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.

Wild At Heart pt. 3

With the men gone, Hayley felt more comfortable in speaking with the newly turned vampire. However, as Hayley began her speech, Juliet listened intently to what was being said in Elijah's study. When he entered the room, Elijah appeared to have been stricken with worry; something that doesn't happen quite often. She wondered and silently inquired where Elijah could have gone or had found out in order to be paralyzed with fear. Pushing her loose hair behind her ear, Juliet listened to the men's conversation.

Elijah explained in detail his visit with Aya and her witch, Ariane; giving him insight on the vision Ariane had. He spoke about a 'pale white horse' being their downfall; and he spoke about his research on the prophecies. "I thought the pale horse might be something Biblical, or even tied to one of the equestrian constellations. There's Pegasus, perhaps even Equuleus."

"Neither of those sounds like a weapon, unless they plan to bore us to death," Klaus sighed in annoyance. As he spoke, the man flopped down onto the couch behind him, frustrated that something else was piled on top of him. "You know, it would be nice if, just once, the witches bloody well said what they mean." Elijah, correctly identifying the source of Klaus' concern and frustration as being due to Cami, gave his brother a significant look.

"Camille has just turned, Niklaus. Leave her be," Elijah spoke. It bothered him how Klaus was so stricken with Cami's predicament; making it all his own.

"You think I should abandon her, then?" Klaus scoffed. Elijah and Klaus briefly continued their spat over Camille before Elijah let out a soft breath in defeat, looking to his brother with a worried look – his mask of confidence peeled off. There were only rare moments when Klaus had seen his older brother like this, and when those moments came they were something very serious and very important. Normally, something which would divide the family apart would arise whenever Elijah would peel off his mask.

"I need you. A storm is coming."

Downstairs in the wine cellar where the three girls relocated resided two very preoccupied vampires, listening to the men's conversation. Both Camille and Juliet appeared to have been listening to Hayley intently, nodding their heads at the appropriate times, Juliet agreeing whenever she felt was necessary. "Look, I know it may not seem like it right now, but what you're going through? It does get better. And there are people around you that are willing to get you to that point." Camille, still too absorbed in Klaus and Elijah's conversation to fully pay attention, remained silent, causing Hayley to snap her out of the distraction. "Cami?" Finally the blonde looked to Hayley and smiled patronizingly.

"Yes. That's very sweet, Hayley, and I think you should take your own advice." Hayley seemed taken back and slightly hurt by Camille's reaction but remained silent while the blonde continued. "I mean, that is why you wanted to speak to me, right; to get some words of wisdom from the Mikaelson family therapist?" Hayley frowned, not knowing where Camille was going with her words. "I say admit it. It's not guilt, its relief."

"What did you just say?" Now Juliet was snapped out from the men's conversation, realizing there was conflict of interests happening right in front of her. Her eyes ping-ponged from Cami to Hayley as the brunette suddenly became defensive.

"Oh, come on. It's just us girls. You don't have to deny it. It's obvious – you're in love with Elijah. But with Jackson gone and Juliet in the picture, you're at a loss. You want to confront Elijah, but you're intimidated by Elijah's past with Juliet; looks like the weight is still on your shoulders." As the blonde spoke, Juliet's eyebrows rose in amusement while Hayley's expression quickly shifted to furious; she did her best to keep it to herself and calm down as she had been in this position before. After a moment, Hayley finally took a deep breath and responded in a cold voice.

"You're going through a really hard time right now, Cami, but you are never, ever to speak to me of my husband again. Do you understand me?" The sharpness of Hayley's tone seemed to cut Cami down to her old self, and for a brief moment the blonde looked horrified by just how cruel she was just before and began to panic. As Camille began sputtering out her apology, Juliet raised a brow and wondered if this was just another show like she had done previously with Klaus. Hayley sighed with her arms folded across her chest and shook her head, trying her best to brush her comment off as she knew Cami wasn't the same at the moment.

"I – I think I need to get out of here," Camille spoke, her voice shaking and her words staccato-ed. Still, Juliet eyed Camille in suspicion. "I … I gotta go." Quickly Camille turned on her heel and headed out of the wine cellar. Hayley looked to Juliet, waiting for her to spark up a conversation where they could speak about what was just said. But instead, Juliet provided a shrug before she walked off to chase after Camille.

When they were outside of the Mikaelson Compound, Camille hadn't realized Juliet was following her until she round the corner of a brick building, spotting Juliet leaning against the structure with her arms crossed and a sly smirk. "You're such a great bullshitter," Juliet complimented, her head tilting. "You were listening to the brothers that entire time weren't you?"

