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. 3
Once Juliet was sure Freya no longer needed her magic to work the incantation, Juliet lightly let go of Freya's hands. Once she extracted her hands from the witch, Freya's eyes opened and her lips stopped moving. The spell was completed. "Do you think it'll work?" Elijah questioned, hoping for the best. Both women exchanged glances, hesitant to answer Elijah's question; they weren't sure. Yes, Juliet believed and saw Freya as a powerful witch, but the woman knew the power of the Mikaelson magic was no match for the power of the black spell casted by many powerful witches to construct an accurate hex.
"It's worth a try," Freya said, rising to her feet. In the midst of the spell, Freya had lost much of her strength, especially with the poison still coursing through her system. She took a step back, her balance off as her head became light. Juliet and Elijah took a step forward to help, but Freya held her hands up, claiming she was fine. However, just as she spoke the words, Freya vomited what appeared to be blood. Elijah rushed to her side, feeling her forehead.
"She's burning up." Just then, Jackson rushed into the room, his eyes wide as he saw Freya sick with a fever.
"I'm guessing a hospital is out of the question," Jackson suggested.
"A hospital won't help," Elijah said, taking his handkerchief, wiping the sweat from his sister's forehead. Elijah looked toward Juliet, instructing her to find Rebekah as he stayed with his sister to make sure she indeed was okay. With a nod, Juliet walked out from the room and into the corridor, ready to find Rebekah. But as she took a few steps into the hallway, Juliet was stopped as Hayley was pushed through the wooden and glass doors of Rebekah's room and out onto the balcony overlooking the courtyard; Rebekah following. The force with which they broke the doors caused them to lose their balance and tumble over the balcony railing and onto the floor of the courtyard below.
"What in the hell?" Juliet whispered, her feet racing toward the broken balcony railing, her eyes peering down to where the women landed. Meanwhile, as Rebekah opened her eyes after falling onto the hard floor, her eyes grew black. Juliet let out a soft sigh, knowing it was just a matter of time before Rebekah would fully transform into the monster the spell intended her to become. All of those years writing, fabricating and producing the stake, wasted simply because she hadn't been more careful of where she hid her dark items throughout her years of existence.
Rebekah rose to her feet as she growled ferociously toward Hayley whose hybrid form had already been shown. Hayley flipped onto her feet and got into her fighting stance, preparing for the second round with Rebekah. Watching as the women fought, Juliet stood where she was, her hands in her pockets. Hayley was just about to get another taste of what possessed Rebekah could do until Elijah ran in front of his sister, grabbing her roughly by the arms to stop her.
"Listen to me!" the brother yelled, shaking his sister lightly to get her attention. Rebekah struggled against his hold, her eyes still pure. "Rebekah, look at me!" Reluctantly, the blonde looked toward her brother. "Control yourself." Rebekah sighed and closed her eyes as Hayley slowly stood, Juliet joining her. When Rebekah reopened her eyes, they returned back to their normal white and blue.
"Dear brother … I have control." Elijah, lulled into a false sense of security, sighed in relief and let go of his sister.
"Good." But Juliet knew better; the Mikaelson's 'always and forever' wasn't the key to defeating the spell possessing the Original Vampire. Taking a step back, Juliet held onto Hayley's arm just as Rebekah's eyes turned black once again. The blonde hit Elijah under the chin with the ball of her hand so hard it nearly snapped his neck. He fell to the floor, not expecting such a reaction, which allowed Rebekah to turn her sights back on Hayley.
Juliet, shocked by what had happened, raced toward Elijah, shaking him hard. "Elijah, wake up!" Juliet shouted, worried. Hayley, on the other hand, rushed over to Rebekah to fight once again. However, as Hayley quickly approached Rebekah, the Original vampire simply plunged her hand into the mother's chest, squeezing her heart tightly. Hayley groaned and choked in pain as Rebekah continued to squeeze tightly, unaware of her old friend behind her. Mimicking her actions, Juliet plunged her own arm into Rebekah's chest, breaking the bones of her rib case guarding her heart, and holding the beating organ in her palm. Rebekah yelled in pain, letting go of Hayley in the process.
Klaus, having witnessed the scene with Cami by his side, let out an annoyed sigh; his family would never have a decent Christmas, would they? "Juliet!" he called out, losing no time in helping the woman holding Rebekah back. Juliet let go of her friend's heart, trusting Klaus would hold her back. And he did; Klaus pushed Rebekah toward a large table, pinning her onto the wood. And though Rebekah knew she couldn't physically hurt her brother just yet, the woman noticed Cami standing not far from where they were and smiled.
