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.

Out of the East - pt. 2

As the Mikaelsons prepared for the Thanksgiving dinner with the enemy, Juliet made her way to her own home to dress for the occasion. When she opened the door, the woman was greeted with the beautiful and melodramatic sound of a piano. Upon investigation Juliet found the music was coming from Frederick playing and allowing his fingers to glide on the keys. A smile formed as she closed the door, but when she did the music ended. Frederick popped his head from the doorframe, seeing Juliet's smile fade. "Oh, please don't stop on behalf of me – I rather enjoyed coming home to that beautiful sound," the woman spoke as she neared the man, putting a hand over her heart. "You have such a talent," she complimented, directing him back to the piano. The man happily began playing once again – a melody she was not familiar with. However, it still spoke to her; any tune that allowed Juliet to fall deep in thought – devising a plan on defeating the enemy deserved a gold star – was worth admiring. With a swift kiss on the cheek, Juliet ran up to her level of the house to find the perfect outfit.

Sifting through her closet, Juliet raised a brow. There weren't many dresses in her closet as the last time she visited New Orleans, she was not into wearing dresses any longer. It wasn't until the nineteenth century when Juliet was finally able to wear pants without being looked down upon, and she promised herself she would never wear another dress for as long as she existed. "Jeans will have to do," the woman whispered to herself, picking out a pair of black skinny jeans with a Van Helen band t-shirt to go along with it. Grabbing her black leather jacket and boots, Juliet made her way back down to the first floor of the home where Frederick was still playing. "When did you learn to play?" she asked as she slipped her boots on.

"I began lessons at four years old," Frederick began explaining, as his fingers finished pressing the black and white keys. Juliet took a good look at him; he cleaned up well. For being almost fifty years old, Frederick was rather attractive with his grey hair slicked back and his beard trimmed and tamed. His dirty old, ragged clothes had been thrown out and instead he wore a gray button up shirt and boot cut jeans. As his piercing blue eyes looked up to her, the man smiled. "It was my mother's favorite instrument; I play in memory of her as she died giving birth to me." Just then, Juliet realized how much the two had in common. "I always felt responsible for her death, so I took up piano to keep her spirit alive." Juliet smiled at the man, knowing there was a reason why she had taken him in.

"I'm sure you keep her spirit very happy," the woman commented with a kind smile. "Help yourself to anything in the fridge and the house while I'm gone. And when I get back, we'll continue this conversation." Frederick tipped his invisible hat at the woman before she walked out the door. Still with a smile, the woman hopped into her car to make her way to the Mikaelson Compound.

A formal dinner table was set in the courtyard and the bar had been replaced and filled with fancy decanters full of various forms of alcohol, along with plates of grapes, cheese and bread as hor d'oerves. Lucien stood at the bar, pouring himself a glass of bourbon when Tristan arrived with a bouquet of flowers in a large pot he held in his hands. Lucien's brows rose as he widely smiled, teasing the vampire. "Aw, flowers for me? You shouldn't have." Tristan rolled his eyes as he laid the pot of flowers on the other end of the bar as Lucien popped a grape into his mouth before sitting on one of the barstools.

"They're for the lady of the house. The well-mannered bring a gift when invited to dinner; I assume you brought nothing," Tristan spoke, his voice dripping in hatred for the man.

"Nothing but my deepest respect for you," Lucien answered snarkily.

"Nice to see we're already getting along." The two men turned their heads to see Juliet walking into the courtyard, the heels of her boots hitting the ground with authoritative force. She stopped by the stairs where Klaus and Elijah were walking down, their eyes on the two men. Tristan smirked at the sight of Juliet, having a bit of a history with the woman while Lucien raised a brow to the unknown woman. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Lucien. You see, you call yourself the first of Klaus's sire-line however you're incredibly mistaken." Lucien looked up to Klaus, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Yes, you see – Juliet here was the first to ever be turned by one of us. It just so happened that during her transition, we had to leave because our village wanted to burn us to the ground," Klaus intervened as he took the last step onto the ground. The news of Juliet's affiliation with the Mikaelson struck Lucien hard; surprised by the revelation that he, in fact, was not the first sired by an Original vampire. In his years of existence, the vampire had used that tag line to weasel his way with the vampire women he had met with; it was all a lie. "I take it Aurora is on her way?" At the sound of her name, Aurora waltzed into the room in a vintage, dark-purple velvet dress with large, puffy sleeves which she wore with a wide smile.

