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. 2

As Davina and Kol spoke about her very few moments in the ancestral realm in the courtyard, Juliet and Marcel moved aside to the kitchen area. The woman had folded her arms across her chest, closing herself off as her mind traveled, contemplating all the ways she would be able to make it up to Davina for not protecting her. She knew the young witch had never been out of the country; Paris was nice during that time of year. On top of that, Juliet knew Davina would love to see the phenomenon of Niagara Falls, even the pyramids of Egypt. The entire world awaited the young girl and Juliet planned on showing it all to her once she helped save Davina from the Ancestors.

"We'll get her back," Marcel promised, putting a hand on Juliet's arm. "We have both Vincent and Freya working on this; we'll get her back." Juliet nodded to the man, falling into his extended arms. Feeling his warmth against her skin mildly eased her thoughts; she sighed. Davina was lucky to have had Marcel protecting her; having him as a father figure since the girl's own father walked out on his family years prior. And though Marcel's usage of Davina's power to help him gain more leverage in New Orleans was frowned upon by Juliet, she understood the necessity.

"I look back to when I had longed to come into their lives," Juliet started, her head resting gently on his chest. "And now … I just want to go back to the way it was. Before their reputations were demolished by their presence and the rumors were all that I had known."

"Grass isn't greener, huh?" Marcel spoke, his voice low; his chin resting against her head.

"Not at all," Juliet confirmed, shaking her head into his chest. "But I'm thankful I at least have you by my side," she continued, looking up to him.

"Any time, baby girl." Marcel allowed his arms to fall to his side as Kol and Vincent appeared into the room. Juliet turned to see the men who were obviously agitated.

"Gentleman," Juliet greeted with a small smile

"Kara Nyguen is the one going after Davina," Vincent revealed.

"With the Lifeblood Stone," Kol finished. Juliet's brow rose; that was not a good sign.

"How did she get that?" Both Kol and Vincent shrugged. "Either way, now we really can't let Davina go; we need to bring her back no matter the cost."

"Wait, what is that?" Marcel questioned.

"If Kara succeeds in using the Stone, we will never be able to get Davina back; it'll shred every ounce of her soul." Marcel's eyes briefly widened at the revelation. Looking over to Marcel, Juliet gave him a small nod. "Vincent, go find Van. Check the cemetery, I'm positive that's where he'd go to try and locate Rebekah; he'd have to channel all the power he can to break through Freya's spell." Vincent nodded at her instruction and turned to leave. Juliet looked to Kol. "We'll fix this," she ensured.

"Yes, we will," Elijah added, entering the room. His hands rested in his pockets, his eyes on Juliet. There was a look there, one that Juliet was not familiar with on Elijah. She had seen the look many times on others; those who had turned off their humanity or those who simply had no emotional capacity; he was obviously trying to hide something. With a raised brow, Juliet slightly cocked her head at his request to speak with her in private. Taking one last glance to Marcel, the woman followed behind Elijah into his room where the man closed the door behind them.

"You're worrying me," Juliet whispered, her arms crossing.

"Freya has an idea on how to defeat Lucien," Elijah began. Juliet suddenly became hopeful that the family would be able to survive yet another obstacle in their path. However, as she searched his features for a glimpse of hope, the woman soon realized the plan was not one she would take a liking to. She spoke his name quickly, shaking her head in fear of what his next words would be. "Lucien was created by Ancestral abilities so powerful that Freya does not feel as if she is powerful enough to do such a spell; however," Elijah sighed. "She believes she is able to use Davina as a conduit to harvest the powers of the Ancestors. And if she does, she can create a spell that'll remove Lucien's immortal abilities."

Juliet listened intently, knowing Elijah had already considered the thought of destroying the only chance Kol had; that she and Marcel had in saving Davina. "But in order to do that, we would be breaking the circle and we'd lose Davina forever."

"You will not even contemplate the thought of using Davina as a conduit." Juliet's voice was stern and a bit frightening as she took a threatening step forward.

