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.
No More Heartbreaks pt. 1
"Juliet…." Her name was whispered repeatedly, the sounds echoing off unforeseeable walls. The haze had become dense since her legs had robotically taken her deeper toward the darkness upon her. As a light shiver traveled down her spine, the confused and scared woman wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the goose bumps along her olive skin. "Juliet….come…." As much as her mental state screamed to turn around and run in the opposite direction, the woman had no control over her legs. She did, however, have full control over her eyes which she used to scan her surroundings in hopes to find something – anything – to help her situation.
"Juliet." Elijah suddenly appeared next to her looking disappointed. "How could you?"
"What are you talking about?" But before he could answer, he vanished in the blink of an eye. On the other side of her appeared Rebekah and Klaus, also looking disappointed as they shook their heads in embarrassment. "Guys what the hell is going on?"
"Juliet." The whispers began again, echoing loudly in her ears – making them ring. Even with her hands over them, Juliet screamed from the pain; blood dripping from her ears.
"MAKE IT STOP!"
"Stop fighting it." Suddenly Juliet's eyes snapped open to find Elijah hovering over her, afraid. The whispers silenced and the darkness vanished with light pouring from the open windows, allowing the wind to hit her sweaty skin.
"Are you okay?" Elijah inquired, his arms slightly wrapping around her shoulders in attempts to pull her up to a seated position. She didn't answer but instead dwelled on the night terror she had, trying to decipher what it had meant. 'Stop fighting it,' echoed through her ears, causing her to slightly jump. "Juliet, focus." Finally, the woman was able to avert her gaze to Elijah's worried face, his brows furrowed from her demeanor. "Are you okay?" he repeated, holding her head in his hands.
"I'm fine," she mustered out, her breathing still heavy, the beads of sweat dripping from her face. It was at this time when Klaus walked into the room wearing his own worried expression.
"What is all the yelling about?" he inquired, his eyes immediately falling on Juliet. "What happened?"
"Nothing," she brushed off, sliding herself up from the bed and out of Elijah's grasp.
"Sure didn't sound like nothing."
"I'm fine; just a nightmare." Klaus's expression softened, remembering how vivid Juliet's nightmares would be. Long ago when they were children, Juliet would dream of terrors destroying the village after Henrik's death. It was then when he had made the white wooden oak trinket for Juliet with a message stating 'the Knight will keep you safe at night when I cannot.' As sweet as it was, no one would have known that little trinket would have led to the possible demise of the Mikaelson family.
Reaching his hand out, Klaus cupped Juliet's cheek and placed a light kiss on the other cheek. "Everything will be okay, love," the man spoke softly causing the woman to smile. She offered him a nod as he pulled away, his gaze falling on Elijah. "If we were allowed outside of the house I would offer to get you a small bouquet of lavender and some ice cream to cheer you up, but father here is opposed to us leaving the sanctity of our home."
"Father, here, is keen on keeping the family alive," Elijah responded with a snide glare.
"Guys please, no more fighting," Juliet begged. "It's a beautiful gesture Klaus, and I appreciate the thought, but instead I think I just need to rest a little; I'm feeling a tad weak." This seemed to concern both brothers as vampires were perfectly healthy beings; they were also unaware of Juliet's issue with feeding and her body's desperate need to replenish its fluids. "How about instead we play a round of makeshift mini golf? I mean, why not take a day or half a day to simply clear our minds? It might benefit us in the long run as we have been stressed and a moment to relax might help cleanse ourselves?" Klaus immediately believed the idea as insanity, but Elijah spoke up in Juliet's defense claiming if they had a chance to forget the possible danger they were in, they might be able to then come up with a plan once they were done.
After little persuasion, Klaus agreed which forced Juliet to collect coffee mugs from around the Compound where she then placed them in the courtyard in various locations to create somewhat of an obstacle. Elijah, amused by Juliet's sudden energy, fished out the golf clubs he had collected from France and dispersed them to each player; Klaus, Juliet and himself. Freya, being the protective older sister, and Hayley, playing mom, refused to play into any 'childish' games. This didn't stop the trio from participating in what they believed would be a few hours of light conversation; catching up and potential talk of the future after they figured out how to defeat their current enemy. Laughter echoed through the courtyard and out to the rest of the house as the trio continued to play their makeshift golf game; Hayley and Freya eventually walked to the balcony to watch.
