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. 2
The evening was quiet with the only sounds coming from the ships nearing the docks to unload the product transported. The glowing night sky was clear with a crescent moon illuminating the path for the incoming and outgoing ships. Residing in the loft hadn't been so bad, especially with the calming sounds of the bay water rocking back and forth, hitting the side of the banks. Marcel and Niklaus had left approximately twenty minutes prior, and Juliet knew it was only a matter of time before she would get a visit by none other than Elijah Mikaelson. If one were to ask what her intentions were in the beginning, before she had given a glance of herself to the noble brother, Juliet would have claimed she would have stayed away. Everything that had happened between them since she arrived in New Orleans wasn't planned, nor was it intended to happen; silly how the heart works sometimes.
Sitting comfortably on the couch with a book in her lap, Juliet licked her finger to turn the page as her eyes scanned the letters scrambled together to create a powerful novel about finding oneself before finding love. It was her own work – a copy of her novel Marcel had picked up to support her hobby. Rereading her words felt bittersweet; and almost as if she hadn't written them. With a light smile on her face, Juliet flipped the page once again, unaware of the Original Vampire watching from the doorframe. Elijah leaned against the cement, his hand in a pocket while the other hung effortlessly. The man watched intently, scanning her every move no matter how little. Elijah was well aware of the immense hatred Juliet had recently harbored for him with his involvement in Davina's permanent death; he also knew how intelligent and cunning Juliet was.
"Jules come on, what is there to be afraid of?" Elijah asked, lightly pulling the young Juliet Ambrosia along with him. Rebekah trailed along behind them, her arms hugging her body as they entered the forbidden dark cave. It was on a dare that the three had been entering the dark abyss with a single lantern held by the young man. "Myths are just that; myths. Fake stories our parents tell us in the darkness to keep up tamed." At least, that's what the young Mikaelson believed as they entered deeper into the cave. Juliet held tightly onto his hand, her sight finding nothing but darkness as the light behind them increasingly dimmed. Rebekah put a hand on the girl's shoulder, ensuring she would not be lost, but in doing so scared Juliet.
"Rebekah!" the girl shouted, jumping from the sudden touch. "You're going to give me an attack of the heart," Juliet informed her, holding onto her chest, feeling her heart pounding. The blonde apologized with a light giggle, shaking her head at her friend. Unbeknownst to Juliet, Elijah and Rebekah we not scared as they entered the cave, knowing nothing would have been able to harm them with their newly given abilities. It had been a few days since their mother had transformed them into the monsters they were soon to realize they were.
Elijah shushed them, stopping in his tracks. Something was slithering through the cave and both the Mikaelson siblings could hear the footsteps. However, it was evident to them the footsteps did not belong to human feet. Juliet, unaware of the situation, pin-ponged between the siblings, raising a brow. "What is the hold up?" the girl questioned, pushing passed Elijah. "If you're going to damn me into this cave, might as well venture deeper." The siblings stood frozen, their eyes wide at the beast bearing teeth behind the unaware Juliet. The girl looked at the two of them, her face puzzled at their reaction. "What?" It wasn't until she slowly turned around when she realized what they feared; a wolf. A scream escaped from her throat as her legs tried to take her as far away from the beast as possible; but it was too late. The beast's sharp teeth sunk into her ankle, pulling her hard onto the ground. Two others joined in and Juliet's panicked gaze fell upon the Mikaelson siblings; her hand stretched out for them to take. "HELP ME!" she pleaded. But the help never came as Rebekah tugged on Elijah's arm, exclaiming that they needed to leave before the wolves attacked them. As much as the man wanted to save his beloved, he knew their secret needed to be kept safe and ran off with his sister.
He could still hear her screams echoing through the tunnel.
The amount of time Elijah had spent watching his ex-fiancé had been immeasurable as he felt as if he allowed time to slip away. When he finally reached reality after his mind took a quick trip down memory lane, Elijah realized Juliet had noticed his presence and had been standing by him with a glare. "Earth to Elijah; if you're looking for Marcel you're out of luck; he left with your brother about twenty minutes ago." This caused a deep dread to wash over the vampire; his eyes widening. Without another word, Elijah quickly turned on his heel and rushed off toward his brother, Juliet following closely behind. Hopping into his SUV, Elijah slammed on the gas; the vehicle jerking forward before it began to gain speed. "What the hell, Elijah? What is happening?" the woman asked as her hands held onto the interior of the SUV.
