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.
Savior pt. 1
The rain fell quickly from the sky, hitting the ground with audible sounds. The dark clouds clogged up the night hiding the millions of stars behind them. On the docks at the southern coast of Louisiana bordering the Gulf of Mexico, the rain hit the wood and scrap metal formed together to make the roof over a large warehouse; a warehouse where a large man rode a forklift to transport a soggy, seaweed covered shipping crate which contained the desiccated body of Rebekah Mikaelson. Other men accompanied the larger man; middle-aged men working for their families. However in this case, they worked for the Mikaelson family. "Right where he said it would be," one of the sailor's spoke as he rubbed his cold, callused hands together. "Open it! This Mr. Elijah Smith paid big money to have this dredged out of the Gulf. Whatever in it has gotta be worth a fortune. I say we renegotiate." The men finished opening the crate, but before they could fully examine its contents, Elijah and Juliet appeared behind them. Elijah lowered the large umbrella he held over them, snapping it closed as he looked to the men annoyed.
"I'm afraid that was my final offer," Elijah spoke as a smirk tugged at the corner of Juliet's lips. The men began to position themselves in a defensive formation. The Original vampire looked back at Juliet, a small smirk on his face as he began sliding his coat from his body. He handed his coat to the woman, giving her a wink before he vamp-sped to the sailor in charge, plunging his hand into his chest and ripping his heart out. The other men's eyes widened as they witnessed Elijah's unnatural powers and the red, still beating heart in his hand. Juliet watched carefully as Elijah ripped into the rest of the men, leaving no one behind.
Once all the men were on the floor, dead, Elijah walked to Juliet – covered on blood. The woman extended her arm holding his coat and gave him a disapproving look. "What?"
"Did you have to kill them?"
"This coming from you?" Juliet gave him a look as he began wiping the blood from his face with a handkerchief the woman had handed him. Without another word, Juliet walked over to the shipping crate and opened the lid of the coffin. Her eyes rested on the grey skinned Rebekah Mikaelson; her old friend. A small smile formed along her lips as Juliet's eyes rested on the stake sticking out from the woman's body; a stake she created. This wasn't part of her plan; Rebekah being shipped and sank down into the bottom of the ocean was not part of her plan and yet there they were, Juliet and Elijah standing together as they looked down to his sibling.
In one quick movement, Elijah pulled the stake out from Rebekah's torso and almost instantaneously the woman woke with a gasp as her natural color returned to her skin. Juliet moved to give the siblings some space to re-connect just as Rebekah sat up, looking around in shock before she noticed Elijah's presence. She smiled widely and sighed in relief. "Hello sister," Elijah greeted, a large grin spreading along his lips.
"Please tell me I didn't miss Christmas," Rebekah responded, smiling weakly.
"Not at all," her brother assured her, holding his hand out to help the woman out from the coffin. But Rebekah's eyes caught glimpse of Juliet and her smile faded, her eyes widened and her lips parted as she began to become pale; as if she had seen a ghost, the ghost of a friend that should have been buried in the grave for thousands of years. "It's her," Elijah confirmed, putting a hand on his sisters shoulder. "She's alive."
"Hello Rebekah." Juliet smiled widely as she took a few steps closer to the blonde. In one swift movement Rebekah vamp-sped to Juliet and wrapped her arms around her old friend with a single, happy tear sliding down her dry cheek. Juliet was finally happy.
"I can't believe it's actually you," Rebekah whispered, pulling away from the woman. "Wait." Her face fell, her brow rising. "Is that my coat?"
The ride on the way back to the Mikaelson Compound was filled with laughter from the two women, reminiscing about the good times when they were younger. They spoke about all the pranks they would play on the Mikaelson boys, the long walks they would have together and how Juliet was still alive. It was bittersweet for Rebekah to know her old friend was still alive; bitter knowing Juliet didn't reveal herself until a thousand years later, and sweet since Juliet was Rebekah's first true best friend. Juliet was there for Rebekah for so many tears and struggles whilst they grew up; plus Juliet was the first woman Rebekah had experimented with.
Elijah sat quietly with a smile on his face as the women dancing along the concrete sidewalks of memory lane, his eyes on the dark road. He listened intently to their words, his own mind tailing along. But when Juliet grew quiet, he looked to his right to see the dark-haired woman sleeping soundly with her head against the tinned window. A small smile pulled on his lips before he averted his gaze back to the road. "You still love her, don't you?" Rebekah asked; her voice low. Elijah peered through the rearview mirror to look at his sister, his eyes telling her everything she needed to know. His sister let out a soft sigh as her body sat back against the car seat. She lightly shook her head, a light and strained laugh escaping her lips. "This is going to complicate things isn't it? I mean, she obviously knows about Hayley."
"She knows about all of them Rebekah; she left out a rather important part out of her story," Elijah responded, his gaze falling back on his sister's. He took a few minutes to explain what he had found out about Juliet from an ex-employee of hers while the Hybrid slept peacefully next to him; or so he thought. Juliet had woken from the sound of Rebekah's voice but she kept her eyes closed while the siblings talked. "She's been close by all this time and what scares me the most is knowing she kept it so well hidden without any of use noticing."
"She was always very intelligent, Elijah. Why does that surprise you?"
"It doesn't. But we still don't know if she's here to help us or to fulfill the prophecy."
"That's why you've kept her so close," Rebekah said, mostly to herself as her mind clicked to Elijah's little plan. "Moving her in while Hayley lives across the street; genius."
"I'm sure she already knows the reasoning behind her stay at the Compound, but she's been cooperative so far." And that was the last sentence the two spoke before an eerily deafening silence fell upon them.
