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. 2
Despite Marcel's constant pleas to leave St. James, Juliet refused. Call it women's intuition or a lingering reminisce of her previously Ancestral powers, but Juliet had a feeling the Ancestors weren't done. As if flipping through a book with no print, but knowing it had been there before, Juliet tried to channel something – anything that could help her decipher what she was feeling. In the pit of her stomach, Juliet knew something big and bad was going to happen; she just didn't know when. Sitting back in her seat, the woman kept her gaze upon the patrons in the bar, using her keen sense of hearing to tap into all conversations happening within the walls. Each one seemed innocent with no indication of foul play against one another or the supernatural of New Orleans. This wasn't unusual, but in a state of borderline panic, Juliet wanted to pin-point exactly what was the cause of her uneasiness.
Marcel, still undetected by Davina and Kol, had ordered another round of drinks after Juliet refused to stay on the topic of her neglect for blood. It was only a matter of time before her body slowly began to gray; desiccating from the lack of blood in her system. She could feel it; how tired and slow she was because of it. But she had made promises decades ago about feeding on children and the taste of human adults no longer satisfied her picky thirst.
"You're gonna have to do it Jules." Having someone like Marcel Gerard on her side had always made her life easy; he was a voice of reason; Klaus had done a well job at raising Marcellus after he pulled him out of being a slave in the eighteen hundreds. And Marcel was repeating the cycle when it came to Davina, which she appreciated. Marcel was a kind soul; someone who others would look up to as a leader. It was the reason behind his reign as King of New Orleans after Juliet pulled him out of the burning theater after the Mikaelsons left him there to die upon the realization that their father had found them. And, of course, it was the reason behind Marcel's reign as the Stryx leader; it was his calling as he, indeed, had a voice of reason when it came to any situation no matter how severe or little.
"I haven't fed in a very long time," the woman informed him, her gaze falling upon him.
"It's like riding a bike; you never forget."
"I never learned how to ride one." Juliet smirked, knowing how ridiculous it had sounded, but it was the truth. Marcel chuckled, shaking his head as he placed the brim of the beer he had ordered, taking a sip. "Besides, that's not what I'm worried about," she continued. "I was a monster back then; a Ripper. I don't want to take the chance of turning back into who I was."
"Jules, you're one of the kindest people I know; soft, sweet. You won't revert back to that unless you want to." His words were sincere, and Juliet appreciated it. But as he spoke, the woman began to feel that dreaded feeling once again. Suddenly, her phone began vibrating, Vincent's name written across the top of her screen.
She answered.
"Jules." Vincent sounding weak and tired. "I need your help. The Ancestors marked my status down."
"What does that mean?"
"I'm not the Regent anymore, Van Nguyen is." Juliet vaguely recalled who Van was; but then remembered it was the son of whom Davina had Hayley kill for going against her during her reign as Regent. Juliet's eyes widened. It was only a matter of time before the Ancestors caught onto their scheming, but the woman believed she would have had a little more time before they began working against it. "I'm gonna need your help here Jules; I'm at the cemetery and things aren't looking so good."
"I'll get Davina to help you…"
"But she's…"
"Vincent," Juliet spoke in an authoritative manner. "I will have Davina come to you; keep an eye out for her." Juliet kept her eyes on Kol, watching closely as he and Davina slow danced to the melodic music vibrating through the bar, the singer harmonizing with the instruments while telling a sad tale about a long-lost love. Marcel continued speaking about something Juliet had lost interest in. Her suspicions were controlling her mind, repeating over and over again a small prayer to whatever Gods were out there that she was not right; that the Ancestors would keep one little hole on Earth where they didn't have a reach. But like every other prayer gone unanswered, this one added to the long list. Juliet watched in horror as Kol backed away from the witch, the feeling of hunger and anger growing stronger; the sound of everyone's heartbeats and blood pumping in the dozens of bar patrons ringing in his ears.
Kol tried his best to keep himself in check as he looked to Davina fearfully, his vampire face and fangs coming out as his keen eyesight pinpointed the carotid artery running along Davina's neck pulsating invitingly. He threw himself at the nearby table and leaned over it. It was at this time when Marcel's story recounting one of the many memories he had with Klaus ended and his attention was pulled to the commotion.
"You said magic doesn't work in here," Kol growled after Davina tested her magic on the glasses littering the wooden bar counter. Marcel turned to Juliet, his own worried expression showing through. With a shrug, Juliet shook her head – knowing there was no way to explain the sudden change but that the Ancestors were using yet another person to break the charm.
"Save her," Juliet commanded; Marcel taking no time. Within a second the man had snapped Kol's neck earning a look of shock from Davina as she was unaware of Marcel's presence in the building.
"Sorry to interrupt date night," Marcel spoke, holding onto Kol's body as to not make a scene.
"What are you doing?" the girl asked, frustrated.