"How did you know?" Camille asked, confused.

"Half witch, remember?" Juliet commented, pushing herself from the wall. "And you are about to do something really stupid aren't you?" Camille didn't answer but simply pursed her lips together. "I want in." Juliet approached the woman with her hand out as if asking for something from the blonde. Camille looked down to Juliet's hand, puzzled, as her hand reached inside her jacket pocket. "Hand it over."

"This is my leverage."

"Yeah, and they'll think you have it but what better than them thinking you have it and you actually having it?" Camille shrugged. "Them thinking you have it and you not having it. They'll be at a loss, still mourning of their possible deaths while you know the truth. You want to make them pay for what they did to you? What that family has done to so many others? Then listen to me."

"How are you so good at this?"

"A millennia of practice." Hesitant but defeated by a vampire years her senior, Camille pulled out the white wooden horse Hope was given as a toy. As Juliet gripped it tightly, she took a trip down memory lane to the time when Klaus was carving the figurine. Art had always been Klaus's hidden talent – something he prided himself on but kept from the world. Though he'd never know it, Juliet had taken some of his art work after he fled an area in fear of being found by his father, and placed them in a few art galleries all over the European coast line. The woman figured they needed to be appreciated somewhere, and at that century, it was the European people who loved to gawk at masterpieces for hours to try and analyze the painter's pain. The paintings, however, came when Klaus was older. Carving pieces of wood into little figurines was a talent he had as a child.

It had been one night when Juliet ran over to the Mikaelson hut after her father had beat her. Her tear stained face glistened in the fire light that warmed the small hut, illuminating the bruises on her face from her father's hand. Both Mikaelson parents were infuriated by this and pondered what to do amongst themselves while the Mikaelson siblings engulfed the young girl in a hug and directed her to their shared room. She stayed the night, feeling safe for the first time in a very long time. And as she slept, Klaus took it upon himself to carve out a small white horse figurine for the girl to take with her in the morning; stating it would keep her safe. Sadly, as much as she wanted to believe that, Juliet knew there was nothing to keep her safe from her father.

Looking up to Camille, Juliet smiled a thank you before she went off in search of the Mikaelsons within their home. Klaus, rightfully so, frantically searched through the shelves and boxes in his study downstairs while Elijah and Hayley watched. It was obvious he was worried about not finding what he was looking for as Juliet walked into the room. At the doorframe, Juliet leaned against the wooden frame, her arms crossing her chest as she watched the Hybrid searching high and low for the figurine. "The pale horse! It's not a constellation, nor is it a Biblical verse. It's a … a trinket I made when we were children. A toy carved from kindling which I gave to Juliet in the hopes of easing her fears." Elijah frowned in confusion, turning to glance at Juliet. The woman offered a blank stare as Elijah's brows furrowed, turning to look at his brother once more.

"I collected the firewood myself. It was fallen branches from everywhere, and…" Elijah's eyes widened in alarm when he realized what Klaus had just figured out. "The horse was made of the white oak…" Klaus, Elijah and Hayley all exchanged horrified glances. "That weapon is here."

As Klaus and Hayley searched frantically for the wooden knight, Juliet occupied Rebekah's room which temporarily held her belongings. Digging through her bags, the woman looked down to find an old scarf given to her by an old friend; a friend who had very close connections with the Mikaelson family. She smiled down to the dark fabric; the cloth feeling worn as it was almost one hundred years old. Still, the woman kept the gift and held it to her face, sniffing the familiar scent from the roaring twenties. It was during this time when the Mikaelson family had made their mark in New Orleans before uprooting, running away from their vampire killing father. After Juliet had saved Marcel from the theater fire, the man became very fond of his heroine; almost immediately falling in love with her heroic act. He wasn't aware of her intentions at the time, and only in the present was he beginning to piece the puzzle together, but Juliet still enjoyed his company even back then.

As she placed the wooden knight within the scarf, the woman pushed the fabric far into her bag, hiding the evidence of her having the artifact. She was clearly aware of someone standing at the doorframe, a little habit that needed to be eradicated if she were to continue living under the Mikaelson roof. Letting out a soft sigh, Juliet looked forward, pushing her dark hair away from her face before turning to see Elijah standing at the door, his hands in his pockets. "We really should stop meeting like this Elijah," Juliet sparked sarcastically, folded her arms across her chest. "What do you want this time? I'm not in the mood to fight knowing there really is something that can potentially not only kill an Original, but me as well.

