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 Street Car Named Desire pt. 1

Like she had promised, Aya stood with Juliet at the old shipyard bright and early before the sun rose with Aurora following close behind. Of course the redhead had a few words to say to the Heretic, showing her distaste for the lack of trust between them. Knowing there was absolutely no way around the scolding, Juliet allowed Aurora to continue her childish tantrum as they walked inside an abandoned train car where an old-fashioned French jazz song was playing. It seemed it was where Aurora had been hiding herself all along; make-shifting the train car to appear somewhat cozy in such a confined space. Once inside the old train car, Aurora silenced. Cautiously eyeing both women, Aurora began to scan her surroundings in an attempt to ensure she had an escape plan put in effect if needed. Seeing this, Juliet rolled her eyes, folding her arms across her chest while a light maniacal laugh escaped her lips. "If you think you can get away this time, you'll find yourself highly surprised," Juliet spoke, her voice authoritative and bold. "Give me what's in your hand and I'll give you what you want."

"But you see, what I want, I have; a weapon that can kill the unkillable and make the Mikaelsons suffer nearly as much as they've made me suffer," Aurora spoke, gripping tightly onto the gun. Juliet wanted to shake her head and disagree with Aurora, knowing the bullets in her revolver were made from simply Oak wood and not the White Oak.

"Unfortunately, Elijah is one of your targets and my sire," Aya spoke up. "If you kill him, I die too."

"As would my brother; who currently drowns endlessly at the bottom of the ocean. Killing Elijah is the only mercy I can offer him, Aya."

"There is always another way," Juliet intervened, her head cocking to the side. "And I can show you if you help us sever the link between the Originals and all sire lines." Aurora sighed and pouted, taking a seat at the vanity table in the train car.

"What exactly do I have to do to help you?" the redheaded woman asked, her leg effortlessly crossing the other, her light blue dress falling over her toned legs. Aurora's blue eyes mocked up at Juliet, a hint of distrust riddled within them as she waited patiently for the woman's instructions.

"Keep the Mikaelsons occupied while we work on severing the link." Juliet held up a hand as Aurora perked up to speak. "However, the state that you will be in will not be the physical plain but a more hypothetical for lack of better term." Though the Heretic's words were vague, Aurora contemplated the offer. "You'll get to see Tristan again." Without another thought, Aurora shot up to her feet in excitement, immediately handing over the silver revolver filled with fake White Oak bullets. Happily, Juliet snatched the revolver from Aurora, placing it in her pants against her back. The cool silver caused a light round of shivers to travel down her legs as Aya began instructing the redhead. For the spell, it called for a lock of hair from whoever it was to be traveling through the astral plain as that was where the Stryx Coven had placed Tristan's mind. Aurora happily supplied the hair and moved to the couch, lying down for Juliet to perform the spell.

"Does it hurt?" the woman asked, looking up to Juliet whose hands were already hovered over her temples. Without answering, Juliet began the incantation. By the end of the spell, Aurora's petite body became limp and lifeless, as if the woman's soul had vanished from her body while her mind traveled into an astral realm where the redhead could meet her tyrant of a brother. As Aurora's hand fell onto the ground, Juliet looked up to Aya with a small smirk.

"You know we can just kill her now and get it over with," Juliet suggested with a slight shrug. Aya, being the prude that she was, gave the Heretic a look before shaking her head.

"We need Aurora for to this work, Juliet. Don't forget the plan." Rolling her eyes, Juliet mocked Aya briefly as Ezra and another Stryx Associate walked in. Aya, confused by their arrival, stood in a defensive stance readying herself for a fight. Juliet, however, held up a hand and assured the woman they were friendly; Juliet ordered them to begin transporting Aurora's body from the train car to their own car. "Care to share why you have your own secret service," Aya suggested, folding her arms across her chest. It was strange, in Aya's opinion, for a powerful Heretic to be followed by less powerful vampires but Juliet had her own reasonings in which Aya wouldn't understand. Instead of answering, Juliet simply turned and beckoned for the woman to follow them in hopes to advance to the next stage of their plan.

The coolness of the wind was like a smack in the face. New Orleans weather often had drastic changes from the hot days to the cold nights. With it being the very early hours of the morning, the moon shone overhead with a mild case of cloud overcast, but the wind created a treacherous chill to loom in the air. Their footsteps caused the frost covered grass to crunch beneath them while the women marched next to the Associate men carrying an unconscious Aurora to a black SUV parked at the entrance of the shipyard. The women waited by the open trunk while the men laid the unconscious Aurora in the vehicle. In her pocket, Juliet pulled out the revolver she had taken from the redhead, handing it over to her temporary partner. Aya, shocked by the offering, narrowed her dark eyes to the woman, hesitant. "As a token for my sign of trust, take it," Juliet insisted, pushing the revolver in Aya's free hand. Before the woman could oppose, Juliet began walking off into the woods, her phone coming out from her pocket and up to her ear. Aya shrugged, assuming Juliet was making a phone call to one of her many unknown contacts.

