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. 3
Juliet chose to stay back while Freya and Vincent devised a plan to use Hope Mikaelson, the 'miracle, magical baby', in an attempt to save Camille. Elijah noticed the woman's avoidance and instantly knew the reason behind it; he decided to address the issue after their current dilemma was handled. And as he stalked off to follow his sister, Juliet aimed the opposite direction for the library where she knew she would feel at home with a glass of Bourbon in her hand. Marcel followed, feeling something off about her. The Mikaelson Compound had originally been his home for many decades after the Mikaelson family fled New Orleans. The rooms were familiar, yet they weren't. The home had a sense of familiarity as well; yet it wasn't his house anymore. He missed it, if he was being honest. The Compound truly did seem like a fortress for the King of New Orleans; a crown he missed holding.
Following behind Juliet into the library, Marcel looped to the bar, grabbing the glass of fine alcohol and pouring a glass for both him and the woman. Juliet, on the other hand, walked over to the bookshelves, her fingers tracing the bindings. Her eyes scanned the many novels, encyclopedias, autobiographies and many other genres of books the Mikaelson family had collected. There were bindings so old the print could no longer be read while others had appeared to be a few decades old, proving to Juliet that Marcel had replenished some of the books.
This made her smile.
"Some of your books are up there," Marcel informed her, placing a glass in her hand.
"Just some?" Juliet playfully inquired.
"Most," he corrected with a smile, clicking his glass with hers before taking a sip. "You are an amazing writer, Jules. Why did you stop?" Juliet let out a sigh accompanied with a shrug.
"Other engagements became priority," she confessed, taking a sip from the glass. "Besides, I should write my own autobiography; it'll make for one hell of a fictional story to the human world." Marcel chuckled, knowing she was right. The life of a vampire was highly glorified in the human world; so much they made several different versions for them. One of Juliet's most hated vampire depiction was the Cullens from Stephanie Meyer's Twilight; the gleaming vampires that fed on animals – what a laugh. She shook her head at the thought of them as she spun on her heel, walking toward the nearest cushioned armchair. She resided in the seat next to the unlit fireplace, her leg swinging over the other, her heel swinging up and down.
"You're pissed at him, aren't you?" he asked, obviously seeing right through her.
"I don't know what I expected, Marcel. I don't know why, in my irrational mind, I believed we could pick up where we left off. Elijah and I are completely different from the children we used to be back then."
"So are we." Juliet looked up to Marcel with a raised brow, her teeth attached to her bottom lip.
"We were immaculate," the woman confessed with a small smile; Marcel nodded in agreement. Juliet kept her stare on the man as he peered away, sipping on the expensive bourbon. For a moment the woman's mind blanked; her eyes admiring the man sitting before her. "You know she's not going to come out of this one, right?" Marcel didn't answer but simply met her gaze, sorrow within his stare. "I know you liked her; my condolences."
"Who else?" Juliet raised a brow at him, a silent inquiry. "Who else are we going to lose to them?" Marcel continued, shaking his head with a sigh. "Cami was a good person; a beautiful hearted woman who's only sin was that she got mixed up with this whole mess."
"Unfortunately, that's sin enough," Juliet mumbled, finishing off the Bourbon. "This family brings out the worse in us; in everyone." Unbeknownst to the couple in the library, Elijah stood just outside of the door, listening to their conversation. With his lips puckered in anger, he shook his head before he turned to occupy the courtyard where Freya, Hayley, Hope and Vincent resided. Standing by the bar area, Elijah leaned his hip against the wood, his arms crossing in frustration from the conversation he had heard.
Suddenly, quick footsteps were heard echoing through the foyer corridor when Davina hurried through the gate to find the family distraught in the courtyard. "Marcel?" she called out. Almost immediately, both Marcel and Juliet were in the courtyard, their gaze on the young witch as her eyes filled with tears. Marcel started for her, embracing her tightly for a moment, a tear falling onto his cheek.
