Power of Artemis

Genevieve

I wake up tied to a cinder block and I see Klaus is laying on the bed in one of the abandoned room when Genevieve enters. His eyes are closed, but he seems to be conscious as she gently runs her fingers over the nasty-looking scar left behind from where Papa Tunde's blade embedded into his chest. His eyes, which have dark shadows beneath them, open at her touch, and he looks pale and sweaty.

"You poor thing." She says gently and goes over to the hospital cart to pick up a scalpel off the tray. His eyes watch her as she works."Don't worry, I'm here to help." She tells him and I notice what she is going to do.She takes the scalpel and cuts open his stomach along the line of the red scar. Then, she quickly pushes up her sleeve and digs her hand into his chest. 'Shhh Nik it will be over soon' I speak to him in his mind as he screams and thrashes around in pain, but once she grabs the knife and pulls it out, he begins to finally recover. Nik is now sitting upright in his bed, and Genevieve has redressed him in his black thermal top. He still looks weak and pale as he glares at her.

"My wound isn't healing." Nik exclaims.

"The amount of dark magic contained in that blade? It's gonna take a little while." Genevieve tells him.

"You're one of them, aren't you? The witches back from the dead, seeking vengeance? Why show me kindness?" He asks her and I try to speak but she waves her hand making me unable to speak. I sigh leaning my head back.

"You never did anything to me. And the truth is, seeing you like this, I can't help but pity you." She tells him.

"Then betray the others and stand with me. I will reward you in ways you cannot possibly fathom." He tries to get her to let him go.

"Klaus Mikaelson, offering a deal to little ol' me? I should be flattered. But first, we need to have a talk about your sister." She smirks and our facial expressions go dark as she walks away from.

"Rebekah is of no concern to you. If you mean to harm her-" Nik growls. 

"Ah, the protective brother. A shame that loyalty isn't reciprocated. But then, I'm no stranger to Rebekah's treachery. Something you and I have in common. Here." She smirks and holds out a bowl to him.

"Drink. I'm just trying to help you. Heal you. Get you to see the truth that's been right in front of you for almost a century." She tells him. Nik drinks, but he gags on it before he can swallow it and about spits it out. Genevieve puts her hand over his mouth, tipping his head back and forcing him to swallow it, and he just barely chokes it down. She comes over to me giving me some too.

"Your sister had an unfortunate run-in with some wolves last night. I imagine you're tasting the venom in her blood. It's the only way I can show you what you need to see. In her weakened state, I'll be able to guide her down Memory Lane. That's how I'm going to have my revenge. By showing you her betrayal." She tells us and I growl. She brings me closer to the them and she puts her hand on our foreheads and magically links our minds.

*flashback*
Rebekah walks into the crematorium with a huge smile on her face as she meets up with Marcel for a rendezvous. The two immediately embrace and begin to make out. He pushes her up against the wall and trails his hand down her leg, though she laughs and pushes it away.

"Marcel have some respect." She jokes and he rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, I don't think they mind." He tells her. He looks around briefly, indicating the bodies in the morgue they're in, all lost to Influenza.

"Did you ask Genevieve about doing the spell?" Marcel then asks her.

"I will when the time is right." Rebekah tells him.

"Rebekah, you've been hanging around that witch for weeks waiting for the time to be right. She wasn't supposed to become your sidekick. One little spell, and we can finally be together for real. What are you waiting for?" He asks her meanly.

"She's a sweet girl, is all. If you must know, I feel badly for using her." She tells him.

"Then we'll find another witch-- one you don't have to fake a friendship with. Unless you've changed your mind?" Marcel asks her.

"I want to wake up with you in our home, in the bed that we share. I want to walk down the street with you by my side so everyone knows that you are mine and I am yours. I don't want to be afraid of what my brother will do to me for loving you. If this is the only way to get it, then no, my mind hasn't changed." She tells him. They kiss again as Genevieve walks into the room. She's instantly startled when she seeks Rebekah and Marcel in a compromising position.

"O-oh!" She stutters. They break apart to look at her as she stands there holding bloody sheets.

"I didn't know anyone was in here. I'm so sorry." She hurries out and Rebekah follows after her.

"Genevieve!" Rebekah yells.

*flashback ends*

Nik and I are pulled out of Rebekah's mind to face Genevieve he seems amused and bored.

"So, this is you're great betrayal? Rebekah and Marcel have been sneaking around behind my back for the better half of two centuries." Nik asks her.

"Yes, against all your warnings! You've disciplined them for it before, had you not? Harshly, from what I understand." Genevieve exclaims.

"Well, I had my reasons." He tells her.

"Oh, you don't have to convince me. As far as I'm concerned, you only needed one. That it suited you. Have you ever read the Old Testament, Nik? You see God wasn't powerful because he was right, he was right because he was powerful." Genevieve tells him.

"I don't know what you're playing at, but if the sum total of your plan was to turn me against my sister was this revelation, this will have been a wholly ineffective endeavor." He tells her.

"You poor thing. After a thousand years, dishonesty from your family has come to be expected. I wish that was the sum total of their treachery. Unfortunately, it's not." Genevieve says.