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.

Give 'em Hell Kid, pt. 1

The next morning was tough for everyone after losing both Camille and Davina. Marcel was still broken-hearted about the young witch's death and refused to sleep but to prepare her for the funeral. Because the girl was shunned by the Ancestors, Marcel understood why there would be a handful of those attending, making it easier for him to prepare a memorial. Juliet, on the other hand, opted for a nap which lasted four hours; until the sun's bright rays pierced through the large and open windows, illuminating Marcel's entire bedroom. Her eyes fluttered open from the brightness and she groaned, her brows pulling together as she sat up. In the other room, she could hear Marcel shuffling – pacing back and forth in thought. But he stopped once he heard Juliet's soft and tired footsteps approaching. Turning to look at her, the man couldn't help but still view her as beautiful even with her hair sticking to the sweat on her face and her eye makeup creating the raccoon eye look.

He shook his head, running a hand down the back of his neck as he took the few steps to approach her. Offering her a small smile, Marcel wrapped his arms around her torso, giving her a light squeeze. This took the woman by surprise, unsure whether she should take his tenderness as a good sign. Regardless, she wrapped her arms around him as well, realizing he was already dressed in a suit and tie. "Why didn't you wake me earlier?" she questioned, pulling away from him. "I would have gotten ready when you had."

"I put this on as soon as you fell asleep; figured I'd have everything ready for when you woke up." Juliet nodded in understanding, turning on her heel to prepare for the brief funeral. As much clothes as she owned, her suitcase was not packed with funeral appropriate attire; she settled for black pants, a black shirt, a black leather jacket and her black combat boots. Once she was finished, the two headed out to the New Orleans Cemetery.

The city was known for many things, and one of them was the loud and celebratory New Orleans funerals. The sounds of brass instruments echoed through the crisp air, creating somber melodies in honor of the recent lives lost. Juliet knew it was the work of Niklaus Mikaelson; he was the type to go all out for any kind of situation.

They met up with Vincent, Kol and Josh who also wore matching black suit and ties; immediately the woman felt underdressed. Pulling her jacket down, Josh gave her a look followed by a small sigh. The judgments radiating from the newly turned vampire were evident; Juliet slightly rolled her eyes at his antics. "Ready?" Vincent questioned, his sorrowful dark stare directed to Marcel. It was a question which went unanswered as both Marcel and Juliet took their spots in front of Davina's stone, tears instantly beginning to form. Juliet looked away, her guilt overpowering her body. Even with the Ancestral given powers, the woman knew they would never allow her to resurrect the young witch's body, not after all Davina had done to anger them. Still, the woman wished there was a way.

"Say not in grief that she is no more," Vincent began softly. "But be thankful that she ever was and though she was taken far too soon, may her enduring light show us a way through this darkness." He paused, letting out a breath of air. "Let us mourn as we cannot move on until we do." Juliet finally looked up, examining each man beside her. Everyone mourned different, this she was fully aware of. There were those who mourned and showed their sorrow with tears and heaving sobs while there were others who grieved silently or grieved with anger. Her gaze stayed on Kol who grieved in silence, hoping the pain he was suffering was tearing him apart from the inside. "And though the pain may at times seem like more than we can bear, make no mistake, we will move on. And even now, the words of Ecclesiastics are ringing in my ears; they're saying vengeance as a lion shall lie in wait for them." The four of them all look to Davina's tomb before Josh stepped forward.

"A while ago … forever ago, I told Davina a story about my first boyfriend but what I didn't tell her was that I had never shared that story with anyone else. She was like a sister and a best friend and I loved her. I wish th... uh..." Kol put a hand on Josh's shoulder, bringing him in for a hug to console the newly changed vampire. Eyes were on the Mikaelson, expectantly, as if waiting for him to say something; but he couldn't. Shaking his head, the Original vampire took a step back and left his body language slump. Juliet's gaze followed him even after he disappeared in the vast headstones and mausoleums. She hated him, and everything his family represented. Images of her cursing the Mikaelson on his way out from the cemetery flashed in her mind; but she had to keep things under wraps. Once word got out that her powers were back, everyone would become curious as to why she possessed them again.

