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.
Beautiful Mistake - pt. 2
At the St. Louis Cathedral, Freya Mikaelson began preparing to perform yet another spell while an anxious Elijah paced around the room, watching his sister work. Juliet, on the other hand, stayed in the corner of the room playing with her necklace while she watched the younger witch fiddle with the spell ingredients. Freya was preparing slowly and quite frankly it was beginning to piss the vampire off. Being a more experienced witch, Juliet knew she could prepare and perform the spell in half the time Freya was demonstrating. Freya had a dozen white candles lit on the table around her while she poured drops of various colored potions and pinches of herbs into a small stone cauldron.
"Mikaelson blood tracks Mikaelson blood; I should be able to find her." The girl looked to Elijah with concern as he took an athame, slicing his palm with it to drip his blood into the cauldron. Juliet winced at the sight of him cutting open his palm. Though she knew he would heal almost instantaneously, the woman never did like the feeling of a blade against her skin; some things even vampires could be squeamish about. "I don't understand. Why bring Rebekah into it?"
"They want all three sires. Tristan and Lucien kept us occupied here while they hunted Rebekah," the man answered angrily, placing a rag around his palm to ensure his blood would not reach any other parts of the room.
"She's strong. She cannot be killed –"
"The prophecy says otherwise," Juliet interrupted, reminding them of the impending doom the Mikaelsons faced. Elijah looked to Juliet with a sort of worried look; she stared back. It was hard to stare into his eyes whilst he gave her that specific look - looking worriedly to his sister while she took a deep breath and began to cast the spell. As she chanted, the spindle began to spin around over the map on the table as it found Rebekah's location. While Freya chanted to allow herself to find her sister, Juliet closed her eyes and joined the girl – hidden of course.
Members of the Stryx who accompanied Aya were either dead on the floor or incapacitated, forcing a smile from Juliet; Rebekah really knew how to defend herself. However, as Juliet's eyes swept the ground of the dead vampires, more of Aya's associates filed into the room for round two. As Aya stepped into a defensive position, anticipating the Original vampire's next move, Rebekah looked exasperated but ready to fight as she threw her arms out dramatically. "I guess I should be flattered." Freya's astral-projection body appeared in the hallway behind Rebekah, her smile showing an incredulous expression.
"I can't leave you alone for five minutes." Aya – assuming Freya as a threat – lunged at the witch but dove right through her body as if she was a ghost. Freya smirked in satisfaction before she thrusted her hands out on either side of her body and casted a spell, flicking each of her wrists as she chanted. The spell was one to hinder the vampires – snapping their necks simultaneously, including Aya's, and they fell to the floor where they stood.
"Not bad, now what?" Rebekah inquired to her older sister.
"Run." Rebekah nodded and obeyed as Freya began chanting to project back to her body. As she did so, Juliet opened her eyes and noticed Elijah looking at her with a puzzled expression. Juliet stared back, knowing she had no reason to explain herself to the man, also proving her stubbornness to him. "Rebekah just battled the Stryx. They had bombarded her until I was able to stop them … for now." Freya's eyes were on the two as she began preparing to perform yet another spell as Elijah anxiously began to pace around the front of the table where she was working.
"She can't stay there. Rebekah cannot fight them alone," Elijah spoke, his mind racing with all feasible options to help his sister. Juliet stayed where she was, her necklace still in her hands as she fiddled with the artifact. As Freya answered her brother about how stubborn their sister was, Elijah's phone began to vibrate. "It's Marcel." Answering the phone, Elijah's tone became harsh. "Your timing is perfectly horrendous."
"Yeah? Well, I need your help. Hayley caught one of Tristan's guys tailing her. Knocked him out, brought him to the gym for a little Q and A. Problem is, it's Shen Min." Elijah's expression turned from annoyance to concern as he spun on his heel, turning his back to his sister. His eye caught Juliet's, who in turn provided him with a questionable look. Juliet knew exactly who Shen Min was – and did well at hiding from him for a good century before he let go of his childish obsession with her. The two had met just a few weeks before he was turned into a vampire, and in fact, it was Juliet who tried to help him during his transition into his new life. But Min had a bit of an obsessive personality even before changing and it was her mistake to think Min would have let go of that flaw.