"Juliet, I understand the repercussions of our actions but…"

"We will lose her; Kol will lose her. Is that what you want?" She paused, waiting for an answer or another indicating factor Elijah had considered the option thoroughly. "Your brother turning against you once again? Not to mention Marcel will stop at nothing to find a way to kill the lot of you if you destroy his only chance at saving her." Elijah lowered his head like a child being scolded, but drowned out her words. It wasn't her life being threatened; it wasn't her family on the line. Something needed to be done regardless of who gets caught in the middle.

"I will find another way," the man spoke, his gaze finding hers; the emotionless stare. "If only you had your powers, then we wouldn't have to consider it."

"It's not in consideration," Juliet corrected, her voice stern once again. "And, mind you, I lost my powers after the Ancestors realized I was helping your family." Elijah's brows pulled together, hurt by the use of her words. Previously the woman had claimed his family as her own; why the change?

"Which we appreciate." With a couple of steps, Elijah moved closer to Juliet. He placed his hands on her shoulders, giving them a light squeeze. "I appreciate it," Elijah continued, his lips close to her ear. The woman jerked away, her annoyance obvious. "Everything you've done for us all this time has been tactical and impressive."

"I learned from the best," the woman slightly complimented as she moved to look at him. Offering a brief smile, the woman took in a deep breath, her gaze falling onto the door. "I've got to speak with Davina; I need to apologize for not protecting her." Elijah nodded, his hand finding his pocket once again as Juliet walked out of the room. The space between them was growing and Juliet was quickly becoming distant. It worried him to watch it happening but bothered him to not know the reason behind it.

Down in the courtyard, Juliet descended from the stairs, her eyes on Davina as she offered the young girl a smile. Davina waved up to her, watching as the older woman approached her. Kol and Vincent were nowhere to be found; Juliet assumed Kol had accompanied Vincent in his hunt for Van. "My dear," Juliet began as she neared the circle. "Where is it that you've always wanted to go?" Davina, puzzled by the question, pulled her brows together. "I'm sure you've created a bucket-list; where have you wanted to visit?" Juliet clarified.

"Paris," the girl answered with a weak smile. "But … I'm not gonna get my hopes up, Jules. So…"

"Don't say that." Behind Juliet stood Marcel, his stare disappointed in Davina. "We will get you back no matter what it takes," Marcel promised, wishing there was a way in which he could provide some kind of comfort for the girl besides his word. Juliet nodded in agreement, her teeth attaching to her bottom lip.

"This isn't your fault," Davina spoke softly, shaking her head. "Or Kol's." Marcel sighed, looking to the ground. "The Ancestors hate me because of the choices that I made. I'm not a kid; and I'm not your responsibility. "

"Honey, you will always be my responsibility," Marcel combated. Juliet took a few steps back, allowing them a sense of privacy as she leaned against the wall, her fingers lacing together in front of her.

"What were you supposed to do? Lock me in the attic and keep the world at bay forever?" Davina inquired with an amused smirk. "You didn't let me down; I just grew up. Thank you for saving me that first time and for everything else after. I love you, Marcel." Juliet smiled at the two, her arms folding across her chest as her head rested against the wall. What happened next was unforeseeable and unexpected.

Elijah rushed into the room, using all his strength to push Marcel into the wall beside Juliet. "Forgive me," the Original pleaded, pushing tightly against both bodies of Marcel and the woman he loved. Immediately following Elijah, Freya stomped into the courtyard reciting an incantation as she took hold of Davina's wrist. The gusts of winds from Freya's spell picked up as little by little the circle surrounding Davina keeping her in their realm began to break apart. The young girl begged for her life; for Freya to end the spell in fear of facing the Ancestors awaiting her in the astral realm to punish her for rebelling against them. Both Marcel and Juliet struggled against Elijah's hold, desperately clawing and pushing to save the young witch from the wrath of the Mikaelson family for a second time. But he was losing - Elijah felt this and to ensure his family would be saved, Elijah took hold of Marcel's head and snapped his neck, freeing Juliet.

