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.
A Ghost along the Mississippi pt. 2
The Regent witch held onto Juliet's hand, his eyes wide. Rumors had spilled about a Hybrid vampire with witch powers but the man didn't believe it; he couldn't. It was told once a witch was transformed into a vampire, their magical connection ceased to exist due to the part of them that died – their soul. And yet, as he analyzed the woman and felt the power radiating off from her body, Vincent was made a believer. She was nothing of what he had envisioned for a Vampire/Witch hybrid to look like; the man honestly wasn't sure what to expect as even Klaus hadn't looked like a monstrous and ruthless hybrid either. "You're…"
"Yes, I'm the vampire and witch hybrid that all witches seem to not believe in. I'm basically a god; only those who have faith in the ancestors believe I exist while the others … well. They are sadly mistaken." Elijah stood away from the two; his eyes zigzagging back and forth like a ping pong match as the two witches spoke. His back rested against the stone wall of a mausoleum, a leg propped up against it as the other balanced his weight; a bit of worry began to bubble within his stomach. Vincent knew who Juliet was, that meant other witches had heard about the woman, and yet … the Original family knew nothing about a Vampire/Witch hybrid. It bothered and devastated him to know that even after all these years; the Originals were not informed on everything in the supernatural realm after all.
"Look, I don't know what to tell you. You want the Serratura? You're gonna have to go after Tristan because he took it with him after he forced me to activate it." Juliet and Elijah exchanged glances; the woman's more annoyed than any other emotion as Elijah suggested for Vincent to deactivate the medallion. "I couldn't even if I wanted to, and just for the record, I'm all done with vampire demands for the day. Push me and see what happens."
"Unwise for you to offer juvenile threats, Vincent. If you've learned anything about me, you'd know I don't take kindly to them. The Mikaelson family is in jeopardy and, from where I'm standing, you're responsible for that."
"That's on them! If Tristan didn't have the pendant, then he wouldn't have any leverage over me." With a small smile, Elijah held up the pendant for Vincent to see; Tristan didn't hold leverage after all. The man sighed, knowing the Mikaelson family having the object wasn't any good as Tristan holding it. "You're gonna hold me hostage, aren't you?"
"Oh, see! You do know me!" Juliet sarcastically proclaimed, her hands clapping together.
Back at the compound, the trio walked into the courtyard where they found a horrified Freya clutching her chest with one hand and a piece of parchment in another. She stared at a small, cream-colored box on the table when Elijah, sensing something wrong, rushed over to her. Juliet held back with Vincent, a hand resting on his shoulder to prevent an escape. On the table rested a box which Elijah appeared to be both concerned and suspicious before he gently lifted the corner of the lid while Juliet and Vincent watched from behind. The man's face fell upon seeing the gift left for the Mikaelson family, Freya's horror still evident in her face. "Who?" Elijah asked, the box lid quickly closing.
Jackson. Juliet's brow twitched at the news of Hayley's husband's heard residing in the box.
The woman's attention was pulled to the door where Tristan walked through; his smile fading once his eyes laid upon her. His lids reduced to slivers as he glared in her direction with a brow raised, curious to her visitation. Things were odd lately, especially with the siding of vampires into their factions. Juliet had come from Niklaus Mikaelson while Tristan de Martel had been the first to ever be turned by Elijah Mikaelson. But with allowing him to get tortured by the Hybrid mother, Tristan was especially grumpy toward the Hybrid witch. For years she had been speaking about a plan she had concocted with some help of unnamed assailants. And suddenly the woman was acting as if she wanted to help the Mikaelson's.
Juliet was rather amused by the way Tristan handled himself around her. It was cute, for lack of better term. And Juliet quite enjoyed it. There was only one person who was to carrying out the plan; her. If there were to be others then the ancestors would have told her. But alas, Juliet was the one who agreed on taking down the most powerful family in the supernatural world and that was exactly what she was going to do. It was a war. And sometimes it was necessary for collateral damage. "A plus for keeping up appearances, right?" Tristan said nothing as he closed the door behind him while Juliet applauded her own performance. "What? Not happy to see me?"
"Not really happy with the pain I've just endured," the man answered as he walked closer to the standing woman. His hair was disheveled from the torture Hayley had inflicted on him and his white collared shirt still bore blood stains on them. Juliet met Tristan halfway just before wrapping her arms around his neck, letting her lips fall upon his.