"I had a premonition," Elijah revealed, his focus on the road. "I need to find my brother." Juliet watched him – seeing the fear in his eyes. It pleased her to know Elijah was truly afraid for his life and all his crimes were to be judged soon. But she needed to keep up the façade to ensure her plan would set into motion and Juliet quickly changed her expression to worried; her brows furrowed and her lips pursed.
"What did you see?" Juliet questioned, her body moved in her seat to face him with her arms still holding tightly onto the interior from the speed.
"A new beast." Elijah said nothing else as he pulled his phone out, Freya's name highlighted on the screen. He answered the phone call, his eldest sister giving him the information he needed to find Niklaus. Turning her face toward the passenger window, Juliet couldn't help but smirk at the way the events were unfolding; for once things were going exactly to plan.
By the time they reached their destination, Elijah and Juliet had been traveling in silence. This infuriated her knowing there was an apology that needed to be given by the Mikaelson brother; he said nothing. He'll be giving an apology soon enough, Juliet thought as they exited the vehicle, their legs quickly taking them to the iron bridge where Niklaus and Marcel were standing on.
"Gentlemen," Elijah greeted; his hand in his pant pocket. Juliet walked out from behind him, her gaze to Marcel. The two exchanged looks with the man realizing it was soon time. How the Mikaelson brother was going to execute the murder, Juliet was unsure, but she was positive Elijah was going to take matters into his own hands. And once that happened, there would be another rivalry between the two Mikaelson siblings. "Am I interrupting something?" No one said anything as Niklaus let out a frustrated sigh, Marcel rolling his eyes to Elijah. "Step aside Niklaus," the older brother instructed, taking a step forward.
"Elijah, this is a private conversation; your concerns can wait," Klaus responded, turning his back to his brother.
"No, they cannot," Elijah corrected him.
"Same Mikaelson drama; one of you is trying to make peace, the other one is eyeing me like I'm a rapid dog," Marcel spoke up, already annoyed by the situation. He hoped whatever Elijah was planning, he'd hurry up and end his misery of having to listen to him.
"Well then tell me my concerns are unfounded Marcellus," Elijah responded.
"Oh, what I got to prove myself? To you?" Marcel spoke, his voice raised. "Davina was like a daughter to me and you condemned her to a fate worse than death. So how is it my job to prove myself to you?" Juliet took a few steps back, knowing her work was done; she placed the pongs in the right spots on the board, and the game was playing out exactly the way she predicted. She could feel her excitement rise while the men argued; her heart beating quicker than normal. She laced her hands together, bringing them up to her chest.
"You tell me where it is," Elijah demanded from Marcel.
"What? This?" Marcel pulled out the vial containing the serum from his pocket, showing the threat and reason behind Elijah's actions. Klaus looked stunned as he watched the man he considered his son holding the possible destruction of his family. But what the siblings didn't realize was that the liquid inside the vial wasn't the serum, but simply water as Marcel had taken the serum the night before. With all eyes on Marcel, Juliet allowed an evil smile spread across her face, her eyes on the vial with the false serum within it.
"What the hell is that?" Klaus asked, taking a step back from the betrayal.
"That, my dear brother, is a wicked little gift from our friend Vincent," Elijah answered.
"I guess he figured better me than Aurora and now that I got it, I can't help but think why not take it? I mean loyalty never got me anywhere and the only thing you respond to is a show of force." Klaus demanded Marcel to stop with the antics, but the man simply shrugged. "Or else what? I mean we're family, right? Why would this little serum have to change anything other than the simple fact that I would be your equal?" Klaus looked away, unable to answer. "Oh yeah, I figured you could never live with that."
"You hand it over right now and I will forgive this act of defiance as a moment of weakness brought on by your grief." Klaus's demeanor changed, his attitude a little sharp as his frustrations grew. To know his son was planning on taking the serum, then would have been able to defeat him, hurt; he couldn't allow it just like Juliet had predicted.
"Oh, that's funny. I thought you came asking for my forgiveness, but you like it better this way, don't you? Me owing you? And all that pretty fairy tale about me being part of the family. That only works if you're in control. Klaus Mikaelson, smiling down like a benevolent king showing mercy to all his subjects. But you still have to be the king, don't you? The thing about kings though … eventually they all fall. Even you, Klaus." The lanterns on the bridge begin to flicker, electricity crackling and a loud buzzing sound was audible. This caught their attention as Elijah worriedly stared at Marcel; the vision he had seen coming to pass. The flickering of the lights had been a result of Juliet creating some effects with Marcel's words, knowing it would add additional fright in the Mikaelson brothers.