"Dear, sweet Cami. You're so afraid that you'll ruin her," Rebekah spoke, her eyes glaring at Klaus. With enough strength, Rebekah managed to push her brother far enough for her to get back on her feet. "You keep her behind glass like some breakable object. She's not precious, Nik. Every woman you and Elijah bring into our lives turns to poison. Just look at Juliet over there." Juliet glared at Rebekah while Camille ran out from the courtyard, making Rebekah laughed bitterly. "She'll grow toxic, too." Seeing a moment of weakness, Rebekah shoved her brother back, freeing herself from her strong grasp.
Regaining his composure, Klaus stood tall with his brother, who fully recovered, beside them; the two staring angrily at their sister. Juliet stood behind Rebekah, her arms ready to lunge and grab her if needed. Elijah nodded toward his former lover, in which Juliet knew exactly what it meant; pin Rebekah down at all cost. In a swift movement, Juliet wrapped her arms around Rebekah's torso as the Mikaelson brothers both reached out for Rebekah's arms. They moved her to the table, holding her down onto the wood as she struggled against their hold. Suddenly, a still weak and bloodied Freya joined them with the enchanted blade in her hand. "Hold her!" The three vampires held on tighter to Rebekah as Freya placed the blade against Rebekah's arm, slicing the patch of skin with the cursed skull weal off the girl's wrist as she chanted the spell. Juliet joined Freya with the incantation as Rebekah screamed loudly.
Once the patch was off, Rebekah's body went limp as her eyes closed and her head fell to her side. Everyone moved away from the girl, giving her the space she needed as they all wondered the same thing; did it work? However, they didn't have to wonder long as Rebekah began to stir once again, her groans echoing through the quiet courtyard.
"Well that was annoying," Rebekah said as her eyes opened, revealing their natural blue color. Everyone let out a sigh of relief as they realized the spell worked and they had their normal Rebekah back. Surrounding the blonde, the family offered up thankful hugs as Juliet and Freya stayed behind. The Hybrid witch inquired if the fragile witch was feeling better as just not a few minutes before her fever and the poison in her body had taken over. But Freya was happy to inform Juliet about the heroic rescue Klaus had done by offering the antidote to the poison. This Juliet was happy about; knowing that Klaus still stuck to the Mikaelson moral of always and forever – even with a sister that was still new to him.
Later that evening, as the danger quickly subsided and all nerves began to slowly relax, Juliet stood out on the balcony from Elijah's office, staring down at the lively New Orleans partiers while they pumped their closed fists in the air and drank their alcohol at an accelerated speed. The fragility of their lives intrigued Juliet; as human lives always had. At any moment, any of the humans jumping and excitement below her could be crushed, like ants with a large magnifying glass hovering overhead. Maybe that was the purpose of mortality; the rush of not knowing if and when you'd be struck down by whatever Gods existed. As Juliet contemplated this, Elijah crept behind her, glass of bourbon in his hand as the other rested in his pant pocket. His dark eyes explored the woman's body and admired the way she fitted into the dark jeans.
"Please stop undressing me with your eyes, Elijah." Juliet's voice startled him but forced a small chuckle from his lips; she always could read him like a book. The woman kept her gaze upon the mortals with her arms resting on the railing, her body leaned over. As the man took a step forward, standing beside her, Juliet looked up to him seeing the adoration in his eyes. "Uh-oh," the woman groaned as she straightened her back. Elijah's brows furrowed together at the sound of her voice, allowing her to take away the glass from his hand. "You're falling for me again Elijah. This is just business, you know that." A chuckle was heard from the man as Juliet finished the bourbon in the glass, handing the cup back to him.
"I can assure you I never fell out of it." His words took her off guard; her face fell, eye widening. A part of her wanted to believe it; to believe that after all this time Elijah still felt something in his heart for her. She wanted to believe after all that time together and engaged with only a few hours away from the day when they were to be wedded, Elijah still was deeply in love with her and wanted to continue their relationship. Juliet loved him with her entire soul and even promised to be with him after learning about the hideous monster his mother had turned him into. Juliet was willing to deal with growing old with an immortal by her side, but fate had a different story in mind.
And while that part of her fought to reach out to him, smile and tell him she still felt some kind of love for him, the part of her which held the hatred and resentment – the side that had grown greater over the course of a millennia – won. "Do not taunt me, Elijah," Juliet ordered as she thrusted the glass back in his hand. Her heel turned so Juliet could make her way over to her room, but Elijah grabbed her arm. He feared she would burn him like she had done before, but Juliet froze and stiffed under his touch. "Please Elijah," Juliet pleaded, not wanting to start something that could not be finished.
