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.

Where Nothing Stays Buried pt. 1

She didn't dare move from the spot she occupied at the balcony, her arm crossing her chest while her fingers lightly caressed her bottom lip. Juliet had stayed frozen in that position statute-like; like a gargoyle defending a cathedral church as her eyes glossed over in thought. The Mikaelson family had begun attending to other matters; Klaus with Cami's body, Hayley retrieving information Klaus had requested, Freya and Vincent worked on ideas in defeating the threat. Juliet listened in on their conversation, straining her abilities to hear. Marcel's voice repeated in her mind, instructing her to feed; Juliet realized she would have to go against everything she had promised and give in; her fingers were beginning to appear grey in the moonlight. Thinking of Marcel, the woman found it odd he hadn't contacted her with the whereabouts of Davina Claire; the wrenching gut feeling was only growing. There was something wrong – something so incredibly wrong that Juliet began to feel nauseous.

"I think I found a spell that'll draw together all the serum that Aurora took," Vincent informed Freya; Juliet's ear perked up, her brow rising. Though Vincent had plans in extracting the serum from Aurora's heart after forcing all of it to collect in the organ and destroying it, Juliet had a different plan. If she or someone she loved were to become a beast like Lucien, they would have the protection they needed.

"But who?" Juliet questioned, riddling around her brain to figure out the best candidate to become an immortal, undefeatable beast.

"Jules." Extracting her from her thoughts, Juliet's head snapped to the door finding a breathless Vincent. "Marcel has been trying to get a hold of us; he wants us to meet him at St. James." Without another word, Juliet stepped down from the balcony and began to follow Vincent out of the Compound.

When they arrived at the bar, Juliet waited outside, her gaze toward the sky. During their trek to the location the woman felt nothing but dread; Vincent easily noticing something off with her. Though he inquired her thoughts, Juliet kept them to herself in fear her worries coming to life. Regardless, they were true. As Juliet walked through the doors, she witnessed Marcel on the floor, Davina's lifeless body lying in his lap. Tears began to sting her eyes, her legs feeling numb as her body dropped to the ground, her gaze never leaving the young witch. "I was supposed to protect her," the woman cried out; her sight blinded by tears.

"The Ancestors," Kol started. "They took over." Suddenly, without warning, Juliet sped to Kol, throwing him against the wall. With one clean swing, the woman's hand plunged into the Original's chest, clutching his heart.

"Juliet!" Marcel called out, keeping where he was with Davina in his lap. But Juliet ignored him, which prompted Vincent to use his magical abilities to stop Juliet, causing her blood to boil in attempts to force her to let Kol go. "It's not his fault," Marcel called out, stroking Davina's hair.

"I didn't want to do this," Kol pleaded, holding his chest where her hand once was. "I loved her."

"The love of a Mikaelson is the death of us all," Juliet responded lowly; her voice harsh. Picking herself up from the ground, Juliet glared at the Original vampire one more time before she sulked toward Davina, her eyes filled to the brim with tears once again. Kneeling, Juliet pulled Davina's cold body onto her lap. "I was supposed to protect her," Juliet repeated in a whisper, stroking her dark hair. "I was supposed to be there for her."

"This isn't your fault," Marcel spoke softly, putting a hand on Juliet's.

"We got to get her consecrated right now; if we don't, we can't even attempt to get her back." Get her back. Juliet finally realized they were in New Orleans, the capital of witchcraft; there had to be a way to bring Davina back.

"We can't consecrate her!" Kol yelled, approaching them.

"You are walking a very thin line here, Kol. I can't kill you, but I can make you wish you were dead," Juliet responded.

"I already wish I was," Kol admitted with a sigh. "But the Ancestors despise Davina; if we consecrate her, she'll wake up in their domain and they will destroy her."

"If we don't, we'll never see her again," Marcel fought. Finally, fed up with all the arguing, Vincent slammed his hand down on a table.