"Give it to me now. I won't ask you again, Marcellus," Elijah commanded.
"My name is Marcel; and I'm not giving you a damn thing." Now Juliet slowly walked behind Elijah who, in turn, walked closer to Klaus and Marcel.
"I can't allow you the mean to destroy my family," Klaus pleaded, holding his hand out for the vial.
"Your family? Did you hear that Jules? You were right! They would never view us as their family; thank you for finally admitting it." Juliet looked to Marcel, her brow arched before she averted her gaze to Klaus. He, in turn, stared in her direction, obviously hurt from the realization that she and Marcel had been speaking ill about his family; claiming they were never part of them despite their history.
The field in which Juliet would occupy was vast and hidden; just like her. Growing up with her father had been a terrible experience until the Mikaelson family arrived in the village; the children instantly becoming the siblings she had always wanted. Years later, Juliet would have never imagined herself becoming the fiancé to one of those children; a man who had proved himself to be noble and protective. He had asked the day prior. Juliet's father was not too pleased with the news but was relieved to know she would be out of his hair soon enough; he hated the Mikaelson family for their harassment every time he would punish Juliet – an event which had lessened each time Mikael would pay him a visit. As much as her father hated them, Juliet was thankful for their presence in the village and was even more grateful for their love and care when she needed it the most.
Lifting her head toward the sky, her eyes watched intently as a flock of birds traveled together creating a V formation in the sky above. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as they flew out of view, their gracefulness fascinating the young girl. With her attention pulled in one direction, she was unaware of Klaus Mikaelson nearing her, his footsteps silent in the short grass. While she admired the winged animals, the boy admired her. He had always had a crush on the girl since they have arrived in the village but chose to keep his emotions quiet once he realized his older brother shared the same feelings. Plus, Juliet had taken a liking to Elijah which prompted Niklaus to box his growing adoration. But with the news of the engagement, Klaus decided he needed to try before it was too late.
Stepping on a small twig, it snapped, creating a noise which startled Juliet. Hopping to her feet, a wash of relief washed over her once she realized it was Klaus creeping up behind her. "Oh Klaus you scared me," Juliet spoke, her hand over her heart. "You should know not to creep up on a girl like that." The boy gave his deepest apologized with a smile, claiming he didn't want to bother her from watching the birds. Klaus was well-aware of Juliet's fascination with the winged creatures; she had mentioned her envy of their ability to fly to any destination at any given moment. "Klaus for you, I have all the time in the world," she assured him with a smile, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"That's good to know, Jules," he responded, matching her smile. "Because there is something I wanted to speak to you about."
"Oh? Must be important for you to come all the way out here to find me."
"It is," he nodded. Klaus averted his gaze to the ground, letting out a soft sigh as he mentally prepared himself for what he was going to do. Juliet stood where she was, watching him with concern but was surprised when the boy brought his head up, placing his lips gently against hers. It wasn't a secret to Juliet that Klaus shared feelings for her more than just a friend or family; she had seen it in the way he looked at her, felt it in the way he hugged her and knew it whenever he would gift little trinkets he would make for her. There were no questions when it came to which Mikaelson brother she cared for the most; Elijah had always come first. But the spark that she felt and the thud in her heart buzzing from the kiss made her feel otherwise.
When Klaus pulled away, Juliet opened her eyes, surprised by the way his kiss made her feel. "Klaus … I can't…"
"I know. But I wanted to ensure you knew my feelings for you before you slipping into an eternal commitment with my brother. I love you, Juliet; I always have and I always will."
"Klaus," Elijah spoke, snapping Klaus out from his trance. "Marcel will betray us; I saw it with my own eyes."
"I will betray you?" Marcel repeated, his eyes narrowing. "I asked … no, begged for your help and you left Davina to rot. You put down Lucien because he was coming for you, for your family, but the thing is, you made Lucien. You turned him, taught him, and then abandoned him the same way you abandoned the woman you supposedly loved." Elijah took a quick glance to Juliet. "And you blamed Lucien because it's always somebody else's fault. But maybe you were the villains in his story. After all, that is the Mikaelson way, right?" Marcel asked, spreading his arms out. "Kill, maim, torture; all in the name of family. Always and forever." Choked up, Marcel swallowed the lump in his throat as Juliet watched in amusement; he was really poking the bear with a stick and she loved the way the brothers were reacting. Niklaus was obviously hurt by the revelation that they had been the cause of their own destruction all this time; Elijah, however, seemed emotionless. "I used to admire that vow. It gave me the thing that had been beaten out of me. Faith in those you love." The man paused, shaking his head. "I was a fool. Always and forever is just an excuse to do whatever the hell you want. Maybe…it's time someone put an end to that."
