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.

The Devil Comes Here and Sighs PT. 1

The news of Lucien breaking down the brick barrier where Aurora once resided forced a strong hatred to course through Juliet's veins. As if their issues weren't bad enough with the new 'big bad' in town, it was obvious why Lucien wanted that second vial of serum; he wanted his beloved to be his equal so they could rule the New World together. With this in mind, Juliet couldn't sleep that night. Even with Elijah resting peacefully next to her, Juliet watched him; pensive. His breathing normally had brought a sense of calmness to the woman but this time it only brought worry; what if she would lose him as soon as she had gotten him back. Juliet couldn't bear the thought of losing Elijah again, let alone Klaus or even Kol for that matter. Rebekah was hidden away where no one could find her and that eased her thoughts but only for a few minutes before the voices in her head reminded her of the beast Lucien was.

He was quicker and smarter with a deadlier bite that could kill even an Original vampire.

She wondered and thought back in attempts to pin-point if and when the Ancestors had revealed their true plan to her whether it was direct or indirect. But there was nothing; they hid it well for so long and Juliet grew frustrated by the hour. Finally, when the sun began to rise, welcoming a new day, Juliet could no longer lie still; she swung her long legs over to the side of the bed and carefully removed herself without waking Elijah. Though he had wanted Juliet to move all her belongings into his room, Juliet had a small issue with barricading her things to one area, knowing she would eventually need to recluse herself; Juliet kept some clothing in Rebekah's room for that very reason.

Walking silently through the corridors and into Rebekah's room, the woman began to dress herself in black work-out leggings and a gray tank top before she tied up her shoelaces. There was a monster out there somewhere gunning to kill the Mikaelsons and anyone who would dare get in his way, but Juliet needed to get out of the Compound to relieve some of the stress weighing her down. The feeling of defeat lingered in her mental state; a feeling Juliet had never felt until recently. She hated it. She hated feeling as if there was nothing she could do to help those she loved dearly. No longer a vampire with witch abilities, Juliet couldn't stand the thought of not being able to say a simply charm to defend herself; she was powerless.

Approaching St. Mary's Cathedral, Juliet's eyes trailed up to the large pointed roof, admiring the structure. The church was one of Juliet's favorite places to be, and now with Marcel turning it into a vampire gym, Juliet loved it even more. The atmosphere was exactly what she wanted it to be; dark and brim. It mimicked how she was feeling and as Juliet moved toward the punching bag; the woman moved her head in attempts to crack her neck before she began punching the hanging target. Hit after hit, swing after swing it was as if her frustrations were slowly, but surely, melting away but the worry continued to linger deep within her cranium.

"Hit that thing a little harder and you'll break it off the hinge." Though the remark was more rhetorical, Juliet did just that. Putting more force in her punch, the woman took one last swing and the black punching bag flew off from the ceiling and slammed against the wall shaking the stained-glass window bringing in a color portrait onto the floor in front of her. Marcel walked out from the shadows, his hands in his pockets. "Lucien is a monster now, huh? Strong enough to kill an Original?" his voice fell more in the category of taunting than concerned; something Juliet grew frustrated with. "All these years wasted in protecting them and Finn is gone for good. How much longer until it's Klaus? Or even Elijah?"

"I could do without your patronization, Marcel." Juliet rolled her eyes as she placed her hands on her hips, her legs taking her toward the pull up bar.

"Look, I'm just trying to understand if this was the plan all along or if you just screwed up somewhere…"

"What do you think happened, Marcel? Please enlighten me!" Juliet barked.

"I honestly don't know. And you wanna know why? Because you were never straightforward with me. It was always cryptic this and secretive that. You never trusted to confide in me what your plans were and now look what happened; you screwed up and a raging lunatic monster is out there somewhere dead set in killing the Mikaelsons." Juliet stayed quiet, her hands running down her face as she took a seat on the caged ring. A long huff escaped her lips as she knew Marcel was right, with all of it. Juliet had an issue with speaking to anyone but Ezra about her plans and what she was up to. It was due to past experiences that trusting in one person and confiding in them was the ideal way to handle any kind of situation; obviously, she was wrong. It wasn't that she didn't trust Marcel – Juliet would entrust Marcel with her life given the chance. But Juliet felt as if it was her mission to do what she needed to do and because of that, she wanted little collateral damage as possible.

She couldn't afford to lose Marcel in any sense of the term.

"So, what's the plan?" Juliet inquired, her gaze finding his again.

"Oh, I have no solution to this whole Lucien being a supercharged vampire, but what I do need help with is Davina." Raising a brow, Juliet rose to her feet. With her arms crossed, the woman inquired what he had meant. "You know the little witch you swore you would protect? I know you've noticed Kol's change in attitude; it's even worse than the last time he was a vampire."

"Yeah, it's gotten to the point where even Freya got in his face about it, and you know she doesn't like to fight with family."

"My point. Something's going wrong there; something connected to the Ancestors."

"You think?" Juliet questioned sarcastically, already knowing the connection between the two. Her conversation the night prior with Davina and Vincent had already confirmed her suspicions as Davina admitted testing his blood.

"I can't think of any other reason why he'd be acting like this besides the fact that he's just a dick." Juliet smiled at his remark, shaking her head.

"Speaking of the Ancestors," the woman began. "Vincent has an idea on how to break the connection from their realm to ours."

"How exactly does he plan on doing that?"

"I'll get into that later. Now, we need to find Davina. Hopefully we can figure out exactly what it is the Ancestors are planning with Kol."

