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. 2
If she hadn't snuck out from the Mikaelson Compound, the tension would have driven her crazy. There was too much envy and anger radiating from Hayley which made Juliet quite frustrated as it was Hayley's idea to leave with Klaus on the run; leaving Elijah alone with Juliet, allowing them the time to make up and continue their overdue relationship. Klaus was in panic mode but would not admit to his emotions, which made everyone else uneasy with his edginess. Freya was solely focused on concocting a cure for the bite, Elijah was more concerned with Juliet's random spurts of pain and Camille, on the brink of dying, was beginning to act like Mother Theresa. Mix all it of together and it was one giant pain in the ass for Juliet to handle; she had to escape.
With her senses on high alert for any sign of Lucien, the woman kept her attention on everything and anything on the French Quarter while she made her way to join Vincent at Camille's apartment. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks; her gaze falling upon a familiar, bloodied face.
"Ezra?" Her eyes widened at the sight of her latest kill. With a look of resentment, Ezra stood on the other side of the street, his eyes red and fangs extended as if he was ready to enact revenge for his death. Her eyes were glued on the image of Ezra pointing a finger at her, moving it across his throat in a threatening manner. However, when a crowd of New Orleans tourists passed by, the image of Ezra was gone. Juliet stood where she was, frightened. It was her first time experiencing hallucinations and she was puzzled by the reason behind them. She was unsure if it was due to the lack of fluids in her system or was it a symptom of her nightmares.
"Juliet." The woman's brain couldn't process her name being called but instead raced with the solution of ending the hallucinations and hearing echoing voices while awake. "Jules." Marcel went to touch her shoulder; Juliet gripped tightly onto his wrist, moving to flip him onto his back. "What the hell?!" Marcel hit the ground hard as Juliet's knee landed on his chest, nearly cracking his rib cage. It took a few seconds for the woman to realize who it was underneath her, and once her focus became clear, Juliet pulled Marcel to his feet.
"I'm so sorry," she voiced, dusting him off. "I don't know what got into me."
"You've been off a little lately; are you sure you're okay?" The question being ask repeatedly was beginning to get on the woman's nerves; no she wasn't okay. Juliet wasn't okay with her situation. She wasn't okay with the fact that everything she worked for had gone down the drain. She wasn't okay with Camille being the next victim and she wasn't okay with her losing her powers. But she had to keep it together; there was no other way she would be able to win this battle if she were to break down.
"I'm fine," she lied. "What are you doing here? I thought you were going to the Compound to see Camille?"
"I was just on my way but I saw you wandering around here as if you saw a ghost so I figured you needed help with something."
"No, I'm just on my way to Camille's apartment to meet up with Vincent."
"What is he doing there?" The pair began walking, making their way to the apartment.
"We have a theory that Lucien's blood could cure his bite; similar to how Klaus's blood cures his bite. And according to Camille, he had left some of his blood on the floor of her apartment."
"Do you think Lucien would really do something like that? Allow his blood to be a cure?"
"Lucien has wanted nothing but to be like Klaus; better than him. My guess is Lucien would never allow there to be a way out of a death he brought on; but it's worth a shot," Juliet shrugged. Finally, they found their way to Camille's apartment, the door half ajar. Pushing it open, Marcel and Juliet entered the home and spotted Vincent on the floor of the living area, preparing for a spell.
The witch jumped in surprise when he heard the muffled footsteps of Juliet and Marcel behind him. "What the hell?"
"Thought you could use some back-up just in case," Juliet greeted, looking toward the lit candles and preparation for his spell.
"How is she, by the way?" Marcel asked, leaning against the wall.
"How do you think she is? She got pulled into a vampire vendetta and now if we can't make this work, she's gonna die; so, she's scared. She's angry and right about now, she's probably wishing she never stepped foot in the Quarter." Vincent took a moment to relax as Marcel kneeled beside the witch, picking up a cracked photo of Camille and Kieran, Camille's deceased uncle. Juliet thought for a moment; if Camille really felt all those emotions, she sure had a way of hiding it.
"You care about her, and so do I." Why? Juliet thought, as she didn't believe Camille was much of anything to be head over heels for. "And I know you wanna help her, so focus. Do what you gotta do." Juliet turned, hiding an eye roll from the men; her eyes then scanning the apartment. It looked like a post-graduate student's apartment and Juliet began to wonder who Camille was before she was sucked into the Mikaelson's orbit.