"Are you aware of the Mikaelson Christmas tradition?" the man asked gently, allowing his hand to fall from her arm. Juliet turned to look at him, offering a nod. Of course she did, she knew everything about them. And her knowledge of their tradition didn't surprise Elijah, making him smile. "Now that Rebekah is present, we're about to begin. Would you like to join us?"
It was strange, yes. Strange to hear Elijah invite her to join a family she was part of years ago. But it felt nice; a ping of acceptance as the woman nodded, accepting the offer. Elijah held his arm out for the woman to take, waiting for her to insert her arm in. But Juliet smiled and shook her head. "Baby steps."
Downstairs in the courtyard, the Mikaelson family (including Cami) were dressed in their best holiday clothes as they stood around the newly lit Christmas tree Rebekah had worked hastily on. Juliet smiled at the blonde as she walked down the spiral steps with Elijah behind her. Feeling like a child with a crush again, Juliet looked away from Rebekah's taunting stares and found Klaus's gaze. Her old friend – her good friend. After everything that had happened and has happened, Juliet was grateful Klaus had found a certain peace being back in New Orleans, regardless of the many threats coming their way.
With a smile, Camille offered the pair a glass of red wine. Juliet happily took the glass, immediately taking a sip from the liquid. As Elijah went to stand next to his brother, Hayley entered the courtyard with her husband and child. Hayley stared in awe at the holiday decorations and stared affectionately up to her husband who returned the glance. It was then when Juliet realized Hayley truly did love Jackson; much differently than she loved Elijah.
"Merry Christmas little one." Juliet's gaze fell upon Elijah who only had eyes for Hope. He bent over to kiss the child on the head as Klaus walked over to Jackson with a smile, handing him a glass of wine.
"Thank you for helping Freya," the Hybrid spoke, grateful. Jackson looked up to Klaus surprised by his uncharacteristic kindness as he took the offered glass. "Unfortunately we're all out of mason-jar moonshine." The pair chuckled as Rebekah approached the men with a large smile.
"Well, Nik, you are positively merry tonight," the blonde commented as she looked toward Cami. "All that therapy must be paying off." Klaus, looking horrified at the very large metal bowl full of burning wood set up by Rebekah on the other side of the room, sighed. "Yes, I know it's not exactly a bonfire, but I improvised." Klaus continued to look nervous about the ordeal, glaring at his sister who groaned in mock frustration. "Come on! It's tradition!"
"Tradition?" Cami questioned, looking toward Klaus.
"We write our wishes then burn them for luck. Strangely, I don't recall wishing for an influx of enemies, and yet year after year…" Juliet smiled at the man, knowing exactly what he meant.
"How odd. Forever on Santa's naughty-list," Elijah added as he smirked into his glass of wine. Juliet walked up beside the Original vampire, looking up to him. The events unraveling in front of her began to slowly melt her cold heart; she never had celebrated Christmas. The Mikaelson's truly were changing the woman's attitude but unfortunately, began changing her own course.
"One of us is still meant to fall by family," Rebekah reminded them.
"Right now, what concerns me is our enemies. They have the weapon they intend to use against us. They cannot know that we found you, Rebekah. Our best advantage is if they believe you are lost at sea." Juliet, staring up at Klaus, realized what his words meant and frowned sadly. She had just gotten her best friend back and sadly she had to say good-bye.
"Then I can't stay, can I?" Elijah turned his head toward Juliet, trying hard to hide his teary-eyes at the thought of Rebekah leaving again. Putting a hand on his shoulder, Juliet looked up to him with a comforting gaze, offering him a small smile. Rebekah turned to look across the room where Freya, Cami, Jackson and Hayley were doting on Hope, showering her with presents and laughing happily. "It's okay. My wish already came true." Rebekah held out her hands for her brothers to take as the men held out their hands for Juliet to take. "We have this moment."
"She's right," Juliet began, looking toward the blonde with a smile on her face. "This is a very rare moment where this actually feels like a family and there is no threat at the moment. Plus I haven't had a Christmas in many centuries so let's look to the positive for now and we'll worry about our enemies tomorrow." The men exchanged glances, agreeing with the woman's words before Klaus placed a light kiss on Juliet's forehead. Offering her a small smile, Klaus walked over to the rest of his family, standing next to Hayley – taking Hope into his arms. Cami looked up to Klaus with a bright smile, honored to see the softer side of him. Rebekah hugged Juliet, whispering in her ear how she is happy Juliet is back before walking off to her family – spending her last moments with her family happy.