"Wow, make me feel under-dressed why don't you," Juliet mumbled as her eyes rolled at the sight of the red-headed woman.

"I'm sorry I'm late. Just freshening up; I did want to look pretty," Aurora spoke, her eyes on Juliet. Klaus smiled in amusement at the two, though his smile fell as she walked toward Lucien who seemed to have been momentarily stricken speechless by the sight of her. "Well, well. If it isn't my old friend Lucien."

"Hello, Aurora. It's been ages. You look…" Lucien began to speak, however, jealous of the interaction; Klaus walked toward Aurora and took her hand in his own.

"You look ravishing," he finished, giving her hand a light kiss, making both Lucien and Tristan uncomfortable. Even Juliet and Elijah, who had stood together, rolled their eyes and sighed at the action. And before the three of them could start a fight, Elijah joined Klaus.

"Welcome to our home. I do wish it was under better circumstances. We all face a common threat – a prophecy warning that my siblings and I would all fall within a year." Elijah paused dramatically as he buttoned his jacket. Juliet stepped next to him, her eyes – masked with dark eye makeup – glaring at the three enemies. "I fear my sister already has." After a moment of awkward silence, Tristan spoke up.

"Only as a precautionary measure, I assure you." Lucien looked to Tristan in surprise and disapproval, and Elijah, too, didn't seem too pleased by his piece of information. Juliet raised a brow at the suited man.

"Interesting. You see, I would have called it an entirely unnecessary measure. We need to unite to prevent the prophecy from coming to pass. And, since any alliance is impossible without honesty…" The brother exchanged glances before Elijah continued. "Let us begin this evening's proceedings by formally acknowledging your clandestine alliance." The Original vampire gestured to Tristan and Lucien, who both looked stunned and a little afraid by this admission so early in the evening. However, after a moment, Lucien nervously replied to Elijah's statement, causing a smile to form on Juliet's lips.

"Now gentlemen, before –" Elijah quickly and patronizingly cut off Lucien before he could finish his sentence by shushing him numerous times.

"Let's not ruin the dinner before it begins."

"And, do try to bear in mind, we expect an honest and productive negotiation this evening," Klaus included as Tristan nodded.

"Shall we begin?" Tristan and Lucien both sighed nervously while Aurora simply smiled, visibly amused by the drama of the conversation. Juliet glared at the red-headed woman as Elijah extended his arm toward the table – offering chairs to their guests. The three took seats after Klaus took his as he looked to Elijah, who in turn nodded curtly before joining them all at the table. Juliet was rather hesitant joining the table, feeling a bit out of place. Besides Lucien casually wearing dress pants and a button up shirt, compared to the rest of the crew, Juliet was rather under-dressed.

As the men spoke, the Originals dancing around the fact they knew the plan, Juliet sat quietly, desperately trying to concur the ability to read minds. It was a power that not even she could achieve, but that didn't stop the woman from trying. She sat at the table, in between Niklaus and Elijah, with her arms folded across her chest and her leg over the other while she sat back against the seat. She could feel Aurora's eyes on her – the woman's eyes burning a metaphoric hole in Juliet's olive skin. Aurora was rather furious with Juliet – a woman with whom she thought had an alliance with her. However, Juliet knew Aurora and her sporadic tantrums that came at the most inopportune moments. Aurora was horrendous and uncontrollable when it came to her mood swings. It was as if her vampire nature had heightened an undiagnosed bipolar disorder; causing it to intensify upon her transition.

Nevertheless, Juliet's plan was to keep all the living Mikaelson family members as such; unharmed and untouched. Rebekah's abduction put a damper on her plan and Juliet aimed to retrieve her favorite Mikaelson. But with Aurora furious at her, the mission would prove rather difficult.