"Marcellus, do I need to remind you that Shen Min was known as "the Red Sorrow" before he was a vampire? You execute him immediately. Before he wakes you tear his heart from his chest." Elijah hung up the phone without another word and turned back to his sister, who was ready to cast the astral projection spell again. The man rushed over to her and took each of her hands in his own as Freya began. Both their eyes closed as they projected to Rebekah, however this time Juliet chose not traveling with them. Instead, she pulled out her phone, sending a quick text message to the man Elijah had previously spoken with.
(Juliet → Marcel) Where are you?
(Marcel → Juliet) St. Anne's Church … y?
(Juliet → Marcel) I'll be right there
Approaching Saint Anne's Church, Juliet looked up to the cathedral roof, admiring the architecture built back in the 1800's. Churches made during that era had always intrigued the old vampire, but it disgusted her that this one was used as a gym for both potential vampires and vampires alike – a place where Marcellus had offered the life of their own disease to unsuspecting humans who knew nothing of what they were getting themselves into. But of course, if Marcel were to take back control of New Orleans like Juliet had previously helped him gain before, he needed the man power.
Entering the church brought back many memories of when she had previously resided in the busy city. Each stain glass window had been stared at for hours from the woman, analyzing the art brought to the church. It was in St. Anne's Church were Juliet had first made a home when she was a new resident in the town – the attic being her own little world away from New Orleans which now appeared to have been a room that held another witch in the past; Davina Clair - a promising witch who allowed her emotions to get the best of her.
As she finally found Marcel and Hayley guarding Shen Min, she could hear Marcel quieting Hayley. With a smile, Juliet revealed herself to the very familiar man, watching as his face grew surprised. "Juliet?"
"Nice to see you too, Marcellus," Juliet spoke with a smile, her eyes falling on Hayley – the new woman in Elijah's life who stole his heart. She was gorgeous, her eyes holding a hard stare and her lips puckered in defense; tall and her arms crossed. Juliet could see why Elijah couldn't help himself. Then again, he wasn't one to get whisked away on mere physical attraction; no there was something else about her that Elijah had taken a fancy to.
"Who the hell are you?" Hayley spoke, her eyes hardening on the woman walking in with their hostage.
"That'll have to wait, my dear. Right now, we have a very conscious Shen Min who should have his heart ripped from his chest." Juliet stood in front of Min, her own arms folded across her chest. Min slowly lifted his head, his eyes finding Juliet's. A fiery stare hit her hard as she knew she'd be greeted with such; she had, after all, left him to mend his obsession.
"About time; now we can get started," Hayley taunted, her attention pulled onto the man. Shen smiled in amusement; at the girl who believed she was any match for the much older and experienced vampire.
"Yes, we certainly can," Shen replied, his attention being pulled to Juliet, who kept her glare at his direction. "You're surprised to see me?"
"Of course, I am; I thought someone would have the intelligence to kill you by now. But I see not all vampires know who you are." As Juliet spoke, she placed her arms behind her back, showing Shen she was not afraid of him. And she wasn't. Not since she knew the man would do nothing to harm her. "You must have laid very low for that to happen," the woman continued, masking any hints the two had had prior commitments.
"I have a much better leader now who helped me control my ripper ways," Shen revealed. Juliet looked to Marcel still acting as if she hadn't already known Shen was in New Orleans. Raising a brow, Juliet couldn't help but shaking her head.
"What happened to the independent and powerful Shen Min not needing anyone?"
"He got smart."
"No, he got weak." The two glared at each other, masquerading the illusion they wanted to rip the other from limp to limp. "I've had enough use for you," Juliet turned to look at Marcel, but just as the man began rolling up his sleeves, Juliet felt a sharp pain through her spine, causing the woman to thrust forward. Her body traveled through one of the main stain glass windows of the church, falling to the ground. As her body hit the concrete outside, she moved to her feet to find Elijah outside the church, staring at her in confusion.
"Juliet? What are you …"
"There's no time. Shen got loose and is in there about to kill Marcel and Hayley." Without another word, the two raced inside to find Shen about to rip out Hayley and Marcel's heart. Elijah and Juliet both using their enhanced speed toward the scene; Elijah impaling Shen through the chest and abdomen with a large, sharp piece of wood just missing his heart while Juliet caught both vampires, allowing them time to recover from nearly dying. Elijah looked to Hayley with concern and inquired if she was okay. This caught Juliet's attention immediately and she glanced up to Elijah who was staring down at her.