Feeling a light squeeze on her hand, Juliet's gaze was pulled to Marcel who wore a small smile. Taking a step forward, the man placed his hand on Davina's grave, his voice to a whisper. "Words aren't any good; the Mikaelsons need to answer for this. I'm gonna make them answer." Taking a step back, Marcel laced his fingers with Juliet's, his stare still on the grave. "I promise." The two stayed where they were, mourning the loss of their beloved friend, daughter; a piece of them which they would never be able to get back.

Marcel had experienced loss before. Hell, a vampire's life is nothing but loss. But the pain of losing Davina was unbearable and the way it was masqueraded only allowed hatred to seep into his heart, slowly pushing sorrow away. Juliet understood the feeling and knew what Marcel had been experiencing; she welcomed the emotion. The more hatred he felt, the more likely he would follow through with becoming a definite immortal beast.

As Marcel continued to stand by Davina's grave, silent tears landing on his cheeks, rolling down onto the ground. Juliet took a few steps behind him, giving the man the space he needed to grieve the loss of his daughter. "You have your powers back." Said as a matter of fact instead of a question, Juliet looked over to Vincent. "I'm a witch – I can feel it." Moving her gaze to Marcel once again, the woman said nothing. She didn't have to explain herself to Vincent, nor did she feel she was obligated to. Eventually the Ancestors would feel as if Vincent was worthy enough for them and he would become powerful once again. But for now, Juliet spoke nothing of how she managed to regain her Ancestral powers. "You don't want to say nothing, that's fine. But know, you are forever in their debt again; a puppet used for their plan. And once you are no longer a use to them, they will take it away again." She knew he was right and indeed had contemplated it all already. "Sound familiar?" With this comment, Juliet looked over to Vincent, fire in her eyes.

"I have thought about this, Vincent," the woman spoke harshly, emphasizing his name. "But we need allies, for the time being, until we rid this world of the Mikaelsons. Until then, they can use me all they want."

"How would you feel about a world without the Ancestors?" She was curious, the say the least; a world without either the Mikaelson family nor the Ancestors meddling. However, her powers would be permanently erased if they no longer had a connection with the living world. "I can make it happen." In reality, Juliet no longer needed the powers of the Ancestors as Marcel had gulped down the serum and their plan to turn him would soon be in effect. However, it was their powers which kept her body at bay from desiccating from the lack of blood in her system; did she really want to risk becoming the Ripper she once was without their power?

"We'd never be safe with them constantly meddling in our world," Juliet whispered, reciting the words Vincent had once spoken. Letting out a soft sigh, the woman nodded toward the man, giving in. "What do you need from me?"

"I need to know where the Un depot d'argente is." Wide-eyed, Juliet moved to face Vincent.

"Why on earth do you need that?"

"I'm going to use it to cut the Ancestors off from our realm; wipe the slate clean." The last person to have used the device had been Eva Sinclair, Vincent's ex-wife. Eva had used the device for black magic; powerful dark magic which had resulted in her going crazy and permanently banished from New Orleans and magic. After the device was used for black magic, Juliet had hidden it away, by request of the Ancestors, to ensure no other witch would take advantage of its power. How Vincent knew Juliet was the only one who knew its whereabouts concerned her but, nevertheless, the woman nodded.

"It's hidden away in your old home; the one you shared with Eva." It didn't surprise Vincent in the slightest of her answer; it was the perfect hiding spot. "Do a simple revealing spell and you'll find a hole in the wall behind the wallpaper and a metal box where the couch is; it's in there." Vincent nodded, mumbling a thank you under his breath before he took off. Letting out a soft sigh, Juliet approached Marcel, lacing her fingers with his. "Home?" the woman inquired, knowing she still had to unpack her belongings and settle into her new temporary home. But Marcel shook his head, indicating that he wanted to pay his respects for Camille; despite the Mikaelson family organizing and attending the wake. She nodded, knowing it was the right thing to do for a friend; but she also saw this as her opportunity to feel out how the Mikaelson family was taking the death of Lucien. The prophecy was still in full effect, and until the Ancestors no longer had access to the real world, it would continue to play forward. The Mikaelson family was well aware of the threat still lingering in the shadows, but neither had a clue the threat was closer than they realized.