Turning to see the men had finished placing Aurora within the trunk of the SUV in a quite slumberous manner, Aya put on a light smile to see Aurora in such a state. She had to admit, Juliet's suggestion in simply killing the redhead did seem appeasing, and she had the opportunity at hand. That was until she heard two sets of footsteps approaching; footsteps which should not have been in the equation. Almost immediately the woman knew exactly who was standing behind her; assuming it was Juliet who had called the two to come and kill both unguarded women. Turning on her heel, Aya smiled in their direction. "Hello, gentlemen," she greeted in a sing-songy voice.

"I had planned on taking a different head tonight, but yours will do just fine," Klaus responded, giving the woman a curt nod. Aya, thankful for Juliet's earlier actions, drew Aurora's wooden bullet-filled gun and aimed it at Klaus, earning an angry glare from the Hybrid. "I am getting so tired of having that vile weapon pointed at me." Aya made an amused face and shrugged before she aimed it at Elijah instead. Elijah, visibly angry by this, maintained his fake smile and equally amused demeanor.

"Creator destroyed by his own creation. I suppose there's a certain poetry to that, wouldn't you say, Niklaus?" Elijah mocked, looking over to his brother. "Shoot me and you die," the man continued, pointing out the inevitable fate Aya would face. Behind the Mikaelson brothers, Aya's eye caught the glimpse of Juliet's olive skin and dark eyes peering over at the situation. Holding a finger to her lips, Juliet warned the woman.

"True, for now," Aya answered with a small smile. Suddenly, Juliet emerged from the woods and began casting the same spell she had casted over Aurora. With her hand extended, Juliet chanted the words with the Mikaelson brothers falling to their knees, unaware of what was happening. The brothers groaned in pain as a gust of wind rushed over their seizing bodies just before everything went silent; the brothers fell to the ground as they were sent to the astral realm; where Aurora was previously sent.

"Boys," Juliet called over for her Associates. "Two more for the road."

While Aya took the unconscious bodies of Elijah and Klaus back to the Davilla Estate for the Stryx Coven to work their magic, Juliet ventured back to the Mikaelson Compound to ensure minds weren't crossing; the last thing she needed was for someone to point more fingers her way. Walking into the courtyard, the woman noticed an unwanted face sucking viciously on blood bags while Marcel and Hayley argued just a few meters away. Raising a brow at them, Juliet pointed toward Lucien; inquiring why the vampire was sitting in the Mikaelson Compound after his foolish escapades with the very redhead who almost killed Elijah.

"Never mind that," Hayley interrupted, putting a hand up. "Tell me you didn't know anything about Aya taking Elijah and Klaus for the unlinking spell?" she inquired, her attitude dipping down to more of an accusing tone. Though the mother was right in her thinking, Juliet still rolled her eyes and scuffed.

"Hayley I'm beginning to think you have a high distaste for me," the woman mocked, sarcastically placing a hand over her heart; hurt. "And no, I didn't know anything about Aya taking the brothers. If you weren't aware, I helped Marcel get the position of leader just so I didn't have to meddle in the Stryx anymore." Both women stood glaring at each other ready for the other to take a strike until Marcel stood between them, turning toward Hayley.

"Look you called me here. So if you have a plan, let's hear it," Marcel intervened as Juliet took a step back, her glare falling upon Lucien. Since the very beginning the woman hadn't had a good feeling about the vampire; hating the way he bragged about being the first sired by an Original vampire. Now that he knew the truth, Juliet happily doused a hose on that flame but still there was something about the man that struck Juliet as odd. He was cocky, like most male vampires, but a type of cocky that told Juliet there was a different story in that head of his; something he wasn't telling anyone about.

"It's simple. We storm the coven house; stop the Stryx from completing the de-siring spell. Period."

"Okay. Well, that's easy for you to say. You're not sired by anybody, are you?"

"It's not just about de-siring … we've got to stop an execution," Lucien spoke up, the pigment of his skin returning to its pale color. Marcel, stunned by the man's words, made a face and walked over to him. Juliet did the same.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, approaching Lucien.