Juliet continued to keep her eyes closed, creating the illusion she was still fast asleep as her mind raced with thoughts. It hadn't dawned on her the reason behind her stay at the Compound, but now knowing the truth caused her anger to rise. How could she not see beyond Elijah to piece together his plan? How could she not clearly see everything that was happening in front of her? And as much as she did not want to admit the clear answer to her questions, Juliet shifted in her seat and allowed her eyes to opening, falling upon the yellow lines taking her home.
Elijah stood outside a gas station just outside of New Orleans filling the vehicle's gas tank as Juliet and Rebekah ventured inside the small building. Rebekah was hungry – as she should be for being locked in her coffin under the sea for so long. While the woman fed on the gas attendant, Juliet looked around the selection of snacks. They all looked disgusting to her – packaged poison humans were feasting on with no knowledge of how terrible it really was for their bodies. But it wasn't blood and focusing on the colorful bags of chips and nachos took her mind off the smell of blood pumping through the vents while Rebekah fed.
"Did you want some?" the blonde woman offered; her eyes still red while the blood dripped from her fangs. Without looking toward the monster, Juliet shook her head and begged for Rebekah to hurry. "I'm gonna be a bit. Go on, I'll be fine." Without protesting, Juliet grabbed a water bottle before she walked outside into the fresh air where she could no longer smell the scent of blood to see Elijah looking up at her. Keeping her eyes on him, the woman took a quick sip from the bottle as she walked toward him.
"You weren't asleep, were you?" Elijah questioned, as he placed the fuel pump back where it belonged. The woman, however, kept her gaze up to the door as her blood began to boil. Her body needed blood; she needed to feed as she could feel her body beginning to weaken from the lack of blood. But it was hard for her to bring herself to do so. Before Elijah could speak another word, Rebekah began walking out of the building, wiping her mouth with a napkin.
"I think I prefer the bottom of the murky sea to that restroom," Rebekah groaned, causing Elijah to smile.
"Still hungry, are we?" the brother inquired as his sister groaned in frustration, rubbing her wrist which seemed to bother her. Juliet took notice of this but kept quiet, not thinking much of it.
"I'm not hungry, I'm angry. Staked by your ex, drowned by Nik's … you two need a lesson in women."
"You can say that again," Juliet mumbled under her breath, crossing her arms.
"Could the lesson not be yours to learn, Rebekah?" Elijah asked with an eye roll. "Didn't you damn one to an eternity to viciously antagonize the other?" The sister gave him an annoyed look before a light bulb went off in her head.
"Do those lunatics actually believe the prophecy?" Neither Elijah nor Juliet answered the woman but merely exchanged glances before looking back to her. "You don't, do you?"
"You'd be foolish to ignore the manifestations of these omens," the man informed her.
"We can't be killed, Elijah!"
"This prophecy does state one of us will fall by family," he reminded her.
"Well I would never harm you; you killed half the Navy rescuing me, Freya hates traitors…" Rebekah suddenly winced and rubbed her arm as Elijah was too distracted by their conversation to notice but Juliet's brow furrowed as she watched the blonde closely. It was what she feared; the stake which Rebekah was impaled by was one Juliet had made, and it was made special.
"Yes, Freya. Let's not forget her allegiance to Finn. I do want to trust her, but…"
"So that leaves Nik. Do you think he's learned his lesson about backstabbing his family?" Juliet let out a small chuckle, earning a glare from Elijah.
"I think he learns that lesson all the time. He's just a terrible student," Elijah spoke, his gaze still on Juliet. The man began to make his way over to the vehicle while Juliet stayed where she was, her eyes on Rebekah's pale face but darkening eyes.
"Do you ever want to just rip out his heart and see how long it takes to grow back?" Rebekah asked; her voice deep with anger as her fangs began to sprout. Finally, Elijah noticed the rapid change in his sister and began walking closer to her. Without warning, Rebekah cried out in pain and clutched her arm. Juliet rushed to her side as her wails began to subside; Juliet pulling Rebekah's arm to get a better look at it and noticed a painful-looking mark; a mark that had to be the work of dark magic.
"What is it?" Elijah asked, worried. Juliet looked up to Elijah and sadly shrugged, slightly shaking her head; knowingly aware of where the mark had come from. It was the stake which had been used to subdue the Original Vampire; matching skulls would prove the relationship.
"Marvelous. What do you get the girl who has everything this Christmas?" Rebekah sarcastically asked in annoyance. Elijah held the stake next to her mark and realized where the skull on his sister's harm had come from. "A cure to a magical mark growing on her bloody arm." Looking up to Juliet, Elijah beckoned for her to follow him. They walked off a bit before Elijah asked if she could cast a spell which would hinder Rebekah from hearing them. Raising her hand, Juliet looked to Elijah with a small smile.
"What are we dealing with?"
"Why are you asking me?" Juliet questioned, slightly offended Elijah would assume Juliet knew of dark magic. Elijah gave her a look mixed with annoyance and she sighed. "I'm assuming the stake had a little back door spell that when it's inserted into a body, a spell locks onto the person for when the stake is extracted. And when it is, the spell is activated."
"What kind of spell?"
"I don't know, but obviously it's not one that tickles." Elijah gave the woman another look of annoyance before he averted his gaze to his sister who was in obvious pain from the mark. "We should probably get back to the Compound as soon as possible. Maybe Freya has an idea of what the mark is."
"We'll need to hurry in case that spell has a time limit." Agreeing with Elijah, Juliet walked beside him as they approached Rebekah to inform her of the plan. Once the blonde agreed, they all entered the vehicle and continued their way to the Mikaelson Compound.
Author's Note:
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