"You are treading very close to a dangerous decision," Elijah taunted, stepping forward. "I'm asking you to choose wisely."
"Fair enough." Marcel looked to the vile as if he had already made up his mind. Klaus rushed forward but Marcel threw him back against the bridge. "You can't stop me Klaus!"
"I only mean to keep you from crossing a line you would most certainly regret."
"No, you meant to keep your precious upper hand. Don't you get it? Whatever I have to do, Klaus, I will find a way to hurt you." Elijah stood where he was wide-eyed, watching as the vision Juliet had sent to him unfold before him. "You will never be safe." Juliet walked toward Elijah, her hands laced together behind her back, her nose in the air. "Not as long as I am alive. You can call me family all you want; I am done being your friend." Marcel grabbed hold of Klaus. "From this day forward, I am nothing less than your worst…" Suddenly Marcel's words were cut off. From behind him, a familiar thudding and wet noise echoed in the air. Both Klaus and Juliet gasped in horror as they watched Marcel's skin turn a pale gray; his body stumbling and falling over the bridge. Klaus and Juliet raced to the side of the bridge, watching as Marcel's body plummeted into the roaring river underneath.
"NO!" Klaus screamed, glaring over to Elijah who panted, holding Marcel's heart in his hand and absolutely horrified by what he had done. As Klaus neared his brother, Juliet used her magical ability to move Marcel's body further downstream where she knew the brothers would not be able to find him. She knew, with their beliefs that the serum was still with Marcel, that they would go searching for the body to retrieve it; she needed to keep him hidden until he awoke.
Without another word, Klaus raced down to the river, splashing water in all directions as he swam to where he believed Marcel would have been. Behind him standing on the bank resided Juliet, watching Klaus frantically searching for the man. Elijah stayed up on the bridge, his hand still extended with Marcel's heart dropping onto the ground. His actions were unable to be processed in his mind, not right away. In his mind, he needed to justify the murder he had committed; a murder he knew would grant him Klaus's bad side for quite some time. But he needed to do it; he was protecting his family from the beast Marcel could have become; and that was what Elijah repeated.
After an hour and a half of searching, Klaus finally gave up. He approached Juliet and Elijah who had started a small fire on the bank of the river just below the bridge. Klaus's eyes were intently staring into the flames, feeling as if it represented the anger burning inside of him. He understood why Elijah allowed Davina to be taken by the Ancestors, her soul tortured for all eternity. But Klaus did not have the ability to understand why Elijah hadn't trusted him enough to control Marcel; to take the serum away from the man and make peace.
"The current took him," the man announced, his gaze frozen on the flames.
"Niklaus, I saw Freya's vision…" Elijah began; Klaus stopped him.
"What did you do? I could've talked him down. I could…"
"You could've done what?" Elijah asked harshly, interrupting his brother. "You could've watched our family's extinction at the hands of Marcel Gerard."
"HE WAS ONE OF US!" Klaus roared with rage. There was a pause, a silence which held tension thick enough to cut with a blade; even the critters in the surrounding wooded area crept quietly.
"He despised us," Elijah finally said. "Yes, he was our friend. Yes, he was our family but the moment Davina Claire was lost he became our foe, and a formidable one at that," the brother explained. Klaus, however, believed Elijah wrong. "He was the leader of the Stryx, entrusted with all our secrets and then, Klaus, we betrayed him. I had no choice." Klaus stepped toward him, looking his brother in the eyes with a glare.
"Do you really believe that?" When Elijah didn't answer, Klaus brushed past him, calling out for Juliet to leave Elijah alone. She did what she was told, sending another glare in Elijah's direction. Shaking her head to the 'noble' brother, Juliet spit on the ground in front of him, showing her disgust for him.
Back at the Mikaelson Compound, Klaus had ventured off leaving Juliet alone in the courtyard. Taking slow steps, the woman looked around the Compound knowing it would be the last time she would take up residents in the building. Clapping her hands together, she let out a sigh through her nose with a small smile. Though there was a smile residing on her lips, Juliet mentally kicked herself for not following through with the Ancestors' original plan; if she would have, Davina would still have been alive, Camille probably would have still been a human and everything would have been taken care of long ago. It bothered her to know that many of the misfortunes which had taken place in the duration of her stay in New Orleans was her fault. Shaking her head, Juliet knew her thought process wasn't the way to go; especially when she had a limited time before Marcel would wake.
