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.

The Bloody Crown, pt. 1

That next morning Marcel woke up to a chorus of voices in the next room. His brows tugged, confused by the noise and the absence of Juliet in his bed. Moving from the bed, the man wrapped his lower half with the bed sheet and walked to the door, opening it to find his living area filled with chattering vampires. "Oh look, you're awake." With his gaze still on the many unfamiliar occupants, Juliet put a hand on his cheek, moving his head to look at her.

"What is this?"

"Your army," she informed him with a proud smile. "More are coming but this is what I could round up in the few hours I had." Marcel stared in amazement of how quick she could gather so many of Klaus's sire line.

"How did you manage to do all of this so quick?"

"I kept a log of every vampire Klaus had ever turned in a thousand years; and I made sure to keep tabs on each one of them just in case," she explained. "I wasn't sure what for, but I felt as if it needed to be done and now I know why." With another smile, Juliet turned to the vampires and quieted them. "I know many of you want your revenge against Niklaus Mikaelson for the heinous and vicious acts he's committed against yours and your family. We finally have the chance to go up against the most powerful vampire there is." Victorious yells erupted from the crowd, their fists in the air in triumph. "Marcel Gerard is and will be our new savior in defeating the Hybrid and his tyrant siblings alike. Mark this day as the day that the Original family will be once, and for all, defeated." Again cheers echoed through the loft, the vampires confident in their new leader. Juliet's smile lingered along her lips even as Marcel gripped her wrist tightly, pulling her into his room, closing the door behind them.

"What are you doing?" he inquired harshly as Juliet ripped her wrist back.

"What needs to be done, Marcel. You want your revenge, now is the time. They think you're dead; we have the element of surprise on our side. It's time to strike now while Klaus still hates Elijah for what he did, while Elijah is still beating himself up for it and Kol is mourning Davina. They're all affected meaning this is the perfect time to take back what's ours."

"You mean mine; take back what is mine," Marcel corrected. Juliet nodded, her smile slightly fading from his words but nonetheless, Juliet knew the only way she could defeat the siblings was with Marcel's help as she no longer had the powers of the Ancestors. "Besides, why don't you do it with your powers being back and all?"

"Because I don't have them anymore." Marcel's face scrunched in confusion. "While you and I were with the Mikaelsons last night conducting our plan, Vincent was orchestrating his own in eliminating the Ancestor's power from our side. He blocked them from our realm in hopes to keep them from meddling in our world again. With them gone … poof goes my power."

"That's … impossible."

"Is it? We're vampires; you're now a super charged Hybrid. Werewolves and witches are real and, as far as we know, so is Heaven and Hell. Anything is possible, Marcel. Once you realize that, you'll reach your full potential; the potential I know you have." Despite everything the two had been through, Marcel still questioned Juliet's intentions. Even after the eventful night and intense love-making afterward, there was something inside Marcel pulling him away from fully trusting the woman.

"Show me." With a small smile, Juliet instructed the man to get dress before she turned to appease the crowd of angry vampires once again.

In the Lafayette Cemetery, Marcel stared pensively at Davina Claire's tombstone, touching the plaque. Guarding him stood Juliet, giving Vincent Griffin a nod as he approached them. Had he known Marcel would take a trip to the cemetery, the witch would have taken measures to clean up his mess, but with the limited time he had from Juliet's phone call to the arrival, Vincent thought it best to allow Marcel the honor of seeing just the lengths taken to stop the Ancestors. "All this was you?" Marcel asked, keeping his gaze on his friend's tombstone.

"No," the witch answered. "I had help; Davina Claire. She's the one that made sure the Ancestors were gone for good. It's the last thing she did."

"That means you've done your part," Juliet interrupted, taking a few steps closer to the men. With her hands intertwined in front of her body, the woman offered Vincent a look. "That leaves you to do your part," she finished, averting her gaze to Marcel.

"Are you sure you can?" Vincent asked, worried.

"Am I sure I can?" Marcel repeated, offended. "The whole point of me taking Lucien's serum was so I'd have the power to deal with the Mikaelsons."

"Marcel, there's a big difference between having the power and actually using the power to kill somebody. And these people are your family," Vincent battled.

"They were his family," Juliet corrected. "Do you know why I even bothered having Marcel pretend like he hadn't already taken the serum? I needed him to see how his family would react."

