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. 3
As everything began to slowly die down, Marcel and Juliet pulled themselves up to their feet while they felt the effects of the spell wear off. It was a much different sensation; as if they were no longer connected. There was a sense of belonging which became absent and Juliet was not fond of the empty feeling. While Klaus could feel his entire sire line broken, his entire sire line also felt a sense of emptiness; an empty void which needed to be filled. Exchanging glances, Juliet and Marcel held onto one another as they recuperated. Hayley and Stefan stood on the opposite end of the room; Hayley helping the man to his feet while Elijah and Klaus stayed in the pool as Klaus slowly inhaled and exhaled the pain away.
"We should get going," Marcel mumbled to the woman, knowing if the Stryx Associates hadn't taken care of Reyna Cruz, she would be after them shortly. Juliet nodded toward him, agreeing on their dilemma but there was unfinished business.
"You get going. I'll watch after Davina and make sure she's okay," Juliet suggested, lightly pushing Marcel toward the door. Stefan, who had made his way to the pool, quietly offered his help with Klaus as Elijah helped his brother to his feet. Marcel also helped the Original vampire, helping him toward the door.
"Wait," Klaus ordered, his breathing increased as both Juliet and Elijah looked worriedly toward him. "Where is Aurora?" Suddenly, all assuming eyes were on Juliet, waiting for the answer Klaus sought. Rolling her eyes, the woman pointed to her right, indicating the redhead was two rooms over resting in a locked room.
"But hurry. With the Witches gone, the Chambre will evaporate meaning Aurora will be waking up shortly." Mustering up the last bit of strength he had, Klaus sped over to find Aurora, Stefan and Marcel tailing behind. With Hayley, Elijah and Juliet left in the room; Elijah looked over to Hayley to make sure she was okay as Juliet walked over to Davina. The woman listened for her pulse and heartbeat – both were normal. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as Juliet mentally applauded Davina's efforts; she successfully completed a very powerful spell – one more advance than any magic Davina had ever done even with the Harvest girls' powers.
"We should probably get going," Elijah suggested.
"No," Juliet spoke, stopping him. "Aya is around here somewhere."
"I'll take care of her," Elijah said sternly, his eyes narrowing to Juliet. However, the woman knew the man didn't have it in him; he would never be able to kill Aya with their history. Briefly, Juliet took a glance at Hayley, assuring the woman through her stare that Aya will pay for everything she had done.
"Fine, but I'm staying with Davina until she wakes. She needs to know Marcel had to do what he did to survive." Elijah didn't argue, knowing Juliet had had some kind of connection with the young witch. With one last glance, Elijah turned and fled the pool room – Juliet assumed to find Aya. However, not long after the man left, Aya walked into the pool room in an attempt to investigate, her hand dragging a temporarily deceased Reyna Cruz behind her. Dropping the vampire huntress by Davina's still-unconscious body, Aya examined the aftermath of the spell. Water from the pool stained the concrete flooring and walls after Klaus's body splashed harshly. Hayley stood at the corner of the room, her eyes glued on the woman with a type of hatred Aya had only seen from Juliet. As for the Heretic, Juliet stayed with Davina's body, her own gaze on Reyna's body. After a moment, Elijah walked into the room and stopped just inside the doorway, a hand in his pocket as the other rested against his leg.
"So we remain connected – you and I – in spite of everything that you have done," the man spoke lightly, almost unfazed by the events. Aya kept her back to Elijah and closed her eyes with a sigh nearing tears. Elijah shook his head in disbelief. "I can't let you hurt my family," he warned her, sighing deeply, clearly as affected by the turn of events as his ex-lover. "And you can't hurt me more than you already have."
Finally, Aya turned to face him with an incredulous look on her face. "I stood by you, Elijah. All of us were willing to die for you, and how did you repay it? Betrayal. Abandonment." As Aya spoke, Juliet slowly rose to her feet, her eyes kept on the two.
"You were not forsaken. Yes, I failed you. For this, I will never forgive myself. But, I cannot forgive…" Slowly but surely, Juliet took strides backward to where Hayley was, her eyes glued to Elijah and Aya to ensure her movements were going unnoticed. Elijah, unaware of what was happening on the other side of the room, extracted Aurora's revolver from his pocket and Aya sighed when she realized what he was about to do. "This," Elijah motioned, gesturing around the room.
"If your life were chained to a man who left you despite your devotion…what choice would you have but to break free?" Aya questioned, causing something to stir within Juliet. It hadn't once occurred to her how similar she and Aya were despite all of their differences and hatred toward each other. Their rivalry began when Tristan, with the help of Juliet, took over the Stryx. It was a fight mostly fought by Aya wanting nothing more than the attention of Tristan while Juliet had gained most of it before he became the new leader. But neither woman had realized their hurt over Elijah could have potentially begun an unstoppable duo. "So end it," Aya instructed, holding her head high. Elijah, not happy with the prospect of killing Aya, tried to smile. He raised the gun and aimed it for her heart and Aya looked almost relieved until Elijah hesitated.
