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.
An Old Friend Calls pt. 2
The warehouse was dark with limited amount of illumination coming from the high ceiling bulbs. She knew this was all a rouse to coax her into feeling incompetent and even afraid as she met up with a lost-long friend; Gaspar Cortez. Though friend was a loose term, the two kept things civil between them until he had tried going after Klaus Mikaelson centuries prior. Of course during that time, all of Niklaus's bloodline were sired to him and they would all have perished in a blazing combustible fire if he were to decease; causing Juliet to stop Cortez in his rampage and put him down. As her heels clicked against the concrete flooring and her red faux leather jacket swooshed with her arm movements, Juliet regretted not putting the rabid man down permanently.
Gaspar waited patiently for Juliet to reach him toward the middle of the warehouse; another move to try and inflict a sort of mystery and fear which only backfired as the woman's attitude quickly reached annoyed in .02 seconds. "You should know better than trying to inflict fear on me, Cortez," the woman spoke, her footsteps stopped just yards away from him. As her hand found her hip, her eyes quickly scanned the abyss surrounding them, seeing a human army of what appeared to be jacked up thugs who spent way too much time at the gym. This amused her. "I'm hurt. I thought our last battle proved me to be a worthy competitor; why have the muscle when you know I can take them all out and manicure my nails at the same time?" Of course Cortez did not find her words appeasing and sent a glare her way.
"When you called a meeting, I wasn't expecting to get insulted."
"Why? It's me. You should know the insults come naturally." Juliet winked at him, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she began to slowly circle him. "I apologize if my presence is a nuisance to you, but I believe you might buy what I'm selling."
"Go on," Cortez beckoned as he watched her closely.
"You're in New Orleans because you felt the bond between Niklaus Mikaelson and you dissipate, am I wrong?"
"Among other reasons."
"Right; the White Oak. A fairy tale that others are telling in hopes to finally kill the most hated supernatural being in the world…"
"Are you denying the presence of leftover Oak?" Cortez inquired, his eyes squinting. Juliet gave him an unsure look, quickly masking it with an expression of confidence. "So there is some leftover? Tell me where it is, Heretic."
"That's something not even the Ancestors will allow me to see," Juliet lied, raising a brow at the man.
"Then you are no use to me." Putting her hands up in false defeat, Juliet turned to leave the warehouse. She was stopped by Cortez's booming force, instructing her to stop.
"Why are you suddenly so quick to go against Klaus? The last time I went after him, you attacked me and forced me to go into hiding."
"I wasn't very keen on becoming a ball of fire. Now, I'm no longer connected to him; he can rot in Hell for all I care." The many years spent lying and convincing herself she was against the Mikaelsons came in handy whenever she was faced with a true enemy; but Juliet wondered for how long could she keep up the mask without it slipping.
"I heard you were involved in making that happen; unlinking him."
"I dabbled," she spoke truthfully, feeling a hint of guilt within her. "Klaus will be at a place called Rousseau's tonight meeting with his little blonde drink of water. If you want to begin the torment, I advise taking a trip there and make known your arrival."
"Does this mean we're allies?" Cortez asked, taking a few steps closer to Juliet. With a single glare, Juliet shook her head.
"Far from it," she began, putting a hand on his muscular chest. "But for the time being, I won't rip your head off."
Back at the Compound, Juliet walked through the doors with a small smile on her face, a sort of victory beginning to wash over her. Though there was a small feat with Klaus's sire-link breaking, it seemed there was no reason to wallow in self-pity any longer. Slowly things were working themselves out as Juliet's mind continued piecing together the new puzzle; a plan in gaining followers to protect the Original vampire from the inevitable army making their way to New Orleans. It was only a matter of time – this Juliet knew. Once Cortez put the word in cycle that the White Oak was indeed present, there would be a flood of angry vampires looking for the Hybrid in hopes to kill him or even one of the other siblings to rid that competition.
She wouldn't allow that to happen; not over her dead body.
Soon Klaus would stomp through the Compound doors in a rampage to update his family on the appearance of Gaspar Cortez. While Juliet would mask her involvement with surprise, the family would devise a plan in ridding the vampire from existence. One would believe Juliet would have learned her lesson in hiding her thoughts from the Mikaelson family, however, as she continued saying even to Ezra – she knew them all too well to share the thoughts marching in her intelligent and devious mind.
Walking up the spiral staircase toward Rebekah's room, Hayley appeared from her own room as she made her way out of the Compound. "He knows something is up." The mother spoke quickly, knowing Elijah would be venturing out from her room as soon as he was done making sure Hope was okay.
"Leave him to me, Hayley. You go do what you need to do." Juliet put a hand on the mother's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. Never did Juliet think she would have a weird bond with the Hybrid mother after the news of a rare pregnancy traveled around the Supernatural world. But as Hayley offered a small and thankful smile toward Juliet, the woman knew Hayley held a new respect for her. Letting her hand fall to her side, Juliet watched as Hayley left the Compound, Elijah appearing beside her. "Everything okay with her?"
"She seems off; invasive, stand-offish," he answered, his eyes as the entrance of the building.
"Can you blame her? She was forced to witness the murder of her husband." Juliet's gaze found Elijah's stern but worried expression. "Women like her don't fall into the arms of another man to find comfort after a tragedy like that; they retaliate." Juliet shrugged. "Maybe she found a way to do that."