In a swift movement, Juliet sprinted to Freya with all her force, but was pushed back by Freya's spell. "NO!" Juliet screamed just as Elijah took hold of her, snapping her neck.

In the vast dark abyss Juliet had found herself occupying in the past, nothing compared to the hole left in her heart when she awoke to find the circle and Davina gone. That was it; the last chance they had to save the young witch and Juliet instantly felt the tears dripping down her cheeks onto the stone floors of the court yard. Sliding her face in her hands, Juliet brought her knees to her chest as her chest heaved from the aggressive sobs escaping her throat. Elijah and Freya were nowhere to be found; presumably they were wherever Klaus and Hayley had been. However, Marcel lied next to her, unconscious from Elijah's actions. It was obvious the moment Marcel would awake, he would be furious with what had happened and possibly take his revenge. The question was; would Juliet join him?

Just as Marcel began to stir, Kol, Vincent and Van returned to the Mikaelson Compound. Vincent and Kol looked puzzled from the sight. "Who broke the circle?" Vincent asked.

"Your lovely brother," Juliet answered, her gaze falling upon Kol.

"Elijah? But why would he do that?" the Mikaelson asked, her brows furrowed.

"Forget about that," Marcel interrupted, climbing to his feet. "We need to resurrect Davina, now." The man held out a hand for Juliet to grab, helping her to her feet. Before the woman could protest, claiming Davina was probably lost in the abyss because of Kara, Vincent nodded stating Van proposed to use his Regency power to bring the young witch back. "Good, I'll get Davina's body," Marcel nodded. As the desperate man left the courtyard to fetch Davina's body, Juliet shook her head in sorrow. With the tips of her fingers on her lips, Kol watched her intently, witnessing the sadness creep within her but there was another emotion hidden deep within her; anger. An emotion he knew very well; he knew it was consuming her.

"What was his reason?" Kol asked, knowing there had to be a meaning behind Elijah's actions for destroying any chance they had in resurrecting Davina. Juliet let out a sigh as her gaze briefly scrapped the ground before finding his pleading stare.

"Elijah allowed her poor soul to be destroyed to save your family." Kol raised a brow, taken back by her words. "Freya realized the only way she could beat Lucien was to use Davina as a conduit to steal the Ancestors' powers. I'm assuming they're on their way to do … whatever it is they plan to do. But I promise you, Kol, if Lucien is still unbeatable and he doesn't kill them – your brother will fall by my hand." The woman walked out from the courtyard, her feet taking angry strides away from the Mikaelson while Marcel appeared with Davina's lifeless body covered in a cream-colored blanket in his arms. Just as he was going to question her destination, Kol called out to Marcel instructing him to hurry.

Though she was on the opposite end of the large Compound, Juliet listened intently as Vincent announced there was nothing else they could do; just as Juliet suspected. Shaking her head, Juliet stood over Aurora's body, examining her body. Vincent had spoken to Freya about his ideas on extracting the serum from Aurora's body by casting a spell enabling every drop of the serum to collect in her heart. Whether Vincent was able to accomplish the spell, Juliet was unsure of but it didn't hurt to find out. Finding a syringe big enough to hold the serum, Juliet plunged the needle into Aurora's chest; the girl did not move. This she found odd, but assumed Freya had placed a heavy sleeping spell over their rival.

Lifting the plunger, it seemed Vincent had, after all, casted the spell to move the serum to Aurora's heart. With a sinister smile, the woman extracted the needle from Aurora's body and looked to the serum in the barrel. Whatever it was that made the serum the most powerful tool, it was the answer to ridding the world of the Mikaelson family; a family of tyranny, malevolence and pure evil. It was then when Juliet realized why the Ancestors had worked hard to fight for a Mikaelson free life, not just for them, but for the entire world. Fleeing from where they had kept Aurora's body to Rebekah's room, Juliet found a vial and filled it with the serum, a crooked smirk playing along her lips. She intended to use the serum to her advantage; giving it to someone she knew deserved all the power that came with becoming a beast like Lucien – an unstoppable beast which stood against the Mikaelson family and end them; like the Ancestors wanted and how Juliet wanted.