Elijah decided against leaving Juliet and stood beside her, putting a hand on the small of her back. "If it's any consolation, know that I am very happy to have you back in my life. We all are." Hearing his words sent shivers down her spine; what does she say to something like that? What would Juliet say knowing everything she did to get herself close to the Mikaelsons? Looking up at him, the woman offered him a small smile as Elijah mimicked Klaus's actions; planting a soft kiss on her forehead. Her heart skipped. A feeling she hadn't felt in a very long time. And as Elijah began walking toward his family, his hand lingering on hers for a brief moment, Juliet couldn't help but let out the breath she had been holding.
When everyone finished unwrapping their gifts, Hope playing with the tricycle Elijah had gotten for her, Rebekah walked into the room wearing a coat and carrying a suitcase full of her belongings. Juliet and Freya looked up to the woman, sad as they acknowledged the necessity of Rebekah's departure. It hurt. So many years envisioning how her life would be with Rebekah by her side – her partner in crime – and when she finally was able to feel like she belonged again, Rebekah had to leave for the sake of the family. Tears filled the brim of her eyes as she rose to her feet, embracing Rebekah in a tight hug. "Take care of them, Jules," Rebekah whispered in Juliet's ear. "God knows they need it." Rebekah pulled away and turned to Elijah, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before rubbing Hope's back. "Bye, baby." As Rebekah turned to Hayley, the blonde placed an apologetic and guilty expression. "I'm so sorry about what I said, Hayley."
"It's fine," the woman spoke lowly. Though Hayley knew Rebekah didn't mean the words she had said while under the influence of the dark spell, Hayley was still hurt by the words nonetheless. Regardless, Hayley offered a smile and assured Rebekah all was forgiven.
"You know, when I left last, I thought for sure you'd hate Klaus forever."
Hayley laughed and rolled her eyes to the remark. "Oh, I will! But even when you hate him…" Rebekah smiled at her started statement, knowing it was Rebekah who had spoken the words previously. With a laugh, Hayley gave Rebekah a hug as Klaus walked into the room. Rebekah pulled away from Hayley and turned to her brother, noticing his sad expression at the thought of her departure.
"You're always leaving," Nik pointed out, his voice low.
"And I always come back," Rebekah assured him. Klaus pulled Rebekah in for a tight hug before pulling away to remind her of her instructions.
"Run far and fast, stay on the move, and – should you happen to meet some handsome fool – know your weaknesses." The blonde, along with those who were listening, laughed at Klaus's instruction.
"Well, perhaps it's time our roles reversed," Rebekah jokingly suggested. "I'll run away from love if you run toward it." With the end of her advice, the woman turned to look back at Cami, who seemed to have heard what Rebekah said and looked bashful as she and Klaus made eye contact. "It's time." Rebekah griped her luggage tight and gave one last glance to her family before she turned and made her way out from the Compound. Everyone watched until she was no longer in view; Juliet holding tightly onto her necklace. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she turned and walked toward the stairs, rising to the second floor library.
This was where Juliet picked up a readied glass of bourbon, poured previously for the sole purpose of needing something to get her frustrations out. Walking out onto the balcony, Juliet repressed her urge to kick and scream and pout from her anger. When she agreed to become who and what she was, the plan was never to hurt the people she loved, but to make them pay for the thousand years of destruction. It seemed as each day passed, Juliet's want to continue the plan decreased as the family continued to open their arms in welcome to her presence, and make her feel like part of them once again. "I don't know if I can do this," Juliet whispered, looking down to the city streets. Her heart was hurting having to watch as Rebekah's cab pulled away from the curb and sped off into the New Orleans nightlife.
"Can't do what?" The woman turned to find Elijah staring at her, puzzled by her words.
"See Rebekah leave," the woman lied quickly, covering her own ass from the possible wrath of a Mikaelson. "All this time missing her only to have her back and to leave again? It's … rough." Elijah nodded, knowing exactly what she meant. Offering a comforting smile, the man walked alongside her, staring out to the New Orleans building across from them. There was where Jackson and Hayley stayed – where Elijah could keep an eye on not only Hope, but Hayley as well. Juliet looked over to the home, her eyes forming into slits as she glared her way into the building. Sure, it was cozy, but not what she would have wanted. Pull yourself together, Jules. You're not here for Elijah. Stick to the plan. The voice in her head scolded the jealousy being harbored inside the woman, causing a slight pain in her stomach.