Vincent nodded, preparing for a moment before raising his arms and reciting the spell. He spoke in Latin, like every other spell's incantation was. As he chanted, Lucien's blood began to rise from the floor, collecting itself in a small bowl Vincent had prepared. But after a few seconds, Vincent suddenly began to gasp, falling forwards – stopping the spell.
Suddenly Juliet began to hear them; the Ancestors clear as day. You will not stop us. Join us.
Along with their pleas, Juliet could hear them reprehend Vincent for using magic; they viewed him as an enemy now for working with the vampires of New Orleans. While Marcel attended to the witch, Juliet's mind was captured and taken to another location; a location she recognized immediately. From her nightmare, the darkness returned and the mist covered all evidence of civilization or any reminisce of someone accompanying her but the feeling of eyes on her radiated from every corner she turned. "I'm getting really tired of this," Juliet groaned, crossing her arms against her chest.
"Join us." She jumped from the loud voices repeating; they grew louder. Covering her ears, Juliet felt a sudden migraine enter her mind, like a hammer pounding away inside her skull. "Come back to us." The woman shook her head, screaming for the voices to stop.
"Juliet!" Marcel took hold of the woman's shoulders, lightly shaking her from whatever episode she was having. "Juliet! Wake up!"
"Stop!" Vincent commanded, recognizing exactly what Juliet was experiencing; the Ancestors were using their magic to manipulate her mind as a form of torture for going against them. "Marcel, stop!" Vincent pried Marcel's hands off Juliet's body, causing her to fall onto the ground in a fetal position.
"Make it stop," Juliet whispered, her hands still covering her ears, her eyes wide open.
Juliet woke in Elijah's bed, Marcel sitting at the corner of the bed. "How much longer?" he inquired, his gaze on the illuminated screen of his phone, his finger flipping through pages of whatever it was he was reading. Juliet sat up on the bed, her muscles tight and her head free from the pounding sensation. "How much longer are you going to hold back your urge to feed?"
"Not now, Marcel."
"Then when?" The man looked to her, taking Juliet back with the anger in his eyes. "If you want to help them so bad, then feed; but you're no use to us weak and fragile or desiccated." Juliet let out a harsh breath of air as she moved from the bed.
"Our main focus right now is Camille and saving her; focus on her and leave me be," Juliet pleaded, making her way out of the room. Marcel, however, was not finished. Using his enhanced speed, he sprinted to move in front of her, blocking her way out the door.
"And one of my main focuses is you. Juliet, please; feed." The two shared glares; neither of them backing down from the challenge.
"Is there an issue here?" Suddenly Klaus appeared behind Marcel, his brows furrowed in confusion from the image in front of him.
"No; everything is fine," Juliet answered; her glare still on Marcel. "Where are we with Camille?" It was then when the woman noticed the redness in her friend's eyes; the sorrow hidden deep within them. It hurt her to see him like this, to watch as he witnessed the woman he loved slowly fade from the world.
"Vincent and Freya are working on a spell with Lucien's blood; we'll see." Juliet nodded, pushing passed Marcel and walking with Klaus to find Vincent and Freya.
"Where's Elijah?"
"He's with Hayley picking up a few of Hope's belongings from her grandmother's house." Juliet stopped in her tracks, her gaze up at Klaus. "What?"
"And you allowed him to go with her … by himself?" Juliet inquired, obviously irritated.
"His feelings for her are no longer present, Juliet. He loves you."
"You and I both know Elijah hates deep, but loves deeper; if at any point he felt a love for Hayley, that love is there to stay. Just because I'm back in his life after a thousand years of silence doesn't mean he will suddenly push everything he's felt for Hayley aside."
"I know my brother, and I thought you did too. Elijah is known as the noble Mikaelson for a reason." Klaus put a hand on her shoulder, quickly moving it to up her cheek. "He loves you and he won't jeopardize losing you again." Though Juliet was not one hundred percent in agreement with the Original vampire, she nodded anyway to get him moving; Camille was still their priority.
Rounding the corner into Klaus's room just as Camille began drinking the formula Freya had concocted in hopes of it curing the bite. "What now?" Juliet questioned to Vincent who had stood next to her.
"We wait. Hopefully it works."
"Is she in pain?" Vincent nodded, his gaze glued on Camille as she sat back on Klaus's bed, lying down with her hands resting on her stomach.