Hiding the serum deep within her luggage, Juliet walked out from the room and found Kol, Vincent, Marcel and Van still in the courtyard. The woman walked into the courtyard as Kol pushed Van against the wall. "Do it again!" the Mikaelson furiously instructed, his voice raised. Van shook his head, explaining that the window to saving her had closed. "Then you just became disposable." Kol's eyes rapidly turned red, the veins pulsating under his sockets. But before Kol would attack and kill the Regent, Vincent stopped him.

"I should have known better than to trust your family," Marcel spoke lowly, his gaze still upon the deceased witch; the girl be viewed as his daughter. "You people destroy everything you touch." It was a low blow, one that obviously hurt Kol to hear but Juliet agreed, voicing her matching opinion.

"Davina was doomed the moment you walked into her life," the woman spoke, approaching the young witch. Kneeling to stroke her cheek, Juliet let out a sigh. "You should probably prepare her for burial." Juliet directed her words to Marcel, the man who should have been overseeing her from the beginning. But, like Davina had mentioned, this wasn't Marcel's fault – but the Ancestors and a Mikaelson.

"I want to be here when they get back," Marcel mumbled; Juliet nodded. She knew Marcel needed a moment with Elijah … something and anything to get his anger out for what he had done. Kol, on the other hand, decided he could no longer stay in the general vicinity as Davina's lifeless body. He fled from the house, the tears building up in his eyes. Vincent, dead-set on blaming someone for the death of his friend, stayed behind as well but moved to another room as Marcel picked up Davina's body, covering it with the blanket she had originally been covered with. Juliet stayed where she was, her legs moving her to the bar area. It seemed in the duration of being part of the Mikaelson's life, there was no perfect time to sit down and enjoy a glass of their expensive alcohol; it would be the last time she had it.

She planned on leaving that night; unsure of where she was relocating to. In reality, Juliet did not care where she would reside next; she needed to separate herself from the family for good; no returning, no apologies – but severe the ties between them. As much as she truly thanked Klaus for his blood and turning her into a strong woman who depended only on herself, Juliet knew there had to be an end to them. Thinking about the serum, Juliet finally decided who she was going to give it to.

Marcel rejoined her in the courtyard, his head hung low as he accompanied Juliet at the bar. His request for a glass came almost instantaneously – Juliet pouring a little more than she should have. But she understood his sorrow and knew he needed something to keep him on his toes for when the brothers would be home. Despite their challenge, Juliet knew they would return with scratches and bruises but nonetheless, they'd be back. It was the Mikaelson family after all and they were survivors.

Just as Juliet opened her mouth to give her condolences, Klaus and Elijah walked into the courtyard, their gaze falling on the mourning party. With their backs to the Mikaelson brothers, Marcel let out a sigh at the sound of their slowed then halted footsteps as Juliet straightened her back. She could tell the brothers were hesitant in speaking, both knowing they were in the wrong. However, they hoped Marcel would understand the circumstances of why Elijah did what he did. Even with Juliet's stance as she sat on the bar stool, Klaus knew it would be a very long time before she would forgive Elijah for his actions. And then there was Marcel who opted to stand next to the bar, drinking from the bottle of expensive whiskey instead of the glass Juliet offered.

Nothing was said; especially not after Marcel threw the bottle of whiskey against the wall – the bottle shattering and the liquid dripping. Juliet slightly jumped from the sound but hid her fright as she placed her glass against the marble counter of the bar island. Even as Marcel screamed at the brothers, proclaiming his loyalty to them, the woman kept her stare to the mess of alcohol. They deserved the scolding and much more for the monsters they had become. Even if Klaus had lost someone he loved and faced a threat, he should have punished Elijah for allowing his other brother to suffer the same.

"I fought for Hope! I kept Hayley breathing! I kept the white oak from piercing your cold black heart!" Marcel paused to take in a deep breath. "I did everything."

"We know," Elijah answered.

"No you don't!"

"Marcel, he had no choice!" Klaus defended. Juliet shook her head, exchanging a glance with Marcel as she let out a small chuckle of offense.