"Was there ever a moment while you hid yourself that you wanted to come back?" Elijah moved so he was facing Juliet, his hip leaning against the icon railing. With a hand in his pocket, the other was placed lightly on top of Juliet's hand. The woman looked down to their touching skin, feeling the warmth from his touch traveling through her body. She hated the effect he had on her; even after all this time.
"Honestly?" Elijah nodded. "There were a few times. That time in Mystic Falls when you tried to stop your brother from breaking the spell your mother casted upon him, hindering his Hybrid nature. When you plunged your hand into his chest, I wanted to intervene – but I didn't."
"Why?"
"It wasn't time." She knew her vague answers would later come to light, but what she spoke was the truth. The Mikaelson's weren't ready to have someone basically come from the dead, showing themselves to them while they were at a war with each other. Technically, when Juliet arrived it wasn't a good time either – but she could not stand idly by, watching while the Mikaelson's allowed their extinction. They needed her and as much as she hated to admit it, she needed them.
"And now?"
"Not only is Klaus's life in jeopardy, but mine is too. He dies, I die. And I'm not ready to let this go just yet."
"Neither am I." With his words, Juliet looked up to the man who had taken another step closer to her. She could feel his hot breath on her face as she mulled over his words. Did he mean them? Could he not let go of them just yet? His eyes were on her voluptuous lips while his arm snaked around her thin waist. Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing crescendo-ed from his pocket, stopping the moment they had.
"Saved by the bell," Juliet whispered as she backed away from his grasp, putting a hand on her lips. As Elijah answered the phone, the woman used her enhanced hearing to discover Rebekah on the other end, claiming she needed to see Elijah as soon as possible. Her voice sounded rushed and hysterical; not a good sign. Looking up at the man, both he and Juliet shared the same horrified expression. Did the spell come back? Of course, Juliet knew it had – there was no breaking her spell without the help of the ancestors.
"We'll be right there."
In the French quarter, Elijah and Juliet walked down the street in very fancy matching black coats. The two held stern looks as they were met with a very worried Rebekah. They met in an alleyway where they knew no one would walk through to interrupt their conversation; but this also worried Juliet. "I got your message," Elijah spoke, concerned.
"I was halfway to the airport when I suddenly got the urge to rip out my taxi driver's jugular. I only just resisted." Pulling up the sleeve of her left arm the woman looked depressed and defeated, revealing her wrist once again had a painful looking skull shaped weal on it. Elijah's eyes widened in horror and he shook his head in disbelief as he walked toward her. "I'm afraid so."
"Freya can try something else," Elijah suggested. But Rebekah shook her head, holding a hand up.
"What if we run out of time? I already went after Hayley. Who's next? Freya? Hope? And even if she can…"
"You don't want to run," Elijah finished, realizing what his sister was implying.
"You know I always hated it," the woman pointed out, smiling in defeat. The woman reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a white oak ash dagger. "Hide my body. Don't tell a soul," Rebekah instructed, handing the dagger to a very horrified looking Elijah. "Especially not Niklaus. Let him be happy just for once. This is our burden to bear; yours, mine and Juliet's." Rebekah looked over to her old friend, offering her a small smile. "Take care of them Jules; I know they're a handful but you did it once before." With her face scrunched from holding back the tears, Juliet nodded toward her friend. "And when the year that the prophecy foretold is over, have Freya work out a cure, wake me up and throw me a hell of a party," the woman finished, ready for Elijah to drive the dagger through her heart. But Elijah shook his head in refusal, his eyes red with tears.
"I can't," the man refused.
"Why not? Maybe the only way to stop this stupid prophecy is to embrace it. Control it! If we can control it, then maybe we can change it. When I am buried, the family part of the prophecy will be over. You will be able to trust them again … Freya, Hayley, Niklaus. You can stop anyone, friend or foe, that comes at you. So do it, Elijah!"
Elijah held his hands up to try and stop her from coming any closer to him with the dagger. "No."
"Do it!" Rebekah screamed angrily. Elijah desperately tried to calm his sister down to prevent her from attracting any unwanted attention toward them. "Elijah do it!" Elijah looked toward his sister, about to give in and grant her wish, but just as the man went to take the dagger, it had been driven through Rebekah's heart. Juliet stood behind Rebekah, holding the woman upright as Rebekah desiccated, her limp body falling toward the ground. Elijah began to hyperventilate, visibly devastated to have watched the woman he loved drive a dagger through his sister's heart. Angrily, he looked toward her while Juliet sat Rebekah up against the brick wall.
"What? You weren't going to do it and Rebekah is right. It was the right thing to do. Now help me get her some place safe so we can hurry up and deal with this prophecy so I can have my best friend back."
Author's Note:
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