"Hey, that's enough. All right? We all want to help her, so we need to make sure that she's consecrated, but she's got to be safe so we're gonna pull her into a place where she's protected, then we can resurrect her," Vincent's gaze fell upon Davina being placed on a table. "And that's gonna require a lot of energy, and my power's not what it used to be before I got shunned."

"All right, we need Freya," Marcel spoke with a nod.

"You think my family's going to help? Nik hates Davina; Freya will not defy him," Kol replied.

"This wouldn't be happening if it wasn't for your family," Juliet barked. The woman instructed the witch to prepare Davina's body before glaring at Kol. "Come with me."

The trio made their way to the Mikaelson Compound where Juliet would enter in a rampage. She knew very well how much Klaus despised Davina and how much he would want nothing more than to keep the little witch deceased. However, when it came to his family and Juliet – the woman knew Klaus would have to back down and agree. Though she did not want to use Camille against him, if the opportunity called for it, Juliet would use the blonde's death to get what she wanted.

When they arrived at the Compound, Klaus was nowhere to be found, but Elijah was all ears on the situation. Both Marcel and Kol spoke on the matter; Juliet staying back with her arms crossed and gaze onto the ground as she fought to hold back the flood of tears threatening to escape. Her promise was made decades ago, but Juliet's heart still broke knowing her promise to the Claire family had faded. Davina Claire was dead but there was a ping of hope in Juliet's mind knowing New Orleans witches were the most powerful witches in the country; there was still a chance.

"This is a war. Please, understand, I despise the situation," Elijah responded, shaking his head.

"No!" Kol yelled. "That's the wrong answer." Kol stepped toward Elijah threateningly, as if to start a fight but Juliet approached the brother, putting a hand on his chest to stop the escalation.

"Elijah please understand; we know this is a war, but we've lost a lot of friends in the process. Today, we need your help; I need your help." Suddenly Klaus appeared through the doorway, his eyes tired.

"Then you shall have it." Juliet offered a thankful smile toward Klaus as the man walked to his bloodied brother. "Come on, Kol; let's get you cleaned up." The men walked out from the room, leaving Elijah, Juliet and Marcel. It was Marcel who made the first move; reaching to touch Juliet's hand to give it a light squeeze. Juliet nodded toward him. Elijah noticed their movements and raised a brow, his mind wondering what kind of history the two had.

"You two seem very close," Elijah pointed out after Marcel walked out of the room. Juliet nodded, confirming. "Am I a fool to assume you two were never intimate?"

"Yes," Juliet answered, her gaze falling upon him. "You'd also be a fool to think it wasn't me who helped him into the status he held after your family left New Orleans the first time." Elijah's brows tugged together. "It was me who led Mikael to find you here; and it was me who pushed him out and saved Marcel from the burning theater you lot left him to die in." Elijah said nothing as he stood in shock from the revelation. "I saw potential in Marcel and I still do. But right now, this very moment, it's not about you or me or Marcel but about a young witch I swore I would protect but was murdered by your brother because of an Ancestral grudge."

"Juliet…"

"Elijah," Juliet warned, holding up a hand. "She loved Kol so much she went as far as joining the Stryx for a way to get him back; we owe her that much." The man nodded, knowing there was no talking Juliet out of her mental thoughts; she wanted and needed Davina back and Elijah understood clearly. But with the revelation that it was Juliet who caused their lives to fall apart, Elijah was unsure how to react.

Taking a few steps toward her, the Original wrapped his arms around her, placing his chin on the top of her head.

"For Davina," Elijah whispered, placing a small kiss upon her head. Juliet, letting out a breath of air, stepped out of his grasp and nodded before turning to make her way to the courtyard where Klaus, Freya and Kol were speaking about the day's events and what needed to be done where Davina was concerned. Elijah followed close behind her, walking over to join his siblings as Juliet stood by the staircase; her attempt in distancing herself from the family. With recent events, it dawned on Juliet how much death, sorrow and disaster followed the Mikaelson family. Even when she was on the outside looking in, the woman could not remember this much hurt but with herself intervened in their affairs, it only made sense; the life of a Mikaelson was not meant to be enjoyable.