"I appreciate you allowing Hayley to stay," Elijah mumbled, his focus clearly not within the room.

"Not my house, not my rules," the woman responded, slightly narrowing her eyes to him.

"Still. I appreciate you not creating a ruckus about it."

"Why would I? Us? We? This?" Juliet turn turns pointing between them. "This is nothing; there is nothing between us. What you want to do with Hayley and where you place her is your business." Elijah continued to stare at the ground, his dark eyes glazed over with thought; his face contorted with sorrow.

"She blames my family and herself for Jackson," he mumbled. Juliet let out an annoyed sighed.

"She should." This forced Elijah to look up to the woman, his brows furrowed. "There is nothing but death around this family. It's toxic. I wouldn't expect her to forgive anyone any time soon, especially if she blames herself."

"I don't know what to do." The desperation in his voice struck a chord in Juliet; he honestly did care for the Hybrid mother.

"Give her space to figure things out. She's a mother, meaning she has other priorities besides trying to figure out what exactly the uncle of her daughter is to the family." Elijah stayed quiet, his eyes looking forward and landing on Juliet. Her expression soften but only because she felt sorry for him. Such a powerful vampire and he was allowing love to get in the way of their mission. To even allow a moment of weakness was out of his element and Juliet couldn't help but pity him; yet want to strike him into sense. "I have somewhere to be," Juliet spoke, interrupting his thoughts. "I'll see you later." Juliet began walking toward the doorway, her purse slung over her shoulder. Elijah stopped her; his hand lightly holding onto her wrist. Juliet looked up to the man, feeling his hot breath against her lips.

"And what am I to you?" he whispered weakly. She knew he was reaching out looking for some kind of comfort while he, himself, was mourning the loss of Hayley's love. But Juliet couldn't fall for the charm of Elijah Mikaelson – not again.

"I told you. Nothing," she whispered harshly, her stare sharp. Slipping from his grasp, Juliet continued to make her way out from Rebekah's room, her head held high. An inhaled breath stopped her as she heard Elijah's footsteps shift. "You're not going to allow that witch to live, are you?" the woman inquired, briefly moving her gaze to fall upon him. Though the man hadn't spoken about the witch to Juliet, he wasn't surprised she knew.

"She knows too much." Juliet smiled as her feet moved forward once again. It was refreshing to know Elijah would take care of business and he wasn't a weeping mess after all.

Walking into Marcel's loft, Juliet found the man sitting at the breakfast nook, his fist clutching a glass of Bourbon as his eyes focused on nothing in particular. In deep thought, the man hadn't realized or noticed Juliet stripping off her jacket, throwing it onto the couch. "Looks like someone needs a pick-me-up," the woman harped, placing her hands on his legs. Finally Marcel snapped from his thoughts, setting the glass onto the counter.

"Did you know the Stryx had plans to recruit Davina?" he asked; his tone harsh and eye distrusting.

"Davina Claire?" Juliet inquired. Marcel nodded as the woman comfortably positioned herself on his lap; wrapping her arms around his neck. "Yeah that was the plan."

"What?" Marcel lightly pushed Juliet from his lap, getting to his feet. "How could you do that?"

"Davina Claire once possessed unimaginable power linked to the ancestors. We need her if we want to be unlinked to Klaus." Juliet clarified, her own voice raising.

"Why? Why do we need to pull her into this mess?"

"Because the only person that knows the unlinking spell trusts her. Without her, we don't get unlinked." Marcel quieted, realizing she was right; without Davina, they would constantly live in fear. Letting out a sigh, Marcel sat back down, downing his frustrations with his alcohol. However, the man was unaware Juliet had no knowledge of the Stryx recruiting the young witch; she had previously marked Davina as untouchable. Memories flooded of when Shen Min stated they were after Davina; she should have followed up with his statement as maybe the woman would have been able to hinder and halt the recruitment.

"The Mikaelson's still believe you have nothing to do with this?" Juliet took residence in the chair next to him, pouring her own glass of alcohol as she let out her own sigh.

"Elijah has his suspicions but he's so blinded by Hayley's grief, there's no telling how much will go passed him." Marcel's gaze fell upon Juliet, a brow raised.

"Jackson. That wasn't an order from you was it?" The woman didn't answer but took a sip from her glass. "Damnit Jules, how many more people have to die?"

"However is necessary to ensure our survival."

Author's Note:

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