"That's what I'm worried about." Elijah finally tore his gaze from the entrance to the woman; Juliet visibly seeing Elijah's concern. Before she could provide words of comfort – mostly for the sake of Hayley so she could finish what she started – Klaus's voice boomed through the courtyard instructing them to meet him in the study. With a roll of their eyes, the two made their way toward the room where they were greeted by Freya and an anxious looking Klaus. Immediately the man began informing him family of what he had witnessed at Rousseau's. Gaspar Cortez had indeed taken Juliet's word and found Klaus at the pub, intimidating the Original vampire. "And you're sure?"
"It was him; it was Gaspar Cortez," Klaus confirmed, his eyes wide.
"I assume this is someone from your box of letters?" Freya sighed.
"The youngest son of a particularly vile family of warlords I dealt with in the 17th century," Klaus responded.
"Didn't they burn that philistine pigsty into the ground?" Elijah asked, his eyes squinting; Juliet still saw the amusement in his eyes. Klaus, unamused by his brother, scoffed.
"Pigsty? Belaga was my favorite artist retreat! Someone had to pay for that, so I murdered Gaspar's brute of a father."
"And?" Freya inquired, knowing there was more to the story.
"And one or two…"
"Five," Juliet answered for him, Elijah closing his eyes in annoyance in frustration from his brother's actions.
"Five," Klaus emphasized. "Of his bloodthirsty brothers."
"Don't forget the mistress," Elijah added.
"That was an accident," Klaus defended, offended. Elijah rolled his eyes and turned to Freya.
"The point is that Gaspar was but a footnote."
"Until he became a vampire, hell-bent on hunting me," Klaus continued. "He's a cunning deviant, known to compel hoards of the helpless to aid him with his tasks. This is exactly what I was concerned about; devils of all kinds, crawling out of their crevices to strike at me." Klaus paused upon hearing footsteps and unintelligible murmuring approaching with his Hybrid hearing and scowled. "Speaking of which." Klaus, using his enhanced speed, ran downstairs into the courtyard where he found Davina strutting inside the front gate and immediately pinned her against a support beam by the shoulders. "Rather foolish of you to come here alone."
Davina, looking only mildly afraid, peered over Klaus's shoulder to a figure who used their vampire speed toward Klaus, tossing the Hybrid backwards across the courtyard.
Kol Mikaelson.
Klaus rose to his feet ready to fight, but was stopped when he realized it was his long-deceased brother standing in front of him.
"She didn't come alone brother." Elijah, Freya and Juliet walked into the courtyard, their eyes widened. However, at the sight of Kol Mikaelson, Juliet truly was not surprised. Since losing him, Davina had been hell-bent on finding a way to resurrect her beloved; stealing the Nexus Vorti after unlinking Klaus was the only way Davina would have been able to do so. With a raised brow, Juliet folded her arms across her chest as Kol shrugged. "Now Nik, I mean, you did go after my girl," Kol spoke sarcastically.
"It can't be," Klaus whispered, his bewilderment evident.
"It's Kol," Davina stepped in. "When I broke your sire link, it created a surge of power."
"You stole the Nexus Vorti," Freya accused, sending a cold look. Davina, frustrated with the Mikaelson family in general, rolled her eyes to the witch.
"And brought your brother back from the dead," Davina pointed out, offended none of the siblings so much as uttered a thank you.
"You should be thanking her, really," Kol spoke, walking towards his siblings. To everyone's surprise, Klaus lunged forward and hugged Kol tightly, which both pleased and shocked Kol. The sight forced a small smile on Juliet's face; it was nice to see the family civil and actually acting like a family for once. When they pulled away, Kol turned to Elijah.
"Hello Elijah," the boy greeted.
"You haven't aged a day," Elijah responded with. Kol then turned to Juliet, recognizing the long lost face he once adored. Yes, even Kol Mikaelson was infatuated with the girl once upon a time.
"How is it I had a feeling you weren't gone for good?" the boy rhetorically questioned, happily wrapping his arms around the woman. "It's good to see you again, Jules," he whispered in her ear before pulling away. "You know, after a thousand years," he joked with a playful smirk. Juliet said nothing but offered a smile before her gaze found Davina's. Her brow slightly raised at the girl, showing her concern while Kol greeted his long-lost sister; the sister he had never met. "Where might Rebekah be?"
"That's a long story," Klaus answered. "And one reserved for family. Davina can see herself out," Klaus instructed, making a face. Before Kol could decline, Klaus held up a hand. "As per usual, our family faces a multitude of threats. The sooner you become acquainted with them, the better. I won't have you distracted."
"By Davina? You know, if you could only pull your head out of your…"
"Kol," Davina stopped him, stepping in. "It's okay. I'll go. You can make it up to me."
"And I will. Dust off that fancy dress 'cause tonight we're going dancing." As the two shared a moment, Juliet's gaze averted elsewhere as the siblings seemed surprised by their brother's tenderness toward the witch. Peering from the outside, Juliet immediately understood Kol Mikaelson as a bit of an unstable vampire, leaning toward Ripper. There was no reasoning with vampire Kol Mikaelson; he did absolutely whatever he wanted, whatever he wanted with whomever he wanted. Even as a human, Juliet never really did take toward the younger brother, morely so due to their age difference.
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