"End it, Elijah! Or I'll take that gun and kill you just too finally be free," the woman fought, her voice raised. Hayley held onto Juliet's arm, squeezing it lightly as to remind the woman about her promise. Juliet, holding her hand out, looked to Hayley and nodded. Mentally casting a spell, Juliet levitated a wooden stake into her hand, handing it to the mother.
"He won't do it," Juliet whispered confidently. "You have your chance." Without another word, Juliet sped over to Elijah and Aya, standing next to the man with a glare. Elijah's hand began to shake as he tried to aim the gun at Aya's chest but it was clear he did not have it in him to end her life. But before either of them could react further, Aya gasped as a wooden stake was driven through her heart from behind. Elijah gasped in shock when he sees Hayley's face hovering over Aya's shoulder from behind her eyes empty; Aya began to desiccate.
"That's more mercy than Jackson ever got," Hayley spoke harshly, her eyes on the back of Aya's head as the woman sighed in relief and collapsed onto the floor, dying. And though Elijah looked shocked to see Aya dead, he didn't appear to be mad at Hayley for finishing what he couldn't. Juliet's smirk didn't falter as Elijah's eyes dropped to the deceased Aya. Hayley, silent, stared at Elijah for a moment longer before she moved to leave; her work was done. But before she exited the room, the mother turned and looked to Juliet, mumbling a thank you before disappearing into the corridor.
"You planned Aya's murder?" Elijah asked; a part of him not surprised.
"It was time Elijah. She was too much of a high risk; I can't allow anyone trying to hurt my family to live." Without another word, Juliet turned and walked toward Davina, picking her up and exiting the pool room then the Estate. She knew it was only a matter of time before Davina would wake and Juliet needed to check on Klaus. So instead of waiting around, Juliet instructed for her driver to transport Davina to Marcel and sent the man a text informing him of the girl's arrival.
After ensuring Davina's safe return to St. Anne's Catholic Church, Juliet ventured off in search of Klaus. With her abilities, it wasn't hard to find the Original vampire, especially when he was located at the Lafayette Cemetery. When it came to cemeteries, Juliet's powers were enhanced due to the magical connection between the dead and the earth; New Orleans cemeteries were especially equipped with magic as each deceased witch was consecrated in them. Walking through the large collection of mausoleums, Juliet's heels clicked against the concrete ground causing it to echo throughout the cemetery. It didn't take long for the woman to find Klaus carrying the unconscious body of Aurora de Martel. Upon her reveal, Klaus's eyes grew big as his arms dropped the redhead, his fury evident as his legs carried him closer to her in a stomp. "Now Klaus, before you tear me from limp to limp let me explain," Juliet pleaded, stepping away from the furious Hybrid.
"You have three seconds," Klaus advised, his eyes turning yellow.
"That's hardly fair," Juliet complained but quickly sighed. "You know deep down I would never hurt you or the family," the woman reminded, her hands falling to her side. "Just like you, I do what I have to to ensure my own safety. Unlinking our sire bond was to ensure I wouldn't die at the hands of the man who gave me life; it's not fair. But I also made sure in the process neither you nor your brother would get hurt. You should know by now I always have a contingency plan for my contingency plan. My intentions never were to have someone die today ... well, besides Aya," the woman confessed, giving a small shrug.
"Elijah?"
"He couldn't do it. Even after her failed attempts at trying to kill you and your family, Elijah could not pull the trigger." This didn't surprise Klaus in the slightest knowing full well his brother also needed to feel some kind of affection and belonging. "It was Hayley who drove the wooden stake I provided through Aya's heart." Klaus took a step back to take in the information Juliet was spoon feeding him. A part of Juliet hoped Klaus would congratulate her on a job well done with keeping the family protected and the prophecy at bay. She had hoped the man wouldn't hold it against her for wanting to be separated in a sense where her life would no longer be in danger. She loved Klaus, hell she loved the whole family, but Juliet did have a line to draw when it came to what she would do for them; dying wasn't one of them.
However, her hopes were quickly shot when Klaus let out a strenuous sigh and instructed for Juliet to help him with Aurora. "She'll be waking up soon and we're not done yet." Without another word, Juliet quickly helped Klaus with Aurora, picking her up as Klaus led the way into an unmarked mausoleum. Inside the structure was where Klaus had already knocked out a wall and kept bricks and cement waiting to build a barrier between. "It's in good faith you're here, Juliet," Klaus began, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he shoved Aurora's unconscious body in the small confinement. "You can cast a spell to where Aurora can't escape; she'll be rather happy to see exactly where you're alliances really are." Realizing what Klaus was doing, Juliet's smile mocked his before she began her spell - a barrier spell much like the one she casted trapping Klaus in the perfume shop with Aurora.