"Funny story – it turns out all along that the medallion was in the hands of Nik's friend, Camille; the bartender – slash – therapist." Juliet's brow rose as she looked up from her lap. Lucien was rather smug as he spoke about the medallion, but what intrigued her was this Camille woman. With everything she knew about the Mikaelsons, even not being around them for over a millennium, Camilla was not someone Juliet knew of. Aurora didn't seem too happy either as she tried desperately to compose the glare at her beloved. However, Klaus quickly recovered and scoffed off Lucien's remark.

"A medallion that could lock us away … hardly seems like a wise strategy for those coming to protect us. Hand it over," Klaus instructed with his brother following, requesting the return of Rebekah. Lucien began speaking, which seemed more like stalling to Juliet which only made her patience thin.

"Elijah, please remind me why the two of you haven't already compelled these morons into giving you lot what you want?" Juliet questioned, showing how obvious she was tired of the trinity's conversation. However, Aurora stopped Elijah from answering with an annoying cackle.

"We lost a century to compulsion, my dear. And some of us lost a great deal more. Surely you can't believe we'd allow ourselves to come here vulnerable?" Aurora had a good point, one that Juliet had already thought about. But keeping the conversation moving along was her best deal as Juliet had places to go and people to see.

"My dearest Aurora, compulsion is not our only party trick," Elijah reminded, chiming in. But his statement caused Aurora's smile to become a scowl within seconds as she reminded the Original vampire her dislike of threats. As Tristan jumped into the conversation to mediate the attention away from his sister, Juliet raised a brow at the siblings, letting out a breath of air. She wondered exactly what it was they had up their sleeves as it was not what she had originally anticipated.

"We've known that since Finn and Kol died that our continued existence depends on the Mikaelsons. Unfortunately, so does every other vampire in the world. Given that the sire-lines have declared war against one another, you can imagine how many young upstarts have come to the same conclusion – kill an Original, wipe out an entire line of rivals." Tristan looked pointedly at the three vampires sitting opposite of him. "Heavy burden, isn't it? The lives of thousands of sired vampires resting on your shoulders? In a perfect world, you'd allow us to seal you away forever, thus eliminating the threat." The Mikaelson brothers stared coldly at Tristan, clearly not appreciating the implications of what he was suggesting. And Juliet knew they would never go for it; why hide away in a room when they could enjoy the wonders of the world? The woman narrowed her eyes at Tristan, lightly shaking her head at him.

"Fortunately for us, the world is far from perfect," Klaus spoke, smiling weakly at Tristan.

The Thanksgiving dinner at the compound knew tensions growing even stronger than Juliet had hoped for. The men continued to argue about Rebekah's return home, excluding Lucien. The vampire sat back and watched the entertainment as he happily sipped on his drink for the night with his hand on his lap and a smile on his face. Juliet observed him closely, her arms folded across her chest as she balanced herself on the back legs of her chair. That was until she heard footsteps echoing through the courtyard. Turning in her seat, Juliet found Freya looking appalled at the sight of her brothers' guests in her home.

"We're welcoming our enemies to the dinner table now? Convenient, given she's the one who has the answers I want." Freya gestured to Aurora, who was offended by the accusation.

"Oh, for heaven's sake! Now I have to deal with the long-lost sister?" Juliet smiled, amused, to Aurora before looking over toward Freya. "Nik, please spare me your family's rage and paranoia. It is exactly this kind of lunacy which led me to steal Rebekah in the first place." Klaus' amused look turned to anger as he narrowed his eyes at Aurora, who rose to her feet.

As Niklaus began his interrogation, Juliet continued to sit back and watch the scene unfold around her. The courtyard was starting to become a frantic zoo with animals as Klaus slammed his fist against the table and Tristan made his way to Freya using his vampire speed power, holding a pointed knife to the Mikaelson sister. "Oh, this all escalated very quickly," Lucien mumbled with a smile, causing Juliet to snort in laughter. Klaus glared at the woman; she offered him a shrugged.