Camille was gone; they all knew and could feel it as her heartbeat stopped; her breathing ceasing. Vincent, feeling the tension in the room, walked up the stairs toward Klaus's room, seeing Klaus standing outside the door. Taking a step aside, the Hybrid made room for the ex-Regent to say his goodbyes.
Down in the courtyard, Juliet pulled away from Davina, wiping away the tears the young witch was shedding. The woman wanted to promise her everything was going to be alright; provide some sort of comfort in the wake of a friend's death. But Juliet's hands were tied; she was not able to mutter a single word of comfort knowing full well the dangers that awaited them. "Take care of her," Juliet instructed Marcel, pulling him arm around Davina's shoulder.
She made her way up the stairs toward Klaus's room, finding him sulking toward the upstairs living room. Juliet followed, knowing her friend was in need of a soft voice and a loving hand to comfort him. He stopped at the balcony overlooking the main street, and that was where Juliet joined him. "Everything we touch turns to poison," Klaus spoke, his eyes glossing over from his mind traveling elsewhere. Juliet put a hand on his resting against the railing, giving it a light squeeze. He moved his hand, afraid it would be Juliet next who would be a victim to Lucien.
"Klaus, look at me," the woman demanded. Klaus, fragile, peeled his eyes away from nothing and looked to her, the tears in his eyes visible. "Not everything you touch turns to poison; I am a perfect example of that."
"I damned you to an eternity of …"
"An eternity of keeping my family safe … as much as I could," Juliet corrected him. "This is not your fault; Camille is not your fault. But do right by her."
"How am I supposed to do that?"
"Revenge." Juliet and Klaus turned to find Elijah standing in the doorway, his eyes on his brother. "You fight until the very end; we all will. Always and forever." Klaus nodded toward his brother, a small and thankful smile briefly flashing before Klaus took in a deep breath.
"If you'll excuse me; there's a child that needs me." Klaus walked off, brushing past Elijah. Juliet caught it; the brotherly glare which told Elijah Klaus was disappointed in him. Elijah looked away, his gaze finding Juliet's immediately just before she turned away, her own gaze on the main street.
"More like he needs his child," the woman mumbled, letting out a soft sigh. Though the existence of Hope has caused quite an uproar in the Supernatural realm, Juliet was thankful Klaus had someone in his life that he would be able to shower all of his pent up love and affection with.
"You understand why I needed to go with her, correct?" Elijah took the few steps needed to reach Juliet, his hand finding hers.
"She needed the added protection; I understand clearly, Elijah."
"And you do understand that this family does what it can to survive, no matter what the situation is."
"No matter whom it harms." Elijah let out a harsh breath, his eyes narrowing toward the woman. "Face it Elijah." Juliet looked toward him, her lips pursed. "There has been many causalities throughout your life simply for family; lives that could have been spared."
"I'm not going to deny that we have had a significant amount of deaths around us; but that is, unfortunately, our lives." Juliet nodded, offering Elijah a shrug.
"Sooner or later that life is going to get tiresome."
"But today is more important; I don't want to think about the future right now." Cupping her cheek, Elijah wrapped his other arm around her, pulling Juliet into a hug. "This moment is what matters right now." Juliet wrapped her arms around him, her eyes finding Marcel at the door.
"Where's Davina?" Juliet inquired, her arms falling to her side as she began to make her way toward Marcel.
"She left after she said goodbye."
"And you let her?"
"…I didn't see a problem with it."
"Davina just lost someone who she considered family; she's still a child. She's gonna do something stupid," Juliet informed him, pushing past him to leave the Compound. Before she could get too far, Marcel grabbed onto her arm, pulling her back.
"Where are you going?"
"To find Davina before she does something stupid."
"Lucien is after you, too. You're not going anywhere."
"Then find her." Marcel nodded and gave the woman a once over before leaving the building. Walking up beside her, Elijah raised a brow.
"What was that about?"
"I have a bad feeling." Suddenly, as if on cue, an earthquake began to shake the ground and everything on it. Holding onto the railing, Juliet looked to Elijah, worried.
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