Klaus got started on building the red bricks. One by one he placed each securely with cement. Though Aurora would not be able to touch the bricks at any attempts in breaking free, Klaus added the bricks as a bit of theatrics; the Mikaelsons sure loved to add a little more drama with their plans. Juliet waited, leaning against the wall with one foot against it and her arms crossed. Her eyes kept glued on the wall opposite her as she waited patiently for Klaus to finish his project so they were able to speak in depth about the recent events. There was something off about Klaus; hell, there was something off about her. That strong sire bond was no longer there. Juliet could no longer feel Klaus in her presence like she had before. She no longer felt something tugging at her toward him like she had for a thousand years. Juliet knew for Klaus the feelings were much worse as he had a thousand years worth of sires broken from his energy.
With her thoughts occupied, Aurora's eyes began to flutter open and a small gasp escaped her lips as her astral body returned to her physical body. Like anyone waking out of a long slumber, it took the redhead a few moments before she was able to realize what was happening. "Welcome back to the real world, love," Klaus greeted, snapping Juliet out of her thoughts. "I thought we might revisit our chat about what hurts and what does not." The redhead's gaze fell upon Juliet standing not far from Klaus, her back leaning against the wall. Furious with both Klaus and Juliet, Aurora rushed toward them but immediately stopped by the invisible barrier Juliet had magically created. She glares at the two and tried to push through it once again, but, again, she stopped which only amused Juliet and Klaus.
"Like it?" Juliet inquired; a smirk flashing. "I believe it's one of my greatest masterpieces," she continued, speaking about her barrier.
"What are you doing?" Aurora asked furiously.
"You made me realize today what a monster I've been," Klaus spoke as he took a brick, setting it on the half-built brick wall with one hand while the other held a paving tool to flatten the grout. "And I am sorry that I didn't do this sooner." Klaus continued to add more bricks to the wall in between them as Aurora begins to panic.
"You can't just leave me here!" Klaus' face became cold as he glared at her; continuing to add bricks. Juliet, on the other hand, stifled a bout of laughter.
"I had the right idea when I bricked up your portrait. Behind walls is where you belong." Aurora, near hysterical, realized he was going to leave her trapped forever and began to plead with him.
"Then just kill me! Please, Nik! Just kill me!"
"Oh, I think not. Not with the only one who loves you rotting at the bottom of the ocean. I wouldn't grant you the mercy." Klaus leaned forward until he and Aurora were nearly nose-to-nose and sneered at her. "So while the fish eat him and the worms eat you…just know that it was I who took everything from you." Aurora began to sob in defeat as Klaus turned and walked away, requesting for Juliet to magically finish building the brink barrier. With a small nod, the woman held her hands out and immediately the brinks began forming a wall – fusing together. She had to admit, Klaus – though cinematic – had a way about him that screamed dangerous and evil; especially when he was mad. She admired it. The fear which washed over the gaze of each vampire, even werewolves, when they hear the name Klaus Mikaelson was something that Juliet had always wanted – but she knew better. There was room for only one true monster.
And now with his sire line severed, Juliet knew his enemies would come out of the woodwork.
Once she was done with the brick wall and Aurora's sobs were muffled, the woman began to way out of the mausoleum finding Klaus outside with Stefan Salvatore. Stefan carried a bag, showing he was on his way to leave New Orleans and go back to running from the vampire huntress … forever. Juliet wished there was something she could do to help the man but even her powers were no match for the mark on his body.
As the men talked the woman kept her distance and watched them. For a brief moment it seemed as if Klaus had taken a shaky breath, one someone would take if they were dizzy or in pain. Raising a brow, Juliet approached Klaus and placed a hand on his shoulder. Immediately Klaus put up a hand indicating he was 'okay'. Stefan, frowning in concern, inquired about his condition but Klaus merely shrugged it off and answered.
"Never better." The two men shook hands. "And you, my friend, take care of yourself." Stefan smiled back and picked up his bag off the ground before he turned and left the cemetery. When the man was out of view, Klaus turned to face Juliet but again felt dizzy for a second and leaned against the wall of a nearby tomb to avoid collapsing onto the ground. Klaus looked up to Juliet with a worried expression. "What's wrong with me?"
"You hemorrhaged an enormous amount of mystical energy, enough to create a nexus vorti. It's nothing a good night's rest won't cure," the woman answered placing her hand on his shoulder again, hoping any kind of comfort from her would grant her a little more immunity from his wrath later. A part of Juliet hoped Klaus really did forgive her for doing what she had to do to survive and that he understood. But another part of her realized he might have let her off easy this time around because he was too weak to even finish building the brick wall.
"Where did the energy go?" the man asked, slightly leaning against Juliet as they began to make their way out of the cemetery. Juliet, knowing Davina better than she wanted to, looked down to the ground hoping her gut feeling wasn't right. Davina had wanted nothing more than to revive her love – Kol Mikaelson. It was with his help that Davina had gotten the right spell to unlink Klaus and his sires; Juliet had that feeling that Davina had something else up her sleeve.
"I have an idea but … unless I'm absolutely positive I think I'll keep it to myself."
Author's Note:
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