"Elijah killed me in cold blood." Marcel paused, giving Vincent time to let their words sink in. "So, whatever happens next, they've earned it."

"Did the people of New Orleans earned it too? 'Cause I've been hearing the rumors about vampires just flocking into town, and it looks to me you're dead set on starting a war." Juliet opened her mouth to respond, knowing Marcel had nothing to do with the vampires gathering; Vincent stopped her. "And I need to know what happens to the innocent people when they get caught in the crossfire of that. Now, you got to promise me you're gonna do what's right for the people of this city."

"That's exactly what I plan to do," Marcel promised, giving the witch a nod. Vincent hesitantly glared at Juliet before turning to leave the cemetery. "Okay," Marcel mumbled, letting out a relieved sigh. "Let's do this."

With everything going exactly as planned for once, Juliet looked around to ensure no prying eyes could spot her next move. With a few of Klaus's sire-line vampires guarding her, the woman was able to jump up to the appropriate balcony, climbing into the Mikaelson Compound with ease. One of the perks of being a long time and well-liked resident of New Orleans was the favors others owed Marcel; changing the Deed to another name, nullifying it, was as simple as breaking a neck. Silently she crept inside the room, spotting Freya working on a spell; a spell allowing her to see Klaus's enemies nearing. In one swift movement Juliet struck the Mikaelson witch with an infected needle, compliments from Vincent who hexed the needle with a damning poison.

As Freya fell to the floor, Juliet could hear the rest of the army infiltrate the Mikaelson Compound, closing in on the brothers in the Courtyard. The brothers looked around with both panic and worry obviously written in their expressions. Once their sights caught the glimpse of Juliet smiling down at them from the balcony, resting her arms on the railing, their expressions quickly changed to anger as she offered a wave. Pointing behind them, Juliet blew a kiss to Marcel who then walked into the courtyard. Their gazes shifted, spotting the man who should have been rotting away at the bottom of the river.

"Never thought it would come to this," Marcel spoke up, causing the army to quiet. "But as always, the Mikaelsons made my choice for me." Juliet smiled at him, noticing Elijah's stare stayed to her.

"Marcel … how?" Klaus questioned, breathless.

"How are we in your home? We've got friends who can nullify a deed, foreclose on a property like that," Marcel informed them, snapping his fingers. "Or did you mean … how am I not a rotting corpse?"

"I thought my friend was dead, and yet here you are. So, send these fools away and let's talk. You and me," Klaus said, trying his best to bargain his way out of yet another sticky situation.

"Is that relief I hear?" Marcel questioned with a smile. "Really? If I hadn't been one step ahead of you, I would be at the bottom of the river."

"Marcel," Elijah spoke, finally averting his glare to the real threat. "Your anger is with me; I'm the one that's responsible for this crime against you."

"One thing I learned sticking around this family, Elijah." Marcel spoke with such authority that it made Juliet smile, seeing her creation finally taking the crown back. Slowly she made her way down to the courtyard as Marcel continued speaking, taking her place rightfully beside her new King. "You take on one of you; you are taking on all of you. These guys," he rose his arm, motioning toward his army. "Klaus's sirelings; they're here to bear witness today."

"Are you planning to put on a little show, Marcellus?" Kol questioned, annoyed.

"Damned sure I am," he responded with a nod. "The Fall of the Mikaelsons. And guess what, the show has already started." Kol had had enough of and boldly approached Marcel, keeping his words soft.

"I know you're hurt; I loved Davina too. And it would break her heart to see you like this."

"Don't mention her name," Marcel argued, pointing at the Mikaelson brother. "If it weren't for you, she'd still be alive." Agitated with Marcel's actions, Kol smacked the man's pointed hand away from his face.

"But she's not; this is an insult to her memory." Without warning the two began to fight. Juliet took a step back from the men, watching closely as Marcel bit Kol, aiming for the artery in his neck. Elijah and Klaus watched in horror, their eyes wide with fear. Once Marcel knew his venom penetrated the Mikaelson, he snapped his neck, dropping him to the ground. Overpowered by anger, Elijah sprinted toward Marcel, only to have every strike blocked. Seeing this, Klaus joined into the fight, able to land a few punches before Marcel retaliated, causing Klaus to fly into the wall behind him. It was then when Marcel took his chance and bit Elijah on the arm; the crowd cheered.