Directing herself up to Rebekah's room, Juliet grabbed one of the blonde's many bags and began filling it with the rest of her belongings consisting of clothes, jewelry, perfumes, and other miscellaneous items. It didn't take long before all of her belongings were secured inside the luggage. And when she was one, Juliet took one last glance toward the balcony. Extending her arm, Juliet motioned for the doors to close – but nothing happened. Furrowing her brows, Juliet tried once again to use the powers she was given by the Ancestors to close the heavy balcony doors; they remained still. With a sigh, Juliet knew the cause; Vincent had been successful with breaking the ties between their realm and the Ancestors – breaking off her magical abilities once again.
Rolling out the luggage from Rebekah's room, Juliet descended to the courtyard, spotting Elijah with his bad toward her standing at the bar area with an empty glass in his hand. Some might have called her brave for poking a bear with a stick without any means to protect herself, but it was the anger which rapidly festered inside of her that made her stop where she was. "You are everything I thought you would be. Arrogant … selfish … damned for all eternity in darkness. Elijah Mikaelson you really lived up to my expectations. You had me fooled for a bit but, you really showed who you are tonight."
"I'm really not in the…" he started, holding a hand up. Elijah hadn't planned on seeing Juliet ever again as he expected for her to disappear after watching him rip Marcel's heart out from his chest, but with her in close proximity, Elijah wanted to explain himself to her, personally. He wanted to apologize for his actions and ensure her that he was not a monster; as much as he didn't believe it himself.
"Mood? Yeah, well. Neither was I, neither was Davina – oh and I'm sure, neither was Marcel. A century of dealing with the Mikaelson's being a charity case, trained only to then be his downfall. Sounds familiar, doesn't it?" Juliet tilted her head.
"If you are comparing your past with Marcel- "
"No. Because Marcel had it better than I ever did. He died at the hands of Elijah Mikaelson. I died at the teeth of vicious werewolves, abandoned by Elijah Mikaelson. Are you seeing a pattern here? Hasn't your family taken enough beautiful lives? Why won't you just end it yourselves and rid the world of your evil?" Elijah finally turned to look at Juliet, his eyes glossed with the tears he so desperately tried to contain. "I can't believe I ever loved a monster like you." Still the man stood in silence, staring at the woman he still and would always love. Juliet shook her head at him, taking a few steps closer to him, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor until she stepped upon the vintage area rug. "I know once I leave Hayley will try to get close to you again and succeed since Klaus is not the only one with the incessant need to be loved. And once that happens, remember my voice when you lie next to her – you will be her downfall."
The woman stared at him for a moment longer before turning on her heel, making her way out from the courtyard and out of the Compound. A thousand years spent gathering information on the Mikaelson family, watching them intently and learning their every move but this one, Juliet was still shocked to know Elijah had the ability to rip through a man whom held such ranks with them. For so long it was Elijah who was named the Noble Mikaelson while Klaus was deemed the vicious and ruthless monster; Juliet saw otherwise. With her no longer holding possessions in the Mikaelson home, Juliet made her way toward Marcel's loft where she was met with Niklaus. The man's back toward her, Juliet walked over to the bar where her old friend kept his bourbon; she needed a drink. Klaus said nothing, knowing exactly who joined him, and turned to look at the smiling woman. "In the events that have taken place, why on Heaven's earth are you smiling?"
"Everyone always spoke about the great Klaus Mikaelson being the most ruthless vampire there ever was. And yet, tonight your brother proved that wrong." Klaus glared at the woman as she took a gentle sip from the brown liquid, the smile still on her face. "Oh come now Niklaus, you've lost so many people because of him, this shouldn't be a surprise; Marcel is just another insect on the bottom of your brother's shoe. We all are. Maybe it's time to realize that he needs an attitude change." However, the events that had taken place were not only Elijah's fault, but the family collectively. "You lost Camille because of your family. Kol lost Davina because of your precious family. Even Rebekah lost someone tonight and she doesn't even know it. And who has Elijah lost? Hayley's still there. And we both know with them alone at the Compound right now, they are probably … embracing their urges."
"Elijah lost you." Juliet's smile faded quickly at his low words.