"They were right about you; Aurora, Tristan, Lucien … even Juliet. Anybody who's not your family is nothing to you. Nothing."

"Marcellus, you are family," Elijah responded softly.

"No, I'm not," Marcel corrected, shaking his head. "Not anymore; never again." In one last bout of anger, Marcel knocked a chair out of the way as he left the Compound, the brothers frozen where they were. Elijah's gaze fell upon Juliet who had stepped off the bar stool. Now facing the men, she wore an unreadable expression however; it was evident how disappointed she was in them.

"Jules…" Klaus started, taking a step forward. But the woman held up a hand, forcing him to stop where he was. In all her life, Juliet had never been so deathly pissed off at who she used to consider her family; even when Klaus staked his siblings for such a long time. Shaking her head at them, the woman walked away, ascending the stairs and into Rebekah's room to begin packing. She hated how Elijah was not remorseful of his actions, but rather stone cold. This was the same man that had crawled through extreme lengths to try and kill his own brother for staking his siblings and keeping them away to killing the loved ones of his siblings and standing tall for it.

"You're leaving?" Elijah's footsteps echoed in the empty room as the man made his way closer to Juliet. It was a bold move but Juliet allowed his presence as she scrambled her things together. His eyes fell upon her hands which were holding the necklace she had kept with the ring he had given her many years prior.

"I think it's time," the woman confessed, her voice low as her gaze found Elijah's blank stare.

"Is this going to be a re-run of last time?"

"No, Elijah, this is not going to be a re-run of last time as this time, I am actually leaving," she informed him, closing the luggage she had pieced together. Lifting it from the bed to the floor, the woman rolled it with her as she approached the man. She placed the ring in his palm, showing nothing for him but hatred.

"She was a necessary sacrifice to- "

"SHE WAS A CHILD!" The two stared at each other, Juliet's hateful stare piercing the man's soul. "A child that trusted us to save her from her own personal hell; a child who didn't deserve what was done to her."

"There was no other way."

"There's always another way, Elijah. But this family is toxic and destroys everything it touches. Davina's only sin was falling for a Mikaelson. And if this is what you're about now, Elijah, then I want nothing to do with whatever this is anymore." The man didn't protest but merely kept his eyes on the woman as she grabbed hold of her luggage and walked out from the room. At the doorway stood Klaus, his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe. "I might not be able to kill you, but I will rip your leg off for standing in my way." Klaus raised his hands in defeat, taking a step aside to allow Juliet the space she needed to leave.

She didn't know where she was going. Hell, being on the first flight out to Maine back to her little cottage would have been great. But it felt unfinished. Leaving was not an option, not when there were still so many questions unanswered. Why, if the ancestors knew from the very beginning, would they work and manipulate Juliet into their image? Why, if they knew Juliet never intended to hurt the Mikaelsons, would they continue using her as a puppet? "What am I supposed to do now?" After parking her SUV Lord only knew where, Juliet found herself in the middle of the woods in what she assumed was the bayou, far from anyone or any place. Far from the battles she faced in the city and far from the pain she felt. Turning off her humanity was never an option, even when she played puppet. But as her legs grew tired and slowed to an eventual stop, Juliet wondered if it was the only way to get through this part of her life.

"What am I supposed to do?" Juliet yelled into the wind, cold tears beginning to stream down her cheeks. She let out another scream of pain, dropping to her knees with the soaked dead leaves and twigs. Suddenly, a bright ring of fire erupted, trapping her within its circular confines. Shocked and scared, Juliet's cries subsided as she looked around her, focusing her hearing for anyone close to her. A witch, perhaps? But as she circled around, she found no one in her surrounding area.

With furrowed brows, Juliet looked to the fire and questioned the Ancestors; had her sudden leave from the Mikaelson Compound prompted her powers to be returned? Had her damning the family change the minds of the Ancestors, resulting in her powers returning? There was only one way to confirm the suspicion.