"Take it away."
"How? The bite is only going to continue getting worse if this doesn't work."
"Tell Freya to do what was done for Tristan; she'll know what that means." With a nod, Juliet walked away from the room, feeling a sense of guilt wash over her. Klaus watched as his friend walked off, her shoulders slumped and her demeanor tired. He noticed this as a daily emotion for Juliet and he was unsure why she felt as if everything happening was her fault. As much as he wanted to attend to Juliet, Camille needed him the most. Marcel noticed Klaus's internal war and stepped in to Juliet's rescue, instructing Klaus to stay with Camille.
Walking into Rebekah's old room, Marcel found Juliet standing at the large window overlooking the busy streets of New Orleans. Back against the frame and arms folded against her chest, Juliet kept her gaze forward despite hearing the door open and close. Marcel said nothing as he entered further into the room, his hands finding his pockets as he approached Juliet. There had been a handful of times when the man had seen Juliet as if she was in a depressive state. Not many vampires find themselves in saddened moods, but he understood why Juliet was glum. What he couldn't understand was the reason behind Juliet's stubbornness when it came to feeding. With the amount of time Juliet had gone without feeding, he was surprised she hadn't began to desiccate the moment the Ancestors took away her abilities.
"Don't try to understand, Marcel; there's no way in hell you ever would." Still the woman kept her gaze away from the man, her head lightly resting against the wooden frame.
"Don't you want to at least talk about it? I mean, I don't want to preach but sometimes it is better to let out some steam."
"The person I did that with betrayed me; and I killed him. And then I saw him in the French Quarter – blood all over him as he pointed at me before he suddenly vanished with the crowd." Marcel's brows furrowed as he listened intently to the woman. "The woman Klaus loves is literally on her death bed because of me; Lucien is a beast because of me. The Mikaelson family is in danger because of me and this entire time I believed I was under the radar with my retaliation plan but … the Ancestors obviously beat me." Finally, Juliet averted her gaze and spotted Marcel a few feet away from her. "And now they're haunting me; punishing me for siding with my family."
"Your episode at Cami's apartment?"
"Was not the first time the Ancestors have infiltrated my mind to torment me; begging me to join them again."
"Wait…join them? They want you to work for them again?" Juliet nodded, biting her bottom lip. "But why would they want you to work for them again when you tried to prevent their prophecy from coming true?" Juliet shrugged, shaking her head at his question.
"Your guess is as good as mine. But what I do know is I won't be working for them again; even if I do miss having my powers." With a contemplative look, Marcel backed away from the woman, moving himself to the bed. He sat down; his mind racing with different scenarios. What if Juliet joined the Ancestors once again? Would they force her to help Lucien, or were they planning on eliminating Lucien once the Mikaelson family was destroyed? It seemed his thoughts were transparent as Juliet sighed. "I don't know what their plan would be for me if I were to join them, Marcel. But I can assure you, I will not go that route; not after everything."
"I just worry about you Jules." Marcel rose to his feet, taking the few steps he needed to be close to the woman. Taking her hands in his, he pulled on to place a light kiss. "You know I don't like seeing you down; you have a face for a smile." Juliet smiled at his statement, taking her hand back and placing it in her pocket. "There it is."
"Hey guys." The two averted their gaze to the door finding Vincent. "Can I join you? It's a little hot in there." Juliet nodded, beckoning for the man to enter the room as Marcel moved back. It wasn't long after Vincent joined them when Freya showed up, her expression tired; Juliet didn't blame her. It seemed since she was back in the Mikaelson life, Freya had been doing nothing but protecting the siblings from the horrors that followed their dark shadows.
Walking through the doors, the old witch informed them of Camille's condition; she was getting worse. Vincent, eager to come up with additional solutions, suggested the Stryx helping in some way but both Juliet and Marcel knew the Stryx would not have an execution plan for something that was created a few days prior. "Lucien engineered a pure strain of wolf venom, designed to kill even an Original; It may be that there is no cure," Freya mentioned, her own worst fears coming to life.
"Well I'm not giving up", Vincent spoke, confidently.
"Neither am I," Freya responded.
"And neither are we," Juliet pitched in. "But what else is there to try?" Suddenly Hayley walked through the door with Hope on her hip, Elijah behind her.
"How about a magical, miracle baby?" Hayley suggested, Hope's clueless stare onto those in the room.
Author's Note:
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