"If you hit a hole-in-one on this one, you're the winner," Klaus informed Juliet, trying to make her mind unease and miss the target. But Juliet had been playing golf for many years. Despite her club aiming for a cylinder shaped coffee mug instead of a hole, Juliet knew with one swing she would be able to sink in the yellow golf ball. She readied the club, lifting it slightly to hit the ball when her ears began ringing, her mind becoming infiltrated with a high-pitched screeching sound. Dropping to her knees, the woman dropped the clubs and placed her hands over her ears; Klaus and Elijah rushing to Juliet's side.
"Klaus!" The screaming stopped in Juliet's mind as all eyes moved to the door where Cami appeared, looking for Klaus. While Elijah stayed by Juliet's side, Klaus moved to Cami's side. "Something happened and you're going to be angry, but Lucien wants you to be angry. He's trying to lure you into a trap."
"What did he do?"
"Promise me you won't fly off the handle and do something crazy," Camille pleaded, her right arm moving uncomfortably. Juliet's eyes moved down to where a red mark on her arm caught her attention, just under her sleeve "Promise me." Klaus noticed to mark as well; he took her arm and pulled back the sleeve, examining the bite. "Before you lose it … Klaus, look at me." The man averted his tearful gaze to the woman. "I love you. And I won't let you get yourself killed."
"Camille…" Before he could say anything else, Camille's legs gave out, her body falling; Klaus catching her before she hit the ground.
"I just need you to know," she whispered.
"I can tell you I love you tomorrow." Klaus reached under her and picked her up, carrying her deeper into the Compound toward his room. "You're not dying today." Juliet and Elijah watched in sorrow as Klaus hauled Camille's weak body up to his room; Hayley and Freya doing the same.
"Are you okay?" Elijah asked, helping Juliet to her feet. The woman nodded as a small sigh escaped her lips, her hands pulling out her phone. "What are you doing?"
"Calling Vincent," she informed him, holding the phone to her ear. "They're friends; he'd want to know if she was dying. Plus, maybe he knows something about curing the bite." Elijah nodded as Juliet began speaking to Vincent on the other line, his gaze finding Hayley's worried expression. The mother quickly looked away, her legs moving her back to Hope's room to attend to her daughter. Freya, giving a small shrug to her younger brother pushed herself off from the railing – joining Klaus and Camille.
Juliet hung up the phone, placing it back in her jean pocket. "He's coming. And I feel so helpless."
"Even if you had your powers, what could you have done for a bite like that?" Elijah questioned, his words meant to bring some sort of relief. Juliet knew he was right; for a beast made just a few days prior, Juliet wouldn't have known how to cure a bite – but she would have had the means and power to try to concoct something.
"I could have done something, Elijah; anything. Instead of sitting back and watching this happen; I could have tried something." Elijah understood her frustrations and was not fazed by the tone she had given him but instead wrapped an arm around her shoulders, placing a light kiss on the top of her head.
"We'll get through this."
"And what about Klaus?" Juliet snapped back, looking up to him. "He deserves happiness; and now it's taken away."
"Hey." Elijah placed his hands on her shoulders, giving them a light squeeze. "We will get through this." Keeping her eyes on him, Juliet listened as she heard quick footsteps approaching the Compound. Turning, she spotted Vincent at the gate, waiting to be let into the Compound. Almost immediately Juliet was at the gate, opening it and stepping aside for the man to enter.
"Where is she?"
"She's in Klaus's room; I'll accompany." Juliet led the way up as both Vincent and Elijah followed close behind. Once they were in Klaus's room, they spotted Camille sitting on the sofa, her brows furrowed in pain as Freya spread a healing salve over the wound. Spotting this, Vincent's eyes grew wide. When Juliet had spoken to him claiming Camille had been bitten by Lucien, a part of him believed the vampire was lying and it was all a rouse to get him in the Compound. He prepared for a battle against powerful supernatural creatures, but everything he mentally prepared for would have never helped with the guilt and sorrow washing over him as he realized Camille was going to die.
