No Quarter

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Juliet didn't sleep; she couldn't, not after knowing Hope was being haunted by an entity much older than anyone knew. All her silent inquiries were answered as soon as her eyes fell upon the drawn sigil; her given powers were to battle against a force so powerful even the Ancestors couldn't defeat it.

So why have her enter a suicide mission?

It infuriated her to know the Ancestors were quick to allow Juliet the possibility of stepping into a situation where she could face death when she never asked for her powers back, nor did she want them. Before being whisked away in her deathless slumber, Juliet was perfectly content with being a normal vampire ... as normal as a vampire could be. With Marcellous by her side, the woman still felt powerful without the Ancestors pulling her strings. As the night continued, Juliet's anger increased.

"I need to find Hayley." And that she did.

The sun rose overhead as Juliet left the quiet home; both Hope and Mary sound asleep. The woman entered her vehicle and zoomed to where she had magically found Hayley and the Original family. Her discoveries told her the family, plus Hayley, was still in Texas and had not attempted to venture to New Orleans where they would be confronted with Marcel's vampire army along with the few witches he had on his side. Besides an army, Marcel had his witches create a barrier around the city to alert them when the Original family were to pass through the threshold; Juliet knew there could only be one way of getting in and out of New Orleans undetected.

Pulling up to the line of the forest where Juliet had sensed the family, the woman exited her vehicle and began walking up toward them. She knew a few of them would either be weary of her, pissed off and would try to kill her as they were not aware of the battle she had faced. She allowed her anger toward Elijah get the best of her and, in a moment of weakness, went against everything she had spent a millennium fighting for. Still, she found a way for the Mikaelson family to stay alive despite their physical bodies perishing.

She hoped either Hayley or Rebekah would have informed the rest of the Mikaelson siblings of her failed attempts of reversing the damage she had done before they faced her. But the look on Hayley's face as Juliet came into view told her otherwise.

"We free Niklaus today; even if I have to burn that city to the ground," Elijah informed his siblings after they battled between taking a few days to devise a plan or going that very day.

"That'll be quite difficult considering you'll all get ambushed as soon as you step foot in city limits." All eyes fell on her; most immediately turning red. However, before Elijah and Kol could get to the woman, Hayley and Rebecca moved in between them, stopping the men from attacking. Juliet stood where she was, a sly smirk on her lips as she waved to the men.

"Hayley," Elijah whispered.

"I know what you think, but listen to me. Juliet planned everything; she saved you and your family. It was the only way to make sure your family didn't die and to back the Ancestors off you." With Hayley's words Elijah backed down, his gaze finding Juliet's amused stare. Kol, on the other hand, kept his defensive stance, his eyes slowly returning to white. "She's the one who helped me escape New Orleans with the coffins and kept Marcel and his witches off my scent. We need her help to find and free Klaus."

"Nik is already found," Juliet confessed, her fingers lacing together. Hayley turned to look at Juliet – hope in her eyes. "Hope did a great job finding her father."

"Hope?" Rebekah asked softly. "She's ..."

"Beautiful," Hayley answered with a smile.

"Yes yes, the child is ever-so gorgeous; can we focus on the dire task at hand please? Rescuing Nik." Hayley rolled her eyes as the woman, letting out a soft huff before averting her gaze back to the vampire. "Before I left, Marcel had specifically implemented a barrier around New Orleans for the witches to be warned when an Original vampire stepped into the city limits. Which, then, his army would bombard them, trap them and take them to the Compound where we used to live."

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