The Hybrid and The Werewolf

HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN

Rebekah: Elijah, if not answering your phone is part of your clever plan to get me back to this godforsaken city, then well done. I'm here, and I'm worried. Now pick up before I kick in your bloody door.

Rebekah walks up the front steps and opens the door. She walks in as Hayley comes down the stairs, wielding a fire iron.

Hayley: Who the hell are you?

Rebekah: Oh, you must be the maid. My bags are in the car – get them, will you?

Hayley, smiling wryly, puts down the iron poker.

Hayley: Hello. Not the maid.

Rebekah: Right. You're that werewolf girl my sister, Nyx, knocked up. I was expecting to see some kind of supernatural, miracle baby bump. Guess you're not showing yet. It's Hayley, isn't it?

Hayley: You have your sister's manners.

Rebekah: And her temper, too, so watch it. Where's Elijah?

Hayley: Beats me. He's long gone.

Rebekah: What do you mean, "long gone"?

Hayley: Well, one minute he was here making epic promises about protecting me in this predicament that a bottle of scotch and some amazing sex got me into – he was all creepy about how we're family – and then Nyx told me he bailed. Guess that's what I get for trusting a vampire creep in a suit

Rebekah: Elijah is not just any vampire or a creep, and he doesn't break promises. Which means Niklaus has done something dastardly and Nyx-like. Nyx! Get out here and tell me what you've done with our brother, you narcissistic, back-stabbing wanker!

Nyx walks in though a pair of double doors.

Nyx: Enough with all the shouting. Little sister, I should have known. I assume the six dead vampires were your doing?

Rebekah: They were very rude.

Nyx walks towards Hayley and presses her lips to her shoulder before wrapping her arms around her waist resting her chin on her shoulder, Hayley purrs leaning into her hold.

Rebekah: Trying to victimize a poor, innocent girl just trying to find her way to the Quarter. So sorry, were they friends of yours? Oh, that's right, you don't have any friends.

Nyx: I do have friends. I have Marcel. You remember him, don't you? Yes, of course you do. He fancies himself the 'King of the Quarter' now, and he has these rules about killing vampires. It'll be fun to see what sort of punishment he comes up with for you.

Rebekah: I don't care about Marcel or his rules. Elijah doesn't welch on deals. What did you do to him?

Nyx: Perhaps he's on holiday... or taking a long autumn nap upstairs. Well, go on. Take a look around. You remember this house as well as I.

Rebekah: I remember everything

Nyx: If this is about that wanker Emil, he wasn't good enough for you.

Rebekah: No one was ever good enough for me, Nik, you made sure of that. Now where is Elijah?

Nyx phone starts buzzing. She checks it and moves to leave.

Rebekah: Where are you going?

Nyx: It appears the night is not quite over, yet. I'm off for another drink with Marcel.

Rebekah: Elijah told me about your plan to take apart Marcel's empire piece by piece. I don't remember it involving you two drinking New Orleans dry together.

Nyx: I know you don't have many friends, Rebekah, but what some friends do when they get together is they drink. And when they drink, they tell secrets. Marcel has somehow found a way to control the entirety of witches in the Quarter, and I aim to uncover the 'how' so I might take it for myself. Finding Elijah didn't make my to-do list today.