News of factions forming and a war brewing reached the ears of Juliet Ambrosia. Vampire lines plotting to take down Original sirelines piqued her interest. With it having been almost a thousand years since she'd last seen her found family, Juliet de...
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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 was able to 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 and every 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 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 supercharged 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."