Getting to his feet, Klaus watched helplessly as Marcel threw Elijah at his feet. Klaus's Hybrid face appeared, anger coursing through his veins; Marcel simply beckoned for him to attack. The betrayal hit Klaus hard, seeing the man he viewed as his own son and the image of the woman he once loved standing side by side, fighting for the extinction of the Mikaelson family. For a moment Klaus believed they deserved what was coming to them; a world Mikaelson free meant a world without fear or anger for his sire-line.

"STOP!" The voice of Rebekah Mikaelson snapped Klaus back to reality, surprised to see his sister on her feet. "Hayley has Hope and Freya; take our brothers and go now. Marcel will not hurt me," the blonde spoke, her gaze finding Marcel. "Not if he knows what's good for him."

"That's where you're wrong, Rebekah," Juliet spoke, stepping out from behind the crowd. With her arms folded across her chest, the woman approached the center of the vampire circle, all eyes on her. "Marcel does as he pleases now with no regard for anyone, just like your family has been doing for the last millennia. Besides," Juliet placed a gentle hand on Marcel's shoulder, the other one cupping his cheek. To show the audience just how much things have changed, Juliet hungrily placed a kiss on Marcel's lips, the man returning it eagerly. Pulling away, Juliet looked to Rebekah with an amused smirk. "He's got a new woman in his life now that keeps her promises and has given him the world."

"Juliet…" Klaus took a step forward, watching hurtfully as his old friend rose against him beside the man he called a son. Both Juliet and Marcel exchanged glances before they glared at Klaus; the Hybrid realized it was too late; they were far too gone from saving. Listening to his sister, Klaus took his brothers and left the Compound using his enhanced speed as Rebekah inspected her wrist with the cursed skull branded on it.

"I've only got a short while before I go mad so your explanations better be quick and it better be good." Juliet sneered at Rebekah, rolling her eyes to the blonde as she turned to face the crowd. Giving them a quick speech about power and how the Mikaelsons no longer had it, Juliet ended it with a victorious fist in the air. Once the crowd began chanting for their victory, Juliet beckoned for Marcel and Rebekah to follow her into the next room to discuss their matter privately. As Marcel closed the door behind them, Rebekah put a hand on Juliet's shoulder, spinning her around.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" the blonde asked, earning her arm to be smacked away from Juliet's body, the brunette spinning her best friend, pushing her face against the wall opposite them. Seeing this, Marcel sprinted toward them, pulling the women away from each other. "That doesn't bode well," Rebekah warned. "Let's cut the niceties; I need you to cure my brothers before something's done that can't be undone." Juliet laughed at the words, shaking her head.

"There's no going back," Juliet informed her, crossing her arms. "This is a war, Bekah; and we choose to not lose this time."

"Why are you doing this?" the blonde questioned, a hint of hurt in her voice.

"Why?" Juliet repeated. "You out of all the siblings, besides Finn, should know exactly why. How many times has Nik prevented you from having the kind of life you wanted? How many times, after you tried your damned hardest to escape his hold, did he find you and stake you; a fate worse than death? Can you honestly defend them after what they had done to you? To Marcel? To Davina?"

"No, I cannot defend them but they're my family and I'm begging you to cure them."

"There is no cure," Marcel spoke, growing tired.

"What do you mean, there's no cure?"

"Elijah is as good as dead," Juliet spoke with a smirk. "So is Kol; before the night's over. Klaus will follow along with them."

"Is that what this is all about?" Rebekah took a few steps toward Juliet who had leaned herself against a couch. "Elijah's love for Hayley?"

"This has nothing to do with that," Juliet barked, getting to her feet. "And everything to do with the fact that everything your family touches breaks or dies."

"And who is your next victim, me?!"

"No," Marcel said a little too quickly for Juliet's liking. "We would never hurt you; we both agreed on that. But I'm not backing down. I'm taking back my home, my city … my freedom."

"The Marcel that I knew … the man that I loved … never fancied himself judge, jury and executioner," Rebekah spoke softly, putting a hand on Marcel's arm. Feeling her touch, Marcel took a step back, making his way over to Juliet. He put his arm around her shoulders, giving it a light squeeze so she knew his feelings were with her.

"You want justice?" he sighed. "Well, that's a lot more than they offered me, but sure. Let's have justice."

Author's Note:

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