Suddenly, all the candles on the table in front of Freya flared up, indicating a New Orleans witch was attempting to meddle with a member of the Mikaelson family.

"Lucien has the new Regent at his beck and call; it's me he's coming after," Klaus announced. However, much to everyone's dismay, the portrait of Rebekah blew in flames. Juliet, who was standing in front of the portrait, flew forward from the blast and fell onto the ground, her head twisting to watch Rebekah's portrait burn in a matter of seconds.

"He's going after Rebekah," Freya mumbled. All eyes were on the blazing fire, their mouths agape from the boldness of Lucien Castle. With the flick of her wrist, Freya extinguished the flames revealing an empty and charred golden picture frame.

"Lucien thought that killing Cami would have me charging into his lair on a suicide mission," Klaus realized as he helped Juliet to her feet. "When it didn't, he set his sights on Rebekah. He's kicking hornets' nests, until we have no choice but to confront him."

"Presumably he still believes she's at the bottom of the ocean," Elijah added, putting a hand on Juliet's shoulder.

"I cloaked all of you, but with the Ancestors working for Lucien, it may take a while, but if he wants to find Rebekah … he will," Freya spoke out with a sigh.

"I'll go get her," Klaus volunteered, already making his way toward the gate.

"It's not safe out there."

"What then?!" Klaus barked. "Are we to sit here and play cards until Lucien slides Rebekah's bitten corpse down the hall?"

"Let me go," Elijah offered as he began walking. But Klaus grabbed his arm, turning his brother to face him.

"I moved her," Klaus confessed; Elijah and Juliet's brows pulled together. "What? Don't look so surprised. I never did like you two sharing secrets." Juliet rolled her eyes from the childish nature Klaus unfortunately kept.

"Tell me where she is, unless you expect me to stay here and leave our sister entirely defenseless."

"I expect you to prevent Kol from suffering the same loss that I did; Lucien deserves our collective ire. Today, your grievances are tabled." This made Juliet smile at Klaus as the man, without another word, stomped out of the Mikaelson Compound, his keys in hand. The adoration that coursed through her veins watching him leave surprised even her; her heart skipped a beat from Klaus taking the initiative for once in his life. Losing someone he loved was not new to him; his siblings conspired against their half-brother their entire lives. The way he wanted to protect his brother from a loss caused Juliet's smile to continue as Kol pulled out a Hand of Glory, setting it on the table in front of him for Freya to use in her spell.

"Freya, I need this to work," Kol pleaded, the sorrow and pain evident in his expression. Freya comforted her brother, claiming the spell she was about to perform was her specialty.

"Tell Vincent to begin the consecration," Freya instructed. Juliet nodded, her phone dialing Vincent's phone number to give him the signal to go. Holding onto her brother's hand, Freya began the spell to light the Hand of Glory and call forth Davina's spirit. "Se que atrae us van el brun'en. Se que atrae us van el brun'en," she chanted, her eyes closing, her other hand circling the Hand of Glory candle resting on the table in front of her. The incantation seemed to take hours as all eyes were on Freya gripping tightly onto Elijah's hand.

Just when Juliet believed the Ancestors had gotten Davina's soul, the Hand of Glory's wick ignited and Davina appeared within the ring of black sand and salt.

"Whatever it is you did, thank you," Davina meekly spoke, her voice shaking. Juliet placed a hand over her mouth in attempts to hold back the sobs of happiness threatening to escape as she watched Kol and Davina hold up their hands as if to touch. The woman's gaze found Marcel's; the man giving her a thankful nod. She returned it with a smile, her hand falling to her side.

This was her chance to make things right with the right people.

Author's Note:

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