The couple headed over to Rousseau's where Camille's wake was being held. Arm in arm, the couple kept their gaze forward, their expressions wearing strong features hinting toward the passerby's to leave them alone. Even when Marcel warned Juliet to behave, she noticed his serious tone and nodded his way, promising she'd keep her hands and magic to herself.

Walking through the doorway, the woman immediately spotted Elijah and Hayley standing together through the sea of mourners. The two spoke about the outcome of the wake, noting how many people Camille had made an impact with. Rolling her eyes, Juliet accompanied Marcel to the deceased's coffin where she immediately noticed Klaus standing by the casket. With a flower in his hand, Marcel gently placed it on the dark, wooden casket before he took Juliet's hand in his. It was a kind gesture, maybe even a possessive one but whichever way Marcel meant for it to be, the woman smiled at him, placing her free hand on his cheek. "May we go home now?" she asked, her head slightly tilted. Marcel let out a sigh, his gaze finding Klaus.

"Yeah." Holding tightly onto her hand, Marcel directed them out of Rousseau's before Klaus could get to them. Despite Marcel's history with the Hybrid Mikaelson, the water seemed to be far too tainted for even Klaus to make amends. Davina was gone, Cami was gone, and all because of their unfortunate run-ins with the Original family. Thankful for the unlinking spell vanquishing Klaus's ties to him, Marcel planned on ridding the world from the family; unconcerned with the other vampires still tied to Elijah.

Then there was Rebekah; his past love and Juliet's best friend who hadn't done anything involving deaths of those the two cared about. It wasn't Rebekah's fault on what happened with Camille, nor did she have anything to do with Davina's untimely death. However, Rebekah was still a Mikaelson and the Original family fought for their own. Ultimately when it came down to it, both Marcel and Juliet knew they would have to decide what to do with Rebekah when the time came.

Reaching the loft, Marcel marched forward toward the large windows as Josh occupied a space at the bar, pouring himself a large glass of alcohol. It was obvious the newly turned vampire was drowning his sorrow in the liquid, doing what he could to escape from the pain of losing someone he loved. As Josh gulped it down, Juliet walked over to the bar, pulling out her bottle of wine, pouring a small glass for herself. She wanted to get out of her boots; her jeans which had fitted a bit loose and slip on something a little more comfortable. But she knew that was not going to happen as she still had work to do.

Just as Marcel walked over to Josh, instructing him to slow down on the drinking, Juliet made her way over to their shared bedroom. It was a hunch that Freya was exploring the possibility of the prophecy moving over; Juliet would have done the same thing to ensure it was completed and the family was safe once more. Because of this hunch, it was up to Juliet to push the image of Marcel onto the Mikaelson family, showing their ultimate demise at the hands of the man they once considered family. With a smile on her face, the woman broke out her spell ornaments including candles, herbs, a cauldron and everything she needed in order to conjure a premonition specifically for the family. And who better to be the conduit for the premonition than Elijah Mikaelson. With a maniacal smirk, Juliet began her spell, tapping into the Ancestors' magic, and began formulating her own vision to push onto the Mikaelsons, showing them their everlasting demise and the revenge the world would achieve for all their wrongdoings.

By the time Juliet was done, Josh had long left the loft, leaving Marcel alone in his vengeful thoughts. Walking out into the living area, Juliet wrapped an arm around his shoulders, looking down to him. She had found the man sitting on one of the couches, bourbon in hand, his eyes glazed over in thought. Because of her lifelong assignment, Juliet hadn't allowed herself to carry anyone close enough to break apart if they were to leave; the pain Marcel was feeling was one she could not relate to, nor did she want to try. She had experienced pain before; loss – but nothing like the relationship Marcel and Davina had held. For a second the woman pitied herself; the only people she truly grew close with were the very same she was trying to rid the world from; what a lonely way of living.

