, but for those who were not afraid of the everlasting change of the world and the riches beyond anyone's wildest dreams, an eternity seemed like the most precious gift ever given. There were many vampires who took advantage of their newfound life and turned it into a profit; becoming some of the most powerful in business, finance, medicine and other corporate measures while others basked in their self-pity and hatred for what they had become.

Finn had always hated what his mother had forced him into, but Elijah – he enjoyed the life of a vampire; an immortal vampire that no matter what had happened, he would never die. At least; that's what Juliet had believed. Her belief was changed when Elijah seemed amenable to the idea of hiding away the white oak in a chance to be free from the burden of living forever.

"I can cloak myself," Freya nodded. "If it has to exist, at least I can take it far away and hide it under a thousand spells somewhere where no one else will ever find it." The girl looked to her little brother, visibly unhappy with the thought of his death. "Until the day comes when you're ready for release," she ended. Still, Juliet kept her dark gaze toward Elijah, her heart breaking with the knowledge that Elijah was contemplating the possible need for release; but she understood. With their thousands of years inhabiting the earth – they've seen and done pretty much everything that could be. Plus, not only were they burdened with the threat of eternity, but they were burdened with the curse of hurting everyone and anyone that got close to them; what kind of life could be led with a curse like that? Licking her lips, Juliet approached Elijah.

"I'll join you," the woman spoke to Freya, putting her hand over Elijah's, taking the wooden oak into her hands.

"Juliet…"

"No Elijah," the woman stopped him, lightly shaking her head as she moved to stand next to Freya. "If I hadn't come back, none of this would have happened. I made this mess, and now it's time for me to clean it up." She had made up her mind already; it was time. Time to leave behind the Mikaelson family; time to let go of the past and move forward with whatever the future had in store for her. This was her opportunity to seize whatever fate had in store for her without being tied down by emotions or the ancestors.

"May we have a moment please," Elijah inquired, asking those around them to excuse him and the woman he had believed he'd finally settle with. Taking this as a giant hint, everyone went separate ways. Before she left the room, Juliet instructed Freya to pack small bag as they were leaving as soon as possible. Elijah frowned at this, letting out a rough sigh – turning his back to the woman. Once he felt it was safe enough to speak, Elijah turned back around, his hands in his pockets; his defense. "I just got you back; you can't leave."

"It won't be permanent, Elijah," Juliet lied, taking small and slow steps toward him; the wooden trinket still locked in her hands. "Freya and I will make sure that the white oak will forever be hidden; deeply. And once that happens, and then we'll where we go." The man stared at her without a word, watching as Juliet's eyes fluttered as she spoke. "Everything will be okay."

Appearing from the balcony overlooking the courtyard was Freya, looking down to the couple in hopes that they were done. With a nod, Juliet beckoned for Freya to join them so they could begin their journey. Feeling his hand upon her shoulder, Juliet looked over to Elijah and was immediately engulfed in a tight hug; her arms wrapping around his torso. "I'll miss you," Elijah whispered in her ear cause the woman to close her eyes in sorrow.

"I'll miss you too," Juliet responded, choking back the emotions threatening to spill over. Just then Marcel walked into the courtyard wearing a proud face, his footsteps echoing as Freya also joined them. The sister put a hand on Elijah's shoulder and gave him a brief hug, doing the same to Finn when he joined the group. As the siblings had a small moment, Juliet stood a ways from them, her gaze falling upon Lucien who also stood a distance from the family. With his hands in his pockets, Lucien matched Juliet's gaze and held it – as if playing a game of who would break first. But Juliet was stronger, older and much tougher than Lucien was and held the stare until Freya announced she was ready to go. With one last smile, Juliet turned on her heel and began her journey with Freya in protecting the white oak, making sure the Mikaelson family was still safe from harm.

Once outside, the dark-haired woman let out a large sigh as her legs slowly moved her toward Freya's vehicle. Though the blonde wanted to inquire about the issues arising in Juliet's mind, she kept quiet about it and instead spoke in attempts to avert Juliet's thoughts. "Well, at least now we can get to know each other a little bit better; I still don't know much about you or what your relationship was with the rest of the family." Juliet nodded and offered a smile to the witch, knowing what Freya was doing and grateful for it. Approaching the vehicle, Juliet went to move to the passenger seat when she noticed a shadow. Quickly looking to whatever was causing it, she noticed Ezra and Vincent and let out a breath of relief.

"Ezra; I've been calling for you all day," the woman informed him, but immediately realized something off about him. "Is there something wrong?"

"Very much," Vincent answered. The Regent raised his hand, making a fist – using his magic to knock but Juliet and Freya unconscious without another word. He didn't want to do it; these were his friends. But the ancestors had threatened him with death if he didn't abide by their instructions. Ezra, looking quite pleased, patted Vincent on the back as Sofya's men appeared to pick up the women's bodies, throwing them into a black van before whisking them away.

…

Her head ached; as if she had been the victim of an elephant stampede twice over. Soft muffled moans escaped her throat and into the cloth gag covering her mouth. Coming to, Juliet realized what had happened and her head shot up; instantly regretting it as she became lightheaded. Opening her eyes, the woman realized whoever had taken her had put a black clothed bag over her head and bound her hands behind her back. Still she tried to free her hands but wiggling and pushing them against the restraints to no avail.

"Stop struggling." Juliet did what she was told not because she willfully obliged, but because the voice belonging to the command was too familiar.

Ezra.

Before she could say a word the black bag over her head was taken off. It took a few seconds before her eye sight adjusted to the light but when it came too Juliet noticed the man standing in front of her was Ezra – the man she had entrusted everything in, who she loved like a dear brother, was hovering over her with a victorious smile. "A Mikaelson witch, the very first Heretic, a white oak toy." Juliet realized her suspicions about Lucien had been correct all along; he was an enemy. The man stood adjacent her while Freya sat in the seat next to her, bound and gagged as well. "Throw in a little wolf venom and a case of champagne and I'd say we have a recipe for some real fun."

Author's Note:

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