"Cami, I'm so sorry," Vincent spoke sorrowfully as he approached the woman.
"You should be," Klaus snapped. "This is your fault. It was you who turned Lucien into a beast." Klaus stood from the sofa and began to advance on Vincent; Juliet stopped him with a hand on his chest, lightly shaking her head up at him.
"Klaus stop," Camille begged. "It's not his fault."
"Cami's right," Hayley chimed in. "We all need to work together to fix this."
"Yeah," Klaus agreed. "I think I know how to fix it. Lucien always been obsessed with me; he made himself like me – my bite is cured by my blood."
"Do you think his blood could save her?" Hayley questioned.
"It's not a bad idea," Juliet spoke, her hand falling from Klaus's chest. The woman turned to Vincent with a shrug. "Lucien would want that kind of power over his victims and everyone else that would possibly get in his way."
"So we got a working theory, now we gotta test it," the witch nodded.
"Lucien's blood is all over my apartment; I sliced him all to hell before I ran." Camille informed them; Klaus smirked at her.
"Vincent should go," Juliet announced, pointing over at him. With all eyes on her, the woman continued. "He's the only one Lucien wouldn't be keeping an eye out for; it'll just look like a friend is visiting another." Vincent nodded, understanding where Juliet's thought process was going.
"I'll head over now and be back as soon as I can." The man looked over to Camille, sorrow still riddled in his stare before he turned to leave. Juliet followed behind him, her arms crossed against her chest as her gaze fell onto the floor; her mind twisting. "Jules you can't go; Lucien will kill you as soon as he sees you."
"I'm not going … I just …" A sigh escaped her lips, her arms falling to her side. Juliet wanted to help him; follow him to Camille's apartment and collect Lucien's blood in an attempt to feel useful and Vincent immediately understood.
"You'll be more help here with them," the man spoke softly, putting a hand on her shoulder. "The powers aren't what made you; you can still be that badass vampire everyone spoke about in your own way." She knew he was merely trying to help and she allowed a small smile to show through before he exited the Compound, but it quickly faded when he rounded the corner toward the New Orleans French Quarter.
Her phone rang. Extracting it from her jean pockets she spotted Marcel's name at the top. "Yeah."
"Where are you, I thought we were supposed to meet at the gym for some practice?" Marcel inquired. Juliet, having forgotten their appointment, put a hand on her forehand.
"About that," she started. "Camille had a little run in with Lucien."
"What?! Is she-?"
"She's alive and here at the Compound; but he bit her. So it's only a matter of time before she slips away."
"I'm coming over. Let them know I'll be arriving soon so there's no confusion." With a nod the woman hung up the phone, her mind still occupied and her eyes glazed over in thought.
"Who was that?" Elijah's voice rang in her head, his footsteps echoing through the courtyard.
"Marcel. He knows about Camille and he's on his way to say his peace." Juliet turn to look at Elijah, his expression still wearing its worried look. Without another word, Juliet began picking up the reminisce of their home golf game, picking up the coffee mugs and the golf balls which had accumulated around the large space. Elijah watched her intently, wishing there was something he could say to help the woman feel better. But he knew there was nothing he could do or say; but he did the only thing he could do in this situation. Approaching her, Elijah took the items from her hands, setting them down onto the sofa nearest them. Once they were set, the man walked over to the woman again and wrapped his arms around her torso, placing his lips carefully on her lips. "What was that for?" Juliet inquired with a smile when he pulled away.
"Because I love you; and I felt like you needed a reminder." The smile still lingering along her lips, Juliet placed her lips upon his once again, her arms tightly wrapping around his neck.
"Bloody hell, find a room you two." Pulling away, Juliet looked up to the balcony to find Klaus shaking his head, Hayley standing next to him with Hope in her arms, pain in her eyes.
Author's Note:
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