"I've got to say, adding that little memory of us in bed was a good touch," the woman complimented, a smirk forming at the corner of her lips. "Well done."
"Had to make it look realistic, right?"
"And you did a hell of a job taking one for the team. Now, I've got another job for you."
"I refused to be tortured again, Juliet. There's only so much pain I can take." Juliet sarcastically pouted with her brows furrowed.
"Luckily for you, this job requires you to be the torturer." Tristan's brows rose, curiosity riddled in his expression. "In order for my plan to work, I need a certain someone out of the picture permanently." Tristan's arms unraveled from Juliet's waist as he took a step back. "You'll get your revenge for Hayley's actions as it is her husband who needs to be put down like the dog he is." Juliet folded her arms across her chest, her authoritative nature showing through. "Kidnap the both of them, pump wolfs bane in their bodies so they're power weakens and they cannot flee from their restraints and when they show just a sliver of hope that they would get out of their predicament, plunge your hand into Jackson's chest and extract his beating heart in front of her." Tristan's small smile confirmed Juliet's suspicion that he'd be more than willing to do the job.
"It would be my pleasure," Tristan accepted with a nod, taking Juliet's hand in his and placing a small kiss upon it. Ripping her hand back, Juliet placed it on her hip as she shook her head to the man.
"You're going to send the heart in a box with a bow on it to the Mikaelson Compound with a letter demanding the family meet you somewhere, anywhere. As long as you have a place to trap them and use the pendent. Do I make myself clear?" Tristan nodded, his head hanging low once again like a grounded child.
"Wouldn't killing off her husband make your precious Elijah run into her arms? Or the other way around?"
"Everything happens for a reason." Juliet turned on her heel and began walking out from where he was staying; heading back to the Mikaelson Compound.
"Where exactly do you expect me to do this?"
"It's New Orleans. Be creative."
The look of relief on Elijah's face almost disgusted the woman to the point of purging. It wasn't Hayley's heart, but it might as well have been. Though the woman held some kind of feelings for the Original Vampire, she had married Jackson Kenner so she could save her werewolf family, and in the process she fell in love with him as well. "Courtesy of the Strix." Freya held up the letter for Elijah to take as she took a seat on the couch behind her. His eyes followed the handwritten lines on the paper, reading the instructions of where to meet and find Hayley. Juliet kept her eyes on Elijah, her expression showing no sign of expectance. In all her years knowing Tristan, she knew the man would not let her down in showing his loyalty and delivering Jackson's heart. Though a good man had to die for the sake of the plan, Juliet quickly and quietly mourned in her mind while she felt Vincent's body language shift.
The male witch also knew about losing a loved one as he had lost his wife to black magic in the past. What was once a beautiful and passionate woman suddenly became an obsessive and evil witch who stole young children for the sake of her dark spells. Juliet knew about the witch's extracurricular activities, and it was her who sent men after Vincent's wife to try and rid her from the obsession of gaining more power.
"So unless we meet their demands, Hayley will be next." As Elijah stood beside his sister, the siblings staring harshly while their minds roamed ferociously, Juliet turned her head to find Klaus and Cami rushing through the door.
"You all look cheery," Klaus sarcastically commented with a sly smirk. Upon seeing the horrified expression in Freya's face, the brother realized there was a direct reason behind the group's sorrow. Elijah began explaining what was happening; the heart and the letter as Freya sat quickly on the couch, Vincent stood close by Juliet while the hybrid witch stood with her arms crossed. This was taking too long; she didn't want any chance of Hayley somehow getting away from the incompetence of Tristan and the Stryx. They were one of the best vampire covens around, but they definitely were not perfect. "In that case, Juliet I need your assistance." Raising a brow at the Mikaelson brother, the woman nodded and followed close behind the man and Cami; his hand tight around the blonde's arm as he dragged her along.
When they reached Klaus's room, the man shoved Cami within its confines and pleaded for Juliet to place a barrier spell. Her eyes found Cami's and a sense of pity began to stir; he was holding her prisoner for a choice he didn't approve of. "Klaus, if Cami doesn't want to become a monster you need to respect her choice," Juliet spoke, her gaze finding Klaus's. The man was not ready to hear anything resembling a siding that wasn't his and Juliet could see it clearly in his glare. "She's going to hate you for this," Juliet whispered to him before she raised her hand, initiating the barrier spell.