Just like riding a bike, conjuring a fireball in her palm came like second nature. With a crooked and mischievous smile, Juliet got to her feet – extinguishing the fireball along with the ring of flames around her. The rain also subsided, the night sky clearing and allowing the bright moon to illuminate her path. With the moon lighting her physical destination, the Ancestors guided her mentally. In her mind she could hear the faint whispers of the Ancestors, things like: "she was meant for the prophecy all along" and "Alas, she has joined us once again." And with things getting clearer, Juliet made her way to Marcel's loft.

"I'm really not in the mood to talk." Marcel's voice boomed and echoed through his loft as Juliet walked leisurely through the front door. Her heels clicked against the linoleum floors, her brown curls confidently bouncing behind her. Marcel didn't need to turn around to know who had come to bother him; the strong perfume scent had hit him before Juliet had walked into the loft. His normal greeting was substituted with a sigh and a mumbled voice telling her to leave. He was hurt; of course, he was. It was like losing a daughter and Marcel wanted nothing more than to avenge Davina's death. Juliet, knowing this, only smiled at his request.

"But if I leave, how would you learn about my plan?" Marcel turned, his bloodshot and puffy eyes giving away his tearful night. "Think about it, all they've done, all the pain they've caused just to appease themselves. There is no family outside their blood; not you, not I – no one. We have been bowing down giving everything up so they could rise to the top and for what?" Her words captured his attention. He wanted revenge for the pain the family caused; he wanted retribution.

"What exactly is your plan?" the man questioned, unsure if he should trust her. With talks of ending them, Juliet had previously gone against it and lied with the enemy. "And how do I know you'll keep your word this time?" Pulling out a vial from her pocket, Juliet magically made it hover in the air, her palm not far under it. Marcel's eyes widened.

"The Ancestors trust me enough to give me back my powers. I think that grants you to do the same." Marcel was both surprised and shocked by the woman's sudden obtainment of magical powers again, followed by the movements of the viral. He knew what was in its contents and he immediately began to formulate a plan.

"Is that?" he inquired, taking a step forward.

"The serum; what made Lucien a beast? Yes." The vial dropped into her palm as Juliet walked to the breakfast nook. She placed the vial down and looked to Marcel. "It is entirely up to you if you'd like to take it, but I figured there's no one else I'd rather want unstoppable than you." Marcel looked from the vial resting on the counter and Juliet who was taking slow steps toward him. "You want your revenge? Here's your chance."

"How did you get this?" Marcel inquired keeping his gaze to the serum.

"Never mind how I got it, just know it's there and yours for the taking." Juliet's gaze stayed on Marcel who began to move forward, his steps closing in on the vial. With everything the Mikaelson family had put Marcel through during both his human and vampire existence, Juliet knew Marcel would not resist taking the serum. Being even more powerful than the Original family appeared to be a blessing with the ability to defeat them.

"Why don't you take it?" the man asked, his palm clasping the brown vial.

"I believe that to have great power you must have a great heart. You've proven to me many times that though this world can be miserable and discouraging, you do your best to ensure those around you see a different version of this world; your version. You deserve the greatness lying ahead of you, Marcel." By the time she was done speaking, Juliet stood in front of the man, her hands cupping his face. "Drink it." Dead set on taking her advice, Marcel placed a hungry kiss upon her lips, a kiss she gladly returned. Their lips danced together briefly before Marcel pulled away, rearing his head back and dumped the serum down his throat.

"That's disgusting," he spoke, scrunching his face.

"It's supposed to bring you immortal life with unimaginable power; what did you think it was going to taste like? Cinnamon?" Ignoring her sarcastic remark, Marcel placed the vial back onto the counter.

"So how do you want to do this?" Juliet raised a brow at his question. "Kill me; how do you want to kill me?" Juliet shook her head.

"Since I am a bit on the melodramatic side, wouldn't it be fitting if the Mikaelsons were responsible for your transition?" Marcel smirked at her proposal, giving a small nod.

"It might be melodramatic or it just might be genius. What do you propose?" But Juliet had already begun her plan even before arriving at the loft; she was, after all, a mastermind in creating plans.

Author's Note:

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