"Elijah lost me a thousand years ago."
"No, I don't believe that. Just a few weeks ago the two of you were holding hands and acting like the love-sick children you used to be; that doesn't fade."
"I was blindsided," Juliet defended, her voice rising. Setting the glass down onto the counter, Juliet sighed. "Look Klaus, I don't want to fight with you; my issue isn't with you. Linked or not, you're still my sire; you saved me in that cave and I don't want there to be animosity between us. But when it comes to your family; I want nothing to do with them anymore." Klaus stood quiet, his eyes glossing with tears. "We aren't those naïve kids anymore, Nik. We're far from it. The cruelty of this world has changed us into beasts we never envisioned we could become but sooner or later we all have to pay for our crimes." Niklaus turned his back to Juliet as she sat on the nearest bar stool, her hands clasping the glass. Extending his hand, the man reached for a book from the floating shelves on the wall in front of him.
Footsteps echoed through both vampires' ears as Vincent and Josh walked through the loft threshold, their expectation of seeing Marcel and not Klaus and Juliet. The two exchanged glances quietly as they waited for someone to speak. In his hands, Klaus read from the book which he had taught Marcel how to read many years prior. Aloud he read his favorite passage – Juliet rolling her eyes as the man became sentimental; a strange sight to see. With her arms folded, a hand still holding her glass of bourbon, Juliet looked outside the window to the docks. "When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions." Closing the book, Klaus faced the two men, holding the book up. "Hamlet. We taught Marcel to read with this very copy."
"Cool," began Josh, showing no interest in the Original vampire. "Well he's not here so…" Niklaus began walking toward the man, pushing through them to leave the loft.
"He's dead," was all Niklaus offered as he rushed out from the building, Juliet's brow raising in amusement. Vincent's gaze followed the vampire as Josh immediately looked guilty, pained in the thought it was his fault his friend was dead. However, as Vincent's gaze fell upon Juliet – the two shared a wide grin. Yes, Vincent Griffith was well aware of the plan she had concocted for Marcel; he helped with it. It was Vincent who made sure he had conjured the spell to move the serum from Aurora's body to one organ, making sure to inform Juliet he hadn't retrieved it yet. The two worked together to summon a plan which put Marcel at the top; heading toward a world where the Mikaelson family no longer existed.
"The serum," Josh began, his eyes filling with tears. "No, Marcel didn't take it because of me." Juliet groaned. She never did understand why young vampires always had to feel guilty about something that was never their own fault. "No, if I hadn't convinced him to wait."
"What is all this harping you're doing?" Juliet interrupted as she set the glass against the counter getting to her feet to approach the men. "My dear boy, you think that … because we wanted them to think that." Raising her arm, lightly putting a finger on Vincent's arm. "The truth is; Marcel took that serum the moment I brought it to him. He didn't even hesitate on that decision. And why would he? Why would anyone refuse that kind of power - the ability to never be killed, not even by a Mikaelson?"
"Why didn't you take it?" Josh inquired, his brows furrowed.
"Because I died a human with werewolf venom in me and turned with the vampire blood Niklaus dripped into my mouth. I might no longer be a Heretic, but I am immune to werewolf venom because of my rare death," the woman explained, giving the young vampire a wink.
"So if the Mikaelsons think he's dead…"
"They're in for a hell of a surprise," Vincent spoke with a smile, exchanging victorious glances with Juliet.
Sitting on a boulder, Juliet sat quietly with her legs to her chest; her phone occupying her hands. On the screen shown there was the Christmas picture of the Mikaelson family. It was the only moment in the recent months where Juliet truly felt at home and happy. Her eyes scanned her own image with Elijah's arm around her shoulders; Klaus's arm around her waist. Their smiles, accompanied by the rest of the family's, made the photograph seem like a genuine Christmas card.
The sound of water rushing forced her attention; her finger turning off her cell phone while her eyes scanned the surface of the river. Within a few seconds Marcel emerged from the surface; his eyes glowing red as he gasped for air. "What took you so long?" Juliet complained, her legs finding the ground once more. Grabbing the bag, she had brought with her, she began fishing out a fresh and dry change of clothes for the man, along with a bag of blood.
"I don't exactly have control over when I come back to life," Marcel responded gripping onto her wrist, pulling her into his arms.
"You're all wet!" Juliet cried out, desperately trying to escape his hold.
"Yeah, and in a few minutes I won't be the only one," he spoke, roughly placing his lips against hers.
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