The Hybrid and The Werewolf

TANGLED UP IN BLUE

MIKAELSON MANSION

Hayley stops reading and walks downstairs with the journal in her hands to find Rebekah and Nyx talking in the foyer

Rebekah: [pouts] I cannot believe you disposed of those vampires without me. You know how I love to set things on fire!

Nyx: [smirks] Was I supposed to leave them in the front yard to rot? Besides, they were my responsibility. They attacked the helpless pregnant girl who's carrying my child!

Rebekah: [rolls her eyes] Oh, I am so moved by your new-found sense of motherly duties towards the werewolf carrying your hybrid bun in her oven. 

Hayley joins them in the foyer

Hayley: The werewolf would like to know what the plan is.

Nyx: Well, that depends what plan you mean, Love-- my plan for global domination, or Rebekah's plan to find love in a cruel, cruel world?

Rebekah takes a pencil from the desk beside her and throws it in Nyx' direction. She catches it easily before it can embed itself in her face

Hayley: [sighs] The plan to rescue Elijah. You know, the creepy brother? The one who is now in the possession of your mortal enemy after you stabbed him in the back?

Nyx: In the front if we're being specific

She walks behind Hayley, wrapping her arms around her waist and rests her chin on her shoulder. Hayley purrs sinking further into her arms.

Hayley: You two said that you would get him back. So is there a plan, or what?

Nyx: Okay. Well, firstly, Marcel is not my mortal enemy-- he's my friend. Albeit one who is unaware that I'm trying to sabotage his hold over the supernatural community of the French Quarter, but a friend nonetheless. And secondly, I daggered Elijah in order to gain Marcel's trust. If I had known he would place my brother in the hands of a particularly nasty teenage witch, I certainly would have weighed my options a bit differently. And thirdly-- [She looks up at Rebekah and gestures for her to speak]-- Sister, please.

Rebekah: And thirdly, the plan, as you have demanded, is for Niklaus to simply ask Marcel for Elijah back.

Hayley: That's... that's not the whole plan, is it?

Rebekah: [scoffs] Please! Nyx may be a miserable excuse for a sibling, but there is none more diabolical.

Nyx: And that's only the Plan A, love! There's always a Plan B.

Hayley: And what's Plan B?

Nyx: War, my love

She brushes her lips against Hayley's neck, pressing a soft kiss. Hayley growls softly tilting her head over her shoulder and smirks.

COMPOUND

Nyx: Come on, Thierry. You're not still upset about that little, toxic werewolf bite I gave you, are you? I thought we were at bygones.

Thierry: [turns to Marcel in annoyance] I see you've given him free rein of your compound now, too.

Nyx: Yes. Well, seeing as my family and I lived here-- built the place, in fact—-

Marcel: [interrupts them] All right. Come on. You both know the drill. Thierry's my guy, inner circle. Nyx is my old-time friend and sire. She's also a guest here. Peace, all right? All right. [He turns to Nyx] What you need, my sister?

Nyx: [sighs] I'm afraid my sister Rebekah is insisting I demand Elijah's return. She's quite worked up about it.

Marcel: I'll say.