With a small sigh, the woman shifted from the armrest to the couch, laying her head down on Marcel's lap. With her legs up on the couch, she closed her eyes at the touch of his fingers tracing circles in her hair. It felt nice to have someone show affection even when their world was crumbling down beneath them. In a perfect world it would have been Juliet and Marcel taking over the world with his soon to be found powers and Juliet's Ancestral abilities. In a perfect world the Mikaelsons would be defeated and there would be no care in the world but harmony and growth; but the world wasn't perfect and this Juliet was well aware of. Despite her plans for vengeance, she couldn't help but feel as if all of their efforts would go unfazed and the Mikaelson family would come out on top, yet again.

With the thought of the Mikaelsons, Juliet sat up to find Klaus standing at the doorway, his expression glum. "Missed you at Davina's memorial," Marcel spoke, his voice low and gaze never leaving the ground.

"I thought my presence there would be inappropriate," the Hybrid responded, hesitantly walking in further.

"Because you and your family have a tendency to throw people to the wolves?" Juliet knew the man incorporated what the family had done to her as well, causing her to smirk. "Yeah; you probably made the right call."

"I know how much you cared for her; this must be difficult for you." Losing Camille was hard for the Mikaelson but even he knew Marcel cared more for Davina than he had for the blonde therapist.

"That's funny," Marcel scoffed. "'Cause that doesn't sound like an apology," he pointed out. Juliet placed a light hand on his thigh, giving it a light squeeze.

"Marcel…"

"I had a chance to save her; to bring her back but no. The Mikaelsons decided that couldn't happen; not if it was inconvenient for them. It seems you're always willing to watch the world burn as long as you survive." Marcel got to his feet, his steps slow toward the Hybrid.

"Lucien had to die. He would have destroyed us all."

"Yeah, thanks to his vendetta against you."

"His motive is not the issue. He was a threat; we responded in kind. Had Freya had the power to kill Lucien and save Davina, she would have." It was Juliet's turn to grow infuriated with Klaus. Originally her hatred was aimed toward Elijah, who had the audacity to hold her back and snap her neck to stop her from ending Freya's spell. There was not a reason to hold hatred against Klaus as he still was the reason why she didn't die in the cave that night, but with his words – pushing Marcel's grievances aside – Juliet's glare grew and was aimed toward the Mikaelson.

"Am I supposed to just nod and accept that? We share a bourbon, and I just shrug it off?" Furious, Marcel threw the glass of bourbon against the wall, the cup shattering into small pieces and the liquid sliding down the wall. Juliet slumped into the couch, watching as the events unfolded in front of her. She had not originally planned on Klaus stopping by the loft, however, it worked for them. Another day and the serum would be out of Marcel's system; his death was inevitable. "Davina had to die," Marcel mocked. "What a shame but there was no other choice."

"There wasn't," Klaus answered quietly.

"What am I to you, Klaus? Am I your friend? Your sidekick? I mean, at first, I was a charity case; we all know that. How about now? Am I your ally? 'Cause you sure as hell don't treat me like one."

"You and I are bonded by blood. And yes, we quarrel, but that is what family does."

"Ok okay; so I'm family. No, I don't see it. Once upon a time you were my mentor, my savior; my sire. But you've never been my brother. And now … now you're nothing to me." The pain in Klaus's face would have bothered Juliet if the Original vampire would have apologized for Elijah's actions. However, the woman rolled her eyes at his pain and shook her head.

"Marcellus, just give me one last chance to prove you wrong. Come with me." The man left and Marcel stood where he was, dumbfounded. He sighed, tears in his eyes as he took the serum out of his jacket pocket. Seeing this, Juliet rose and walked to his side, putting a hand over the vial.

"It's time; do what you can to stall Klaus and keep him wherever it is that he's taking you. I'll put a locator spell on you so I can find your location."

"What's the plan exactly?"

"To kill you by any means necessary."

Author's Note:

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