Power of Artemis

Fighting

"Would you care to dance?"Elijah asks and I take his hand and allow him to bring me to the dance floor.

"You outdid yourself! You even got Klaus to come out and play." I tell him with a smirk.

"Yes, it seems that only a sizable soirée is enough to tear my brother away from his efforts at the easel." Elijah tells me.

"That's never a good sign. Klaus once told me that his painting was a metaphor for control. For achieving his vision through sheer force of will." I tell him.

"Well, truthfully, I'd be shocked if he didn't have at least a dozen or so of those visions swarming around in that insidious skull of his. I do hope your daughter inherits her mother's... [He gazes at me from head to toe] Everything." He tells me with a smile and I chuckle shaking my head. He spins me around dramatically, and I smile.

"It is weird being back here." I tell him.

"Not unpleasant, I hope?" Elijah asks.

"Not entirely." I tell him.

"Are you entirely sure you shouldn't be here with us?" Elijah asks.

"Why, Elijah? Because you don't think it's safe in big, bad Wolf Country? I'm not gonna sit in a rocking chair and knit booties, or haven't you figured that out yet?" I ask him with a glare and Jackson joins us.

"Can I have a minute, Artemis?" He asks trying not to glare at him.

"You can have it later." Elijah tells him.

"Actually, he can have this dance." I say frustrated and I take Jackson's hand and lead him away from Elijah to dance.

"Everything all right?" He asks me.

"Yeah, fine. We were just discussing the future of the city." I say rolling my eyes.

"How can you be thinking about the city right now? I should have told you how beautiful you look tonight." He tells me and I kiss his cheek.

"Thank you future brother. I think you should go dance with Hayley I know how much you like her." I smile at him and he nods kissing my cheek and walks away towards my awkward sister. I walk to the bar seeing Oliver. Oliver is my best friend if you haven't noticed.

"Hey Oli." I smile taking the drink from his hand seeing as it was just juice especially for me.

"Hey, wolf boy. Should have had them put it in a bowl for you." Diego says with a smirk.

"Well, yeah, if you want me to crush your skull with it." Oliver tells him.

"Please, boys. At least fight over something interesting. Me, perhaps?" Francesca tries to intervene and I hold onto Oliver's arm.

"Nah, you don't want to get involved with his kind. See, they got this nasty little habit of going berserk and ripping innocent people to shreds." Diego tells her glaring at Oliver.
"No, no, no. Okay? Look. If my people wronged you in any way, you have my condolences, okay? Though I'd be surprised my kin could choke them down, being half as ugly as him." Oliver says with a smirk. Furious, Diego picks Oliver up and throws him across the courtyard, where he falls onto a table covered in glasses of champagne which shatter upon impact. I gasp not ready as Diego vamp-speeds over to him, but Oliver pins him against a wall. Suddenly, Elijah appears and pulls Oliver off of him before pushing him against a table.

"This ends now. I won't ask again." Elijah says and I walk up the steps so they can see me better when I intervene.
"Oh, we'll end it all right." Jackson says pinning Diego to the wall, a stake aimed right at his heart.

"What's stopping you? Kill him. Go ahead, Elijah. Do it. I mean, it's not like he doesn't deserve to die." I say walking down the stairs with a glare knowing how much he hates them.

"I mean, it was Oliver who handed Rebekah over to the witches so they could torture her. But, then again, wasn't it Diego who led a werewolf massacre last month? And the witches cursed the wolves, while the humans stood back and let it all happen. So, when you think about it, everyone here deserves to die." Hayley says coming up from beside me.

"Are approaching a point?" Elijah says angrily.

"My point, Elijah, is this-- if we can't all learn to get along, if our families can't create some sort of community, then what's the point? Kill each other and get it all over with." I tell them and Elijah lets go of Oliver, and Jackson reluctantly lets go of Diego, as well. Later that night Elijah, Diego, Genevieve, Francesca, and I-- representing the Originals, the vampires, the witches, the humans, and the werewolves, respectively-- had finally drafted our peace treaty. We each cut our palms and drip our blood into an inkwell, in order to sign the document with a mixture of all their blood. We sign it and Hayley and I go back to the bayou. We have a big dinner and they all scream for me and Hayley as we smile. I love it here it is my family. A week later Hayley and I are drinking tea on the porch with Eve, where we remark on all the new werewolves who have shown up in the Bayou and flooded the encampments.

"You've gotta be kidding me. Seriously, what is going on? Who are all these people? Why are they standing out here all weird and lurk-y?" I ask looking around at all of them.

"They've come from all over. All the packs." Eve tells us.

"Why? To see a baby that isn't even born yet?" Hayley asks her.

"Forget the baby. These freaks, they come here to see you. You know, given the place your parents held in pack hierarchy, maybe they think you're gonna be the long-lost werewolf messiah or something." Oliver says coming out.

"Great. No pressure or anything." I say taking a sip of my tea.