"We're preventing a bloodbath in the middle of New Orleans," Juliet answered as she approached them, her arms crossed. "And we're freeing you up to go help Vincent; he's in trouble and needs your help in the cemetery." Davina stayed where she was - her gaze upon the unconscious and very dead Kol before Juliet snapped her out of her trance. "He'll be fine; now go. We'll work on clearing this place out so no one gets hurt." Without a word, the girl turned on her heel, grabbing her jacket and left the building to go help Vincent. Marcel carefully placed Kol's body on the nearest chair, the vampire's head falling back.
"You knew, didn't you?" Marcel questioned, his eyes narrowing. "Dammit Jules, when are you going to let me in?"
"I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want my suspicions to be right. I wasn't one hundred percent sure the Ancestors were going to meddle on the magic infused to this place, but," Juliet sighed. "I was positive they wouldn't allow a single place in New Orleans that they couldn't manipulate." Marcel rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he began on working the crowd; moving everyone out of the building to close the bar. Juliet helped, going one by one to each bar patron, compelling them out of the area.
Once everyone was out of the building, Marcel sat by Kol whereas Juliet took up space at the bar, pouring herself a small glass of bourbon. She knew where the owner hid it, and she was thankful for the kick as her mental state was beginning to dwindle. Suddenly, just as Marcel got to his feet in attempts to confront Juliet, the woman's phone began to ring. Continuously it vibrated against the hardwood bar counter, inching its way toward the edge as Juliet sat on the bar stool, brim to lips and eyes closed while she prayed for it to stop. It was Elijah – probably wondering where she was as she had not been to the Compound in a while. He was worried and Juliet understood highly where his concerns lied, but when she needed time to attend to other matters, the woman wanted to be left alone and not constantly checked up on.
"You should probably answer it," Marcel spoke, annoyed, as the phone began vibrating a second time. A loud huff was heard from the woman before she answered the phone, inquiring what Elijah needed.
"Where are you?"
"I'm at St. James Infirmary." She kept it short and simple; trying to push Elijah off the phone. But of course, there would be a reason as to why he was calling; Klaus had been taken and Lucien was challenging Elijah. With this news, Juliet's eyes widened – her gaze falling upon Marcel, she knew she had to join Elijah and help him with whatever disastrous event was to take place when Elijah confronted Lucien. "I'll be right there," she spoke into the phone, ending the call.
"I'll be fine here," Marcel promised, taking a seat by the Mikaelson vampire once again.
"Are you sure?"
"Would you stay if I asked you to?" the man inquired, raising a brow to the woman. But of course, Juliet stayed quiet, knowing she couldn't give the answer he wanted. "I didn't think so." Marcel shook his head as his gaze fell to the ground, his thumb wiping his bottom lip. "You know, you used to be so quick in helping the people you considered family."
"They are family," she spoke softly. "They're our family. And just because we're no longer sired to Niklaus doesn't mean my job here is done; I owe him my life." Letting out a sigh, Juliet rounded the counter, her jacket in hand. Approaching him, she put a hand on his shoulder, indicating she didn't want to fight. "Watch after Kol. He needs to leave. And once he wakes up you need to convince him to leave. When you do that, text me when it's all said and done."
"How am I supposed to convince him to leave Davina? Or his siblings?"
"Threaten him." Marcel gave Juliet a look. "With Davina. Remind him that he no longer has control over his mind or his thirst; sooner rather than later he is going to hurt the woman he loves. Build on that and you'll convince him in no time."
"You should like you're an expert on this."
"I've have practice."
"I don't understand; your orders were to get close to Elijah Mikaelson." The witch gasped for breath as a forceful hand wrapped tightly around her throat, lifting her off her feet against the cold beige wall. "That's … what I…did," she choked out as the hand tightened its grip, putting pressure against her trachea.
"Making him fall for you was not part of that agenda, Celeste," Juliet growled through gritted teeth. Her eyes wore their vampiric red stare used to intimidate the witch. "Your part was to keep in his sights and report to me any changes."
"I'm s-" Before Celeste could muster out an apology, Juliet tightened her grip.
"Save your apologies for someone who is looking for them." Juliet lowered the woman to eye level. "You are to leave here without another word and we sever ties. Got it?" Celeste shook her head, struck with fear.
"I won't leave him."
"You act like you have a choice. If you love him so much, you will leave here or you both suffer the consequences."
"No. Our love can conquer anything you throw our way." With an amused raised brow, Juliet's lips twisted into an evil grin. In one swift movement, Juliet forcefully moved Celeste from the wall and into the filled bathtub, holding her head deep into the water. The witch struggled, scratching and gripping at anything that could save her from her evident death. But Juliet was stronger; angrier and only smiled as she held Celeste's head under the water, listening to the muffled screams. Once the woman's struggle ended, Juliet pushed the rest of her body into the tub, face down.
"Wrong choice." The woman wiped her hands on her dress, drying them.