"Juliet, please don't do this. Let me go," Cami pleaded, her sorrow sinking in her tone.
"I'm afraid we don't have time to be delicate, love. I'm off to save the mother of my child, and to do so, I must face those with a distinct advantage. I cannot wage war if I am worried about you, and I will not entertain any thought of letting you die."
"You have no right to do this!"
"I will be back long before you starve. In the meantime, if the pain should get too great, I suggest you stop this foolishness and feed." Klaus gestured toward the coffee table where a wine glass full of blood had been left for her. "Type O-negative. Just hint of copper aftertaste. Trust me; you'll learn to love it." Klaus once again turned to leave but was stopped by a furious Cami.
"This is the same as force-feeding me!" Klaus ignored the woman and took a few more steps to leave his room. "Klaus! If you care about me at all, you won't do this. I will never forgive you." Klaus turned to look at the blood and sighed sadly, making it clear he wasn't enjoying his predicament. "If Juliet could forgive me, I'll take the risk from you. I'll never forgive myself if I let you die." Without another word the man left the room and headed toward the living area where the rest of his family resided. Juliet stayed where she was, her arms crossed with her eyes on the distressed Camille. Everything in her wanted to set the woman free, allow her to make the decision herself without the 'help' from Klaus. This was no way to decide whether you wanted to live or die, but Juliet needed to continue her path without any interruptions.
"I promise I'll get you out with enough time to make your decision," Juliet spoke, her words low but audible to the transitioning woman.
"Juliet, wait!" Juliet's footsteps were stopped as Cami's voice halted her from moving. "Klaus has told me about you and your past with him. Did you really forgive him?"
"I've had a thousand years to forgive him, Camille. But yes, I have forgiven him. It took a couple of decades but I realized I could no longer harbor the anger I had for him and his family; that was no way to live. If you do decide to change, you will not enjoy it at first but it is something that you get used to and later embrace; though it can be viewed as a curse, it is a blessing as well."
In the living room, Klaus joined his siblings and Vincent as they began strategizing their plan of attack against the de Martels. "Two Originals vampires, two powerful witches and a hybrid witch against an army of miscreants? I'm rather looking forward to it." Vincent, with his arms behind his back, peered through his lashes at Klaus, giving him an exasperated look.
"Keep in mind that I am mortal, and, as much as I want these guys out of my city, I like breathing. So, let me go to the covens. I can propose an alliance. They hate you guys, but if I explain what's going on…"
"There's no time," Elijah interrupted, his mind preoccupied with what might happen to Hayley if they didn't leave to meet them soon.
"There never is. But, before we rush into battle, let's keep in mind that Tristan may be the very foe to lead you to your doom. Isn't this exactly what the prophecy foretold? Rebekah's on the run. I will not lose the two of you as well." Elijah looked momentarily uncomfortable, his eyes on the arriving hybrid witch. Juliet nodded toward him to cover up his expression as she looked toward Freya.
"Rebekah is safe," Juliet assured the witch before her gaze moved to Klaus. "Maybe you should stay here…"
"And what?" Klaus scoffed. "What kind of father would I be if I didn't fight for the mother of my child? No, I have no intention of being outmaneuvered by Tristan de Martel, of all people."
"What kind of father were you when you trapped her mother and the pack as wolves?" Juliet inquired, her attitude quickly shifting. The two glared at each other even while Vincent and Freya began speaking.
"Nik, I'm gonna need something that belonged to his sister," Freya commented, a knowing smirk pulling on her lips. Juliet looked toward Freya, her brow raised as she realized what the little witch was doing. Matching her thin smirk, the woman's arm folded across her chest before looking over to Vincent.
"Feel like a brief field trip?"
Author's Note:
- Just a little heads up for people; when asking for a 'review', it's asking for CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM, not to be an asshole. But I want to say thank you to the person who was cowardly enough to not sign in so I can message them directly and called my muse a 'weak-willed, pathetic wannabe' cause it honestly motivated me to continue writing her. And btw, do you think the original siblings are 'weak-willed, pathetic wannabes' as well? 'cause she's basically doing the same thing the siblings are doing; saying they hate each other and betraying one another and yet they still do everything for each other because that is what LOVE is; you sacrifice. So again, thank you for motivating me to continue writing my 'weak-willed, pathetic wannabe' character because I'm the author of this story and I write it the way I want and you don't have to read it if you don't like it. *mic drop*
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