"A lovesick teenage witch with a runner-up heart is somehow going to break the sire link?" Lucien sarcastic questioned. "I'm sorry, but your darling Davina is in over her head and Aya knows this. She will let Davina de-sire both brothers, then test the spell's success by firing a white oak bullet into Klaus' heart." Juliet, feeling completely nauseated by her release of the revolver, scuffed and crossed her arms. Aya could try and test out the effects of the spell but then all would know the truth about the wooden bullets in the revolver. "I mean its win-win for her; if you live, Marcel, well, she's won. If not, at least she's eliminated the rival sire line, including me."

"His prophecy witch said she saw Klaus die and his entire sire line burn," Hayley mumbled softly, her eyes slightly widened by Lucien's reveal.

"'She watched us fall, she watched us burn, every soul Klaus ever turned,'" Lucien recounted from his witch. "When Aya tests this spell, Klaus will fall either way. And, if Davina fails, as she likely will, the three of us will die as well." Suddenly, as Lucien's words ended, Stefan Salvatore walked down the stairs of the courtyard.

"Actually, make that the four of us," the Salvatore brother spoke, his face stern. Juliet's brows furrowed at his presence. She knew Stefan Salvatore very well; rather, she knew the Ripper who terrorized many innocent lives. The elegance the Stefan Ripper held in his kills was meticulous and artistic. Sure, he was a murderous monster who stopped at nothing and no one with his kills, but Juliet admired the way he'd piece together his victims despite ripping their limps piece by piece. It wasn't until Juliet found Stefan huddled in the fetal position in a ditch begging for his soul when the woman realized he was nothing like his Ripper self, but was a kind-hearted vampire who wanted nothing more but to stop killing. Taking him in, Juliet helped the pour soul change from the monster he made himself to be, into a man who he could be proud of. It took ten years for Juliet to drain out the Ripper from Stefan's mind, but the time was well worth it.

"Stefan?" Juliet breathed, taking slow strides to him. Stefan, also confused as to what Juliet was doing in New Orleans, moved to her as well. They embraced each other, taking in the other's familiar scent before pulling away. "Last I saw you, you were …"

"Graduating from Ripper to who I am now," Stefan finished with a smile, nodding.

"You two know each other?" Marcel asked, pointing to them; a hint of jealousy in his voice.

"Of course; he was one of Katherine's lovesick puppies," Juliet mocked, messing Stefan's hair with a smile. "Then he turned into a Ripper and I found him in a ditch in a mental war between continuing to rip through towns or end his monstrous ways. I helped him."

"You know Katherine?" Hayley questioned, her arms folding across her chest. Juliet, resisting the urge to roll her eyes, nodded toward the mother.

"Who do you think taught her how to be … well … her?"

Meanwhile in the astral realm the Stryx Coven – with the help of Juliet – created for Tristan, Klaus and Aurora sat at the chessboard. Klaus scowled at the woman as she picked up one of the carved white knights to examine it. Being stuck within the Chambre De Chasse was no walk in the park, especially when he had to share it with two siblings whose aim was to tear his family apart. Being told there was nothing they could do to stop it caused quite the stir in Klaus, but in the astral realm, they were unable to harm one another physically. According to the De Martels, there was one thing in the room that represented a Mikaelson brother; find it and they would wake. However, in a room filled with meaningless trophies and antiques, the hunt was prolonged.

"You know what, Nik? Maybe this is the piece that represents you in here," Aurora mocked, imitating the sounds of hooves clapping against the ground. "You do quite fancy yourself the white knight, don't you? You even carved one out of white oak when you were a boy." The white knight Aurora was referring to lied safely away in the Mikaelson Compound in a place where not even the Mikaelsons knew; the knowledge it was in their own home with Juliet was secure enough. Still, Klaus continued to give the impression he believed Aurora had had the White Oak all along.

"The one you turned into bullets to bury in my brother's heart," Klaus grumbled, his glare still on her as his fingers played with the queen chess piece.

"Like I said," Aurora shrugged. "There's more than one way to hurt you. I do like seeing how hard you work to save the few who still care about you. There's Elijah, Cami … hmm. It's a pretty short list."

"There's Juliet," Klaus pointed out, knowing full well his old friend would always be on his side. At his words, Aurora laughed, her voice echoing with the room.

"But do you not also claim to be a king, darling? Oh yes, that's more fitting. And yet, the king is both the greatest and the weakest piece on the board. It flounders around once all its defenders desert it. Much like what will happen to you when that sire link breaks with the help of your precious Juliet." Klaus's brows furrowed at the woman's words.

"What did you say?" Aurora gasped in mock surprise, holding a hand over her chest.