In the years she had been watching and spying on the Mikaelsons, Juliet knew about the other women Elijah had fallen for, but never bared much witness to the compassion he held in his gaze for them; until now. The way Elijah stared at the Hybrid broke Juliet in ways she never knew could happen.
"Oh, I'm fine, thank you for asking," Marcel spoke, his eyes rolling as he brushed himself off.
"Marcellus, next time I ask you to take out the trash … try not to dally." Juliet put a hand on Marcel's shoulders – her known way of making sure he was okay. Marcel nodded her way as Elijah began to pull Shen Min onto his knees; still impaled by the long piece of wood. The sight of one of her best caused a pain to stir in the pit of her stomach; but she couldn't help him – and that's what hurt the most.
"Between blood loss and that bite, I'm not sure you have enough time to get answers," Marcel pointed out as Elijah circled around Shen, facing him before he turned his head to Marcel.
"Then let's make the most of it." Turning his attention back to Shen, Elijah spoke lowly. "I have questions." Min turned around in an attempt to get to his feet, preparing to attack Elijah. However, the Original vampire effortlessly grabbed him in a choke-hold and stared at him with a cold expression. "Why were you following Hayley?" Elijah asked, using his powers of compulsion all vampires possessed. Unlike all other vampires who merely held the power to compel humans, the Originals could compel all vampires to do their bidding. This worried Juliet as Shen held important and dangerous pieces of information.
"I was ordered to remove her from the playing field. She is an obstacle to the thing we truly want," Min responded, his strength weakening. Shut up Min, Juliet mentally scolded, worried her identity was to be revealed.
"Which is what?" Elijah growled.
"Davina Claire." Both Marcel and Elijah became unsettled and concerned with Min's confession while Juliet's brow rose. Davina Claire was not to be touched – it was something she had highly stressed. Shen's confession was cause for concern and the woman made a mental note to look into it.
"What do you want with Davina Claire?" Elijah continued.
"Tristan needs her to activate a weapon to use against your family." Masking a relieved sigh, Juliet rolled her eyes to her worries; I stress too much.
"What weapon?" Min began to resist Elijah's compulsion, impressing Juliet. Elijah – however not in the mood for games – squeezed his throat even tighter, causing Shen to gasp for breath. "Forgive me; I'm having a little difficulty hearing you right now. Speak."
"I'd … Rather … Die!" Min gasped for breath. Juliet took a step forward, working her way up to help Shen's situation – thinking quickly on how to get him out. However, Shen mustered up his strength to pull himself out from Elijah grip. Juliet took another step forward as he fell weakly onto the floor. Upon hitting the floor, Shen removed his daylight ring and immediately burst into flames as the rest of the vampires watched in shock while he died in front of them; Juliet especially.
"Whatever he was so desperate to hide is something we need to be concerned on finding out." Marcel was the first to speak, Juliet looking away from the charred body.
"Marcel and I will grab Freya and Rebekah," Juliet began, recomposing herself. "You guys stay here." Juliet grabbed Marcel's arm and they began their trek to St. Louis Cathedral where Freya resided. As they made their way, the woman could feel Marcel's eyes on her, boring a metaphoric hole in her back. "Staring isn't polite my dear Marcel," Juliet taunted, her gaze never leaving the path in front of her as she began to feel a sense of dread; something was wrong.
"What are you doing back here, Jules? You said I would never see you again," Marcel spoke softly, his words low and hurt. Finally, Juliet turned to look at him, her own expression softening; something only those close enough to her would see. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, but I also get the feeling something big is about to go down."
"Something big is about to go down, Marcellus. The lives of the Original vampires are in danger, and you know as well as I do Niklaus is no one's favorite person. If he dies, I die – so do you, and so do many other vampires who are actually good people compared to our sire. This threat is not to be taken lightly; this one is too real." The tone in Juliet's voice caused Marcel to become even more worried than he originally was. "Now quit stalling and let's get Freya and your ex-girlfriend."
Author's Note:
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