She had a bad feeling as she approached the Whiskey Cask Bar, Stryx Associates standing outside awaiting their next order. Freya, looking healthier since the last time Juliet had seen her, stood by the slightly opened door, her focus solely on her little brother inside the building as he spoke with Lucien. Juliet kept quiet standing with Freya as she focused her hearing to what was being said inside the building. Lucien, smug as ever, requested for Elijah to give up the location of Tristan de Martel, or give his life to end Tristan's constant suffering as he lied in the middle of the dark ocean. A small smirk tugged at her lips as Juliet remembered what they had done to the man; it quickly faded as she realized it was because of her that he was suffering – drowning repeatedly for all eternity. It was a cruel and unusual punishment she had granted him and Juliet began to wonder if using him as collateral damage was worth his pain.
"Now guys." Freya gave the signal and all the Stryx Associates flooded into the building from all angles to intimidate Lucien. Juliet followed behind them, her gut feeling and voices in her mind begging her to sit this one out. But she ignored the inner pleas as she stepped beside Freya, finding Elijah's relieved stare. "I have all kinds of tricks, Lucien. We even brought an audience to enjoy the show." Juliet's brows furrowed; her eyes on Freya as the woman wondered how she had managed to speed up the process.
"Oh, come now, my darling sister," Elijah harped. "The Strix are the show. Well... the first act. Act two, Lucien's buried beneath 1,000 tons of cement. Act three? Spoiler alert," the man paused for added effect. "You're a parking lot." Juliet had to admit, the man had style and his words forced a smile to form despite their position. As much as it looked to be no competition against the Stryx and Lucien, Juliet knew better; she watched him change and knew what the Ancestors were capable of.
Lucien chuckled. "Oh, even after a thousand years, you've never managed to curb your hubris. You still wander through a smog of your own self-importance. I can kill anything. Even them." Lucien pointed toward the vast Stryx Associates surrounding him. "Even you. And, since the Ancestors have made me their champion." It was Juliet's turn to receive a stare from Lucien; making her blood boil with anger. As much as she wanted to jump after him, the woman knew there would be only one outcome. "They will not allow me to be detained." Faint whispers began echoing throughout the large auditorium they stood in and suddenly Lucien stepped toward Elijah without harm; the sigil on the floor holding him fading away. Elijah, Freya, Juliet and the Stryx Associates looked extremely concerned, but it did not falter the latter from surrounding him.
Juliet took a gulp as Lucien slowly spun, taking in his enemies with a growl; it was not a fight she was willing to take part in if it meant her possible death. From the beginning the family's motto of always and forever had been put in effect and it was a motto Juliet was incorporated into. She, herself, believed in such but as she was faced with actual danger – a beast who was more than happy to sink his fangs into her jugular, Juliet looked to Elijah, worried. Was she willing to give up her life for the man beside her?
One Stryx member after the other, Lucien went through each as if they were falling leaves; swatting them away without breaking a sweat. The trio stood back while the Associates did what they were brought into the organization to do. But as Elijah stood in front of Juliet and Freya, protecting them, Elijah realized the Stryx needed more power. Without another thought, Elijah sprinted toward Lucien, but was struck down with a blow to his chest, causing him to be thrown back against the wall. Juliet, forgetting the danger, went for Elijah's retaliation, but was immediately put down with a kick in the stomach and what happened next was unforeseen; her world went dark.
Her eyes fluttered open and a gasp escaped her throat as Juliet's body sat forward, her breathing harsh. With a hand gripping tightly on her throat, the woman woke to find herself in Elijah's bed, the man holding her down on the bed, repeating 'everything is okay'. He shushed her, holding her close in his arms as he engulfed her in a tight hug, his chin resting against the top of her head. Juliet held onto his arm as if she would disappear if she were to let go. "What happened?" she inquired, realizing she was not where she had last remembered being.
"Freya and I got you out of there as fast as we could," he informed her, his hand lightly stroking her brunette hair. She nodded, her eyes finally blinking away the fright.
"And Klaus?"
"Here." Looking up to the doorway, Juliet spotted Klaus sauntering into the room, a proudful smirk playing along his lips. "Heard you took a swing at our little problem after he threw my big brother here into the wall." Juliet didn't speak but simply looked up to the Hybrid, her nerves still shaken by her experience. Klaus sat on the bed next to her, his stare thankful as he placed a soft hand against her shoulder. "That is what family is all about. I knew you were a Mikaelson at heart." His tenderness took the woman off guard.
"You're not mad about my part in your unlinking?" the woman questioned, feeling Elijah's hold around her tighten. But Klaus shook his head, his smile falling.
"We all have our faults; I surely haven't been awarded with being the best brother. We all make mistakes, and yours is forgivable." With a smile, Juliet extended her arms and wrapped them around his neck, bringing him in for a tight hug. For the first time since being around the family, Juliet had felt like part of the pack again.
Author's Note:
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