"Oh wait, you don't actually think they fight for you because they love you, do you? They have to, Nik. You're their eternal burden." Devastated by her blow, Klaus tried desperately to maintain his angry scowl as best as he could while Aurora slammed the white king piece onto the table. "She was the one who put me in here, Nik. Juliet was the one who came to me with Aya and basically orchestrated this whole thing. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if she was the one who put both of you in here, too." The news of Juliet's betrayal was the breaking point for Klaus's scowl as he broke into a devastated glare. "She's not as innocent as you think she is."

Back at the Mikaelson Compound, Freya had joined the others in the courtyard in hopes to orchestrate a plan on how to retrieve the Mikaelson brothers. While Hayley and Freya ventured off in search for a spell to bring the brothers from the astral realm, Marcel and Juliet made a few phone calls to obtain any and all kinds of information on the defense at the Davilla Estate. Stefan, his hands lying palms down on a long table, looked to a blueprint of the Estate obtained by Marcel while Lucien stood over his shoulder. Knowing full well that she could enter the Estate with no issues, it was up to Juliet to provide an outstanding performance during the next couple of minutes; listening to the many different ways they could infiltrate the building without dying. She could enter, but it would be tough to get the others in without being questioned by the Stryx Associates.

"Could use one of these access tunnels to slip into a back room," Stefan suggested, pointing out the tunnel on the blueprint. Lucien frowned, groaning at the idea. "What? Worried about getting a little dirt on your thousand-dollar shoes?" Stefan mocked, straightening.

"Actually, I'll be doing most of the heavy lifting, since the vampires we're facing are, what? Seven times your age?" Lucien pointed out, his eyes squinting to a glare. The man turned to Marcel, who was sitting on the staircase hanging up his phone quite disappointed. "Is this really the best help we can get?"

"Doesn't matter," Marcel chimed in, getting to his feet. "We're not getting their bodies back. Stryx from all over the world are flying in to make sure this spell goes off. They're guarding every entrance and exit of the Estate." Already knowing that piece of information, Juliet crossed her arms and leaned her hip against the couch. It was her idea to call Stryx members from all over to ensure the spell would be finished; it was Aya who called more of them.

"Well, you're their leader; call a meeting, schedule a retreat, order them to stop." Marcel shook his head in protest.

"Nah, nah, nah, nah. I do that, Aya has no problem staging a coup."

"Marvelous," Lucien sighed. "I guess it's on me to come up with our grand plan, then." Looking over at Juliet whose gaze was held by the ground, Lucien cocked his head to the side. "You don't seem to be bothered by this whatsoever. What exactly is going through that so-called brilliant head of yours? I haven't heard any kind of suggestions out of you this whole time, just insults." Juliet smiled, contemplating whether she should respond with another insult, however, just as she was readying herself, Hayley and Freya walked into the courtyard, joining them.

"No need. Freya figured out a way to get the boys out of the chambre. She just needs a strong enough power source," Hayley informed them, looking over to Juliet.

"I can channel you, Juliet. But if I channel both you and Lucien, I know we'll be able to accomplish this since Lucien is a bit older than the rest; older the juice, stronger the battery."

"While we're going to buy her some time and keep the Stryx occupied," Hayley continued, looking toward Marcel and Stefan. Lucien scuffed to this suggestion and turned to Marcel.

"Wait, so you want me here holding hands with the leftover sister while you take the toddlers and tackle the Stryx? You must be jok—" Freya, annoyed by Lucien's complaining, smirked and flicked her wrist,

telekinetically snapping Lucien's neck and watching in amusement as he fell back against the couch. Stefan, quite impressed by her actions, turned to the sister and nodded.

"That was impressive," he sarcastically and hilariously spoke. Juliet, equally amused by her actions, laughed at the unconscious and technically dead Lucien, patting him on the shoulder.

"I work better with quiet," Freya spoke with a shrug.

"Wait, so the plan is that the three of us are gonna keep one hundred of the world's most ancient vampires occupied?" Marcel inquired. Juliet heard the obvious worry in his voice, unprepared for the fight ahead of them. And though Juliet could easily incapacitate all the vampires with one simple spell, she knew that wasn't the fun route. Instead, the woman looked over to Stefan, a brow raised as a light bulb went off in her head. On his chest laid the key to making the Mikaelson extraction a little more fun and allowed Davina a little more time to work the unlinking spell. Stefan, noticing Juliet's dark eyes on him, immediately worried about the scenario in her head; his hand covered his paste covered wound. Immediately Stefan realized what Juliet was thinking and smiled.

"Well, there could be another way…"

Author's Note:

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