Marcel and Juliet agreed to meet at Saint James Infirmary once the woman was cleaned and changed. He had dropped her off at the Compound and was met with a very grumpy Elijah waiting for her at the door. "Do you have any idea how worried I was? What if Lucien had found you?" Understanding his concerns, Juliet shushed his words with a light kiss on the lips before she ran up the stairs to their shared room where she jumped in the shower. It wasn't a few minutes after she had closed the glass sliding door when she heard the bathroom door opening, Elijah's apparent outline nearing the standing shower. Juliet kept her gaze forward, her fingers running through her long brown hair in attempts to wash the sweat out. Elijah, keeping quiet, neared the glass and placed his hand on the barrier between them.

He watched as the hot water ran down her bare body, the light causing her skin to glisten from the water. The Original vampire thought back to when he would envision moments like this, imaging what it would be like if Juliet were alive. And now, with his fantasies coming true, Elijah took the moment to admire the reality of it all.

In a swift moment, Elijah opened the sliding door and joined Juliet in the shower, his arms tightly wrapping around her torso. She turned in his hold, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she placed them upon his. Elijah pushed her up against the wall, his palm resting against it while Juliet began ripping away his wet suit.

Walking into St. James Infirmary during the day was different than closing time. It was alive and filled with humans looking to dance and drink the day/night away. A hopping live band playing in the corner, live instruments echoing through the building while the female lead singer danced away her heartbreak. As much as Juliet wanted to join those looking to have a good time, she knew with Vincent sitting at the bar, his dark eyes on her, it was not going to happen. She had called him on her way over as Vincent was now the most powerful witch in New Orleans; she needed his power. Envious of him, the woman rolled her eyes at his smirk, Marcel close behind her as they approached him. "You sure they'll be coming?" the woman inquired, sitting in the open stool next to the Regent. As soon as she spoke, Davina walked into the building, Kol hesitantly trailing along behind her. Marcel moved to greet the girl but Juliet held him down, shaking her head. "Let's give them some time with Vincent."

"But…"

"Vincent knows what he's doing. Plus, the Ancestors don't have a reach here; Kol won't be under their influence."

"Then why?" Tightening her grip on Marcel's arm, Juliet gave him a look, shutting him up. Getting to their feet, Juliet and Marcel took residence at the opposite end of the building, happily ordering drinks while they waited.

"How's it like being a normal vampire?" the man questioned, wanting to spark up conversation while they waited. Juliet didn't answer right away; her mind trying to form the right words for the question. She didn't want to admit that she hated not being able to channel the Ancestors, nor was she happy that after all the years she had the powers, never was there a time where she prepared herself for the possibility of no longer being a Heretic. Juliet loved having the extra power; something which put her above most other vampires – an upper hand.

"It's…." The woman took a sigh, her back leaning against the wall as she balanced the chair on two legs. "Different," she finally answered, giving a small shrug, sipping on her ordered bourbon.

"Gonna take some time getting used to, huh?"

"You can say that again." Both their gazes fell upon Vincent, Kol and Davina who had moved to a table where Vincent began speaking about his ideas on either convincing the Ancestors their plan is a mistake or relinquishing the Ancestors from the world of the living. It was a crazy idea to block them permanently from their realm, but Juliet understood and agreed as to why it needed to be done; what's dead should stay dead. A little hypocritical for Juliet to think so but she had the opportunity for a second life – one she could be proud of – but the Ancestors took that from her the second she freed herself from the caves.

"Can I ask you something I had always wanted to?" the man inquired, his gaze still upon the little witch. Juliet nodded, her lips finding the brim of the glass to take another sip. "Why feed on children?" Juliet looked over to him, stunned. No one had questioned her and her unfortunate taste for innocent blood; but that's what it was – the innocence. She had always been ashamed for her taste for it, the longing that would eventually come about when she hadn't had a drop for a while. But there was a time when Juliet rebelled against the Ancestors for a short period time, turned off her humanity and became what they call a Ripper. It wasn't until the Ancestors took it upon themselves to snap Juliet out of her rampage, redirecting her back to their mission.

"Their blood is not tainted," she finally answered, her gaze falling upon the glass being held in her hand, resting upon the wooden table. "Humans; they gorge themselves in alcohol, drugs … packaged poison. One wouldn't think there was much of a difference; blood is blood after all. But years of tainting their bodies with foreign entities; it does make a different. Children, their blood is still pure and the taste …." Juliet's voice trailed off, knowing Marcel had gotten the point. "But I hadn't had any in a very long time."

"You haven't had any blood in a very long time," the man pointed out, eyeing her closely.

"I desiccate slower than you thanks to my …." Her words stopped; it finally dawned on her that she would need to feed very soon if she wanted to fight alongside the Mikaelsons. When she possessed the powers of the Ancestors, Juliet didn't need to worry about the hunger or desiccating as her witch side halted her body from shutting down. Now, as a mere vampire, Juliet knew things would change quickly.

Before she could muster something out about how she would need to feed, and soon, Vincent approached the table, his expression unreadable. "Well?" Juliet questioned; the other two legs of the chair landing on the ground with a thud.

"I'll try it, but I can't guarantee they'll go for it."

"We gotta try everything we can before taking the drastic measures," Juliet spoke, more to herself than to Vincent. "Can't hurt to try."

"At least I hope it won't hurt to try." Vincent shook his head as he placed his empty glass on the table between them. "You got my tab, right?" Without waiting for an answer, Vincent offered a smirk before he turned, leaving the establishment to venture off to the cemetery.

Author's Note:

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