"What? It was funny, all of this is funny," the woman began, getting to her feet. "All of these meaningless threats are quite amusing actually as one side believes they have the upper hand while the other believes the same. But what all of you are forgetting is - there are more than just two sides." Everyone stared at Juliet in confusion, everyone except Freya. Juliet glanced over at the Mikaelson sister and gave her a split-second raise of the brow, indicating the start of their shared plan to overturn power during dinner. With the flick of her wrist, Freya magically caused Aurora's neck to snap, rendering her unconscious but sadly not dead. Juliet then vamp-sped to Tristan, putting a hand on his shoulder, causing him to fall into a deep slumber.

Witnessing this, Elijah raised a brow at Juliet, puzzled as to what his former lover had planned on her own – and how she had managed to cause Tristan to fall with just a touch from her hand. Juliet smiled at the other vampires as she took in a breath. "Now, I'll allow Niklaus to choose which of these vulgar parasites he'd like to torture first." Lucien took in a deep breath, clearly not keen to be alone with either Mikaelson brother while Klaus shrugged, a smile forming along his lips. Taking lingering strides, the Original vampire walked over to his once believed first sire, and placed his hand on Lucien's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

"Why don't you take the stable boy?" Klaus spoke toward his brother, smiling devilishly toward him. "Lucien and I are long overdue for a good catch-up." Juliet smiled as her sire looked down to Lucien, whispering in his ear a warning if Camille were to be harmed. Narrowing her eyes at them, the woman's face immediately brightened up.

"Okay good, I have a sense the lot of you have this under control for now. I'm going to step out for a moment and check up on a few things, and when I get back I expect the exact location of your dearest sister." With a smile and a nod, Juliet turned on her heel and began walking out of the Mikaelson Compound, but she was quickly stopped with Elijah's hand forcefully holding her arm. Juliet glared up at the man, unappreciative of the way he was holding her.

"When you get back, we have a few things to discuss," Elijah demanded, his voice authoritative. But Juliet knew better, and she knew Elijah could do nothing to harm her any longer. Juliet continued staring at Elijah, magically forcing pain in his palm; as if touching her had felt he had laid his hand on a stove burner. The man bucked his elbow back in pain, shaking his hand.

"Do not. Touch me. Again," Juliet warned through gritted teeth before taking her strides out from the Compound.

Marcel walked into his home; a sad excuse for one that is. But he liked the location and how he could watch New Orleans from across the bay. The day had been a tiresome one and all he wanted was a glass of alcohol and knock off in bed. However, as he reached the bottom of the stairs, he watched as a familiar face sipped on his expensive Bourbon, sitting on the couch. "By all means, make yourself at home," Marcellus groaned walking further into his home.

"Who is Camille?" Juliet's striking eyes blinked up to Marcel, her annoyance evident in her tone and body language. Her elbow rested on the couch, bringing the glass closer to her mouth while her other arm straightened against the opposite arm rest. Her leg crossed over the other as her head lifted to look at the man better.

"She's some girl that Klaus goes to for his therapy sessions," Marcel answered with a shoulder shrug, getting himself a glass of alcohol.

"And you thought that was something to leave out in your reports?" Juliet questioned, her brow rising as her disappointment leaked in her expression. "I told you I needed everything and anything on the Mikaelsons and you would become king of New Orleans. That was our deal when I rescued you from that fire."

"Do you see me wearing the crown right now?"

"No," Juliet began, getting up from her chair, taking a few steps closer to the man. Her boots hit the ground hard with every step she took as her eyes glared at Marcel. "I see a powerful vampire being pathetic while hiding out in a dump. But I intend to change that." Marcel cocked his head to the side, narrowing his eyes to the woman. "In order for my plan to work, I need everything Marcel – even something as small as Klaus seeing a therapist because, apparently, he's smitten with her. And that could be a game changer." Again, Marcel narrowed his eyes to her, confused of what she had in store. "Everything will eventually come to light, but if there's anything else you forgot to mention I need to know now. If you want to be unlinked to the most hated supernatural creature in the world, I can't have any surprises."

Author's Note:

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